sure what to do about it.”
“I know exactly what to do about it,”
he denied, his hands moving to grab her
buttocks and grind her against his aching
groin.
Her eyes widened with surprise. She
apparently expected him to have more
self-control.
He
wasn’t
sorry
to
disappoint her. He lifted his head from the
floor and claimed her mouth in a searing
kiss. She collapsed on top of him, arms
moving closer to his sides so she could
cling to his shoulders as passion
consumed them both. He continued to rub
her hip against his hardened flesh as he
massaged her rear roughly. This seemed to
excite her almost as much as it excited
him.
“Nash,” she said into his mouth.
His hand drifted from her bottom to
between her thighs and the beckoning
warmth he found there. She tore her mouth
from his.
“Don’t stop this time,” she demanded.
“Are
you
sure?”
he
asked,
disbelieving she could want him even one
tenth as much as he wanted her.
She nodded and then glanced at the
front door nervously. It was still early
afternoon. “But not here. Someone might
come in.”
To his room then. He climbed to his
knees and crawled in that direction,
dragging her along with one arm around
her narrow waist. He had pulled her
halfway down the hall when he realized
he couldn’t wait another second. She
emitted a small gasp of surprise when he
turned her over and positioned her on her
knees beneath him. He leaned on her until
his weight caused her arms to give way
and her face pressed against the floor.
“Don’t move,” he warned her. He had
a strong need to dominate her and was not
certain he would be able to stop if she
protested. He had never felt so out of
control in his life.
He moved backwards a bit, resting the
side of his face on her back while his
trembling fingers worked at the laces at
the fly of her pants. He could already
smell her, couldn’t wait to taste her. Once
he’d loosened the laces, he pushed her
pants down her thighs and moved to
sample the beckoning moisture between
her thighs at last.
Maralee gasped the instant his tongue
touched her swollen flesh. He had never
tasted anything so wonderful. And her
scent? He wanted it all over him. He
licked at her as if he were a dying man
who had just discovered the elixir of life.
When she whimpered and tried to move
forward out of his reach, he growled a
warning. She froze.
“Nash?” Her voice sounded small and
afraid. Why had she teased him into such a
state if she didn’t want to see this to
completion? She couldn’t deny him now.
He was lost in the taste of her; the smell of
her. The very essence of her existence
was drowning him and he did not want to
be saved.
She inched forward and he followed
her, finding a little nub of flesh that made
her thighs quiver when he licked it.
“Oh,” she gasped.
He grinned, licking the same spot
again.
“Nash, I can’t do this here,” she said,
and he recognized how tense she was. She
inched forward towards his bedroom and
it occurred to him that she wasn’t fleeing
him, but rather the total exposure their
location presented to his front door.
“Go,” he managed.
She went, slowly enough for him to
keep up. She didn’t want him to stop any
more than he wanted to. When they
reached the sanctuary of his room at last
she maintained her submissive stance and
allowed herself to relax and enjoy his
frenzied exploration of her flesh.
She sighed, fingers clinging to the fur
suckled the pleasure spot he’d found.
He was glad she was enjoying his
exploration, but he’d have to mount her
soon or he would explode. He released
the fly of his pants and his engorged
human member sprang forth, ready to
plunge into her. He clasped it with his
hand, wondering why it had to be so large.
In his Wolf form, his organ wasn’t half
this size. Maybe human females were built
differently than Wolf females. The babies
humans birthed were certainly larger.
Perhaps
Maralee’s
body
could
accommodate his huge organ without a
problem. He wanted to be inside of her,
buried deep within her silken warmth. He
was aching with need, but didn’t want to
hurt her. He could never let himself hurt
her.
I’ll just check, he thought. Maybe, I’m
worried about nothing. He continued to
lick the bit of flesh that seemed to give her
the most pleasure. She was gasping by this
point, straining against him, begging to be
mounted. He lifted his hand and very
slowly slid a finger inside of her. She
cried out as an intense orgasm claimed
her. Her sheath tightened around his
exploratory finger as spasms wracked
through her body. He found she was even
smaller inside than he imagined. His
stomach clenched with dread and his groin
tensed with protest. He would never be
able to claim her body.
