Rough Wolf (6 page)

She shrugged and said, “You got it, boss.”

After she had gone, Geo wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, squeezing me tightly and pressing his lips against mine. He set me down on the kitchen counter and cupped my face in his large hands, planting kisses all across my cheeks.

The pot of water burped as a huge bubble rose to the surface and burst, attracting Geo’s attention.

“What’s the water for?” he asked.

“Oh, I was going to take a bath,” I told him.

“Let me get your bath water ready, beautiful,” he said. “Just wait right here and relax and I’ll have it ready before you know it.”

I was too tired to resist, so I sat there on the counter and watched him disappear through the bedroom door with the massive pot of boiling water, which he carried without potholders.

A few minutes later, he emerged smiling, and he swept me off the counter and carried me into the bathroom with my arms wrapped around his neck. He slowly lowered me to my feet inside the bathroom, and I exclaimed with delight.

“Greta took a bath here months ago and left a bottle of that stuff humans like to use to bathe with,” he said. “I figured you might enjoy it.”

The tub was filled with thick, luxurious bubbles, and he’d lit candles all around the room. I was in heaven.

“This is perfect, thank you!” I said, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Enjoy it, my love,” he said.

I quickly undressed and eased myself into the tub, leaning back and closing my eyes. I was certain nothing else could have felt better at that moment than that warm water and those fluffy bubbles.

I was wrong.

I felt Geo’s hand caressing my breast under the water. I moaned softly as he pinched my nipple and then slid his hand down over my stomach and between my legs. His breath was hot on my ear as he nibbled my earlobe and began to kiss my neck, and his fingers found my clit and began to rub it. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of warm electricity pulsing through me.

“I want to fuck you after your bath, beautiful,” he groaned into my ear.

I opened my eyes and realized he was naked and kneeling beside the bathtub. I could only see his bare shoulders and the top of his chest, but I was incredibly eager to see more.

The relaxation I had in mind quickly melted away, and suddenly I wanted to hurry my bath along and get out. My heart was fluttering like an excited little butterfly, and all I wanted was to be with my gorgeous, naked mate – the sooner, the better.

I quickly slid under the water to wet my hair and I used Greta’s liquid bubble bath to lather my hair since there was no shampoo readily available. I quickly finished my bath and stepped out of the tub, where Geo was waiting with a fluffy brown towel, which I used to quickly dry off.

I wrapped the towel around myself and tucked it in, but Geo grinned wickedly and quickly peeled it off, revealing my naked body. I began to shiver and he wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The beautiful cut of his jaw, his enticing eyes, those luscious muscles.

He’d lit a lantern and its flickering flame cast a golden glow across his skin. His hands caressed my body, and I whimpered softly as he squeezed my ass and pulled me even closer to his body and his erection.

Using my bottom to lift me, he pulled me upward and embraced me. I clung to his neck and wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock shift and rest against my slit. He branded my lips with his scorching kiss, and our tongues wrestled eagerly. He walked toward his bed and slid my bottom onto it, and I lied backward. He stood between my legs and his eyes savored my body hungrily.

“My beautiful mate,” he said.

He leaned over me and his lips once again claimed mine, sending a surge of white hot passion straight from my lips to my pussy, and I felt my wetness seeping out between my pussy lips.

His lips pulled away from our kiss and slid over my chin, down my neck and toward my breasts. He pushed them together and flicked his tongue over both nipples as I moaned, pushing my hips against his hardness and aching for him to slip inside me. He took a nipple between his teeth and sucked it, and the harder he sucked, the more desperately I wanted… needed to feel him deep in me. I ached for him. My whole body ached for him.

He slid into the floor and spread my trembling legs. Every part of me surged with adrenaline, and I shivered with anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he said. “You smell delectable.”

He parted my lips with his fingers and his tongue dipped inside me. He moaned at the first taste of me and closed his eyes. He wiggled his tongue, and my throbbing clit begged to feel its warm softness there.

As if he read my mind, his tongue flicked upward and over my clit, and I gasped. My hips levitated off the mattress involuntarily, and he pushed two fingers inside me and arched them upward, stimulating me internally as his tongue began to work magic externally.

His tongue rolled in circles around my clit, then he dipped his head lower and ran it around the rim of my puckering rosebud. My head lifted off the bed with a gasp at the sensation, and his fingers began to probe deeper inside me.

“Ah, you like that,” he growled.

