Martine, Missy - Denying His Wolfen Heritage [A Wolfen Heritage 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Denying His Wolfen Heritage

  “Love, are you ready to go?” He could barely get the words out.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  Michael stopped his pretense at dancing, took her hand, and led her toward the front of the house. “Let’s just say our goodbyes, and we’re out of here.”

  * * * *

  “When are you ever going to learn, Cynthia? Michael doesn’t want to have a relationship with you.” Peter was standing near the front hall with his fiancé and Cynthia.

  “Oh, Darling, Michael doesn’t really know what he wants right now. He’s having a little fling with the country girl, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to settle down. Cynthia’s just making sure he knows what his options are.” Veronica spoke to Peter in an exasperated voice.

  Before Peter could respond, Michael walked through the door, tugging Ariane behind him. The young woman had a face as red as a beet.

  “Peter, Veronica, just wanted to say thanks for a lovely evening. Ariane and I had a blast, but we’re heading home now.” Michael tugged Ariane even closer and then draped his arm around her.

  “You can’t leave yet, the dancing just started,” Peter complained.

  “Sure we can. Besides, we already had our dance.” Michael held out his hand for Peter to shake it. “Congratulations, man, I’m happy for you and Veronica.”

  “Michael, I was just telling Veronica that I wasn’t feeling well. Could you please give me a lift home since you’re leaving early?” Cynthia asked.

  Michael hugged Ariane even closer to his body and smiled at her. “No, sorry. We’re not going your way. You need to find Melissa. I’m sure she’ll agree to take you home early. She hates parties like this anyway.”

  As Peter watched, Ariane lifted her hand to caress Michael’s cheek. He turned and kissed her hand then moved her toward the front door, leaving Cynthia sputtering for something to say. Catching Cynthia’s eye, Peter smirked.

  “Don’t worry about it, Cynthia. I promise you, we’ll find a way to fix it.” Veronica patted Cynthia on the arm.

  Peter scowled at his fiancé. “You stay out of it. Do you understand me?”

  “Of course, darling. If that’s what you want me to do.” He didn’t miss the small grin she sent to Cynthia. Great, what kind of trouble is she going to cause for Michael?

  * * * *

  Michael grabbed a chilled bottle of wine from the fridge, along with two wine glasses, and then headed out to join Ariane on the terrace. When he got to the door, he stopped and feasted his eyes on her for a moment. She was facing away from him, leaning slightly on the balcony rail while she watched the city lights. The wind lightly blew her hair around her shoulders while her skin glistened in the moonlight. She’s so beautiful. I’m going to tell her I love her tonight. I just need to find the perfect moment. Smiling, he joined her in the moonlight.

  “Here we are, a nice Pinot Grigio to round out our evening.” Using the corkscrew he’d brought with him, Michael made short work of opening the bottle and then poured the fragrant wine into two glasses. Handing one to Ariane, he clicked his glass to hers and smiled. “Here’s to us, Ariane. May both our dreams come true.”

  Ariane smiled and took a sip of her wine. Michael reached for her glass and set it beside his on the table. He held out his hand to her. “Come here, love.” His face closed in on her neck, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell so good.” Cupping her ass, he pulled her tight against his hard body. He moistened her lips with the tip of his tongue before slipping in between them, his tongue coaxing hers to come out and play.

  Breaking the kiss, Michael licked across her ear and then bit down lightly on the lobe. He trailed wet kisses down the side of her neck and then locked his lips on the delicate skin and sucked strongly, leaving a mark others would be able to see. For a moment, he felt regret that he couldn’t mark her in the fashion in which she wanted to be claimed. It saddened him to know that he would never be the wolf she really deserved.

  Gazing at her, it pleased him to see the flash of heat in her eyes. Turning her swiftly in his arms, he pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her back. Lowering his head, he bit softly at the back of her neck and then soothed it with a wet kiss. Slowly, he kissed down the length of her spine, stopping when he reached the material of her dress. Grabbing her hips, he quickly turned her back around and devoured her mouth.

