Forbidden Attraction (12 page)

“What I think is that you’re searching for something.” And that would explain his strong attraction for her when all facts pointed to a bitch who needed a collar and short leash put on her quickly. Because that wasn’t the kind of bitch for him. He didn’t want to look over his shoulder and always be on the hunt trying to determine where his mate might be. He’d seen good werewolves turn gray early trying to keep track of an out of control bitch.

Damn it. What in the hell compelled him to analyze what kind of mate he wanted?

“Are you searching too?” she asked, her fingers working their way up to his shoulder. Her blue eyes sparkled brighter than he’d ever seen them before.

His cock shifted inside her and she sucked in her breath, holding it while staring into his eyes.

“I wasn’t, no,” he told her honestly and instantly hated the disappointment he smelled on her. “I won’t lie to you, Heidi.”

“I wasn’t looking for a mate,” she told him, not meeting his gaze. “When I lost my den, I promised myself that I would never love anyone enough to allow me to experience the pain I felt when I lost them.”

He sure as hell understood that feeling. “I lost most of my den too.”

She nodded. “Erin told me.”

“And up until a couple days ago, I would swear to any werewolf that having a bitch running at my side wouldn’t happen anytime soon.”

When she looked up at him, the pain in her eyes tore at his heart. “How could I run at your side, Nicolo? Neither of our packs would ever allow that.”

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His cock softened enough to slide it out of her. But she made no effort to move and he sure as hell enjoyed the warmth surrounding him. She adjusted herself slightly and instantly he got hard again. Damn if he didn’t love how that made her inhale sharply.

“If we try to create something between us, we will have to deal with more than outrage from our packs.” He’d never dwelt on how antiquated werewolves could be.

But the fact existed, and they needed to discuss it.

“Both of us already know prejudice. Just the other day, we faced it when we tried to buy a battery for my car. Humans don’t trust us. And I’ve dealt with the reaction to being a single bitch without a back up until I joined Bob Abbey’s pack.” She ran her fingers through his hair, straightening it. Her touch was soft and her gaze sad when she met his.

“We ran for years without a pack. There are many in my pack who denied their heritage in order to be accepted in other packs before coming here. I won’t have either of us denying who we are.” He saw in her eyes that she understood how hard it would be for them to see each other, but he would voice the obvious. “Our packs won’t accept our wanting to be together.”

“I don’t want lies,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over his neck and then stroking his hair until she’d combed all the tangles from it. “And you’re right anyway.

You’re Malta werewolf and I’m
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.
There’s no future for us.” Her dry laugh didn’t make her eyes.

“This won’t be the only time we fuck.” That much he could say. Screw their packs and all the damned hatred and prejudice. Heidi was worth getting to know better.

“Do you mean that?” Her emotions showed so clearly in her face and in her scents.

“Very much so. I don’t fuck a bitch just for the sake of getting my dick wet.”

“I don’t sleep around either. There has been no one since Steve.”

“I’m glad to hear that. And there won’t be anyone else now either.” His last words slipped out as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

Her grin made it hard to regret his words though. She shifted over him, raising her body the best she could with her legs stretched over his thighs. And when her lips brushed over his—a kiss that let him know she consented to his order—fresh blood drained into his cock, filling him with an urge possibly even stronger than before to fuck her until he made her come again.

This time their lovemaking proved a bit more sensual. Although both agreed a future between the two of them would be rocky at best, Nicolo believed Heidi would fight to be with him. And he’d see to it that he saw her again. He brought her to a quick and breathtaking orgasm and then pulled out when he came, guessing she might be a bit too sensitive to endure him swelling inside her twice.

“Your scent is all over me,” she said, looking down at the droplets of white cream on her belly.

Nicolo hadn’t seen a better sight in ages. “Are you opposed to another shower?”

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“No.” She laughed for the first time since they’d started making love again. Those moments when they’d fucked the second time had been serious and intense, a few too many emotions being released. Her laugh lightened the air around them. “I’m all about being clean. I don’t suppose you’d like to join me.”