Impossible.
“Damn it,” he growled. He moved
away from her and collapsed on the pallet
against the wall.
When the shuddering aftershocks of
her sexual release calmed, she noticed
him and crawled closer. She wrapped an
arm around his waist and kissed his neck.
“I don’t know what you just did to
me,” she said, “but it was unbelievably
delightful. I feel so… relieved? But more
than that.”
“Don’t touch me right now,” he said
testily and tried to push her away.
“What’s wrong?”
She lifted her head to peer down at
him in the dim light admitted by the
partially opened door.
“It’s nothing,” he lied.
She caught sight of his predicament out
of the corner of her eye. Her attention was
riveted to his groin and the engorged
evidence of her effect on him.
“It’s much larger than I remember,”
she commented, fascinated. “And hard.”
“Tell me about it,” he groaned,
grasping the offensive thing with his hand
to find some much needed relief. He
rubbed its length cautiously like the last
time
Maralee had gotten him to this state
of excitement. He’d eventually urged it
back to its soft, unexcited state, but wasn’t
sure that was possible with her so close.
Her scent filling her nostrils. Her taste on
his lips. Her heat burning his skin with
awareness.
She glanced at him briefly before
smiling with a wickedness he had not
known she possessed. “Should I do to you
what you did to me?”
She repositioned herself, and he
watched her, unable to believe what she
was doing until her tentative tongue
stroked the sensitive tip of him. He tensed
and his eyes opened wide. Wow! His
blissful sigh encouraged her to become
bolder in her actions. She kissed, suckled,
and licked the exceptionally sensitive
head while he rapidly stroked the shaft
with one hand. Ragged breaths burst from
his chest. His muscles tensed. Heart
pounded out of control. The pleasure
intensified. Need built in his groin,
pushing him closer and closer to… What?
He wasn’t sure, but it was close.
Close.
Ah God, so close.
When the pleasure burst, deep spasms
of release pulsed through the base of his
cock and he gasped in surprise. Maralee
watched his frenzied release of fluids with
wide eyes.
Once he’d completely spent himself,
him, kissing her with grateful reverence.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
He smiled and hugged her. “You have
no idea,” he breathed. It had been his first
ever orgasm while in his human form. Its
wondrous pleasure still caused tremors to
race through his body. Blissful tingling
sensations raced along every nerve
ending.
“Next time, we should do it together.”
There were two very encouraging
things about her statement. Next time, and
together. A drowsy, satisfied feeling
overcame him. He found his eyelids
drooping as her warm, still mostly-clothed
body relaxed against his side.
“Next time,” he agreed and drifted to
sleep.
CHAPTER 14
Time was running out for Nash. Why
had he made that agreement with his
mother and the other members of his pack?
He wouldn’t be able to change Maralee’s
opinions in time to save her. He was no
closer to figuring out how to break the
curse, and she’d been staying with him for
a week now. Maralee was still leery of
Wolves. She continued to ask for the
return of her sword. “It needs polishing
and sharpening,” she told him when he
asked her why she needed it. She still
wanted
all
Wolves
dead,
himself
included. His duty was to save his pack,
but now, he wanted to save Maralee, too.
She would be killed if things didn’t
change within the next three weeks. The
answer was in the books he attempted to
decipher; it had to be.
He rested his forehead on the heel of
his hand and turned the page, his
concentration intense. He tried to see
between the words, and recognize the
secrets that must be written in code
somewhere within the text.
“Several
changes
came
about
following the inception of the curse,”
Maralee’s voice startled him as she read
the text aloud from behind him. She was
peering over his shoulder. He had thought
she would sleep for a while longer. He’d
attempted to exhaust her by causing those
fascinating pleasure tremors to course
through her body multiple times, but
apparently, his plot to satisfy her to a state
of unconsciousness had been ineffectual.
Damn it all! She’d slept less than an hour
this time.
