Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) (10 page)

“Wasn’t I clear enough?” Adrienne presented him with a
tremulous smile that he ached to kiss from her lips. “Then let me make it plain
to you, Jake, that I’m not sorry Lila left you, for if she didn’t, I wouldn’t
have the chance to be with you. But now that she did -- more fool
she -- I’m not about to commit the same mistake. You are someone special,
Jake, and not just because of your unique abilities, but because you are
you
 --
my boss, my empath, my werewolf, my lover.” She frowned up at him in a
considering manner. “Though I think it’s unfair that not only are you an
empath, but you’re also a werewolf, when there are poor souls like me who don’t
have a shred of talent.”

“You do have talent.” He nodded in a very solemn manner,
which belied the joy that was splintering through his very soul. “Very
formidable talent.”

If anything, she only frowned deeper. “I do?”

He nodded emphatically. “Not everyone has the talent to make
me so crazy with lust as you do, with those infernally sexy long legs in high
stiletto heels.”

A sensuous expression crossed her face. “Really?” She asked
in a breathy voice.

“Really.” He was having difficulty breathing as well. She
unbuttoned his shirt then slipped her hands inside, caressing his naked chest,
tugging on his nipples. She bent her head and licked his right nipple, rolling
her tongue around the hardened tip. He groaned and arched his chest. Shocking
tingles shot all the way to his groin. His cock stirred, hardening. “I came
close to throwing you on top of my desk and making desperate love to you every
time you came into my office.”

She straightened, her tongue sliding in sensuous play over
her lips. “Hmmm. What a lovely thought.” Her gaze roved over his face,
lingering on his mouth. “So, do you change into a werewolf sometimes?”

“Only during the full moon,” he replied thickly. “Other
times, we can control it.” His sense of fairness demanded that she get the same
treatment. His fingers flew down the buttons at the front of her blouse, soon
revealing her lush creamy cleavage. Her white lacy bra couldn’t conceal the
jutted prominence of dark brown nipples. He swallowed. Hard.

“Wow. I wish I could see it happen.”

“You really do?”

Her answer was straightforward. “Yes.”

Shock rendered him speechless and without thought. As in, his
mind went blank. He reached out ... and felt nothing from Adrienne but a
sincere wish to witness his transformation and unfeigned acceptance of his
werewolf heritage. Stunned, he could only look at her as an overwhelming joy
crashed through him. His voice unsteady, he said, “You will. At the next full
moon, which is in three weeks.” He leaned down and touched his lips to hers in
a tentative, emotion-filled kiss. Her lips were eager, willing and ready.

After a few minutes, he nuzzled his nose against hers, and
voiced the thoughts that had been puzzling him. “Most pure humans still can’t
accept my kind; I assume you have such an open mind because of your werewolf
ex-lover. It would seem that I have a lot to thank him for.”

She stole a kiss from his lips that was so sweet it took his
breath away. “I know, it’s sad, isn’t it, considering that weres have been
recognized by polite society for some time now? But I suppose, as you said,
people generally have a hard time accepting those who are different from
themselves, for a variety of reasons. In your case, they may be afraid that
you’ll harm them; after all, you’re part wolf. What if you suddenly shift and
gobble them up?” she teased.

“Ah.” He nodded sagely. His fingers remained busy, taking off
her bra and unsnapping her skirt and allowing both garments to fall to the
ground in silken whispers. The urgent beat in his burgeoning erection demanded
that he undress her as soon as possible. He hooked his fingers inside the band
of her panties, and tore the lacy material away. “Shades of Little Red Riding
Hood.”

“What?” She mocked him, even as she rubbed herself against
him. “A wolf reading fairy tales?”

“The wolf’s mom,” he said, getting into the spirit of the
game for a moment, but then he turned serious. “So is there any other reason
why you are different, why you aren’t afraid of me?”

“I believe that no matter how different people are, they are
still special.” Her eyes were dark with some expression he couldn’t define.
“They have a heart, they have feelings, and they can get hurt.”

“I have a hunch you didn’t get your profound understanding
from textbooks.”

