Enslaved in Shadows (22 page)

             
“Now it’s a fucking party.”

             
He looked over the hood of the car and muttered another curse.

             
“Jesminda, you better go with him, I don’t want a fifteen hundred pound wolf clawing my eyes out. Just go. I have your daughter and Bells and Solon will be with me.”
Royce looked over at the wolf. Some sort of conversation passed between the two and then Royce was starting the car.

             
Thick soft fur glided through her fingers as she attempted to grab on to the scruff of his neck. He was patient as she seated herself on top of his back. When he
stood,
he was the same height as the SUV on all fours.
Pondering the size of him would be cause for concern. She was always careful.
Planned everything meticulously. One of the things she prided herself on. She never took chances. Marcus had been a bad calculation on her part. One she’d never make again. Getting on a wolf’s back couldn’t be the right move. She felt like she was in the story about the scorpion and the fox; only she sat atop the scorpion, when he struck her down, proved her wrong. Would his only answer be it’s in my nature?
It could be worse.
Nope, this was right up there with bad.

             
She was worried about Faith and knew her daughter would be worried in turn.
Royce had already started to pull away, not giving her a chance to change her mind. Was it safe to go off with him in this form? What if there were more of those monsters out there lurking in the dark. Jes watched as Royce turned the car towards the opening of the street.
He rolled the window down as he passed by tossed a pair of sweats at her.

             
“You’ll need this for later.”

             
The wolf broke out into a dead run in the direction of the car.
He kept to the trees that outlined the side of the service road Royce took and they continued for what seemed like forever.
The night air was chilly against her skin and sitting up posed a problem as summer nights down south were filled with bugs, bugs, and more bugs. She ended up laying her front on top of his head and wrapping her arms securely around his neck.
I hope this doesn't hurt him.
The legs of his sweats were wrapped securely around her waist as he ran through the night.

* * * *

             
Draven’s wolf broke away from the route of the SUVs. The trees became denser and the night air chilled her face to almost frozen as he ran at a fast pace.
He made sure he didn’t stumble and just like riding a
horse,
he was built for speed and agility.

             
When he finally slowed and allowed her to get down, it was deeper into the woods; a small outcropping surrounded by trees and bushes. The unforgiving ground was hard on her ass when she sat down.
The temperature was dropping fast and Jes didn’t like the feel of it one bit. Indian summer my ass! She thought to herself as she gathered his sweats from around her waist and pulled her arms through the pants legs.
He’d stood there and watched her the entire time she messed with the legs and till she’d gotten it just right, then left her in the dark.
He’s coming back. Maybe he doesn’t want you to see him change.
Or maybe he really left. Why would he leave her in the dark? She couldn’t see anything so she sat down where he left her. The eerie glow from his green eyes had provided some source of light, and now he was off to only he knew where.
The sounds of the forest seemed to magnify ten times. She could hear bugs on the forest floor as they crawled over leaves, branches snapped from the weight of an animal walking. She was seriously getting freaked out. Her mind was getting the best of her. What if the noises she was hearing were those things?
What if Marcus’s men had caught up with her! She’d never see Faith again! Her breath started to work overtime and she found herself rising from the dirt. She couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.

             
“Don’t run.” A dark gravelly voice said in the darkness. Every bone in her body froze. The voice was raw, dry. All her instincts told her to do the opposite of what the voice said.
If she
ran,
she could have a chance.

             
“I can smell your fear. I won’t hurt you. Just,” Draven’s voice sounded strained, as if his vocal cords were weighed heavy in his throat.
“Just don’t run.”

             
What would happen if she ran?

* * * *

             
The strain in his voice caused her to take a measured step back.
She still couldn’t see him, could hear the thickness in his voice, syrupy and dense. Wanton emotions tugged on the string connected to her clit.
He wanted her to run, she could feel it.
It terrified her and aroused her deep down inside.

             
“Don’t.” Draven said again. Jes watched in abstracted bewitchment as he partially stepped from the shadows.
His legs muscles were more pronounced. The veins pulsed beneath the moonlight. His legs were dusted with hair, allowing his skin to breath but covered him completely.
She held her breath as he came into full view.
In this
form,
he was raw animal. Jes took her time to look him over in this form.
Part man, part beast, every muscle on his body was more pronounced, defined. The indent at his hips dipped into a low v where his impressive erection strained past his navel, further than usual.
That will never fit.
In this
form,
his cock was ramrod straight, heavily veined. His skin stretched tight over the hard appendage.
As if he knew what she was thinking, his eyes peeled the layer of clothing from her body in a heated perusal.
No words were cast between them. Their body’s spoke to one another, a lover’s heated whisper across flesh.
Galvanic sparks of sexual electricity flowed between them.

             
She swallowed a moan when he took his thick cock in hand. His gaze steady, bored into her as he stroked himself.
Long strokes from base to tip produced a bead of moisture that slowly slid from the slit and onto his finger. He spread the moisture around the tip and thrust faster into his hand. His thigh muscles flexed in reaction. Fucking werewolf! He was masculinity at its finest. His abdominal frame paved with marble stone stood in stark relief against his skin. No hair marred the canvas that was his chest, but everywhere else she
looked,
he was dusted in what she could only guess was fur.
The muscles beneath his skin jumped. His arms tensed as his body shuddered in pleasure from his gliding hand.

