by Treva Harte
“You can start off careful. I don’t know if you have to stay that way for long.”
He reached down and brushed against her pussy with his fingers. Just the barest of touches, his cock still firmly against her. She jolted at the shock. The hot, frightening, wonderful shock.
“Not yet. But soon.” He licked the pulse of her throat, down the collarbone, nipping and licking. “You smell so ready. But not…yet.”
“Why not?” She twisted against him, tried to force his cock against her even while she dangled in the air, inches from the bed.
“I want you dying for me first.”
She felt the leak of his precum on her thighs, felt the wetness in her own pussy. “I’m dying now, Arlin. Please?”
“Mmmm.” He gave her nipple the lightest of pinches. “So tight. Everything about you is tight. I don’t want to hurt you, Ruth.”
“I may hurt you if you don’t hurry.” She realized she meant it.
She wanted to howl. She could feel the itch of something—something she didn’t know under her skin. Only Arlin could take care of how she felt right now.
“Baby…” His voice changed. His eyes narrowed. It was his wolf-on-the-hunt look. “I think we need to change positions. You can handle doggy-style?”
“Yes. Anything.”
“Anything? You sure?”
“Anything if you finally take me. Damn it.”
If he laughed she’d kill him. Maybe she’d fuck him first and then kill him but she’d…
He didn’t laugh.
Instead he slid her against his own hot body as he placed her on the bed and climbed after her. “It will be deep.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
It was right to be there on all fours with him behind her. Natural to have him lean over her and get ready to mount her. She whined.
Whined?
She felt different. Not the worried female who wasn’t sure she could handle sex and, thank God, not remotely the one who had once been forced. She was wild and…her skin prickled again.
Arlin was saying something, gruff and low, that she didn’t understand, didn’t need to understand. She was moving, dancing toward something new and amazing, something she had no words for.
He plunged hard and deep into her, care forgotten and unneeded. His cock was big and stretched her. There was more—a knot that bound them together, unable to leave each other. It hurt. No. No, it didn’t. She lifted her head up and howled.
The rest was a blur of motion and hot pressing of flesh, of itch and scratching the itch. And joy. Somewhere deep inside was joy. The emotion burst inside her, leaving her trembling and wanting more.
And there was more.
She wasn’t sure how long they were tied together, how long Arlin came inside her, over and over. She knew that she was shaking and exhausted when it was over and he moved away. And she was smiling.
This was what she’d wanted.
That and the arm Arlin hooked around her as they lay together on the sheets, their bodies warming against each other. His arm was heavy on her, securing her.
She ran a finger down that arm. His touch, the sex and after the sex, had been so different. She took a deep breath, deliberately not remembering how bad anything like intimacy had been before. She’d focus on what was good now. Arlin’s touch, Arlin’s cock…Arlin had been very good indeed. She was good now too.
“So, Miss Wolf. How did you like it?”
“I’m not…” She stopped the automatic denial and thought about what she’d felt and what she hadn’t. The odd thoughts that had flickered through her brain and the stranger sensations through her body. “That wasn’t just good sex, was it?”
Two wolves in a Las Vegas hotel suite. It sounded mad. It sounded right.
“It was very good sex. Good were sex.” His tongue swiped against her back. “Damn, you are tasty. I could make a meal out of you.”
He nipped at her skin and she hoped he wasn’t being literal. She batted at his mouth to make him stop, for once needing answers from him more than sex.
“I-I was were?”
“Yes. Sort of.”
“Sort of?” She didn’t even have a chance to absorb the yes part of his answer before she realized he’d said there was something new wrong with her. She stiffened, waiting to hear what it was.
“I think you’re like some in my pack. Were enough but not fully were. That would also explain why you haven’t figured it out for so long. After all, you’re a smart woman, you’re not altogether comfortable with non-weres and you’re attracted to wolves. You should have caught on before this. Something blocked you.”
Were enough. What did that mean?
“I studied wolf behavior in college and, yes, I find wolf behavior interesting. It’s sensible for them to be in a hierarchy and… All right. Maybe I’m not as smart as you think. I never really thought about why I was interested. Or why I was so different. Oh my God. Now I even understand why sometimes small dogs cringe when I enter the office.” She laughed. It was as if a door had opened and she was going to finally be allowed out. Where would “out” lead? She stopped laughing. She wasn’t afraid to find out now.
She kissed Arlin hard before she kissed him more slowly, thoroughly. When they were done, she drew back and saw Arlin breathing fast.
Ruth smiled. Some might say that Arlin had turned the key to her door.
He cleared his throat. “You change. Not the way I do. Your nonwere is still a little closer to the surface after the Change than most weres would be. Most of us fully change. You still look more human than wolf.”
She glanced at the mirror. She still looked the same.
“I don’t understand.” But she would. She would research until she did. Ruth bit off a smile. Research? She’d live it. She’d finally know what she’d tried so long to ignore and hide, what she’d been ashamed of because others had shamed her.
She wasn’t her adoptive family’s daughter any longer, desperate to fit in with what they wanted. She wasn’t anyone’s but her own. Or maybe—a little—she was Arlin’s.
