Reclaim the Wolf: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Wolf Valley Raiders Book 3) (6 page)

He stroked his hand across his clit, so lightly it was like a whisper, but the sensations he drew from her were so strong she thought she would pass out. Wider, he made her part her legs, slipping his fingers between them and drawing back along the length of her wet sex. When he repeated the movement the second time, he dipped his finger into her, feeling how wet she was.

“Sit.”

She obeyed, opening her legs when he pressed his body between them and holding her breath when he lowered his head and kissed her clit, sliding his tongue out to stimulate her there. Kira wanted to clamp her thighs shut, scared of how he stole her senses. Would he make her beg him to go further, to make her come?

“Oh.” He slipped his finger inside her again. “Oh.” Deeper. “Oh shit!” Two fingers. Probing her, pushing in and out until her world shifted, stars spinning above her head and then exploding into a million pieces as he made her come. In and out, he worked his fingers while his tongue lapped at her clit, soft and hard, sucking then nipping the swollen bud until she cried out his name.

“Fuck, I want to be inside you, Kira.” Before her body had time to recover, he stood before her, unbuckling his belt and she could only watch, detached from her body, as he undid his buttons and dropped his jeans to the floor.

Naked. There was a half-naked man in front of her, his cock long and erect,
for her
. He was so big, not just his cock, but his whole body. When he pulled his torn T-shirt over his head, her eyes rested briefly on the wound on his shoulder, and then they moved down to take in his bare chest, toned, perfect, just like the rest of him.

Lower. Her eyes moved down over his stomach with its six-pack abs. Golden skin encased the perfect package, all bulging biceps, strong muscular thighs. Her mind shied away from his cock, not wanting to think of how exactly he was going to fit inside her.

Cole moved towards her, pausing when she held her hand out and touched his cock, feeling the smooth skin encasing the hardness beneath. Slowly she moved her hand up and down the length of him, fascinated by his reaction. He was so aroused, his hips moving forward and back while she stroked him. What did he taste like? What would it be like to wrap her mouth around him and please him just as he had pleased her?

Then he stilled her hand, moving forward with his body to tip her back onto the bed. Her legs still dangled over the edge, and he positioned himself between them, guiding himself forward so that his cock pressed against the outer lips of her sex. Then he thrust his hips forward and he entered her, the shock robbing her of her breath.

Gasping for air, she tried to fix her eyes on his, wanting that constant as he plunged deeper, ripping her virginity from her. Her mouth opened and she cried out; Cole pulled back, his face filled with concern. But she didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to withdraw from her.

Sitting up, she encircled him with her arms, resting her head on his chest, the change in angle nice, putting pressure on her clit where it pressed against his body.

Using his good arm, he placed it under her bottom, lifting her up and then resting back on his haunches, before finally sitting on the floor with her in his lap. Kira tensed. She didn’t want to be the one in control, but that’s exactly what she was. His hand rested on her hip, encouraging her.

Inch by inch, she lowered herself down onto him, feeling him fill her, stretch her, until she thought she would rip in two. Instead, her sex yielded to him, muscles relaxing until she was completely impaled on him, and still in one piece.

With her hands resting on his chest, she began to move. Circling her hips, lifting and then lowering herself, she took all that he offered her and then made him beg for more. His mouth opened and he called her name, his hips lifting off the floor to meet her stroke for stroke. Kira tensed, her sex gripping him tighter, and then he exploded, losing control. Feeling a rush of joy as he filled her with his essence, she milked him of everything he had before she finally crashed over the edge to float above the Earth with him.

They had slept together all night: now the new day was here, or was it all a dream? How could this morning be so different from the last? Only the dull ache in his shoulder reminded him of the gunshot wound; the rest of him was filled with euphoria.

“How does it feel?” she asked him, her head on his chest, her fingers stroking the skin around the bandage.

“Incredible.” He took hold of her fingers and kissed them.

“I mean your wound,” she said, giving him a playful slap.

