Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul Page 5

  His lips were moist, the heat from his kiss spreading a fever through her. She wanted to kiss him back, needed to have more of him. Tingles shot through her hands when she brushed her palms over his skin, gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

  “Damn.” She gasped for air, hardly able to catch her breath when his mouth left hers.

  “I need you,” he breathed into her neck, nibbling at that sensitive spot next to her collarbone.

  His fingers were rough against her skin, but his touch gentle. He tugged on her shorts, loosening them with little effort.

  She should stop him. Opening her eyes for the briefest of seconds, she focused on John, leaning against the doorway. He stroked his cock through his shorts, the large thick shaft outlined clearly through the material.

  Adam’s mouth moved to her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple through the material of her T-shirt.

  “Dear God.” She cried out, realizing Margo would hear her if she weren’t careful.

  Did either of them care if John’s mate knew what the two of them were doing? This warped threesome confused her, but her mind was in no shape to ponder the matter.

  “Tell me what you want.” Adam’s demand seemed to come to her from miles away.

  She worked to calm her breathing, her pussy throbbing with such intensity while blood rushed through her faster than her human form could handle. Focusing on his words, and trying not to pay as much attention to his mouth on her breast, she tried to think of how to answer.

  The words came from her before she could give them thought. “Fuck me.”

  His chuckle against her tormented flesh sent chills through her. Her favorite pair of shorts that she slept in every night, slid down her legs. She found no resistance in her when Adam pulled her T-shirt over her head, leaving her naked in front of him and John.

  Excitement mixed with a pang of guilt deep in her gut. Moisture clung to her pussy, her nipples hard and eager to be sucked. Adam straightened, reaching for his shorts while he focused on her.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” He smiled, his green eyes sparkling in the dark kitchen.

  “She’s gorgeous.” John’s comment alerted her to how relaxed he was, as if he belonged there, being part of this even if just as a voyeur.

  When Adam stepped out of his shorts, her mouth went dry. Smooth skin stretched over his thick long shaft while his round, swollen cockhead beckoned her. He walked into her, pressing her against the counter. His cock throbbed into the soft part of her belly. The hair from his chest tortured her nipples. As he wrapped his arms around her, she molded into him, enjoying feeling him against her like this.

  Lust hung thick in the air around them. This time, his kiss was more aggressive, his tongue fucking her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying how silky it felt. She would have explored every inch of him, become more familiar with his body, but her body demanded satisfaction. Lifting her leg, wrapping it around his waist, she wanted him to know that she needed him now.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers, grinning. “Are we anxious?”

  Fire rushed through her when he teased her.

  “This is your fault. You started this.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders, wanting his body lower, his cock nearer to her inflamed cunt.

  His grin didn’t waver. “And I will finish it.” His hand moved between them, his fingers gliding down her until he cupped her pussy.

  Licking her lips, she couldn’t look away. Her mouth seemed too dry, then too wet. Feverish heat made her blood boil in her veins. She struggled to breathe while he parted her swollen pussy lips, spreading her thick cream around her clit.

  She glanced over at John. He stroked that oversized cock of his, his breathing almost as tormented as hers.

  Adam thrust deep inside her, almost knocking her off her feet. She took it as a silent reminder that her attention needed to remain on him.

  “Damn, woman. You’re tight as hell.” He didn’t sound like he was complaining. “And absolutely soaked.”

  If he expected conversation at this point, he would be sadly disappointed. She met his gaze, breathing through her mouth and trying not to pant. Never had she imagined fingers stroking the inside of her cunt could feel so damned good.

  “You need this, don’t you, my sexy little bitch.” He pulled his finger out, stroking her hard, throbbing clit, and then pressed his way deep inside her.

  “God. Yes.” She could hardly stand. He built a pressure inside her with each thrust.

  She wanted to let her head fall back, to collapse into him and ride his fingers. But she wouldn’t let herself get out of control. John watched them. And she had a feeling she was being used to return a favor. She had to keep her head on straight and take this for what it was—casual sex.

  And what if Margo finds out about this little escapade?

  Her body language must have somehow betrayed her thoughts because he pulled his finger out of her and reached for her. Strong hands ran down her back, giving her chills.

  “I can tell how badly you want me.” His words brushed over her tortured skin, giving her a rush that went straight to her toes.

  He turned her around, the cool counter doing nothing to soothe her feverish state of mind when she leaned against it. Obviously he hadn’t wished her to respond. He began nibbling on her shoulder, his large hand smoothing down her back.

  She couldn’t help herself. She arched into his touch. Sticking her rear end out, she exposed her soaked cunt to him. His cock pressed dangerously close to her throbbing hole, and she closed her eyes, willing him inside her.

  “All that matters is me.” He must have realized she was nervous about John watching.

  She nodded. More than anything she wanted him inside her. John watching seemed a bit strange to her, she wouldn’t deny that, but she would worry about that later.

  His knuckles brushed against her rear end, while his cockhead probed closer to her cunt. She shifted, doing what she could to help ease his entrance.

