by Anthology
“Like that?”
Yes, she did and she craved more. Now. “You still have your pants on.”
Dallas stopped sucking long enough to answer her. “Apparently, I do.”
“You have three seconds to get them off before I tear them from your body.”
“Watch out,” he laughed. “Or I’m going to think you have super-human powers.”
She licked his neck. “Explanations later. Fucking now.”
“Sounds good.” He unzipped his pants and tugged them off. She glanced at his white briefs. They stretched to the breaking point with his hard cock trying to wedge through the cotton restraint. Reaching between them, she stroked the tip.
He hissed. “If you do that, I’m going to come before I’m ever in you.”
Male wolf shifters had enormous staying power in the bedroom. She would bet it took more than a simple touch to make him lose control.
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow. Her wolf side wanted to play. “Should I test you?”
“No.” He grabbed her hand, and she poked out her bottom lip in a pout. Someday when he knew what he’d become, she’d torment him in bed simply to test his limits. For now, she’d go along and do this his way.
“Put it in me then.”
He snorted. “You’re pushy.”
“And you don’t mind following my orders even though you’re rather adept at giving them yourself, doctor.”
He sniffed her neck and she shivered. “I’ll put it in you when I’m good and ready.”
She grabbed his hard cock. “I think you’re good and ready.”
Dallas laughed, his tongue plunging into her mouth . After a second, he growled deeply in his throat, then pulled back. “I’m sorry about all the strange noises. I can’t seem to help….”
She shook her head, leaning her forehead against his. “Don’t worry about them. I like it. A lot.”
As if her words fueled him forward, his hand pressed until he found her clit. He didn’t fumble or falter, instead he touched her until she writhed beneath him. “You’re so wet, and only from my fingers.”
“And your mouth.” She licked the side of his face. “And the way you touch me and you haven’t even let me play with you yet.”
She squeezed his erection.
“Shit.” He shuddered beneath her fingers. “You like playing with fire.”
“Actually, amongst the…people…I know, I’m pretty cautious.”
He yanked her hand away. “I’d hate to see what you consider dangerous.”
“I think you’d like it.” Reaching up, she stroked his chin.
He raised an eyebrow. “We need a condom.”
Someday he’d understand he couldn’t catch any diseases from her and that pregnancy would be out of the question because they weren’t mates. Still, she hadn’t wanted to explain things until after they had sex, so a condom would have to be worn. She sniffed the air. “Left drawer next to the bed.”
He leaned over and pulled open the door. She heard rustling and he retrieved a foil package. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.”
He considered himself a smart man. Something was a little…different with her. At the moment, he didn’t give a shit. Later, he would search for answers, but right then, he wanted to get inside the hottest woman he’d ever seen.
With shaky hands, he sheathed himself. Considering how weak he had been earlier, his body surged with energy, like her presence alone had awakened the healing inside of him. He wanted to fuck and howl. The gorgeous woman with him seemed up for the fucking part.
Positioning his cock near the entrance of her pussy, he tried to be gentle as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around him. “Don’t hold back. Whatever you can give me, I can take it.” He growled, the need to take her starting in his spinal cord and forcing its way out through his mouth. He thrust into her heat and she moaned. “Yes, like that. Fuck me hard.”
His mind separated from his body. Nothing but her pussy existed. Her body met his in every thrust. Her sighs drove him forward.
Pleasure surged through his veins and his balls grew painfully hard. He couldn’t let go yet.
He squeezed one of her breasts, wishing that both hands worked perfectly so he could grab each of her nipples until she called out his name. Giving in to instinct, he dug his fingers into her soft skin. She writhed beneath him. Driving into her, he could see the marks on her breasts where his fingers had been. Yes, he loved that. He wanted more than that. A marking. She had to be his; everyone had to know she belonged to him.
His mouth throbbed which only made him want to fuck her harder, to give her more pleasure than she’d ever had before. The fact that those thoughts made him institutionally crazy couldn’t concern him, not when he wanted to take her so badly. Later, he’d figure it out. Right then, he had to go with it.
She stared up at him with huge eyes. Heat radiated off her as she panted, “You want to bite me.”
How had she known? Ever since she’s arrived, she’d seemed able to read his mind. With someone else it might have been an invasion, but with her he only wanted more. “My mouth hurts. I do want to bite you. So much.”
“It will mean I’m yours.”
I knew that. Not sure how. He hissed, his cock threatening to spill his seed any second. “Do you want?”
Her voice nearly breathless, she answered, “I do. But you might not once you understand.”
He thrust hard one more time and she exploded around him, her muscles clenching and milking his cock. She screamed his name over and over. Her neck, white and vulnerable begged for his mark, and like he had to breathe, he needed to give it to her.
As his cock exploded, he gave in to the compulsion. His teeth sank into her skin and she came again. Her orgasm made his own pleasure last longer and he’d never come so hard or so long. Damn. When had sex ever been so…explosive?
He tasted her blood.
He loved it.
He still lapped at her neck when reality came back all at once. Shit. What the hell had he done?