Nash slammed the book closed and
shoved it across the desk. It hit several
unlit candles and scattered them in various
directions. He couldn’t concentrate with
her near. She purposely distracted him
with her wide, innocent eyes and
intoxicating scent—a smell he now
associated with sexual gratification. Her
scent clung to his skin, his furniture, the
very air he breathed. She engulfed him. He
was drowning in her. Even now, when he
was so frustrated with his lack of progress
he could scream, he wanted to lose
himself in her eyes, her scent, her body.
Maralee’s eyes moved from the
roughly handled book to Nash’s face.
“Damn it, Maralee. I told you to stay
out of my business!”
“I was just trying to determine what is
so interesting about those books. Surely,
you have them all memorized by now. I
don’t understand why you continue to read
them over and over again.”
“It doesn’t concern you.”
“It does concern me. If it’s part of your
life, then it’s important to me.”
He knew she didn’t really know
anything about his life. She couldn’t know
what she was saying. “Why?”
She
hesitated,
considering
his
question, but did not voice an answer.
“Do you think I owe you something?”
he pressed. “I have a responsibility to my
people. You are interfering.”
“Maybe
I
should
go
back
to
Sarbough.”
“That might be for the best.”
Maralee diverted her eyes, but not
before Nash saw the wetness on her
lashes. Damn it, now he’d hurt her. Tears
did not come easily to her. Besides, he
didn’t really want her to go. He just
wanted the solution to their problems to
magically appear.
“I’ll just get my things.” She turned,
dabbing at her eyes.
“Wait,” he said. He rose from his
chair, took her arm, and then turned her to
face him. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“You just said it would be for the
best,” she reminded him, eyes narrowing.
Anger rapidly replaced her hurt. He could
deal with her anger far easier than her
pain. Her anger didn’t make his heart
ache.
“It would be for the best.”
She scowled and her nostrils flared.
He had no idea what inspired him to
continue. “If you left I wouldn’t find
myself so distracted. I could do my work.
I might actually succeed after failing for
so long.”
“I get it!” she shouted. “Let go of my
arm and I’ll be on my way.”
“No.”
Sh
e lifted her free hand to slap him.
He could have stopped her. His speed and
grace surpassed her physical capabilities,
but he didn’t move. When her open palm
connected with his cheek, he didn’t even
flinch. He needed her spite. He wanted to
strike himself. It was better she gave him
what he deserved. She covered her mouth
with her retaliating palm, and stared up at
him in disbelief.
“Feel better?” he asked her.
“As a matter of fact, no, I do not!”
“I’m not letting you leave.”
“You’re the one who said it would be
for the best.”
“It would. My sensibility tells me to
throw you out in the cold. Every other
thing inside of me tells me to never let you
go.”
Her eyes widened.
He meant every word. By now, he
couldn’t imagine her out of his life. How
could he have possibly become so
attached to another person in only a week?
She waited for him to continue,
glorious breasts heaving as her breaths
came quick and heavy.
“Sensibility loses,” he said.
He wasn’t sure which of them moved
first. Their mouth’s collided, their hunger
for each other suddenly the only thing of
importance. She buried her hands in his
hair and held him close to her; the soft,
mounds of her breasts pressed against his
hard chest.
She turned her head to break their kiss.
“Nash, I’m so sorry I slapped you.”
She gasped when he lifted her off the
floor to crush her against his aching groin.
His need to bury himself inside her
intensified each time they came together.
He had yet to claim her virginity, and if he
had not been so afraid of hurting her, he
would have given into his maddening need
to possess her many times before.
“You’ll just have to make it up to me,”
he murmured into her ear.
She leaned back to look up at him, a
devious grin on her face—the grin that
never failed to make his groin tighten in
anticipation. Her hand moved from the
hair at his nape to the waistband of his
pants. “I think I can handle that.”
A sharp knock on the front door made
Nash groan. He glanced over his shoulder
out the window. His mother’s anxious
face on the other side immediately
extinguished the fire of lust raging through
his body. He set Maralee on her feet,
before rushing to the door and opening it.
“What’s wrong?” was his greeting.
“Lark has just returned from the hunt,”
she said, her voice hollow with anxiety.