“So did I.” He turned to look at her. “It hurts, not so much as it did. But it reminds me of how lucky I was to find you. The scar it leaves will remind me of the day we met. The day I finally found my mate.”

She kissed him, and he slid his tongue along her lower lip, and then bit the soft flesh gently. His wolf was so close, wanting to smell their mate, to feel her next to him as they ran through the meadows.
Soon
.

His shoulder would have to heal a little bit more first, or she would run rings around him and he had his pride. Even if, for the love of his mate, he would do anything she asked of him.

“I need to get up. I have things to do, and we need to eat.” She grabbed her robe and got out of bed. He lay back and watched her as she moved around the room, going to the window and looking out at the weather and then smiling at him as she headed for the bathroom.

“I wondered if we could go over to Fara’s today,” he asked when she came back in and began to get clean clothes out of the closet.

“Why?” she asked, pulling a T-shirt on, covering up her wonderfully curvy body. Maybe he should have insisted they stay around the house and she lavish lots of tender, loving care on him. And sex. Tender, loving sex.

“I wanted to take a look at the damage to her place and plan what I can do to help. I might even get my brothers involved. We could repair the damage so much quicker if we worked together.”

“That’s a great idea. Fara needs the work done, that’s for sure.”

“I could do with a shower first, if that’s OK?” he asked.

“Sure. Help yourself. First I should check your wound.” She came and knelt on the bed next to him, the scent of her assailing his mind, making him close his eyes and lodge it in his brain along with all the other favourite things he stored there. Like the memory of his mom.

She had died giving birth to Sol, when Cole was too young to fully understand what was happening. There was only one real, concrete memory he had of her. Just the one that he knew was fact and not his mind making it up. One Christmas, when he was four, he asked Santa for a train. They were very poor, now he thought about it. They couldn’t have been exiled from Wolf Valley for long and she was heavily pregnant; he could picture her with her big, baby-filled belly.
Sol
.

Somehow his mom had got the money together and bought him not just a train, but a train set with track and carriages. It was his most favourite thing; he still had one of the trains tucked away in the bottom of his closet. Throughout the day, she had sat and played with him. Making noises, bringing it to life. That was one of his favourite days. He had felt loved, unconditionally.

Until Kira, there hadn’t been one to match it.

As Kira’s hands worked on his shoulder, he acknowledged that was how she made him feel. The scent of her made him feel safe, made him feel wanted.

“There,” she said and he turned to kiss her.

“Thank you.”

“Come on. You need to shower, I need to eat.” She got off the bed, and headed for the door.

“We certainly worked up an appetite last night, didn’t we?”

She turned back to him and he could see she was blushing. “We did. Now I’m going to the kitchen.”

“Why, are you scared if you stay you won't be able to keep your hands off me?’

“Something like that,” she said quickly and left the room.

Cole couldn’t suppress his smile. She was more than he could ever have wished for, and he wanted to find out what sadness lurked in her soul and chase it away forever. Replacing it with the love they would share in their long life together.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kira asked, steering the truck onto the rutted track leading up to Fara’s house. She could still picture Cole now, lying on the ground unconscious with blood pouring from his wound.

“Why, do you think she’s going to shoot me on sight again?” Cole asked, keeping his face straight.

“Maybe.” Kira shot him a sidelong glance. “Your shoulder has healed quickly. I don’t want you to open the wound again.”

“My wolf blood should help it along. Which reminds me, as soon as I’m fit enough, I want to run with you, Kira. The two of us free on top of the mountain.”

It was what she wanted too. Her wolf would feel as if it was on top of the world to have the chance to go with him across the open meadows and up through the trees. Maybe they could hunt together too. Afterwards, they could satisfy another craving.

“I’d like that,” she said huskily. “I’d like that a lot.”

“If I survive Fara.”

The old woman was coming out of her house; thankfully, she didn’t have a shotgun with her today. But the worry that had worn into her face over the last few months was still there. They might be able to fix her barn, but it wouldn’t fix everything else that was wrong with Wolf Valley. Once the place was fixed up, there was just as likely to be another raid.

