Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul Read online

  “Where is he now?” She didn’t want to ask, hating the fact that she couldn’t keep the question to herself. It didn’t matter where Adam was, as long as he wasn’t here.

  “John is at work. He’s a reporter for the newspaper, covers local interest pieces.” She smoothed her hand over the folded newspaper, the dark red fingernail polish matching the polish on her toes. “And Adam is off doing whatever it is he does. I’m not sure.”

  Margo shrugged, meeting her gaze. Her caramel-colored skin didn’t have a single blemish and long black lashes fluttered over her soft brown eyes.

  “I just wondered.” Warmth traveled through her, which had to be from the coffee.

  “When you mentioned the Simpsons last night I thought you might be one of the werewolves tipping off the humans.”

  She put her coffee cup on the table, staring at the woman across from her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  Margo smiled. She stood, the long T-shirt she wore hanging on her like a dress. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a plate with foil over it. “Adam told us this morning that he didn’t think you were involved with them. That’s why he wanted me to explain to you why we brought you here. Last night we weren’t sure. And with the Simpsons disappearing yesterday, well things looked a bit suspicious.”

  “The Simpsons have disappeared?” But she had just talked to them.

  “There is an organization of humans who are trying to wipe out werewolves. I can’t imagine what their line is, but they have managed to get some of us on their side. These werewolves are paid to turn their own kind over to these humans.” Margo pulled the foil off of a couple steaks on the plate. She stuck it in the microwave and pushed a few buttons. It hummed to life. “Once the humans know for sure they are tracking werewolves, they come in and kill them.”

  Trudy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Who would help humans do this?”

  When Margo turned around, the outraged look in her eyes stole some of her beauty. “Some very sick werewolves, that’s who.”

  Adam must have decided that since she wasn’t guilty of some crime she could stay or leave. Obviously he’d had his fun with her, let their pack leader get an eyeful, and that was it. Realizing she wasn’t as wise to the ways of the world as she thought she had been, she swallowed the bile of humiliation that rose in her gut.

  The microwave beeped and Margo pulled the plate out with the steak on it. “Do you want some of this meat?”

  She shook her head. “Will I be chased down if I take a walk?” Fresh air sounded real good at the moment.

  “It’s hard saying what Adam might do.” The hardness in Margo’s expression softened when she grinned. “I think he’d like it if you stayed here. He’s putting the moves on you, you know.”

  Trudy shrugged. There was no reason to make a big deal out of any of his actions. “By the looks of him, I’m sure he’s just a womanizer.”

  Margo brought the plate and a fresh cup of coffee to the table. “He’s damned good-looking. You’re right about that. But he’s been staying with us for a few months now and he’s never brought any women around. When he’s not working, he is here. I don’t think there are any women in his life.”

  So she wasn’t in a line of many. Or at least, not any that Margo knew of. Either way, there was no reason to make a big deal out of what happened the night before. Adrenaline had peaked. That was all.

  She might as well continue with the plans she’d made for herself, when she thought she would be staying with Emily and Ralph Simpson. More than anything she wished for clean clothes to put on before she left the house. If her bag was still where she left it when she arrived in town the night before, she would have clothes.

  “Please feel our home is your home.” Margo’s gentle brown eyes added to the sincerity in her tone. “And let me know if you need anything.”

  The last thing she wanted to do would be to borrow any of Margo’s clothes. As sexy as the woman was, Trudy knew none of Margo’s clothes would look good on her. Leaving the house, she walked several blocks before getting her bearings. The smells of the city made it harder to track where she had been the night before. More than anything, she didn’t want to stray into a part of the town that was predominantly human. She’d never been real comfortable around them. A being with only half a soul, unable to change into the beast that offered a true release of emotions, they made her wary. After hearing what Margo said about some of them being aware of werewolves in the area, and out to hunt them down, she hoped this part of town was predominantly werewolves.

  A bank and a convenience store were across the street. A pack leader wouldn’t live in a neighborhood overrun by humans. Hopefully there would be at least one werewolf working at the bank who could walk her through accessing some of the money from her trust fund. Hurrying across at the light, she walked through the parking lot toward the bank.

  A small Toyota truck pulled in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

  “Going anywhere in particular?” John Campbell rested a well-developed arm on the top of his rolled down window. Black eyes strolled down her, easily making her stomach flip-flop.

  He’d watched her explode last night, seen her cry out with her orgasm. A trickle of excitement over that fact caused goose bumps to travel over her skin. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, frustrated with her reaction to his gaze. He was mated and he’d been out of line. Grossly out of line.

  “I’m going to the bank. I need to see if I can access my trust fund.” The only reason she told him this was because he was pack leader. Otherwise she would have told him to go to hell.

  John whipped his truck around, pulling it into the nearest stall. “I’ll walk you in and see that Harold talks to you.”

  She would have told him he didn’t need to do that, but he was already out of the truck and escorting her to the bank. After opening the door for her, he pulled his cell phone from his belt and punched in some numbers. It only took a minute for her to realize he spoke with Margo. Leaving her in the waiting area, he disappeared around the corner.