Nicolo growled at the thought of soap draining down her body. “You need a break, little bitch. I can’t imagine that tight little body of yours is ready for more of me already.”

Heidi slid off him, standing naked before him with his come slowly drying on her belly. She bent her arm, making a show of flexing her small yet firm biceps. Tapping it with her finger, her grin tugged at his heart.

“I might be small, wolf man, but don’t underestimate me. I’m tough and rough and all that stuff.”

He lunged at her and she squealed, failing to dive out of his way. Her laughter filled his den with a happiness it hadn’t known before. Nicolo lifted her and threw her over his shoulder, unable to keep from laughing when she made a show of trying to fight him. Slapping her rear, the quick, sharp sound of his hand against her flesh made his cock stir to life again as she squealed.

“You brute,” she cried out in between giggles.

He put her down in the bathroom and then managed to find a dry towel for her.

“Clean yourself, bitch. And be quick about it.”

She gave him a mock salute. He still grinned when he closed the bathroom door, listening while she whistled and started the water. Returning her to her pack would be the hardest thing he’d ever done. If she were Malta werewolf, or even an American werewolf, he’d make arrangements to speak to the pack leader and announce his desire to see her officially. It sucked big time that she had to be
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.

But damn it, why the hell did their packs have so much animosity toward each other? Simply because Malta werewolves got this mountain and the
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had hoped to claim the territory for themselves. Nicolo had never been a werewolf to get overly involved with pack politics. Usually it simply caused headaches and fights.

He reentered the kitchen and glanced out the small window, staring into the pitch blackness outside. Shit. The day and evening had disappeared on them. And oddly enough, Dimitri hadn’t sought him out. Josie hadn’t called or stopped by. That never happened. It was almost as if his littermate and close friend knew he had a bitch here and left him alone intentionally.

If they knew he had a female in his den, then they would know Heidi was here. He couldn’t speak for Josie—the werewolf had never been easy to sniff out—but Dimitri didn’t approve. Not that Nicolo really cared what his younger littermate thought, but Dimitri led the pack now. He’d have final say officially on any bitch Nicolo spent time with.

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Nicolo shook his head, exhaling slowly. It might end up being a fight with his younger littermate, but Dimitri would approve of Nicolo seeing Heidi. As for her pack leader, that would be a bit trickier. But Nicolo wasn’t going to let her go.

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Every inch of her tingled and muscles ached that she swore had never been sore before. Not that she cared. The hot water had disappeared before she’d finished rinsing and that hadn’t even bothered her. A strange euphoria had washed over her, and she knew the grin plastered to her face had to make her look like an idiot.

She opened the bathroom door and went to grab her cell phone. It started ringing as soon as she turned it on. Not that she was a bit surprised. Nicolo took it from her, frowning, as if he’d contemplated answering it and didn’t like the reality that he probably shouldn’t. She wouldn’t have minded if he had, and that thought brought her pause. She really did want a relationship with this werewolf. No matter the hell it would bring on both of their packs, Nicolo moved her in a way no other werewolf ever had.

“Who is it?” Nicolo asked, handing the buzzing cell phone to her.

She glanced at the number. “It’s Steve. More than likely, Bob told him to check in on me.”

Nicolo growled. “I don’t think I like this werewolf.”

“You have nothing to worry about.” She stared into Nicolo’s dark, brooding gaze, warming at his strong smell of possessiveness.

Maybe she allowed herself to get lost in the fantasy of being Nicolo’s bitch. But he had the same thoughts. She smelled them on him. Pushing the button to answer her phone, she held on to the towel that she’d wrapped around her and turned toward the bathroom. Nicolo followed on her heels, his scent wrapping around her. Or maybe it seeped from her pores. Either way, she loved inhaling it. Tiny hairs prickled to attention on her arms and the back of her neck. Just having Nicolo close to her heightened all of her senses.

What would it be like to fuck him in her fur?

Heidi gulped, unable to get the provocative thought out of her head.

