Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul Read online

  “Our house guest is from Canada.” John focused on Adam while he spoke. “She mentioned a couple of other pack leaders to me, who would vouch for her. She’s a widow. A little research and I found out her previous mate ran into some trouble and died for it. It appears she is trying to make a new life for herself.”

  “That would explain her running alone.” He never really cared for that particular pack tradition.

  Trudy might have lost a mate, but she was young and sexy. He couldn’t imagine she met with ready approval when she’d taken off by herself. Either that or she left a pack that didn’t care about her. The only other option he didn’t want to consider. And that was that she ran alone because she was up to no good.

  Something brought him to life later that night. Sleeping on the couch wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement in the world. It didn’t surprise him that the slightest noise would cause him to stir.

  Sitting and moving the cover Margo had given to him, he stared around the dark quiet living room. He heard it again. A thud, muffled but distinct, from somewhere in the back of the house. Slow heavy breathing told him John and Margo were asleep.

  Nothing seemed out of place. A bumping sound, quiet enough not to be overly noticeable but consistent, grabbed his attention. It had to be coming from outside.

  His job required him to carry a gun, but one glance at the shoulder holster and he decided against it. This was a werewolf matter. Any human daring to become involved would pay the same price he would give to one of his own kind.

  No one stirred while he walked to the kitchen. A rush of cold air wrapped around his bare chest and legs when he opened the back door. The thudding sound came again, this time louder.

  Stepping outside into the chilly night air, blood rushed through him, the change consuming him enough so that he could see in the darkness. Immediately he saw the source of the noise.

  Hanging from an open second floor window, Trudy looked below her, appearing ready to jump. She caught sight of him the second she let go of the ledge.

  There was no time to think. He moved under her, breaking her fall. Long strands of blonde hair blinded him, her body crushing against his. Her soft rear end pressed against his arm while her long thin legs kicked in the air in front of him.

  “Hold still.” He barely uttered the words, unable to catch his breath. Moving quickly to catch the fool woman had him rushing to regain his balance. But the intensity of her scent, rich and full, surrounding him like a bouquet of fresh exotic flowers, made thinking straight a challenge.

  Apparently being in his arms didn’t faze her a bit.

  “No!” She thrashed at him, her body twisting while hair flew in his face.

  She wasn’t a very big woman, but she had a fire about her. He exerted some effort restraining her before she began punching him. She almost managed to slap his face before he grabbed her wrist. Every inch of her pressed against him while she slid down the front of him.

  “Let me go.” She didn’t raise her voice, obviously not wishing to draw any more attention to herself than she already had.

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Grabbing her other wrist, he pinned them behind her back. She struggled moments longer before stilling, her breathing coming in pants. She wouldn’t look up at him, but he brushed her hair from her face with his free hand.

  “You mind telling me what you were trying to do?”

  She didn’t answer which wasn’t surprising. The tank top she’d worn since earlier now twisted over her breasts. Full round breasts slightly on the large side. Just the way he liked them. Fabric stretched sideways allowing more cleavage to show. Her nipples were hardened nubs, stabbing through the material. His mouth watered at the sight.

  “You’re hurting my wrists.” She twisted her arms but he doubted she was in pain.

  Adjusting his grip, he enjoyed the determination that forced her mouth into an adorable pout. Long lashes fluttered over deep orbs of sultry blue.

  “The only thing hurting you is your pride.” He couldn’t hide the fact that he was enjoying himself.

  She glared at him. “How dare you decide how I feel.”

  He didn’t expect her to kick him. The sharp pain in his shin startled him. She pulled away, falling to her knees, and even managed to crawl several feet away before he caught her.

  Her long legs were muscular, yet thin. And she was strong. Kicking, she fought him until he held her ankle, flipping her to her back.

  “I know you don’t like being a captive.” He dropped to his knees, wanting to be closer to her, itching to lie on top of her.

  Once again her twisted shirt distracted him, the material pulling against the firm mounds dangerously close to revealing one of her nipples.

  “You don’t know anything about me.” She struggled furiously, almost throwing him back with the fury she applied while she kicked at him.

  The only thing he could do to stop her was to cover her, using his body to pin her to the ground. The outrage in her glare should have hindered him. But she was so damned sexy, so tempting with her clothes nearly twisted off of her. Long silky strands of blonde hair fanned around her. He ached to run his fingers through them, pinning her head so she could only look at him instead of thrash about.

  “Maybe I want to know more about you.” There was no maybe to it.

  Watching those full pouty lips pucker while she glared up at him, he ached to lean forward and kiss her. Just a few inches. Their faces were so close to each other.

  But instead of insulting him, or accusing him of mistreating her, she surprised him. Her expression softened, something akin to a wounded animal drifting over her expression. When she blinked, the fury left her gaze. Those sultry blue eyes looked up at him almost helpless.

  “I crawled out of the window because I have to go to the bathroom.”

  Chapter Six

  There was no way she would let him see her cry. One moment he had the look of a lusty animal, ready to devour her. And the next compassion riddled his expression, those dangerous green eyes softening noticeably.

