My Secret Werewolf Lover (My Secret Lover) (3 page)

When I sank all the way down to rest on his hips, I let out a long, low moan and sat there for a minute, my head tossed back and eyes closed so I could focus wholly on the sensation of having him fill me. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and my cunt walls contracted around him in response. Elijah’s breathing was ragged, and his good hand gripped my hip tightly, as though he were struggling to maintain his composure.

Ten seconds later, neither of us had any.

Words lack the ability to fully explain what happened when I began rocking my hips, and to say it was my best sex ever doesn’t begin to cover it. With that first coupling, we were very much together, yet each alone and separate as we writhed and rocked and slammed against one another in pursuit of sensations I, for one, had never come close to feeling. As his body penetrated mine, I absorbed some of his potent, aggressive energy, and the more of him I took in, the harder I ground my hips, trying to shove more of Elijah inside my being.

We moved as separate entities for a while, each using the other selfishly and animally for our own pleasure. When I rubbed my clit against his pelvis, however, he met my gaze and fell into my rhythm. He reached up and took hold of my bouncing tits, squeezing my nipples and swearing with each violent slam of my hips. Some of his profanity came out in a language I’d never heard, yet I felt the intent of it, heard the feral need in his tone. My fingernails dug into his upper shoulders as I fucked that long cock, driving it relentlessly against my pussy walls until I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I sat up and covered the hand he was using to grope my breast, tossed my head back and screamed out his name. Orgasm not only shattered my reality, it reshaped it completely. I kept rocking my body against him, jamming this new world order inside me while climax shook every molecule.

“Elijah,” I cried as my body quivered with ecstasy. “Elijah.”

I was barely coming down off my sexual high when he grabbed my ass, shoved me harder against him, and let out a roar of what I can only call agonized, desperate relief. His climax slammed into both of us, the power of it pushing me up again to ride over the crest of a new wave of ecstasy. His cum let him glide so easily inside me as we finished, and while his posture and expression afterward made his satisfaction clear, his cock stayed firm even after I pulled away and collapsed beside him.

I could barely catch my breath, and sweat cooled on my body quickly with the chill in the night air. Snuggling against his uninjured side, I draped an arm over his waist and pressed a kiss to his damp chest. As soon as I’d done it, he stiffened, and I felt an odd, awkward twinge. Though we’d shared something erotically powerful, my gesture seemed way out of sync. It was affectionate, whereas what we’d just done together had been anything but. He’d never even kissed me.

I kicked myself mentally for acting like such a sappy, romantic fool. Embarrassed as hell, I tried to wriggle away from him gracefully, but he pulled me tighter against him.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he pulled my unzipped sleeping bag over us.

My arms could barely heft the weight of the blanket when I tried to tug it higher beneath my chin. My limbs had suddenly grown so heavy. Between the hard labor of setting up camp, the fresh air, my dramatic rescue efforts, and the wild drilling I’d just been at the helm of, my body was shutting down from sheer exhaustion.

I wanted to ask Elijah whether my sex was truly helping him heal, but I couldn’t seem to speak. My eyes drifted shut, and the world closed in around my tent until my mind was full of nothing but memories of the feral, madly arousing noises he had made while I had ridden him. Then I was fast asleep.

***

Elijah woke me a few brief hours later. He was on all fours above me, supporting his weight on his arms while his hair brushed my collarbones and his tongue worked wicked magic on my nipples. I arched against his mouth as my clit began pounding for him all over again.

“You must be feeling better,” I whispered, following that up with a prompt moan at the shockwaves his teeth caused by grazing one of my nipples.

The strain in his voice was palpable when I got a one-word reply. “Yes.”

When he raised his head to stare down at me, the golden fire in that intense gaze locked to mine and threatened never to let go. My breath froze right in my throat as he stripped the rest of the sleeping bag away from me and pushed himself between my thighs. He positioned himself roughly, and there was no point in protesting I needed the usual warm-up to get wet enough for the large cock throbbing beneath his belly. My cunt was dripping and ready. It seemed my body had known what the man was up to long before my brain had gotten the memo.