She hesitated, and then it seemed as if she’d come to a
decision. “My brother, David, is a very special person. He’s only ten years
old, but he’s very talented with his paints. He isn’t
normal
, based on
how society dictates normalcy.” A trace of bitterness crept into her voice. “He
is very normal though, in his world, which I think is a far better and more
beautiful world than ours. He’s autistic, but that doesn’t mean he’s not
brilliant. That doesn’t mean he’s less human, or that he doesn’t have very deep
emotions.”

“I see.” He hugged her tight. He understood a lot about her
now.

She shook her head. “Enough about me. What about you? How
come you’re an empathic werewolf?” She made a tiny movement with her head. He
could easily imagine her grimacing. “Did that sound right?”

Laughter shook his entire body, a laughter that was cut short
when her tongue licked his left nipple this time. Desire came back in ripples,
then in waves. He dug his fingers through the thickness of her hair. “Mom’s
family,” he said, “has paranormal ability, while Dad has the werewolf genes.”
Her tongue pointed and played with his nipple, teasing it to hardness, and
causing his rock-hard shaft to demand satisfaction with great urgency. He
ground his hips against hers, seeking her softness.

She moaned. “Hmm ... perfect combination.”

Her mouth enveloped his nipple and sucked. His hand tightened
on her hair. Sensations of delight whispered through him, pooling at his groin.
His cock ached. God, he wished she’d hurry. She unbuckled his belt and opened
the snap of his trousers. She pushed both his trousers and briefs down, freeing
his cock, which bobbed and sought her heat. She cradled it in the juncture of
her thighs. God, she was so wet he almost came.

“Yes ... perfect indeed,” he rasped, referring to the
way they fit together, even though he knew that wasn’t what she meant.

She moaned. Her hands roamed wildly up and down his back,
finally settling on his buttocks, alternately palming and pulling him nearer.

Loved your butt ...

The thought made her actions incredibly sexy, arousing him to
no end. He rubbed his cock in a rhythmic motion between her folds, the thick
cream of her desire easing the way for him, his movements increasing in pace.

She gave a little muffled scream. Her teeth rasped on his
nipple.

A burning path seared through his blood to every nerve
ending. He was so tempted to throw her down onto the floor and push into her.
Instead, he held on to the tiny bit of control he had left, taking it slow,
wanting to draw each moment out for her maximum pleasure. Cupping her heavy
breasts, he kneaded and pressed. She arched into his palms and he pinched her
nipples.

“Yes! Harder.”

He plucked at them, pulling them until they peaked into tight
little buds. He squeezed and nipped at her nipples, feeling her need for a
little pain to heighten the pleasure.

She transferred her attentions to his other nipple, and
sucked like a newborn babe on her first bottle. She rode his cock, frenzied,
slamming her crotch against his body.

Tension built in him, winding him tighter with each passing
second. His whole body went taut, rigid with the desire to let go.

She fell apart. Her teeth bit down on his nipple. She bucked,
gyrating wildly, keening. Throwing back her head, she screamed.

His breath caught, and he ignored the pain her teeth had
wrought.

She was magnificent. Wild and uninhibited, like a wolf on the
range, running free.

She collapsed against him, panting. They fell onto the sofa,
their lips fused in a passionate kiss.

His cream-covered cock slipped into her tight warmth, and it
was his turn to moan. He pushed his hips up ... and felt Adrienne pull
away from him. His eyes snapped open.

She was standing beside the sofa, mischief glinting in her
eyes. She sent him an impish smile and sped toward the bedroom.

“Fuck! Adrienne!” He roared and went after her.

God, this was no time for games. Didn’t she know how badly he
ached, how she was killing him by offering a tantalizing glimpse of heaven and
then denying him --

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom. His jaw dropped.
Blood roared in his ears and into his groin. His cock throbbed.

Adrienne was on her knees on the bed, her white buttocks
enticingly exposed to his sight. Her head rested on the dark blue satin
bedspread, face turned back to him with a sensuous expression. Her hand moved.
“Come, lover. I want you to fuck me ... in the ass.”

Chapter Eight

Her husky voice rang in his ears. He stared at the tiny
puckering hole, and in one part of his brain he speculated as to how she could
take him in. But even as he wondered, excitement spread throughout his body.
God, she would be
so
tight!