  “You crawled out of the window because you needed to use the bathroom?” He didn’t believe her, she could tell.

  “The door was locked. I guess I could have kicked it open.” She would never do that. But she sure enjoyed the surprised look he gave her. “Would you get off of me, please?”

  He stood with an agility that impressed her for his size, pulling her right up along with him. Muscles and his masculine scent seemed to surround her. More than anything, she wanted to run her hands over his incredible body that she would swear was touching her everywhere.

  Disappointment rushed through her when he didn’t hold her but guided her by the wrist into the house. He didn’t stop until they stood before the bathroom door. She shut the door behind her, grateful for a few minutes to regroup without him handling her and distracting her with his presence.

  Her attempt at escape had proven futile. Not that she would let him know she was trying to get away. He would restrain her even further if he knew she couldn’t be trusted.

  She splashed water over her face, taking her time before opening the door. He stood on the other side. She could smell him. And his scent was driving her mad with lust. No amount of scrubbing would get rid of the desire she knew lingered in the air around her, not even a shower.

  “Feel better?” He stood just outside the bathroom door, leaning against the wall in the hallway.

  Muscles in his arms bulged, even relaxed and crossed over his chest. And what a chest. Dark, coarse curls spread over his biceps. She swallowed. Knowing he detected her interest bothered her. He stood so relaxed, the boxer shorts he wore leaving little to the imagination. And for the life of her, she still didn’t detect any interest in the air around him. That made her mad. She wasn’t that ugly. Maybe he went for the younger werewolves. But hell, she wasn’t that old either. Thirty was still young.

  And why do you care so much what he thinks of you? He is
holding you prisoner!

  “I feel much better. Thank you.” She would march right past him and return to her cell. Okay. So the bedroom was nice and clean, and better than sleeping in the woods again, but she was here against her will.

  Adam pushed away from the wall, blocking her path. She didn’t look up, couldn’t look up. Simply staring at that perfect chest, while his all male scent lured her, took her breath away. She balled her hands into fists, feeling the dampness on her palms. Why did he have to make her so damned nervous?

  “Where did you plan on going?”

  “Huh?” She thought he wanted her to go back upstairs.

  “When you climbed out the window.”

  She looked up into those deep green eyes and her knees went weak. Hints of gold streaked around his irises. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost as if he hid a smile.

  “I told you,” she began, wondering how he knew she really had tried to escape.

  He raised his hand, stroking her cheek. Her heart raced while her body temperature soared to dangerous levels. His fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing just enough so she couldn’t speak. One finger pressed against her jaw, lifting her head. Pushing her against the wall, the cold hard surface doing nothing to soothe the fire burning inside her, he moved closer.

  “And that will be the only time you lie to me.” His face was inches from hers. The heat from his body adding to the fire burning within her.

  Everything around her was Adam Knight. His strength held her against the wall while his gaze pinned her, seizing her heart, capturing her breath. The world around them disappeared while the pounding of her heart began to match the throbbing deep inside her pussy.

  The corner of his mouth twitched again, satisfaction brimming in his gaze while his hand lifted her jaw, raising her face closer to his. He knew how his actions affected her, the confidence in his eyes confirming that.

  His lips brushed against hers before she could catch her breath. The right thing to do would be to put him in his place. Regardless of his strength, his incredible good looks, he shouldn’t be able to turn her into a liquid state of lust with a simple touch. At this rate she would be begging him to fuck her within minutes.

  “You can’t just…” She tried to tell him that he had no right to kiss her like this.

  His lips pressed against hers, stealing her words. The softness of his mouth contrasting against the power of his grasp made it hard to think straight. No man had ever turned her on so quickly, made her crave him so much. She tried to turn her head, needing to moisten her lips, regain control of the moment. But his fingers tightened around her jaw, keeping her mouth where he wanted it.

  His tongue met hers, rushes of fire swarming from his kiss, melting her insides. She gasped, unable to help herself. This shouldn’t be happening. Her mouth opened to his and he growled his satisfaction.

  Oh God. Moisture brimmed inside her pussy, the swelling growing painful. She ached to press against his body, feel the hardness of him against her.

  His mouth tore from hers, leaving her gasping for breath. Turning her head with his fingers pressed against her jaw, her neck exposed to him, he left a hot moist trail across her cheek with his tongue. He scraped his teeth over her sensitive flesh and she cried out.

  Gasping, she fought for breath. “Stop. You can’t do this.”

  She reached for his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her face, but he grabbed her with his other hand. Ignoring her plight, his hand slid down her arm, until he brushed against her breast. Explosions of liquid heat flooded through her when he squeezed her, then ran his fingers over her nipple.

  “Damnit,” she hissed. An orgasm ripped through her, taking her strength with it. She collapsed against him while fisting her hand against his chest, wanting to pound him for making her so weak.

  His fingers pressed against her tummy, pulling her shirt up, exposing her breast.

  “Perfect.” His breath was hot against her flesh.