His thrust to get inside me was impatient, forceful, and accompanied by a grunt that immediately raised the hair on my arms. Elijah was so purely, uncompromisingly male that I almost couldn’t stand it. He touched a primal, recessive instinct in me, one where a woman seeks a strong man to drag her off to his cave. A hunter who would provide for her and take what he wanted in exchange, regardless of what she had to say about it.

The prospect sent a thrill down my spine.

His arms were straight as he penetrated me deep, a position that would have afforded me an inspiring view of his chest if the tent hadn’t been steeped in total darkness. The batteries in my lanterns were brand new, so Elijah must have been out of bed at some point to turn them off. His eyes were like beacons in the still of the night, their glow faintly highlighting his sleek, tense jaw and the tousled hair hanging down as he fucked me. I reached up to feel that hard chest, skimming my fingers over his small, pebbled nipples even as my own poked up hard and proud from his heated attentions. He growled in his throat when I pinched his nipples, an almost-human sound that danced through my clit while his pelvis rubbed it with each delicious stroke.

“Harder,” I whispered into the dark, pulling my legs back to give him even deeper access.

That seemed to unhinge him. He lowered himself onto me, nuzzling my neck as he rammed his cock in and out. I thought he meant to kiss me, but instead I heard him inhaling my scent and breathing raggedly against my ear. His scent assaulted me as well, wild and free with an air of woods and sweat and masculine pheromones that spurred me into bucking my hips against his every stroke.

“Shawna,” he purred into my ear, and that voice triggered another powerful climax. I cried out and clutched the back of his shoulders while I shuddered and came. Jesus, this man could make me orgasm like the fast and the furious!

My cunt clenching hard around his rod shot him off, and with a fierce rumble in his chest, he stiffened up and called out his release.

Our chests slid over one another as we heaved in desperate breaths, waiting as his cock finished jerking and spurting before he pulled out and dropped beside me. Without so much as a word, he yanked the blanket over my sweaty body and then rolled over, leaving me feeling a little abandoned and even more confused. Nevertheless, fatigue soon won out over my wild conjecture, and I flopped over on my stomach and let sleep take me.

I didn’t open my eyes again until the nylon tent fabric brightened with morning light, announcing the arrival of dawn. Panic set in immediately when a glance around showed that I was alone. There was no way to convince myself that Elijah’s existence had been no more than a crazy dream. The musk of sex clung to my nostrils, and my cunt was sticky with fluids and definitely feeling the aftermath of half-crazed intercourse. He had been real, all right. He’d just left me.

A thick cloud of disappointment descended. What had I expected, really? When it came right down to it, I’d rescued an animal, apparently cured it by rather unconventional means, and as soon as it was well enough, it had gone back into the wild. Still, this wasn’t like the time I’d saved a baby bird and nursed it until the day it flew off, leaving me with a sad sort of accomplishment. A distinct ache settled into my muscles, all of which were feeling the loss of Elijah’s always-ready, godlike body.

I shut my weary eyes again and tuned into the sounds of the woods around me, listening closely for any sign of Elijah. Birds chirped happily while the trees rustled with breezes or the brush of passing deer and other small animals, but nothing else. Sleep seemed like the best way to cope with the sudden disappearance, and I fell into it gratefully.

When I woke up again, the air in the bedroom compartment felt thick and stifling. Daylight blazed through the nylon sides of the tent now, and I got up stiffly and dressed without the enthusiasm I’d felt when I’d first arrived. The prospect of coffee, flapjacks, and bacon in the great outdoors had lost much of its shine, and I stomped around a little pissed at myself for it. I’d gone to all the trouble of dragging half a sporting goods store out to the woods because I’d wanted to prove I wouldn’t allow a man to spoil my enjoyment of camping. And now, another man had done just that.

“You’re a damn idiot,” I muttered a short while later as I flipped a pancake in my little iron skillet. “Get over it.”

My brain seconded the motion, but the tiny pulse of need in my clit spiked another wave of loneliness. Still, I had to admit the coffee and bacon smelled damn good, and that lifted my spirits a little. I felt a huge surge of guilt, though, when I sat down to eat by the fire pit I’d neglected to douse the night before. That was damn careless of me—almost as careless as the other fire I’d let burn hot and out of control all night.