The tension in his cock built and grew until he ached. He
went to the bed and fell to his knees in front of her mesmerizing ass, his cock
bobbing painfully. There was something about those pale globes that seemed
connected directly to the nerve endings in his groin.
Sweet sweet
butt ...

He palmed her ass and squeezed, marveling at the smoothness
of her skin. He bent his head and kissed each cheek, incredibly aroused by the
enticing musky scent of her recent orgasm. His sensitive nose twitched at the
smell of her pussy, which dripped with her cream. He swiped his tongue against
her folds, tasting her. He captured her ass cheeks, stretching her wide. His
tongue poked into the little opening, tracing the lines and bumps.

Her hips swayed. He could just imagine being surrounded by
her heat. The sexy little moans issuing from her throat inflamed him.

A cold metal grazed his arm, distracting his attention. It
was a tube of lubricant.

“Jake ... please ...” Adrienne nudged it against
him.

He picked it up and squirted some onto his trembling hand,
spreading it generously over his stiff cock. He rubbed his cock briskly a few
times, enjoying the building tension. Eagerness made him fumble, and the grease
caused him to drop the tube once. Gripping it tightly, he stuck the mouth
inside Adrienne’s anus and squirted a generous amount into her.

She yelped from the cold liquid and then sighed as he spread
the lubricant around the opening. Her eyes were languorous as she looked up at
him, urging him to hurry. Her breath caught as he dipped his forefinger into
the tight little hole, massaging the area to prepare it for his much bigger
cock. Her hips began a slow, gentle motion, thrusting in his direction.

“God, Adrienne ... you’re a tempting witch,” Jake said.
He stood and grasped her by the hips. Positioning his cock at the entrance, he
pushed himself in slowly, letting her adjust to his size.

Her anal walls alternately squeezed and relaxed. It was
killing him! God, she was so tight. Her muscles were massaging each ridge, each
bump of his cock. He longed to plunge and bury himself in her snug ass.

Her breath quickened. “Deeper.” She demanded, a guttural
sound. Her eyes were glazing over. Obviously, she’d done this before, from the
way she deliberately relaxed her muscles to take him in.

He drove forward, his hard thrust burying his cock to the
hilt. She surrounded him, gloving him with her intense heat.

She sobbed. “Yes!”

He felt like sobbing himself. She felt
very
good,
excellently
good, tight and constricted. He slapped her ass, and felt the vibrations run
through his cock. He shook. She cried out. Holding each white cheek, he rode
her hard, his balls slapping against her rump, the lubricant easing his way
into her channel. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the air. Her anal walls
clamped down on his cock, contracting around him, tighter than he had ever been
held before. The tension built fast, increasing in tempo and intensity.

He plunged his fingers into her hot pussy, alternating his
finger-thrusts with his cock. He felt the elusive touch of his fingers against
his cock, separated only by a thin membrane of cells. It increased his desire,
deepened his hunger and heightened the anticipation.

In the instant before orgasm, their minds linked together. He
felt her double pleasure at the sensation of his fingers in her pussy; he
sensed her straining for that mind-shattering release, her heart occupied with
nothing but to give and receive satisfaction. The pressure increased fourfold
in a rush. With one last hard thrust, they both erupted into sheer blinding
pleasure.

* * * * *

The next day, Adrienne woke up late again. Really, if this
kept up, the Creative Minds Board of Directors might personally boot her out of
the company! Although ... She shivered, delicious tremors going through
her body. She might not regret losing her job if Jake would continue to bring
her to such pleasurable heights every night of her life.

She shivered. What a scary thought, tying herself down to one
man. The funny thing was, she
could
see herself waking up to Jake every
morning, but with one catch: There was someone else beside them in bed.
Somehow, she didn’t think Jake was the type of man to share his woman.

She pushed the thought away, preferring to concentrate on
getting her things together for the office. Anyway, the point was moot, because
at this particular moment, she wasn’t attracted enough to any other man to
consider asking him to be the third person in her and Jake’s ongoing
relationship. Then again, who knew when and how life might change?