Forbidded

by Adrienne Woods

  He didn’t answer when I called.

  Shit, fuck. Please be okay.

  Collin was a hunter and could take care of himself. He was healed, and he could drive.

  But a nagging voice in my head made me worried. What if werewolves had found him?

  I settled on my bed and picked up A Game of Thrones, hoping the big tome would distract me, but it was no use.

  Images of a pack shredding Collin to pieces flashed through my mind’s eye.

  Stop thinking this shit, Ru.

  I didn’t pay attention to anything I was reading and found myself having to read the same sentence multiple times.

  Finally, a truck rumbled in the distance. I jumped up and peeked through the curtain. He was back. I lay back on my bed and feigned sleep.

  He walked into the house and locked the front door, the sound of his steps like a familiar song.

  He ran upstairs. “Ru!” He burst into my room.

  I fought the urge to open my eyes.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me,” he whined. It was hard not to give myself away.

  My bed dipped under his weight as he sat down and let out a heavy sigh.

  Something loud fell on the night stand and then his lips touched my head.

  He smelled so amazing.

  He sat up. His shoes clunked to the floor.

  I peeked through one eye. He was sitting with his back to me.

  I jumped up and pounced on him, and his body jerked.

  “You little shit.” He leapt up. “You want to give me a heart attack?” He clutched at his chest with one hand.

  I laughed.

  “It’s not funny, Ru,” he said sternly, but his mouth twitched.

  He took off his shirt, and I gasped when I saw the mark on him.

  “What?” He glanced down. “Oh that.”

  “You’re like Theo. Why didn’t they change you?”

  “I told you not all wolves are insane. Perhaps they didn’t want that life for me.”

  I felt even more sorry for him.

  “How did you not know I have that?” he teased.

  “Probably because I’m distracted whenever your shirt’s off,” I joked and gasped again when he slightly turned around and showed me the mother of a tattoo on his back. “Sit down.” I settled on my knees behind him. I trailed my fingers over the dark ink spread over his back.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  A soft chuckle left my mouth. “No, I’ve never seen anything this beautiful.” I stared at the intriguing shapes and curls of his tattoo. It was a design I’d never seen before.

  “I agree.” He was looking at me over his shoulder, and I felt a blush spread over my cheeks.

  His lips touched mine and then he pinned my body back on to the bed.

  We quickly picked things up where we had left off.

  He moved on top of me again, grinding into me. My head fell back against the pillow and he followed my lips with his.

  Soft moans left my mouth, muffled by his lips.

  This wolfboy was all mine.

  My lips shifted down to the soft skin of his neck and my teeth gently scraped his flesh.

  He groaned and found my mouth again.

  He was hungry for me.

  He slipped his hands under my shirt and cupped my breast.

  “You took a shower,” he murmured against my lips.

  “I had to pass the time, you took forever.”

  “Sorry.” He broke the kiss. “The gas station was out and I had to drive to another one.”

  “I thought you were always prepared.”

  “What would you have thought about my agenda if I came prepared?”

  I giggled. Flirting was so easy with him.

  He moved his lips to my ear. “Are you dead sure about this, Ru?”

  “Like a corpse,” I whispered back. He pulled my tank top over my head, and I was struck with a sudden shyness, having never been naked in front of a guy before. His lips wandered down to my chest and caressed my breasts before he took my nipple into his mouth.

  My breath came out in slow, heavy pants, and my eyes fluttered closed.

  He undid the button on my jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. He inched my jeans down, and I started giggling as he struggled to get them off while refusing to move his lips away from my skin.

  I opened my eyes, the light from my lamp glaring into my eyes.

  I read in one of my sister’s Cosmopolitan magazines that men liked it when the light was on so they could see your body, but I was incredibly shy.

  He managed to pull my jeans off, revealing my naked body to him—I’d decided against underwear after my shower.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

  “Apparently not.” I said, biting my lip shyly.

  He wiggled the covers from underneath me and pulled it over us, then paused to kick off his jeans. He was still wearing his boxers when he settled between my legs, the sensation heightened now that I was naked beneath him. Our kisses became more frantic like we couldn’t decide whether to keep our lips together or suck on each other’s skin.

  He nibbled the sensitive skin in my neck and I could feel myself pulsing slightly from the friction between us. The thin material of his boxers was the only thing separating him from being inside me.

  I wanted him so badly, I thought I would die. A part of me told me that I loved him, but I pushed that aside, for now.

  His hand fumbled toward my nightstand—probably for the condoms—and then his lips left mine. I kissed his shoulder as he tore open the box with his teeth and fished out a condom.

  He rolled off me and onto his back as he ripped off the foil. I turned on my side to watch him curiously.

  He slipped his hand under the sheets, lifting his hips to shimmy out of his boxers. I watched as he stroked himself under the sheets, rolling the condom down his length. In the future, I wanted to help him with that, but right now, I let him do it.

  His face turned serious.

  “I still feel the same. No doubts.” I cupped his cheek and kissed him.

  “If I do something you don’t like, you have to tell me,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Okay.”