             
Abruptly he dropped his hand and took a huge step forward. His stride ate of the distance between them.
A long muscled arm came around her waist and then she was in his arms. Jes looked up into green gold eyes that penetrated the darkness, smoldering flames that called to something immeasurable.
He was immaculate like this. Perfect. His hair was longer and seemed to grow into thick side
burns, which
trailed his strong jaw. His lips were fuller more pronounced now that his canines were in full view.
Her body shivered from the cold and from her over stimulated senses.
Her breasts were full and wanted the heat of his mouth, to be crushed under his embrace. Her entire body ached for this man beast. Something in his raw manner calmed her. His hands were warm as he molded her forcefully to his body.
It was only them and the moon. One hand glided up to tangle in her hair, tipping her head back so she could receive his kiss. The kiss never came, his eyes held longing, regret and anger, but anger for what?

             
“I want to chase you.
Watch you run from me so I can catch you, fuck you senseless.”

             
His words made her belly ache made her pussy ready for his invasion. She was swollen and ready to come just from the words. She tried to pull away to do just what he wanted, but he grabbed her and brought them both to their knees in the dirt.

             
“Next time. When you’re truly ready for me to chase you, as is my right.”

             
Draven claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues battled for supremacy over the other and in the
end,
he won.
His canine nipped her and a small bead of blood formed on her lip and he sucked it away.

Why did that feel so good?
She was breathless, unstable in her emotions. He was taking her for a ride she didn’t think she’d ever want to be rid of.
Who was to say after the assignment was over that he would stay?
This is a distraction.
She was a distraction.

             
Her mind fogged when his other hand grabbed her ass and pushed her into his heated erection.
             

* * * *

             
Hot breath caressed her neck and warmth surrounded Jesminda in all directions.

             
“You belong to me.” He growled.

             
Jesminda grunted at his response and playfully bit him on the chest.
It got the effect she was looking for.
He quickly moved out of the way of her seeking teeth laughing as he playfully pushed her to the side and quickly brought her back to his front so she couldn’t bite him again. His laugh sinful oscillated down her spine and traveled on a
Cyprian
journey toward her clit. She swore she could feel it settle and teeter back and forth.
She stiffened when Draven bit the outside of her ear and growled.

             
“You’re playing with fire small fry.” He taunted. She could hear the smile in his voice.

             
“Who you calling small fry? I thought you had something to say? Speak up or forever-.” He cut off her words as he nibbled his way down the side of her neck. She dropped her head to the side to give him more access.

             
“For real?” She moved as his lips kissed the back of her neck. “I could have sworn we had an issue. Creatures chasing us, my
daughter,
and I needing safety? Don’t go pushing up on me just because you got an itch you need to scratch.” Her voice was firm, knew she sounded bitchy but she didn’t care. Her body contradicted her tone and he capitalized on it.

             
His early statement of her belonging to him had taken her out of her sexual haze.
These were her feelings. It was one thing for him to be a part of his daughter’s life, but he wasn’t going to ruin hers.
She was through with men no matter how good or how furry they were. She was done.

             
She struggled a bit more and that brought out a different kind of growl from him.
             
             
             

             
“Dammit woman,” Draven roared. “I’m trying here and you’re not giving me much of a choice. I can do this real calm or I can be a real bastard your choice?”

             
“Funny, I already thought you were being a bastard.”

             
He grunted and dragged her under him with a quick twist.
He got down in her face, nose to nose. The gold in his eyes crackled and popped.
His glare became solid. The gold melted into the green.
His pupils were dilated and the whites of his eyes were barely visible. Lust for a wolf was apparently a heady combination.
It didn’t matter what she did, he wasn’t letting her go until she played nice.
That was fine by her as long as the big bad wolf could take as much as he was giving out.

             
“Fine, fine, I’m not moving see?” She held completely still. She could feel his hard indentions along her skin, everything from the roped muscles of his abdomen to the steel cage of his arms.
The night was slowly drawing back to allow the sun to heat their skin. She could sit here and dwell on the one fault she found in him or focus on the here and now. She could also protest they needed to meet up with the others. Faith would be worried.

             
“Stop thinking so hard.”
Draven said against her lips.
“I can see the lines in your forehead. You’re over thinking it, let it happen.”
A dark curl fell over his brow when he raised his head to access her more thoroughly.
He slowly lowered his head and spoke against her lips.
             
             

             
“Our daughter is fine. Royce would have called. My cell is in the sweats he gave you.”
He eyed her for a few more seconds and slowly planted an intense kiss on her lips.
He was gentle at first, not too demanding. He gave her just enough to entice her to open and let him in.
The minute her lips
parted,
he devoured her.
Small intimate sips became vicious and bruising.
She could feel the blood rush to infuse her lips, plumping them to a hurting pleasure.
She tried pulling back from the kiss as Draven took over, ate at her. His tongue darted inside the cavern of her mouth tugging her tongue for the next dance. Her arms went up under his arms anchoring onto his back and pulling him down for more. They were sharing one another’s oxygen, creating mass amounts of carbon dioxide and she didn’t care. She didn’t want to come up for fresh air.