  Michael held still when he felt her tug his shirt free of his pants. Her hands dipped under the hem and began to run over the muscles of his back. He quickly reached for the buttons, wanting to feel her hands on his entire body. The shirt soon decorated the terrace floor. A step forward brought their bodies close together but caused Ariane to be a little off balance. She stumbled a little and bumped into the patio table. Before Michael could catch her, she’d knocked the wine glass off onto the floor.

  “Oh, Michael. I’m so sorry.” Ariane flushed a deep red. She bent quickly and began picking up the large pieces of broken glass.

  “Wait, don’t do that. You might cut yourself. Don’t worry about it, love. Nobody else will be out here. I’ll clean it up later.” He attempted to pull her to her feet.

  “Ow,” she cried out. Ariane pulled her hand back suddenly. Michael could see the blood dripping from her finger.

  “Damn, come here, love.” He brought her to her feet and took the injured hand in his. Looking at it carefully, he realized that it was only the tip of a finger that was injured. He smiled up at her. “It’s just a small cut, nothing serious.” Holding her gaze with his, he drew the injured finger to his mouth and put it between his lips. He could taste the salty, metallic flavor of her blood.

  “What are you doing?” she asked shakily.

  He slid her finger out of his mouth and smiled at her. “I’m helping it to stop bleeding. I wouldn’t want you to get blood on that beautiful dress.” Glancing at the tip, he put it back in his mouth and sucked lightly for a few moments. The next time he withdrew it, he licked the tip lightly and then gave her a wicked grin. “There, all better now.” Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her through the apartment, not stopping until they reached the master bedroom.

  Michael set her down just inside the door and then pushed her against the wall, anchoring her wrists above her head with one of his hands.

  “Michael,” she gasped.

  His fingertips ran over the tops of her nearly exposed breasts, the tips beading against the silky material. Taking the strap of her gown in his free hand, he slowly tugged until he’d exposed one taut, pretty breast. He traced her softness until her body trembled. Sliding his hand down, he inched up her hem until he could touch bare skin and then slid his hand along her silky thigh toward her mound. His knee found its way between her thighs to help support her as he slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy. His fingers began to pump in and out as he teased her nipple with his tongue.

  Michael raised his head and growled against her lips. “I want to bury my cock inside you.”

  “Oh yes, Michael, yes.” Ariane was struggling to free her hands.

  He slid his fingers from her pussy and tugged gently on her nipple with his teeth. Before she could respond, he released her hands and drew the other strap of her gown down, allowing it to pool at her feet. Ariane yelped slightly when he swept her off her feet and then deposited her on the bed. It only took him a moment to finish removing his clothing and join her on the large bed, moving to settle between her spread thighs.

  “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t wait this time.” The tip of his erection grazed her slick opening. “You’re already wet for me, and I’m about to burst here.” He leaned and kissed her hard. “I promise I’ll make it up to you on the next round.”

  “I don’t want you to wait. I need you, Michael. Please, now, I want you now.” Ariane was practically pleading with him.

  Michael grabbed a condom from the nightstand and frantically rolled it on. Back in position between her thighs, he lifted her hips slightly and pushed into the heat of her body. It
was pure heaven and hell at the same time. The pleasure of heaven and the fire of hell. Withdrawing slightly, he rammed back in until he was buried balls deep, groaning at the pleasure he received from the tiny woman.

  Ariane breathed raggedly and curled her legs around his hips, digging her feet into the small of his back. A strange growl came from her as she writhed beneath his body. Michael adjusted his angle and began stroking her clit each time he pumped into her moist center. Her slender hands traced up his chest and toyed with his pebbled nipples. He could feel his balls tingling and knew he wouldn’t last long. Reaching down, he fingered her clit for a moment, dampening his finger, and then reached beneath her to brush lightly over her delicate anus.