  She sucked in her breath when his bulging cock began pressing inside her. Further and deeper, he stretched and filled her. Pressure built more and more, the deeper he penetrated. Her cunt throbbed while her juices soaked them both, the moisture clinging to the inside of her legs.

  “Dear God. Adam.” He kept moving into her further and further, as if he grew even more while inside her.

  She gripped the counter, arching further into him, certain if he filled her any further he would split her in two, but loving the sensations that rippled through her.

  His hands gripped her hips, rough and hard. “Damn, baby. My cock loves your pussy.”

  “Yes.” She couldn’t manage speech.

  His cock teased her insides, caressing her while he pulled out, and then glided back in. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

  His comment startled her, but only for a moment. Matthew had never cared how she wanted to be fucked. Everything had been about his pleasure. Adam made her feel better at that moment than he would ever know.

  “Hard and fast. Fuck me until I tell you to stop.” She tried to see him over her shoulder. “And don’t come until I tell you.”

  She thought she saw him grin, but didn’t have time to focus when he slammed into her.

  “Oh. Shit.” She held on to the counter for dear life.

  She could feel his balls slap against her while he rode her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.

  “Is this how you want it, baby?”

  She nodded, her hair falling around her face, unable to speak while the heat soared inside her cunt. The friction building between them sent waves of heat through her. Holding on to the counter like it was her lifeline, she gritted her teeth, determined to ride out the pressure that threatened to explode at any moment. The orgasm of her life was about to happen, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it.

  His grunting behind her let her know he was enjoying this too. He held on to her hips so tightly she wondered
if she wouldn’t be bruised in the morning. It didn’t matter. He fucked her so damned well she would endure anything, and wasn’t about to make any comment that might make him stop.

  “I’m not sure how much longer I can go.”

  “Not yet.” She shook her head, tossing her hair out of her way.

  His cock thrust deep inside her, almost knocking her over, hitting a point that sent her over the edge. Almost falling over, she cried out, feeling the dam break, her orgasm rippling through her while cum seeped out of her pussy, dripping down her legs.

  He didn’t miss his cue. Hitting her deep inside one last time, his hot cum shot inside her, burning her with its intensity.

  When she would have collapsed against the counter he reached for her, those powerful arms wrapping around her.

  “Better now?”

  She nodded. “Perfect.”

  Chapter Ten

  Her skin was moist with sweat when she collapsed against him. There were a few after-trembles. Adam felt them when he lifted her into his arms.

  “I’m taking you up to bed.” She didn’t argue, but cuddled against him, like she belonged there.

  Something tightened inside him, a reality that he liked the idea of having her there. Refusing to give it any thought, he turned his attention to John. Margo cuddled up next to him, her face glowing like she’d just been the one fucked.

  “We’ll talk to you two tomorrow.” John nodded to both of them.

  Margo remained huddled into her mate, her nightgown a bit twisted on her. She focused on Trudy though. She had been with women before, but since he didn’t know how Trudy would feel about that, he’d told them all they could do tonight was watch. Both of them were so excited to have her included in the intimacy they shared with him. But something inside him wasn’t ready. Sex with Trudy and Margo sounded fantastic. That wasn’t it. He wanted to know Trudy better, learn more about her first.

  After doing a search on her, and learning about her pack giving her three mates, he knew she’d explored group sex before. Whether she had enjoyed it or not, he didn’t know. But when he read about her previous mate, killed by his pack after committing murder, instinct kicked in. Trudy ran from a nightmare. She needed protection.

  She mumbled something when he wrapped the blankets around her, savoring her smooth warm skin while he brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

  “Sleep tight, beautiful.”

  She didn’t answer. He hadn’t expected her to. He stood watching her though, until her breathing slowed, enjoying how the moonlight streamed in from the partially closed windows and made her blonde hair look like silk. He’d never met anyone like her—so delicate, yet so feisty.

  The covers draped over her, showing the curve of her breast. If she had still been awake, he might have tried to fuck her again. Hell, he knew he would have. His cock danced at the thought. But he had a feeling she’d played the cocky role earlier to impress him, make him think she could handle anything.

  Smiling, he backed out of the room, knowing he could watch her all night. Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come as easily for him. Muffled sounds behind John and Margo’s door told him they weren’t asleep yet, either. He could go in there. They would let him watch. Hell, he could probably fuck Margo too if he wanted. He and John had shared her on more than one occasion.

  But that didn’t interest him tonight. Trudy’s scent clung to him and he was in no hurry to let it go. Walking through the silent house, he let himself out the back door.

  The night air wrapped around his naked body, sending fierce chills through him instantly. He closed his eyes, allowing his heart to pump faster, feeling the blood rush through him, warming him, while the change took over.

  Dropping to all fours, he could see clearer now in the darkness. Stretching his powerful body, he took only a moment to enjoy his heightened senses before taking off in a full run.

  He didn’t have to think about where he was going—he knew. He headed home. Once a week or so, he tried to make it back to the small town on the edge of the Badlands where he’d grown up. Hickory wasn’t on most maps and few people knew it was named after the founding werewolf who settled the area. It didn’t have the malls that Fargo had, or the nightlife.

  But he’d made a vow to always call it home.