Arlin didn’t mind her animal side. At all. He was more than ready to help her explore her wildness. She could be safe and edgy if he mated with her.
No. Oh God, no. She’d studied wolf behavior. She couldn’t want Arlin claiming her. Because wolves didn’t claim for a little bit when they mated. It was possession or nothing. And now that Arlin and everyone else would know she was were…
She dressed rapidly, feeling less were by the minute.
“Arlin—”
“We can talk. Later. We’re going now.” He stood up and stretched.
“Yes. Of course. That was the plan.”
“There will be a few changes to the plan en route.” Arlin picked up her suitcase.
“What changes?” Ruth followed him.
“We’re not going where Hunt thinks we are, for one.” Arlin lowered his voice and kept moving down the hall.
“Why not?”
“It’s a trust thing. I don’t.” He glanced over at her. “Don’t worry. We only have to wait it out for a little while until Dio is taken care of.”
She could accept that since she didn’t trust easily either. The warm, loose feeling in her made her want to trust Arlin, though. At least for a few days.
A few days with Arlin wasn’t being claimed, right? It was exciting. A chance to find out more about what she really was like.
“Actually right now, I can agree with almost anything you want. Maybe we need to have sex more often,” she said out loud.
Arlin looked down at her and his wolf grin showed. “Maybe we do. And there’s no maybe that we will.”
* * * *
“This is our hiding place?” Ruth stared around and then at Arlin.
“Who would think of us being here?”
“Indeed.” She shook her head. “We’re still in Vegas.”
“But not near the Strip. If we’re not there, we might as well be invisible. As long as you s
top using that cell phone of yours to check on your clinic. That was fine while everyone knew you were with Hunt’s pack. Now it’s not.”
“I’m sorry but I still have a business to run…”
“Relax.” Arlin picked up the brochure near the television and read aloud: “‘Welcome to our quiet resort, designed for families to relax. You’re close to nature but not too far from the bright lights. Whatever you want, it’s all here.’”
He grinned at her, daring her to object. She really should have but he did have a great smile.
“You’re here. That’s what I want.”
“My shy introvert seems to have discovered her crazy side.” Arlin sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.”
His? She wasn’t his. At least not any more than he was hers. A devilish twist of possession and lust swirled up inside her. Where had that come from? It was as if once she let her emotions out, they were all determined to show themselves.
The hell with rationalizing what she felt.
She’d show him just who owned whom.
She set her glasses down with a click. She wasn’t going to be introverted now. She pulled off her shirt and smiled at Arlin. He smiled back, waiting for her, lounging back on the chair.
No, she didn’t feel shy or inhibited or anything but eager. There was pleasure when she sat and let herself squirm against him. She caught her lip in her top teeth, trying not to show how good it felt.
His smile deepened. He knew all those desperately good feelings he created in her. There was no point at all in hiding it.
Instead she leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth. Why not bite him instead? She wanted to. “I want you to teach me, Arlin. Everything.”
This time I won’t be were. I’ll be me. I hope that’s enough.
“You always were, baby,” Arlin said to her. “Were is as much a part of you as the earnest vet is. You always will be both.”
He knew.
There couldn’t be any games with him. Apparently he could literally read her mind. Should she be worried? Angry? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t have room right now for those emotions.
She let a short breath out through her nose, no longer able to fight the clawing of desire through her body. Becoming were was frightening. Once you knew, it changed what you wanted, how you wanted, all in a few hours. Old fears were gone, replaced by new, crazy desires.
But right now it didn’t matter. Who she was. Who he was. His cock mattered. His cock and his slow, encouraging smile as she tried out her seduction.
“Do you want to argue or do something else?” She unsnapped his jeans.
“I like arguing with you, actually, when you get all starchy and prim. Makes me want to screw all the proper out of you. But I like the something else even more.” He unbuttoned the top of her pants.
His fingers were warm as they touched her skin, tracing a pattern against her belly.
“Good.” She hitched her legs up around his waist and began to unbutton his shirt next.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
She stopped and let the wave of giddiness hit her. If sudden lust meant she was enjoying herself, then she definitely was.
“Yes, I am. I have a boy toy, and I’m not afraid to use him.” Her voice was husky. It was starting to become difficult to speak. She pulled the shirt away from his shoulders and arms. Oh, God, yes. That much closer to what she wanted. His naked body. “You have a great chest.”
“You too.” He leaned forward and sucked at one nipple through her bra. The pull of need made her dig her hands into his arms. “A first-class chest.”
She shut her eyes. Oh God, that did feel good. The pucker of her nipple rubbed against the lace of her bra, making her squirm with a discomfort that tickled her nerves and sent a burst of heat to her clitoris.
He removed her bra and pants while her eyes were shut, stroking her skin while he did. She smiled. He could be sneaky.
The slow buildup to the inevitable conclusion was as exciting as the fast sex they’d had before. She could make this pleasure last a long time with a little self-control. She didn’t have much control left. But a long time at sex sounded wonderful.
