Hunger of the Heart (Wolves of Ravenwillow Book 1) (24 page)

He needed to woo his mate.

Jumping to his feet he moved rushed from the room to find her clothes as she’d requested. With the help of his mother and after talking to pack members that lived in several of the cabins at the lodge, he had secured her enough clothing to satisfy her until he could make the trip to town and retrieve her own. His heart had warmed when everyone he’d spoke to was more than helpful and didn’t ask too many questions.

Returning to the room not fifteen minutes later, he stepped into his room to the sound of the shower running. His lips curled into a smirk at knowing she was in
his
shower, naked and wet, completely exposed for him. Shoving the pile of clothes in his arms into some random drawer, he pulled off each piece of his clothing as he strode toward the closed door.

Turning the knob, he grinned confidently when he found it unlocked. Clearly she didn’t want him to stay away, did she? Nudging the bathroom door open with the edge of his shoulder, he stepped into the steam filled room. His bare foot stepped down on a soft pile of discarded clothing, the same clothing that Rebecca had been in moments ago. Through the heavy cloud of steam he saw Rebecca clearly through the glass shower door. Breath slammed out of his lungs at the sight of her curvy form. His hands itched to slide over the swell of her waist and the flare of her shapely hips and grasp her perfect ass.

Unable to wait a second longer, he shoved down his boxers; the last barrier on his body, before making his way towards her. Without making a sound Eric carefully slipped behind the nearly transparent shower curtain and behind unsuspecting Rebecca.

“Want some help?” He asked teasingly, causing Rebecca to jump, emitting a small squeal of surprise.

“What the hell are you doing?! Get out!” she cried, her arms quickly crossing over her chest to cover her full breasts from him. Licking his lips he smirked at her antics. “Damn you, Eric!” She yelled. Wiping furiously at her irritated eyes, Rebecca positioned her face under the spray of hot water; in effort to rinse out the shampoo that had spilled into her vulnerable eyes when he had surprised her.

“What do you want?” She bit out, still attempting to cover her soapy breasts from his eyes.

Chuckling at her reaction, he was surprised when his eyes slid down her body; he saw something that he’d never seen on her before. Across her back he spied a thin patch of white skin, lighter than her normal pale coloring. It was a scar. Four long scars stretched from the top of her right shoulder down across her spine and down to her left hip. He would guess each slashing mark was an inch in width. His teasing demeanor vanished as he thought of how she could have possibly gotten such marks and how she’d survived.

As if feeling his eyes on her scars, Rebecca glared at him over her shoulder. “I said get out!”

Ignoring her, he moved forward, his large hands cupping a shoulder and a hip to hold her still as he studied the marks closer. “What in the hell are these, Rebecca?” He asked in a hushed voice.

Already he could feel her body trembling under his palms. She was afraid. Was this the secret she’d been so adamant about keeping from him. Studying the marks, Eric struggled to think where he’d seen such marks before. It seemed so familiar but so distant in memory.

“Was this the reason why you didn’t want me to look at your breasts last night? Why you insisted on keeping your shirt on?” when his fingers began to trace one long raised white scar, he felt her flinch from his touch. What was the story behind them? Could this be the colossal secret she kept from him?

“…Yes.” She hesitantly answered. “Now get out.”

“Is this your big secret? Why didn’t you tell me and what happened?”

Still holding her arms crossed over her chest, she turned to face him, positioning herself behind the reach of the shower head. Her eyes looked so haunted, so frightful. His chest ached to see so much lingering in her eyes like that. Squeezing his lifted hand into a fist, he lowered it to give her some measure of space.

“It's not something I like to talk about.” She whispered, averting her eyes from him.

Stepping closer until the hot water rained down over his head and down his back, he cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him once more. “Talk to me. You can trust me. What happened?”

He watched as her throat worked as if she had to swallow back a large amount of fear to answer him. “I was attacked years ago and nearly died.”

Air rushed out of his lungs at her admission. His mate—his true mate had nearly died before he’d been given the opportunity to find her? The thought angered his wolf and made his chest ache. “Who was it?”

Her gaze flinched away from his momentarily before they settled on the floor of the shower. Why was this so hard for her to tell him? What was she
really
hiding?

“I-I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders while pursing her lips, eyes still downcast. “I didn’t see them—it. More than likely it was a dog or some escaped animal.”

The foul scent of a lie hit him in the face like a slap. Why would she lie to him? This
was
the secret she had confided in Damon about. But if she’d just been attacked by a simple animal, why would she hide it and her scars from him? Something wasn’t adding up here and the wolf in him was curious to discover what else his mate was hiding.

Forcing himself to let it go for the time being, he slid his hands down her slick shoulders to clasp her arms gently. Smirking down at her, he pulled her arms apart, revealing her full breasts. He frowned again as he saw another set of scars leading across one of her perfect breasts. He vowed to himself to ask her more about them later. For now, he didn’t plan to participate in an interrogation with his mate, but a seduction.

“I have waited so long to see these beauties that you’ve hidden from me. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around these and suckle them.”

Scowling at him, she gave him an exasperated look. “Is your mind always on sex? Is that why you came in here, to get a bit of a shower quickie?”

Chuckling at her, he planted one of his hands against the glass shower wall at her back. “First off; I have not experience
anything
like I did with you last night. So; yes, I do always have sex on my mind
when—”
he paused, giving her a pointed look. “—I am around you. Secondly; with me; it will be anything but some three minute quickie.”

Scoffing, she shifted against the wall, rolling her eyes. “So, what's a minute longer then?”

Raising a brow at her, he found he was liking her teasing, but it was going to get her in trouble soon. “Do I sense a challenge?” He said teasingly as his hard cock absently rubbed against her slick stomach.