  You are an alpha male without a pack. Protector of all packs. His father’s words rang through his memories, as they had many times before since his death. An alpha must be stronger, more powerful, with a stronger instinct to protect. Not many pack leaders could hold the rank that you hold.

  Reaching Highway 2, he angled off, veering toward the north, and home. For some reason, he wondered what his father would have thought of Trudy. It would take a strong woman to walk alongside you. He knew his father had never said that, but he could imagine him saying it. Stronger than a queen bitch, she would possess the power to make them belly up to her.

  The sun bordered on the horizon, while morning dew soaked his coat. It didn’t wash Trudy’s scent from him though. Thoughts of her tight pussy, the way her muscles clung to him while he had fucked her made him wish he had stayed in Fargo. He loved how soft and silky her skin was. The way her long hair drifted down her back and fell around her face made him itch to grab a hold of it. And those soft blue eyes. His blood warmed when he thought of how they sparkled to life when she challenged him. Everything about her turned him on.

  But there was more to her than just a sexy body. Granted, she was pretty damned hot. The fact that she had left her pack, sought out a new life unescorted, and had made it this far unscathed told him something about her. She was tough, able to take care of herself, and willing to take on others. That was one hell of a good quality in a woman.

  The isolated ranch house came into view and he slowed to a stop. Sitting in the wet grass, he realized he’d been running for several hours now. Panting, he took a moment to catch his breath while taking in the beauty of his land. All of it was his.

  The sprawling brick house below, with his two-car garage and one outbuilding, nestled on the edge of the Badlands, had been everything his father had. And he proudly left it to Adam, his only cub.

  Someday you will leave it to your cub. His father had been proud of this land.

  Turning, he walked up the hill a ways, stopping at a group of bushes. Pulling on some overgrown grass with his teeth, he brushed the growth away from the simple grave marker. His father wasn’t buried there. Werewolves held strong with the tradition of cremating their dead. But this had been his father’s thinking spot, and his ashes were spread over this ground.

  You would have liked her, Dad.

  The sun slowly warmed his damp coat, reminding him the day had begun. He turned from the grave marker and trotted down the hill. He needed a hot shower.

  At his front door, naked and sweaty, he punched in the security numbers to disarm the alarm system. The series of beeps following told him it had already been disarmed.

  “Hi, boss. It’s me.” Raven Moore, the young werewolf the Bureau had assigned to him several months ago, swirled his office chair around when he strolled into his living room. “Damn. You smell. Get yourself a piece of tail last night?”

  “She’s not a piece of tail.” He ignored her sitting in his dining room, which instead of a dining room table housed computer and surveillance equipment, and headed for the bathroom.

  After being up all night, a good nap should be in order, but he would settle for a hot shower, and then there was work to do.

  He lathered soap over his chest, almost hating to wash away Trudy’s scent. Thoughts of her bent over the counter, her adorable ass so soft to the touch, had him hard as a rock. Grabbing his cock, he stroked it, imagining her beckoning him.

  “I want you to fuck me.” He could hear her soft voice in his head.

  Everything about her turned him on. Her petite features with breasts large enough to grab a hold of and nipples that were made for his mouth. That silky blonde hair of hers felt so damned good when it str
oked over his skin, tickling and arousing all at the same time. Those sultry blue eyes, challenging him and submitting to him. No female from any pack he’d worked with had ever affected him the way she did. He should be terrified.

  The water ran over him while he rubbed his shaft. Pressure built inside him, craving her, missing her already. He ran his fingers up and down his cock, feeling the blood pump through him. More than anything he wanted to fuck her again, feel that tight pussy around him. Her cries of pleasure echoed in his head. She had loved what he had done to her.

  His pulse pounded through his cock. He could feel it against his fingers. Gripping harder, he stroked his cock, the urge to come building. He licked his lips, remembering how she tasted, how sweet her shaven pussy was pressed against his mouth.

  “God. Damn. Woman, you are in my system.” And he wasn’t sure he wanted her out.

  The steam from the shower seemed to intensify around him, closing in on him. His hand was a weak substitute for what he’d discovered in Trudy. But for the moment, it was the best he could do. Spilling his seed into the shower, he leaned against the shower wall, waiting for sanity to return to his brain.

  “I’ve got a stack of articles for you. I had them faxed over here. They are from newspapers around the state.” Raven nodded to the copies on the long table pushed up against the wall, when he strolled into the room, showered with clean clothes on. “You aren’t going to like them.”

  Adam walked barefoot into the kitchen, needing just a minute before he read bad news. He was grateful that Raven had a full pot of coffee waiting for him.

  Nothing he read set well with him. Article after article claimed sightings of oversized wolves, speculations of werewolves, and actions cities were taking to try and exterminate these dangerous creatures.

  No werewolf would attack a human, under any circumstances. And he’d heard of no case of where anyone had. Nor had he heard about werewolves running in packs through towns. If that had happened, measures would be taken immediately to prevent those werewolves from doing that again. Usually pack leaders were allowed to handle rogue werewolves on their own. He only stepped in when matters accelerated beyond the pack leader’s capabilities.