  Latching on to her nipple, he sucked her into his mouth, his teeth grazing over her, currents of electricity ripping through her. Blood boiled through her veins. Her bones popped and ached to grow into something stronger, fiercer, more aggressive. He controlled her feelings, physically and emotionally, and she didn’t like that. She wanted to be in control.

  Grabbing his shoulders, she squeezed the hard muscle, barely able to stretch her fingers over them. Adrenaline rushed through her, bringing the change to life without her bidding. Strength to stop him, push him away from her, ebbed at her fingertips. Women of breeding never changed into werewolves inside a home, especially someone else’s home.

  Adam growled—a growl too low for any human to make. The vibration seared through her skin, branding her with his heat. He warned her though, letting her know he sensed her change, her craving, her desire for something more than her human shape could offer. Her scent had aroused the beast within him.

  This could get really dangerous.

  “You’ve got to stop. Please.” She hated how she sounded helpless, at his mercy. The sound of her own voice made her cringe.

  He straightened, lifting his head, towering over her. He didn’t lower her shirt however, his large hands continuing to caress her tortured flesh. Gold streaks heightened the intensity of his green eyes, which devoured her. Tousled brown hair fell in strands around his face, making him look even sexier. If that were possible.

  “You don’t want me to do this anymore?” He kneaded her breasts, tugging and squeezing. The warmth from his touch spreading through her, igniting a fire deep inside her.

  She opened her mouth to speak, her lips moving but no sound coming out. Staring into those passion-filled green eyes would make her forget her name.

  “You want this.” He rolled her nipples in between his fingers and thumbs. “More than anything, you want this.”

  She should tell him to go to hell. Give him a good kick in the “you know what”. Enlighten him on how he was not in charge of her. Yes. She should do all of those things.

  But when he knelt before her, nipping at her belly while his fingers grabbed the top of her shorts, fire rushed through her with so much intensity she worried she would pass out.

  The hardness of the wall did nothing to brace her when he tugged on her shorts, the material sagging to her ankles with little effort.

  “Damn, woman.” His breath burned right through her.

  Pride rushed through her that he liked the sight of her shaven pussy. His lips captured her heat, while his tongue darted over her sensitive folds, finding her throbbing clit.

  “Holy shit.” She bit her lip, closing her eyes while his tongue stroked her cunt.

  Adam kissed and licked, exploring her pussy with his mouth. It didn’t matter anymore that he had taken the upper hand with her. She would teach him later how to behave. Right now all she wanted was for him never to stop.

  He dipped inside her, the roughness of his tongue stroking her just inside her pussy. White sparks danced before her eyes. She itched to grab his hair, thrust herself against his face, force him to devour her until she exploded.

  But if she moved she feared she would fall over. Already her legs seemed wobbly. He grabbed her inner thigh with one hand, spreading her legs apart further. She almost fell forward, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize herself. His groan sent shivers through her.

  Her world capsized. Rushes of liquid heat, fiery hot, broke through the pressure built in her womb. She came with more intensity than she ever remembered doing before.

  Apparently she bit her lip because she tasted blood. Opening her eyes, everything blurred around her. Adam Knight had just given her the best orgasm of her life. He kissed her pussy with enough tenderness that it was almost too much to bear. Never had her strength been depleted from her so thoroughly. And that scared her to death.

  “Let’s put you to bed.” He stood, filling her space, seeming to sense her state of being without her having to speak.

  She almost leaned into
him. But glancing past him, she caught a glimpse of John Campbell before he turned and moved silently back up the stairs.

  Chapter Seven

  Trudy toweled dry then grabbed the clothes she had worn the night before. Just pulling the shorts up over her legs brought back memories of what she’d done with Adam. A wave of humiliation washed over her.

  “I don’t know who you think you are, Adam Knight.” She didn’t know whether to be angrier with him or herself.

  Steam washed around her when she opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the cool hallway. It had surprised her to find her bedroom door unlocked this morning. But then to find that the house appeared to be empty confused her further.

  He slept on the couch last night. He could still be there.

  The smell of coffee recently brewed encouraged her down the stairs. But she didn’t smell any food cooking. Maybe they all had jobs.

  “Good morning.” Margo lowered the newspaper she’d been reading. She sat at the kitchen table, her long bare legs stretched out in front of her. Dark red nail polish made even her feet look good. “Help yourself to coffee.”

  Even with a hair wrap, and no makeup, Margo had an erotic sense about her. Trudy combed her fingers through her wet hair and pulled a coffee cup from a hook under the counter.

  “Thanks.” She wanted to know where the men were. And if Margo knew her mate was a peeping tom.

  Cold sweat dampened her palms at the thought of John watching Adam get her off the night before. Her own state of mind had been so tormented she guessed that was why she hadn’t detected him on the stairs. And she wouldn’t even ponder how long he had been there.

  Sitting across from Margo, she blew on her coffee. “Am I no longer a prisoner?”

  “Adam told me to tell you why we brought you here—what we believed.” Margo folded the paper in front of her. “And what is going on with our pack.”

  A wave of sadness appeared in Margo’s expression. Maybe last night had an impact on Adam deciding to enlighten her. The coffee tasted good, bringing her to life while she waited for the woman across from her to continue.