  He pushed me back, then his hand grazed down my body to my sex, brushing over my folds, sparking shocks of pleasure I had never felt before.

  His finger glided inside of me and I saw stars It felt so mind-blowingly good.

  I couldn’t remember why I had waited so long.

  “You okay?” he asked and my eyes flew open.

  “Don’t look at me.”

  “I need to see if you like this.”

  “I love this,” I croaked out, my cheeks reddening.

  He chuckled and leaned down for a kiss, continuing the torturously slow pace of his finger. His thumb brushed over my sensitive nub, and I moaned into his neck.

  “You okay?” he asked and I nodded. “Tell me when you are close.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.” My breaths came out in pants.

  I felt his chest shake against me. “You will know. Believe me, you’ll know.”

  I felt so stupid that I didn’t know anything. Sure, I’d read about orgasms, but I’d never experienced it. I’d never dared to explore my own body. It made me feel so dirty, like everyone would know. But this… this didn’t feel dirty at all, it felt heavenly.

  He pushed another finger inside of me. I whimpered as his tongue flicked over my earlobe before he closed his teeth over it.

  “You like that?”

  I nodded, beyond words.

  I groaned when he pulled his fingers out, gliding them over my throbbing sex, then slipping them inside me again. My hips moved involuntarily, as the tension in my body coiled tighter.

  My belly fluttered, and the muscles in my thighs flexed. Whatever was happening to my body made me want to laugh and cry out simultaneously.

  It kept building as he quickened his pace, and my breath increased
with every slide of his fingers.

  “You close?”

  “I think so,” I gasped.

  “We can stop if you want to.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I practically growled.

  “Sorry.” He grinned down at me, his eyes shining with lust.

  He moved on top of me, pushing his fingers deeper.

  I moaned and gasped for air.

  He sucked on my neck as he shifted, his hand leaving me. I groaned at the loss, but then his hard length slid over my sex, and he guided the tip to my entrance.

  I gasped as he eased his way in inch by inch. There was a moment of searing pain as he breached my hymen, and he stilled, waiting for my body to adjust to him.

  “You okay?” His breaths were short and heavy.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned, and his lips covered mine. Soon pinpricks of pleasure replaced the pain as he started moving slowly again. I brought my legs up and around his waist, my hands splayed over his back. With my body, I urged him to move faster, my lips breaking away from his as I gulped in air.

  “Oh fuck.” I clamped my teeth into his shoulder.

  A gnawing ache spread through my belly as he moved faster, my breasts skimming against his chest with every thrust. I dug my nails into his back as the ache spread.

  He let out a grunt, and I released my grip on his back, muttering a breathless apology.

  “No, it feels good. You okay?”

  I nodded tightly.

  “This pace okay?”

  “Stop talking.”

  He chuckled against my skin, then lifted his lips to mine.

  This was like nothing I had ever felt before, and our sweat-slicked skin sliding together felt so good that I had no idea how I had gone so long without it.

  I’d always thought the first time would be excruciatingly painful, but apart from that one moment of pain, this was nothing but bliss.

  My lips left him as I cried out, my body tensing and my toes curling from the pleasure.

  He slowed his pace, but I dug my heels into his ass, my hips moving to meet his strokes.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop”

  An electric warmth spread over me, and all the tension seemed to leave my body. My arched back collapsed against the bed, my body limp and trembling. He cradled me against him as the pleasure washed over me. I felt his arms tighten around me, and then he stiffened, letting out a low groan. He laid on top of me for a moment, his weight almost crushing me. He caught his breath before pulling out of me.

  I started giggling, and his deep laugh joined mine.

  “I thought men only last like twenty seconds.”

  “My name is Collin, not men.”

  I chuckled against his skin.

  “You okay?” he croaked for the millionth time.

  “I’m more than okay. We need to do that again soon.”

  He kissed my lips.

  “You want to take a shower?” he asked and I nodded.

  I winced as I stood, my muscles aching as I straightened.

  His lips touched my side and I bent down to kiss him as I reached for my sheet to cover my body.

  I wasn’t ready to parade naked in front of him, but I was definitely going to have sex with Collin again.

  Fifteen

  The next morning, I woke up alone.

  I pulled on my jeans, grimacing as the rough material hit the sensitive apex between my thighs. I pulled on my shirt as I headed downstairs, where Collin was cooking breakfast.

  My eyes feasted on him—he was shirtless displaying his perfect sculpted body.

  He was everything a girl could ever want: tall, perfectly built, had a sexy tattoo, and he cooked. Not to mention that the sex was fucking fantastic—even if I had nothing to compare it to, I was certain nothing could top sex with Collin.

  I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind.

  “Good morning sunshine.” He glanced at his watch. “Nine o’ clock. Must be a record.”

  “Shut up.” I kissed his back softly.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Perfect.” I nabbed a piece of bacon.

  We had breakfast together and then cuddled in front of a movie.

  He had heard that Theo was doing well, and so was Collin’s family.

  I wanted to tell him about the Alpha, but I was scared that they would immediately pack up and leave for Egypt, leaving me just as pathetic as Liz.