“Hello,” she said, bracing herself for the inevitable argument she was about to have.

“Where are you?” Steve asked.

“That, my dear, is none of your business.”

Nicolo gripped her shoulders, pulling her back against him. Her pussy burned from their long lovemaking sessions but still throbbed when corded, packed muscle pressed against her backside.

“Bob is pissed. He told you to contact me when you went to get office supplies and you didn’t. What the hell is going on?”

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More than anything, she wanted to tell Steve about Nicolo. Steve wouldn’t like it at first, but truth be told, he’d probably be the only member of her pack to understand and realize she really wanted to be with Nicolo. She placed her free hand over Nicolo’s, rubbing his long fingers while gathering strength from him and scrambling through her thoughts to find a decent answer to give Steve.

“You know I hate being treated like a cub,” she said, grimacing at how lame her tone sounded.

“I also know you aren’t stupid,” Steve countered immediately. “Something is going on. Bob thinks you’re involved with some Malta werewolf. Are you, Heidi?”

Lying had never appealed to her. Heidi firmly believed in telling the truth. If someone didn’t like her actions or behavior, she’d be damned if she’d belly up just to make someone happy.

“Bob’s a smart
lunewulf
,” she said quietly.

Nicolo tightened his grip on her. She prayed he approved of her admission. The last thing she wanted was a reprimand when she hung up the phone.

Steve didn’t say anything on the other end of the line and she waited out the silence. Finally, he sighed heavily.

“How long have you known him?” he asked.

She almost laughed that the first thing Steve would worry about was if she cheated on him during their relationship.

“Barely a week,” she assured him. “Steve. I’m safe, okay? He’s a good werewolf.”

“He’s a Malta werewolf.”

“I never would have believed you’d show prejudice over a werewolf you’ve never met.”

“Then introduce me.”

Heidi didn’t say anything for a minute.

“I have no problem meeting any of your pack,” Nicolo whispered in her ear. His breath sent chills down her body.

She had to be fucking nuts. Already she craved mounting him again. And her body seriously ached from fucking him twice.

“He’s there with you?” Steve almost shouted into her ear.

“Where did you think I was?” she asked. “Yes. I’m with him now.”

“Is he bringing you back to your den?”

She hadn’t thought about returning home. But she would have to. And then what?

Going to her den sounded like an empty experience. It would mean leaving Nicolo.

“Damn straight I’ll accompany you back to your den,” Nicolo growled loud enough that Steve heard.

“Call me when you enter our territory. I’m going to be at your den to meet this werewolf.” Steve hung up the phone.

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Heidi let out a sigh, wondering how that encounter would go down. But worse than that, her time with Nicolo would end soon. The emptiness filling her made her sick to her stomach.

“What are we going to do?” she asked, knowing her scent stank. She’d always despised the smell of depression.

“Do you want to see me again?”

She nodded. “You know I do.”

“Good. Trust me, then. It will happen.”

She squeezed his fingers, knowing when a werewolf demanded her trust in a matter that it meant he didn’t have a clue how it would work out.

The front door opened and at the same time, a cold draft hit them. Nicolo turned, his entire body stiffening. Heidi’s heart swelled to her throat while her nerves quickly went on alert. Instinct took over and her teeth grew before she could control her actions.

They pressed against her lips while she fought to suppress her desire to change and defend her status with Nicolo. He took her arm, guiding her back to the bathroom.

“Stay here.” Nicolo pushed her inside the still steamy room and closed the door behind him.

Lovely. There wasn’t even enough room to pace in the small confines of the bathroom. She glared at herself in the steamy mirror, quickly running her fingers over her damp hair. Another werewolf started talking to Nicolo and she recognized the smell and voice of Dimitri, Nicolo’s littermate and the Malta pack leader.

“Damn it, Nicolo. It fucking stinks in here.” Dimitri made no attempt to remain quiet. “Tell me you haven’t fucked that
lunewulf
. Please tell me you have a bitch from our pack hidden back there.”

“You know who is here.” Nicolo didn’t back down.