Jumping backward, he missed her warmth as soon as his cock left her. She must want to kill me. He’d bit so hard he’d sucked her blood like a beast. Her hand stroked her neck where he’d marked her. Who did something like that? How could I have let this happen? He panted, unable to catch his breath.
“Dallas.”
He put his head in his hands. If she told him she forgave him for his violence toward her, that might actually make everything worse. Her rage would be better than her forgiveness.
How had his body gotten so completely out of his own control?
“Dallas.” She spoke his name again, running her hand down his back. He didn’t know why, but she soothed the heat inside of him. “I’ll wear your mark proudly.”
He moved toward her. “How can you? I destroyed your skin. You’ll probably need a plastic surgeon. I’m some kind of monster.”
She shook her head. “No more than I am.”
“What?” Nothing she said made any sense.
“Do you remember your attack?” She moved until she sat on top of him, straddling his lap. Yes. He needed her touch. Her gentleness.
“I remember most of it up until the point that the first few bites happened.” He swallowed. If he started weeping like a baby, he’d drive straight to the hospital and let them drug him up. So what if he lost his medical license for being out of his mind? “After that, I’m not sure. I don’t know why they didn’t tear me to shreds. I don’t know who got them off me.”
“I don’t think they intended to kill you or you would have been dead. You might still have died. Not everyone can live through it.”
“My wounds were relatively superficial compared to how bad they could be. At first they thought I’d be fine. Then some kind of infection set in. No one could figure it out. I remember none of that time. Blurred images, heat. Then it ended. No explanation.”
Her eyes flared red for a moment and then the redness faded
as though he’d imagined it. “How horrific. They should be…slaughtered.”
“The wolves got away. Animal control searched….”
She rubbed her face. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t know you very well yet, but somehow I do sense that we understand each other. I’ve actually been married, and divorced. In that time, I never experienced this. Whatever happened here between us, this heat, I’ve never encountered such an emotion in my life.”
“I’ll ask again.” Her eyebrows raised. “Do you think I’m out of my mind?”
“No. I might be, but my gut tells me you’re sane.” He smoothed the hair out of her eyes, needing to touch her. “Why?”
“Keep trusting me, I’ll explain.”
“Okay.” If she asked him to stand on his head, he’d do it, no question. She held all kinds of power over him. He didn’t even care that she controlled him. In fact, the sensation soothed him.
“What else do you remember about it?”
“I don’t know.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I got called down to the ER to see a trauma patient. When I got there, his wounds looked sort of healed. The wolves were circling him, and when I tried to get to him, they attacked me.”
“And the patient?”
“He vanished.” His memory of the man on the bed resurfaced. “Kind of weird, really.”
She kissed his chest, above his heart. “How so?”
“He howled on the bed like a wolf.” His own howling during their lovemaking came back to him. “Shit. Did those wolves have some kind of weird infection I’ve caught?”
His heart pounded hard against his ribs. Had he caught something the blood tests had missed?
“Ssshh.” She placed her hand on his chest. “They weren’t wolves, not as you think of them, Dr. Olson.”
“Hah.” He closed his eyes. “I’m fairly certain I can tell a wolf when I see one.”
“What you saw, what they were…” She sighed and he opened his eyes to regard her. “Wolf shifters. Werewolves. Lone wolves. Packless bastards who broke our most sacred rule. No one attacks humans. Ever. To do so means death.”
She’d asked him if he thought her crazy. He’d told her he didn’t and even as she spoke words he knew had to be impossible, he still couldn’t doubt her.
“You said ‘we.’” Out of all she said, the ‘we’ seemed the only thing he could focus on at that moment.
“I’m a werewolf.”
Anger surged through his soul. “You were attacked.” He’d hunt down the bastards and kill whoever had harmed her.
“No, my darling.” Her eyes teared and she rubbed her head against his chest. “Unlike you, my wolf is hereditary. My father’s family has always been of shifter blood. On my mother’s side, I’m human.”
“Hybrids are possible?” Why had he asked that? He didn’t really care. The fact that he’d been attacked by a werewolf needed to hold his attention, but the idea seemed to float away every time he tried to hold onto it.
“The werewolf gene always wins.” She shook her head and cradled his cheeks in her hands. “Listen to me. You’re a werewolf now. You lived through the alteration that occurred in your body and now you are one of us. My Alpha, Luke, wants you to come home, to be part of our pack, to let us help you as you adjust.”
Pack? His heart rate picked back up. He liked the sound of it, and the nervous energy he’d long suppressed surged through him. “I don’t know how to be a werewolf.”
“You will.” She stroked his cheeks. “It’ll be like breathing.”
“Let me get all of this straight; there are werewolves. People can either be born one or made one. I’ve now been made. You’re a werewolf. How can no one know?”
“Packs keep all of it under control, keep things secret. The ones who attacked you? They’re dead. My brother and some of the others took care of them. They’ll never hurt anyone again.”
He sat back. “This is a lot to process.” Yet, somehow he remained okay. Her presence kept him settled.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“When you bit me, you made me yours. Forever. We officially…mated.”