  My father would never let me go to Egypt with him.

  We went to the nearest movie theatre that afternoon. Being out like this with Collin made me feel normal, like the girls in the books I read.

  For a few hours, I wasn’t a hunter of supernatural creatures. I was just Ru, wildly in love with the guy of her dreams. There was nothing paranormal about it.

  When we got home, Collin took a shower with me.

  It was awkward as he stood behind me.

  His hands explored my skin and then his fingers dug into me like last night.

  The steam and hot water also had an effect on me as he kissed the nape of my neck.

  I leaned into his body, one foot resting against the wall.

  I moaned through heavy breaths. His fingers stopped and he turned me around.

  My arms went to his neck and our lips crashed feverishly into each other.

  His hands stroked the sides of my body down to my hips. When he reached my thigh, he tightened his grip, almost pinching me.

  It felt wonderful.

  He pushed me against the wall, lifting my leg and holding me in place. His lips trailed down my neck and breasts.

  He lowered to his knees, placing my legs around his neck as he licked down my stomach.

  “Collin, what are you doing?”

  “Shh,” he said as he licked over my folds before he pushed his tongue inside me.

  I almost doubled over on top of him, but he pushed me back up, one hand splaying on my stomach.

  I was on the edge between feeling tickled and pleasure, unsure of whether to giggle and moan.

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  He carried on.

  I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation as my thighs clenched around his head.

  I couldn’t help but wonder where he’d learned this.

  He was so experienced.

  He placed a kiss on that sensitive bundle of nerves, then lowered my legs, checking to see if I was steady on my feet before he stepped out of the shower.

  I gaped at being left there without warning.

  “You better get your ass out here, Ru,” he called.

  I hurriedly shut off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself as I ran after him.

  He was already under the covers.

  He opened them invitingly and I jumped in next to him, pulling them over us both.

  He grabbed me and rolled me on top of him, slipping the towel from my body. I straddled him, sliding against his hard length that he’d already sheathed in a condom as he worshipped my body with his mouth.

  He sat upright, and I crossed my legs around his back, pulling him closer. My hands tangled into his wet hair. He shifted me up an inch, then lowered me onto his shaft. I gasped as he filled me.

  “You good?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed out, shifting my hips, adjusting to this new position. We kissed as I rocked into him, his hands clamped on my hips and guiding me gently.

  We stayed like that until my thighs ached. As I slowed, he pinned me down on the bed, thrusting into me with steady strokes.

  Last night was hard and fast, but this was unhurried and sweet. My heart clenched. I was in love with him.

  After we’d both reached our peaks, we returned to the shower. This time, we managed to clean each other between kisses and laughter.

  I dried my hair and then I snuggled into bed next to Collin, my eyes drifting close before I realized it.

  I woke up, my head still groggy from sleep, when Collin ju
mped out of bed. He was frantically pulling on his pants.

  “Wake up, Ru. They’re back.”

  I frowned as I listened for the sound of the truck but I heard nothing. “Relax, it was probably—” But then lights shone through the window, barreling toward us, truck engines grumbling.

  Holy crap, his hearing is incredible.

  I jumped out of bed. Collin was already on his way out of my room.

  Thank heavens we took a second shower together.

  I pulled on my clothes, grinning like an idiot, then morphed my featured back into the miserable face I had to have on for when my family was around. They all believed my brother was dead and—

  “Huck, no!” Collin shouted.

  “You bastard!”

  Shit, shit, shit!

  Collin yelled, and there was loud sound that reverberated through the room. A gun.

  Cold fear rushed over me. I sprang forward and rushed out of my room.

  “Dad! Stop!” I yelled as I pulled on my sweater and hurried downstairs. I froze at the scene in our foyer. Collin was on his knees, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, groaning in agony. A spear protruded from his leg.

  I grabbed at my head as I screamed at my father to stop. This wasn’t right. It was just sex. My father had no right to attack Collin.

  “Stay out of this, Ru!” my father yelled.

  “He is one of them,” Uncle Fernus added.

  “One of who?” I snapped. My father was insane.

  Uncle Fernus pressed the silver side of his gun barrel against Collin’s neck. Collin’s skin sizzled and he let out a scream that threatened to burst my eardrums.

  “It’s not what you think,” Collin gasped out, staring at me with petrified eyes.

  My heart seemed to stop, the blood turning cold.

  “This is what they have been hiding from us, Ru. They are all werewolves.”

  “It’s not what you think!” Collin faced Huck. “We’re not like that.”

  “Don’t pull that bullshit on me!” My father’s voice came out in a growl.

  Collin was a werewolf. I gulped past the lump in my throat.

  Will stomped through the door to Collin with determined strides. His mouth curled into a sneer, he kicked Collin on the side of his head. He collapsed to the floor, eyes closed, unmoving.

  “Take him to the barn.” Dad snapped and Will and Fernus sprang to it.

  “What about the others?” Liz’s voice trembled. Her eyes were trained on Collin as Will and Fernus picked him up and carried him outside.