  Michael groaned loudly as Ariane tensed up, tightening all her muscles when his fingers came in contact with the small, puckered opening, including the ones in her pussy. She came with a sharp cry, the spasms around his cock sending him over the edge with her. Michael collapsed on top of her pliant body, burying his face in her fragrant neck. He thought about telling her he loved her then but didn’t think it was such a good idea. He didn’t want her to think it was a reaction to their passion. He’d wait and plan a special dinner in a couple of days. He wanted it to be perfect.

  Slowly he slid out of paradise and fell to his side on the bed beside her. Leaning over, he kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.” In the bathroom he disposed of the condom and got a warm, wet washcloth to take care of his love. When he returned to the bed she was already asleep. Gently, he cleaned her up then tossed the cloth in the vicinity of the bathroom and snuggled up beside her. Pulling her completely in his arms, he laid her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Ariane watched as her mate, and the love of her life, slept. He looked so peaceful, even happy in a way. She thought back to the party and grimaced. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she could fit into his world if she worked at it, it was more like she didn’t think his world was going to be willing to let her fit in. If they stayed together, Peter and Veronica would be a constant in their lives. Peter seemed to like her well enough, but Veronica had been positively hostile.

  She slipped out of Michael’s arms, careful not to wake him up. Quietly, she padded over to the window and stared out over the city. She longed to be able to shift and run free in the woods. If she stayed here would she ever be able to do that again? With a small hand she wiped away a single tear that traced down her cheek and then glanced back over at her sleeping mate. Her wolf paced inside, knowing its mate was nearby and wanting to be claimed. In the blink of her eye, Ariane knew that living a life with Michael was worth giving up all the things she held dear. Nothing in the world meant as much to her as he did.

  Needing to show her love, she slipped back into the bed and carefully pushed down the covers. Michael had been dominant in all of their lovemaking so far. He’d barely let her touch him at all, seeming to lose control once he got his hands on her body. She was determined that this time, she would be allowed to give him pleasure on her terms.

  Sliding her body down the bed, Ariane pressed her face into the curly hair of his groin and inhaled the manly scent of his body. The wolf inside howled in triumph at the idea of being able to taste its mate. Taking her time, she paused to study his body carefully. Even in slumber, his manhood was an impressive sight. It lay thick and long against his thigh, at least seven inches in length. She ran her finger along the pale, smooth skin that she already knew felt like velvet to the touch. The head was slightly purple and mushroom-shaped. She’d seen it when he was aroused, dark red and swollen with a tiny bit of fluid leaking from the end. It amazed her how something so fierce-looking could bring such pleasure.

  Carefully, she wrapped her fingers around its girth and then touched her tongue to the tip. She stilled for a moment when Michael made a strange sound and shifted his head on the bed. When he settled back down, Ariane went back to her erotic explorations. Again, her tongue swiped across the tip of his cock and then she eased him into the dampness of her mouth. She was amazed when it began to grow rapidly. Leaning back, she watched as it grew in length and width. Lowering her head, she began to lick up the sides, avoiding the tip.

  She reached down, grasped one of his balls in her hand, and squeezed gently. Carefully, she rolled it between her fingers and then reached over and licked it several times before taking it in her mouth. It felt strange on her tongue. While she laved one side of his body, her hands fondled and played with the other side. Michael’s loud groan of her name was the only warning she got before she felt his hand on her head.

  “God, Ariane. What are you doing?”

  Releasing him from her lips, she raised her head to gaze at her mate. “I’m loving you, Michael. Just lie back and let me love you, please?”

  “Love, you don’t have to do this.”

  “I know. I want to.” Ariane reached down and licked the drops of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his erection. “You taste bitterly sweet and kind of salty,” she said. Michael’s answer was another loud groan. Leaning over, she swirled her tongue around the head before taking him completely into her mouth. She tried to take all of him down but couldn’t get but about halfway before she began to choke. She found if she gripped it around the base with her fingers spread out, she could control the amount that went down into her throat. She took hold with one hand and began to suck his cock in earnest.