Chapter Three
She spoke very fast, hoping if she said everything she had to in a short time he’d still want her when she finished. He’d bit her and he’d not understood what it meant, but they were tied. Forever. But that didn’t mean everything would be as blissful as her siblings’ relationships. Unlike her loved ones, she and Dallas could spend the rest of their lives making each other miserable. He might even hate her.
She’d been so attracted to him. Why hadn’t she understood what that meant before she’d taken him to bed? If she’d thought things out, she would have figured out a way to stop it so he could have made an informed decision. Shit, maybe he’d mated her because she happened to be the first female werewolf he’d met.
“I can smell…something.” He sniffed in the air. “I don’t know how to explain it. I guess maybe it’s a werewolf thing. Jesus, that sounds fucking insane to say aloud.”
He hadn’t remarked on their mating. Maybe that meant he couldn’t even deal with it. “Where are you smelling whatever it is?”
He sniffed the air again and rolled to her. Leaning over he took a good whiff of her hair. “You. It’s coming off you and I think I know what the scent means even though I have no idea how I could know it.”
“Your wolf side doesn’t need to be taught what comes naturally and instinctively to it. It’s not like learning to read. You didn’t have to be taught to blink your eyes as a human, and as a werewolf you won’t need to be instructed in interpreting scents.” She swallowed. “There are much better teachers than me.”
“Then what I smell from you—are nervousness and a great deal of angst.”
She blinked. “Yes. I’m experiencing those things.” She placed her hands on his chest. “We have to deal with a certain amount of discretion with each other because we always know the other wolf’s emotions. Humans too, and then we really can’t say anything.”
“Why are you feeling the way you are?” He put his hands on her shoulders. “Minutes after the most incredible sex of my life?”
“Weren’t you listening? You mated yourself to me. You didn’t even know what it meant when you did. And now you’re stuck.”
He scratched his chin before pulling her against him. “Stuck? How could I even place you and that word in the same sentence?”
“There are lots of wolf shifters. You might have preferred one of them—”
“Cara,” he interrupted. “Do you think there is something wrong with my wolf?”
She shook her head. “No.” By contrast, he smelled like…heaven. “Why would you ask that?”
“Biology.”
She couldn’t follow where the conversation was heading. “What about it?”
“Animals do what they’re going to do. Now, I’m not going to pretend to get all of this—hell, I’m not even sure I’m going to shift into a wolf, this could all be a mistake or something. But if I’m a wolf, then my wolf side knows what it’s doing. I instinctively bit you to mate you because I wanted you.” He leaned over to kiss the tip of her nose. “I still want you.”
His words made her shiver. “You are going to turn into a wolf. I can promise you that.”
“Right now?”
She scented his own anxiety level rising so she burrowed closer against him. “No. In a few days.”
He grinned, an amused glint lighting his eyes. “Then right now I can still fuck you.”
She gave a startled laugh. He never reacted the way she thought he should. What had happened to his human irrationality? Did he ever possess it? Madame Eve had wanted to set them up even before he’d been a wolf. Maybe they simply fit.
“Paging Doctor Olson. Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
“Every word.” He nibbled on her ear, and her libido—which shoul
d have been satisfied—came right back online. Goose bumps traveled up and down her arms.
“Only from a kiss and my body came alive. How do you do that?”
He sniffed against her ear, a long, hard inhale. She knew he was taking her scent deep inside. “Luck.”
Their mouths fused together like they’d been made to be that way. His tongue plowed against her own. Her pussy wept knowing what was coming soon.
He pulled back and took her cheeks in his hands. “Beautiful lady, I think you saved my life.”
“I don’t think it’s that dramatic. I came and told you what had happened to you, that’s all. I didn’t….”
He kissed her again before leaving the bed. Why talk when she could kiss him? “All I want in the world right now is to taste you.”
She stood up, unsure of what to expect next. It took her a second to realize what he meant. By then, he’d dropped to his knees in front of her.
“You’re so full of surprises.”
“Lean against the wall.” She nodded and did as he’d told her. She’d scented his Alpha nature when she first walked into the room. His pupils were dilated; the wolf glowed in his eyes. Spending her life surrounded by Alpha males allowed her the ability to detect them pretty quickly.
“You’ll be ordering me around in no time.”
He bit his lower lip. “I don’t want to order you. I want you to believe I’m always right. Not much chance of that though, right? Because my instincts tell me you’re not docile.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Good.” He sniffed the air again. “I’ve spent the last few days trying so hard not to pay attention to my nose. All I want now is to revel in it. You smell like sex, like every scent in the world I’ve ever loved completely rolled into one. I’ve got to get my tongue on you.”
She closed her eyes as his mouth found her pussy. With one stroke of his talented tongue, her knees nearly gave out beneath her.
“Easy there. Lots more to go with this. I want you upright.”
“Not sure I can comply.”
He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “What did you say to me last time? Oh right, yes you can.”
“Damn it.” She had said that to him. “This is payback?”