Cole and his brothers might have given up stealing from the town and surrounding area, but there would be someone new moving in to take up the job, she was sure. The sheriff posed no deterrent. He was too interested in hounding the good people of Wolf Valley to worry about anything bad going on.

Kira’s anger simmered under the surface. Cole turned to her, his head snapping around as though he had read her thoughts. Well, perhaps not her thoughts, but definitely her feelings.

“OK?” he asked.

“Yes. Just have a lot on my mind,” she said, parking the truck.

Before he got out, he leaned over and touched her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Then let me help you. I’m here for you, Kira. I want to take some of your worries and responsibilities and make them mine.”

“That’s sweet, Cole. But I don’t think you can help.”

“I will if I am the new alpha of Wolf Valley.”

It was her turn to snap her head round. “You really believe that?”

“Yes. That old guy Colin said he thought me or my brothers were here for a reason. Maybe he was talking out of his ass. Shall we see?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her face clouding with worry.

“Fara is a member of the Wolf Valley pack, surely. So if I can influence her, I can influence the others.”

Kira shook her head slowly, trying to take that in. Was it possible? Her mate would be the new alpha of Wolf Valley and return law and order to the town, and make those who had done wrong pay for their crimes.

“This I want to see. There is no one I know who is as strong-willed as Fara. If you can influence her, then maybe…” But it was ridiculous. She just couldn’t see it happening; everyone believed that they would never again have an alpha after the death of the old one.

“Fara. Cole wanted to come over and set everything straight,” Kira said, raising a smile as she got out of the truck.

From the other side, Cole followed, although warily, still checking to see if Fara had a gun or a shovel handy.

“Did he now? Well. I guess we can talk about it.” Her eyes narrowed, but she wasn’t looking at Cole, at least not at first. Instead, her eyes were fixed on Kira. “You OK, honey?”

“Yes,” Kira nodded, and she knew what this intense scrutiny meant. Yesterday, Fara had guessed who Cole was; now she was looking for confirmation. “Cole
is
my mate, Fara.”

Fara absorbed the words and then a smile appeared on her lips, which spread into a wide grin. “Well, I’ll be.” She came up to Kira, hugging her tightly. “I am so happy for you.” Pulling back, she rounded on Cole. “If you don’t treat this lady right I will be using more than a shovel on you, young man.”

Cole pulled himself up to his full height. He towered over Fara, and with no weapon to defend herself, the old woman could be snapped in two by his powerful hands. But Cole grinned back at Fara; whatever tension between them now gone as they realised they had a common goal. “I’m just grateful she has someone like you to look out for her,” Cole said.

Fara dropped her gaze, her happiness gone for a fleeting second. “Well. I should have been there when she needed me most.” Taking hold of Kira’s hand, she looked sorrowfully into Kira’s eyes. The sadness of her words brought everything back to her. But Kira couldn’t let Fara take the blame. “There was nothing any of us could do to change what happened.”

“Still doesn’t make it easier.” Fara said.

“Make what easier?” Cole came to stand by them now, his attention fixed on Fara, as if willing her to talk.

Kira held her breath: Was Cole trying to exert his influence on Fara? Would it work? Would Wolf Valley have its hope back with Cole as their new alpha?

“None of your business. Unless Kira wants to tell you. It’s her business, not mine,” Fara answered roughly and then turned abruptly to walk back to the house. “Tea?”

Cole looked at Kira, and she could read the disappointment in his eyes. “I guess I’m not the one. Or maybe I’m just not cut out for being the alpha, just like my father. What if it’s lost to me because of the bad things I’ve done?”

“Like I said, Fara is strong-willed.”

He shook his head. “No. It either works or it doesn’t.” He stood there, his jaw tense, his fists clenched as if fighting something internally.

“Cole. You can still make a difference, you know.”

“How?” he asked, his eyes unfocused as if he was trying to put things back into perspective. His future had fallen apart and she could sense his disappointment.

“There are other ways. And we can start with this barn.”