  Up and down her head bobbed, while her hand continued to fondle his sac. She reveled in the sounds coming from her mate and smiled when his hips began thrusting in time with her efforts. His fingers on her head suddenly tightened in her hair. “Ariane, I’m gonna come. You need to pull back now,” Michael implored her. She responded to his plea by quickening her efforts and mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen. Michael let out a wail that sounded almost painful when his body stiffened and then hot liquid spurted over her tongue. He was holding her head tightly in place now so it was swallow or be choked. She and her wolf relished the taste of their mate.

  Finally, Michael’s body stilled, and he released the hold he had on her hair. Reaching down, he grasped her body and brought her up to lie against his own. He smoothed the hair away from her face and lowered his lips to hers. For long minutes his tongue explored her mouth, while she ran her tongue softly along the length of his. When he finally ended the kiss, she was breathless.

  “Why did you do that?” he asked. He was holding her close to his body, his fingers running through the length of her hair.

  Ariane smiled at him, trying to project all the love she felt for him in her look. “I had to, Michael. I wanted to be able to love you like you’ve been loving me.” She laughed. “When we make love you always get carried away, and I don’t get my turn.” She gave him a sly grin. “Now, I’ve had my turn.” Her grin changed to a frown. “You’re not upset with me, are you?”

  He hugged her so close she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to breathe. “No, I’m not upset at all. Baby, you can love on me any time you want.” Michael snickered and then lowered his hand down her body.

  “No,” Ariane exclaimed, grabbing his hand.

  Michael frowned and looked worried. “What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”

  “Of course not.” She smiled up at him. “This was just for you, Michael. I wanted to show you my love. Now, I want you to cuddle me close and let me fall asleep in your arms.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, it’s what I want. Can we do that? Can we just cuddle up and sleep now?”

  For just a moment he looked like he might argue and then a smile came over his face. Without a word, he cuddled her close and wrapped his arms around her body. It only took a few minutes for the feelings of warmth and security to lull Ariane to sleep.

  * * * *

  Ariane woke slowly, reaching out to search for Michael’s warmth in the bed. When she only encountered cold sheets, she opened her eyes to look around. Hearing no sounds in the apartment,
she decided to get up. On the kitchen counter she found a note.

  Good morning, love. After the workout we had yesterday and last night, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you this morning. I’m off to the office for today, but I’m going to do my best to wrap things up so I can take off the rest of the week with you. I’ll be home around six, and we can go out and get some dinner. I’ll even let you pick! Have a great day, and I’ll see you tonight. Love, Michael

  Ariane sighed when she read his words. If he only meant the love part! Shrugging, she headed toward the bathroom for a shower and heard the phone ring. She hesitated for just a moment. She never felt right answering his phone even though he had encouraged her to do it. It might be Michael calling to check on me, so I guess I’d better answer it. Resigned, she went and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

  “Ariane, this is Veronica Collins, Peter’s fiancé.”

  “Uh, yes, Ms. Collins. I’m sorry, but Michael isn’t here right now.”

  “Of course he isn’t, he’s at work with Peter. I’m calling to talk to you.”

  Ariane’s wolf sent a definite danger signal to her, making Ariane wish she could just hang up the phone. “Okay, what can I do for you, Ms. Collins?”

  “Please call me Veronica, Ariane. I’m afraid we got off to a really bad start last night, and I wanted to apologize.”

  “That’s really not necessary. I’m sure you’re extremely caught up in your wedding plans. It wasn’t very thoughtful of us to spring an unexpected guest on you.”

  “Nonsense, dear. We both know I was downright rude. My only excuse is that I’d always assumed that Michael would end up with Cynthia and seeing him with you sort of threw me a bit.”

  “Well, I’m sorry about that.”