On closer examination, I saw that the wood hadn’t burned all the way down on its own. Dirt had been thrown in and mixed around the ashes. Elijah had extinguished the blaze at some point.

Elijah, Elijah, Elijah. That name would not stay out of my thoughts, nor would images of his long hair, penetrating eyes, and intensely perfect body. He’d left me, but hadn’t gone away. He was a frequent companion while I numbly went about the activities I’d been looking forward to all month. Fishing didn’t net me a damn thing, since I’d gotten such a late start. I narrowly escaped a brush with poison oak during my hike, but I did spot a darling baby squirrel and a doe stripping bark from a tall tree. I kept busy, however, so by the time I’d returned to camp, finished lunch, and stacked wood in the fire pit for that night’s fire, I was able to go twenty minutes or more at a time without thinking about the man who had taken my uneventful life and shaken it by the roots. Maybe by the time I packed out the next day, he’d be banished from my mind completely.

That’s when I looked up and saw him standing near the edge of my camp.

The wolf stood perfectly still, staring at me with unsettling intensity. The name that had been echoing in my mind all day fell off my lips.

“Elijah,” I breathed.

The animal reared up, pushing onto its hind legs while its limbs began growing outward. As its body lengthened unnaturally, its shiny, jet-black fur shortened and disappeared within the skin that was stretched most appealingly over Elijah’s rippling muscles. I blinked at the disorienting transformation. While I had known all along that he really was the wolf, seeing the change from beast to man somehow made it more real.

Without a word, he stalked toward me. He had bathed since I’d seen him last. The bandage on his shoulder was gone, as was any and all trace of the bullet wound. He hadn’t been lying about the benefits of sex, after all. Nor had he seemed to have forgotten them, judging by the way his cock transformed as he approached. It grew longer and jutted higher from his exquisite body with every step. I just stood there, gaping ridiculously at his perfection as he came for me. I could barely find my tongue when he stopped a scant couple of inches away.

“You were gone,” I said in a small voice.

He reached around to grab both of my ass cheeks and pull me roughly against his straining erection. I gasped, and he groaned as he ground himself against my tight denims, kneading my bottom with his big, powerful hands. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe the beast hadn’t become a man, after all. Perhaps I was about to see the real beast Elijah could become.

He evaded the lips I raised for him to claim, however, and when he released me, I whimpered in frustration. He wasn’t finished with me, though. With a maddening impatience, he tugged my simple, black T-shirt out of my waistband and stripped it off my head while I kicked off my shoes. My jeans went next, and when I was completely naked in broad daylight in front of him, I shivered despite the warm air.

A fine breeze lifted strands of his long, tousled hair as he paused for a moment to study every inch of me. My nipples tightened while he watched, and the relentless need raging in his eyes was all I needed to get my cunt slick and wet. His nostrils flared briefly a moment later, and I think he somehow smelled I was ready for him. With a fleeting, satisfied smile, he lifted me until my legs wrapped around his waist. Then he carried me to the woods.

I didn’t have a chance to ask where we were going, because he stopped at the nearest tree and pushed my back up against it. The bark was mercifully smooth, almost decadent against my bare skin, but I wouldn’t have given a damn even if it wasn’t. He worked his cock inside me as soon as I was trapped between his body and the tree. I cried out as he rammed me deep, and rather than circle his neck with my hands, they flew up to grip an overhead branch.

I clung tightly to the limb while I tried to hang onto my sanity, utterly failing at the latter when Elijah began pounding me with rapid, unforgiving thrusts. My head dropped back, my breasts bouncing wildly with each shove of his hips while my cunt contracted and pulsed around his hot shaft. The lack of bedroom talk, not to mention that Elijah hadn’t even bothered with a “hello”, would normally have left me feeling doubtful and second-guessing my partner’s thoughts and intentions. Not this time. His tight features and near-violent fucking made his desperation for me clear—and it fueled my own lust for him. In short, I could give a shit what he was thinking. I just wanted to feel what he made me feel.

Orgasm arrived quickly for us both, and it wasn’t until I had writhed and bucked against both the tree and my lover for some time that I finally released my hold on the branch and sagged onto Elijah’s chest.