  “Harold will help you with anything you need,” John told her when he reappeared with a stocky older man. “And Margo will be here in about thirty minutes. If you want to do any running around, she’d be glad to take you.”

  His dark eyes, black as night skin, and towering size, would make him hard to challenge. She wondered at her own intelligence when she felt like telling him she didn’t need a babysitter. Bothered by the fact that he managed to keep her quiet with a look, she turned away, nodding.

  Morning turned to afternoon and Trudy couldn’t deny that she’d had a good time.

  “Is there anywhere else you want to go?” Margo helped arrange bags in the backseat of the car.

  After making arrangements to access some of her trust fund, Margo had taken her to where she had left her bag of clothes the night before. Both of them agreed the night air and dampness made everything in the cloth bag unsuitable until washed. So they had gone shopping.

  “Well I’m starved. How about you?” Trudy shut the back door of Margo’s car then slid into the front seat.

  “Marinated chicken on the grill sounds good to me.”

  Margo didn’t say much while they walked through the aisles of the grocery store. By the time they’d unloaded all of the bags into the kitchen she began wondering when Adam would show up. Thoughts of seeing him again after last night plagued her. Even though everything about him confused her, she couldn’t deny the small amount of excitement that he might be here soon.

  “There’s something I want you to know.” Margo finished putting groceries in the cabinets and turned to face her. “I know John watched you and Adam last night.”

  Chapter Eight

  Trudy’s stomach turned into knots. Margo looked away, heading toward the living room. Even in shorts and a T-shirt the woman was elegant. She carried herself like a queen. Trudy imagined the woman held the respect of every bitch in the pack.
r />   But she had no idea what to say to her comment. If knowing her mate had been a voyeur last night bothered her, Trudy couldn’t tell. All she sensed from her was a calmness that was unsettling.

  “I told him that he could.” Margo turned in the middle of the living room, those soft brown eyes studying her, looking for a reaction. “John sensed that you were uncomfortable around him and he thought it best that I tell you.”

  “You told him that he could?” She didn’t understand. Granted she was in their home, but it seemed a bit forward that these werewolves thought that gave them leave to watch such an intimate moment.

  Margo walked over to the front window, possibly also wondering when the men would be home. She didn’t want to be having this conversation when they walked in the door, and possibly Margo felt the same way.

  “Adam has been living with us for over three months now. He’s a very sexy man, irresistible in some ways. Don’t you agree?”

  Since Margo knew she’d fooled around with him the night before, she didn’t see why she should comment. Obviously he knew how to turn on a woman. Her heart began pounding while unease settled in her gut. She watched Margo lick her lips.

  “I want you to know that I love John with everything I have.” Margo turned, pinning her with her gaze. The seriousness in her expression made her appear like she thought she would be challenged. “I would kill for that man. And I have.”

  She nodded. Often the queen bitch fought for her mate. The woman’s gaze didn’t falter, but Trudy didn’t back down and continued to stare back. She’d done nothing wrong. In no way had she approached John, and no explanation needed to be offered on her part. She would let Margo say her piece.

  “Shortly after Adam started staying with us, John asked me if I would let him watch us have sex. I agreed and it was such a turn on knowing he was in the room while John fucked me. I loved it.”

  She imagined Adam watching Margo and John. They were a very attractive couple. Margo tugged on her T-shirt, once again staring out the front window. The material stretched over her willowy body, accenting round firm breasts. Her legs were long and thin. Everything about the woman declared elegance and class. She didn’t doubt Adam would have been turned on seeing her naked and being fucked.

  Knowing that the three of them shared this intimacy spread awkwardness through her. She swallowed, doing her best to sound calm and not allow her reaction to fill the room with its scent.

  “Did Adam know that John was going to watch?” She felt like the outsider here and more than a bit used.

  Margo nodded.

  The urge to turn and march out of the house raced through her with such fierceness that she tightened her muscles, forcing herself to hold her ground.

  Trudy heard the car pull into the drive out front at the same time that Margo’s body stiffened. Turning from the window, she walked toward her, her look showing she refused to feel bad for anything she had just shared.

  “Adam is a good man. I can see that you are interested in him.” When Margo walked past her, she paused, placing her hand on Trudy’s shoulder. “You have my blessing.”

  John coming home changed the atmosphere and the conversation. He and Margo chatted about pack business while busying themselves in the kitchen. Having nothing better to do, she sat at the table listening. Even during dinner the two of them communicated like a truly bonded couple. Finishing each other’s sentences, laughing at their jokes, Trudy could see how well mated they were.

  “You’ve sat here silently through most of the meal.” Margo helped John clear plates when none of them could eat another bite. “Tell us about you. Why did you leave your pack?”

  She watched Margo make a plate and cover it with foil, more than likely supper for Adam whenever he got home. The woman probably viewed both men as hers to some extent. Jealousy trickled through her, an emotion she despised. Forcing her thoughts on the conversation, she reminded herself that she had no room to be jealous. In no way did she wish to lay claim to Adam Knight.

  “I’m a widow,” she began, deciding sharing a bit about her past wouldn’t hurt. “After my mate died I wanted to make a go of it on my own. I left with my pack leader’s blessing.”