“We have time now. Plenty of time to enjoy.”
She managed to speak through the pleasure hazing her brain. “Why do you know what I’m thinking? How do you know?”
“I’m not sure.” Arlin hesitated, and she could have smacked herself for spoiling the mood. “I would have said once it’s because we’re mates. But I thought that was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and I’ve been able to read other were thoughts before this.”
She didn’t want to feel jealous. She didn’t want to ask.
“Tala’s?”
“Not just Tala’s.”
Not just Tala?
Arlin pulled away from her to shuck off his own jeans. “You don’t really want to know, do you?”
She looked down at him. She didn’t want to stop and think. His cock jumped a little when she rubbed her pussy against it.
“No.” Not right now. But someday I will.
He leaned forward and pulled her close to him. She pushed her fingers into his hair and looked down into those intent eyes.
“What happened with others doesn’t matter, Ruth.” With one easy motion, he moved her onto his cock. She wiggled and she saw sweat bead above his lip. With a push, she fit herself over him. His chest rose and fell, reaching for air. “What you’re doing now, that matters.”
She could do that to him. Make him sweat. Make him gasp. Make him as needy as he made her. Wonderful.
“I’d like to do everything. Everything there is to do with you.” She shifted, adjusting to his cock inside her. “I have a lot to catch up on. Weres have lots and lots of sex. All kinds of sex. I want it.”
She looked at Arlin. He was so young. A decade younger than she was. But then she’d missed out on the chance of any real intimacy, any sex at all, for almost a decade. He already knew more than she did about that.
“You didn’t like the idea of were sex once.” Arlin’s voice was low, and he pushed up, muscles flexing as he did. The fullness of him, sliding into her, was like nothing else she’d ever experienced.
She could bite him over and over. Just sink into his skin and feast.
“I didn’t want to like that idea.” She moved with him, letting the friction and heat flow through them both. “But I thought about it. About you with other weres. With other men. I saw you and Dunne.”
“Did you?”
“I didn’t want to admit it at first, but I-I liked it.” She fought the sudden need to orgasm as the thoughts of the two of them weaved in and out of her head. But the thoughts were what let her say the words she was thinking out loud. “I want to be with you both next time.”
There was a long silence. Could Arlin’s cock get bigger, stiffer?
“The two of us fucking each other and you watching? Seeing me fill up Dunne’s ass? Seeing him suck me off? Or the three of us fucking each other, stuffing your pussy and your ass, and none of us able to watch or even think because it’s so…damned…hot…” His voice, growled low in her ear, sent her tightening up and then over into the climax that she was starting to both expect and crave with him.
She wanted him and Dunne. Or, even if she wasn’t entirely sure she did, this was something he wanted. He’d had something like it with Tala. Very likely with Tala and Dunne and Hunt together. Ruth focused on his face, tight with lust, and then she needed, with all her heart, to give him everything he could desire. More than everything, more than he’d ever had before or could ever expect to have.
HE’D HAVE THOUGHT it was a fantasy a few days before. A fantasy that he could get that glazed, hot look in her eyes from dirty talk.
And from working his cock into that tight, wet cunt. He pressed his finger on her clit and stared at her as she shut her eyes and moaned. He wanted to catch every second of Ruth this way.
Her hair, always bound
up, had slipped free, a stream of blonde moonlight shimmering over him. She wasn’t worried, wasn’t prim, wasn’t anything but his, clearly showing her light and promise. Moon woman.
She was turning more were by the hour. And she was getting more turned on by the minute.
Weres did their best during moonlight.
She was responding to him, matching what he wanted, sending back heat and stoking them both up higher, up to someplace where it was hard to breathe, to think, to…
God. He threw his head back as he came. As she milked him, wanting all of his cum. As she cried out too, slippery and sated.
Later, much later, she said, in a soft voice, “I think I need to try both ways with you and Dunne.”
Even though he was exhausted, sudden lust and need hit him all over again with her words. He tightened his hold on her butt even though his eyes refused to open.
“You may kill me, but it’ll be worth it, Dr. Laurenstein.”
Chapter Six
“Hello.” She stared at the man in front of her. He looked relaxed, his hands in his pockets. She didn’t know if he was really that carefree or not. She knew she wasn’t.
Nerves and curiosity danced through her. Agreeing to a ménage while having sex was different from actually seeing your potential third when you weren’t having sex. When you were dressed and, presumably, sane.
“Nice to see you, doc.”
Doc. That was all she should be to Dunne. The doctor who had healed him. The temporary lover of Dunne’s friend. He shouldn’t be a potential third in that temporary coupling.
A ménage in a motel room. He’d arrived within an hour after Arlin called. So he must want this. Or did he just want Arlin? Or…
He looked into her eyes and she saw heat in his. Why did she keep trying to lie to herself? Doctor and patient wasn’t going to be all they would be. Her own nerves danced faster, fast enough to make her breath catch. “Just nice?”
Dunne’s smile showed a hint of his canines. She recognized his hunting smile. It was a lot like Arlin’s. “That remains to be seen.”