“Of course not,” She waved a dismissing hand at him. “I’ll be out in a bit and then you can get in if you still need to.” She stated matter-of-factly. Shoving him back, she turned her back towards him, her hands beginning to work the shampoo into her wet locks.

Reaching around her, Eric’s warm hands reached up, cupping the slick, soft mounds of her breasts, causing Rebecca to rise up on her tip toes in surprise.

“What are you doing? I said to get out!” she gasped as his hands massaged both breasts, bringing moans from her lips a moment later.

“I don’t remember you saying that. We should bath together to conserve water. I’m feeling a little
dirty
myself.” He whispered against the back of her neck as one of his hand slid down her wet body to cup her slick sex. His fingers slipping between the dewy folds and into her hot core; moving in enticing strokes.

Heated chills raced up Rebecca’s spine, causing her vaginal center to tremble and clutching around his fingers with pleasure. “Eric…” She moaned out.

His fingers picked up their pace, continuing to bury deep into her silken depths. The heel of his hand rolling and brushing against her pulsing clit as his other hand squeezed and molded a full breast. His straining cock pulsed and stabbed at her tempting buttocks as she pressed back against him.

Her inner muscles rippled and clenched around his thrusting fingers as her body shuttered with ecstasy. Pulling his hands from their deep caressing against her flushed skin, gripping her by her shoulder, Eric swiftly turned her around to face him. Bending; lifting her legs over his powerful arms, he lifted her, pinning her body between his hard, unyielding one and the cool, slick glass wall at her back.

“Eric!” she cried out as his hard shaft nudged against her clit causing a jolt of pleasure to sweep through her.

Breathing heavy, Eric fought against the driving need to bury himself to deep inside her that she’d never get him out. Groaning against her throat, he breathed out, “It's been more than three minutes, angel. Should I stop?”

“No.” she moaned in denial. “Don’t you dare.”

“I want to hear you say it.” Again he thrust his aching cock against her warm flesh. Crying in reaction as sparks of need stabbed through her, Rebecca moaned. “Don’t stop. Please, I need you.”

Smirking, he bent to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. In one aggressive movement, he drove forward, completely burying himself inside her pulsing sheath. His hands tightening around her hips, he held her against the shower wall while his body lunged into hers with an animalistic passion. Over and over, he sunk into her.

Nothing in the world could stop him from claiming her body in moment, his beast over taking his thoughts as he squeezed her tightly. Being with Rebecca; this was more than
just sex
, she claimed his heart and now he would claim her until he possessed every part of her. He couldn’t think about the secrets between them, or the obstacles of their future. With wave after wave of ecstasy that had Rebecca’s body clamping around his thrusting body, they gave themselves over the unending pleasure that consumed them both.

“Oh God!” Rebecca cried out with pleasure, her tight channel squeezed around his cock as he drove into her like a battering ram. He continued to sink deeper and quicker into her without a hint of mercy in his movements.             

His chest echoing with a beastly rumble of need, Eric buried his face against her neck, preventing her from seeing his beast rising as his climax drew closer. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Come with me, now!” He yelled out, breathlessly.

Throwing back his head with gratification, a deep groan poured out of his throat as Rebecca’s tight muscles milked his release from his pulsating length. With a strangled cry, Rebecca buried her face against the warm skin of his neck as her body was thrown into another earth shattering climax, leaving both of them panting for precious air. Over and over his cock pulsed deep inside her, his orgasm marking her in the most primal way that a man could. Her wet flesh squeezed him, refusing to let him go even at the very end.

Coming down from the haze of her climax, they both became aware that the temperature of the water had turned to freezing. He didn’t fight the prideful smile as Rebecca cuddled close into his chest, desperately trying to soak up the heat of his body.

Moving quick, Eric pulled his now semi-hard cock from her clenching muscles and gently lowered Rebecca onto her shaking legs. Snatching up a bar of soap, Eric worked up a quick lather and begun to wash both himself and trembling Rebecca. When he was satisfied that both of them were clean, he reached around Rebecca’s huddled form; turning off the ice cold spray of water. Lifting her dripping wet form into his arms, Eric carried Rebecca into the bed room where he carefully settled her down onto the bed. He wasn’t surprised when Rebecca fought against him as he began lowering her wet body onto the warm comforter.

“Eric! Stop,”

Freezing at the sound of the frantic tone in her voice, he did. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice filled with worry.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she arched a thin eyebrow at him. “What? No. Wait! Don’t to put me on the bed!” She scolded as if the idea of being laid on the bed was the most unreasonable idea he’d ever had.

“Why?” He asked clearly confused.

“Because I’m wet and I’ll get the covers and pillows wet too.” Without another word he simple let go of her, causing her to land on the bedspread with a small bounce.

“It’ll dry.” Settling down next to her, he lounged on his side, facing her. Reaching out, his fingers arranged her wet hair across the bedspread, the dark wet strands darkening the material beneath them. His eyes focused on the sight of her breast rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Already he wanted her again. When he would have reached for her to drag her beneath him, he reminded himself that this had only been her second time. She wasn’t a shifter and didn’t heal as quickly as they did. He grimaced at that particular thought. He would have to change her to completely bond with her. Would she welcome the claiming bite or would she fight it?

“Wow…” Rebecca breathed out with an awed tone.

Jerked away from his thoughts, he shifted closer to her, curling his naked body closer to her shivering one. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, smoothing a hand through the wet strands above her forehead. “I know you’re still new at this.”

She giggled. “Not for long if I stick around you.” Turning toward him, she sighed contently into the damp comforter. “And to answer your question; no, I’m fine. Way more than fine, actually.”