  John nodded. “Then you shall have widow status.”

  “I appreciate that.” Widow status allowed her freedom she wouldn’t have as a single bitch. No one would question her living by herself or running by herself.

  The back door opened and Adam walked in, bringing the chilly night air in with him. Car grease and body sweat surrounded him.

  “Good God. You’re a mess.” Margo wrinkled her nose.

  “And hello to you too.” Adam tugged at one of her braids. “I promise I’ll shower before eating.”

  The familiar gesture, a closeness between the two of them, couldn’t be missed. John’s attention riveted to Adam, but he didn’t appear concerned about the way he touched his mate. Once again she felt like the outsider, watching the intimacy of a close family. But this wasn’t a family. And this man had almost fucked her last night. His attention toward Margo, before he noticed her, didn’t sit well.

  “Where have you been?” John asked.

  “I headed up to Grand Forks and visited with some of the werewolves in that pack.” Adam ran his hand through his hair, messing it up.

  “Did you figure out which werewolves were running information?”

  John’s question grabbed her attention. Margo stopped stacking dishes, turning toward the men. Trudy glanced from one of them to the other, her gaze resting on Adam. He looked her way, his expression haunted. Chills rushed through her when she imagined what he might have learned today.

  “Your source was right. She was blonde, petite and pretty.” Adam didn’t look away from her while he spoke. “Hopefully we stopped her before she relayed any more information.”

  “Where is she?” Margo asked.

  Adam didn’t answer. Instead, he walked past her, heading toward the stairs. “I need a shower.”

  His scent drifted around her, powerful, dangerous, and all werewolf. She lowered her gaze, focusing on how his T-shirt stretched over bulging chest muscles. Her pussy swelled, the throbbing growing almost painful when she realized how badly she would like to fuck him.

  He had thought her a criminal when he first met her. Apparently she matched the description of a werewolf feeding information to humans. Her gut tightened at the thought. He hadn’t answered Margo’s question about what happened to the bitch they had been looking for. Somehow, last night she’d shown them she wasn’t who they thought she was. But if she hadn’t, Adam might have killed her. Something must be wrong with her. Even the thought that he had the power to overtake her, kill her or fuck her, still made her wet with desire for him.

  It took a minute to realize the phone had been ringing for a while when she woke up later that night. Moonlight streamed through the parted curtains. She rolled over, wondering why no one answered.

  Her skin itched while her bones ached to pop and grow. Chasing rabbits and enjoying a good run might be just what she needed. Padding toward the stairs, she paused until she heard the steady breathing of sleeping coming from John and Margo’s bedroom. The stairs didn’t squeak, which was probably why she hadn’t noticed John the night before.

  “Tonight might not be the best night to run alone, little bitch.”

  Trudy jumped, not noticing Adam until he approached her from the darkness of the living room.

  “I can take care of myself.” She turned toward the back door when Adam’s fingers snaked around her arm.

  The heat of his touch sent sparks racing through her.

  “I’m sure you can.” His voice was deep and rumbly. “But I would prefer you not to be out alone.”

  Turning, she gazed into those dark green eyes, glowing with lust while he stared down at her. She hadn’t realized John was awake too until he appeared behind Adam, the cordless phone in his hand. Long black lashes hooded his black eyes, which looked more than interested.<
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  Chapter Nine

  “You are not my keeper.” Her heart raced while his green eyes darkened.

  “Maybe you need one.” He pulled her to him, the feel of his muscular chest like steel against her palm.

  “You thought me a criminal last night.” She didn’t know why she pushed the matter. Holding her as close as he did, his gaze dark, penetrating, he didn’t look like a man to be crossed.

  “I had my suspicions, yes.” His expression didn’t change. Fine chiseled features offering no indication of his thoughts, except for his eyes.

  She wanted to know his thoughts, longed for some indication of what he thought of her. All she had to go by were those dark green eyes. He never looked away from her, but probed deep into her gaze. She feared if she didn’t blink, or look away, he would know her every thought.

  Breaking eye contact, she focused on his neck and the wisp of dark hair that curled right at his collarbone. She spread her fingers over the warmth of his chest feeling his heart race against her palm. The hard beat matched the pounding of her heart. That same pulse inflamed her pussy, making it swell and ache for attention.

  John moved behind Adam, catching her attention. She watched him hang up the phone. He turned, meeting her gaze, those black eyes intense and serious.

  As if Adam wanted her attention on him, he released her arm, snaking his fingers through her hair. He gripped, pulling close to the roots with a quick tug. Having her hair pulled by him turned her on more than she would ever admit.

  He turned her head so their gazes locked. “Pay attention to me.” His command showed his possessive side.

  Her breath caught in her throat, his desire to be the focus of her attention brought her heart to a complete standstill.

  “Okay.” All she could do was whisper, but it was enough.

  She saw the sparks flame to life deep within those dark green eyes. There was no way she could say no to him; she wanted him too desperately. Now she had just told him as much.

  She swore a smile appeared, but she couldn’t focus. His lips seared hers before she had a chance. Fire rushed through her. Suddenly her heart beat way too fast. Blood rushed through her veins. The room grew warmer, she would swear to it.