God, his voice did things to me that you wouldn’t believe. When he was turned on, I could almost hear his wolf. His voice was a growling timbre that seemed to emanate from within his chest. It rumbled its way through me and pierced into my soul.

His tongue prodded at my ass, and I moaned as the nerves there came alive for the first time. Then he began to suck on my clit and my thighs began to quake. He pulled his fingers from my dripping wet pussy and began to push them slowly against my bottom, and I tried to relax, allowing him to slip one finger inside me.

He continued to lick and suck my clit and he began to slide his finger in and out of my rosebud, stimulating areas I never even knew existed. He moaned against me, vibrating my clit and causing me to squeak. I began to shudder, and he pressed his tongue flat against my button and slid it up and down as I clenched around his finger and cried out, orgasm gripping my body and tensing me as I came all over his tongue.

He kept licking me until it began to grow painful, and finally, reluctantly, he pulled away.

“God, you taste so good,” he said in his husky voice. “It’s hard to stop licking you.”

He crawled atop me and kissed me, and I tasted myself on him and I didn’t care. I felt his cock pressing against me again and I wanted him inside me so badly I began to wiggle my hips in an attempt to pull him inside me.

There was something enchanting about this moment. The soft flicker of the lantern light, the cool air seeping in through the window, the rustic surroundings… it was utterly romantic and exactly what a honeymoon should be. My hands ran up his biceps and wrapped around his neck as he kissed me.

“I need you, Dora,” he said quietly.

“You have me,” I promised him. “All of me. Forever.”

It must have been what he needed to hear, because he grunted as he bucked his hips against me, his thick cock impaling my pussy and causing me to dig my nails into the nape of his neck.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned as he filled me wholly.

“My beautiful mate,” he groaned against my neck.

He began to thrust into me, slowly at first, but gradually increasing his speed. His arms caged me as he clung to me, and his teeth nibbled at my neck. I could feel his hot, fierce breath against my skin and my body shivered. His breathing was stuttering, and random growls rumbled in his throat.

“Do I please you?” he whispered.

“God, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes!”

“Good,” he growled. “I need to please you. I need to please you always.”

His shaft was rubbing against my clit as he pounded me harder and faster. His chest, muscular and solid, rubbed against my nipples and stiffened them. My hands slid down his back to grasp his tight buttocks, and I loved the way they clenched repeatedly with every thrust of his hips.

The knot began to build inside me, winding itself up like a top. I was moaning and calling his name, and he began to groan. I could tell he was close. Tighter and tighter I was wound, and soon I began to spin out of control, whirling like a top as my orgasm whirled around me, my mind reeling as my body shuddered. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and I heard him growl in a way that was almost inhuman.

I clenched around him, milking him of every drop of his cum. My back arched, pressing my body firmly against his as we both climaxed in perfect sync. I was still gripping his cock with my tunnel when he finally rolled off me and struggled to catch his breath.

“You’re incredible,” I breathed.

“Your body brings me greater pleasure than anything in this world,” he said.

After a few moments, Geo crawled toward the head of the bed and pushed down the covers. He patted the bed, inviting me in. I weakly crawled up to join him, and he settled under the covers beside me and took me in his arms.

I felt his muscular embrace around me, and his breath against my hair. I could hear the rhythmic thumping of his heart as I laid my head on his chest. It didn’t take long before the comfort of our nakedness and the skin contact between us lulled me into a deep, restful sleep.

The next morning, sun filtered through the crack between the curtains and fell upon my face, rousing me. I reached for Geo, but he was missing, and my heart sank with disappointment.

“Geo?” I called.

I heard what seemed to be singing on the other side of the closed bedroom door, and I could have sworn I smelled something delicious, so I slipped out of bed and rifled through my bag to find a t-shirt and sweatpants.

When I opened the door, I was almost bowled over by the heavenly scent of coffee and frying ham. My mouth instantly began to water.

“Good morning, beautiful!” Geo shot at me over his shoulder as he stood there in the buff with a fork in one hand, flipping ham. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving!” I said, approaching him from behind and wrapping my arms around his waist.

He turned around in my embrace and leaned down to kiss me on the nose. “How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Like a baby,” I said. “I haven’t slept that well in… well… ever.”

He chuckled and said, “Me either.”

“It smells amazing in here,” I told him.

“I have coffee waiting for you,” he said, motioning toward an old-fashioned tin pot on the stove.

I raised my eyebrow. I’d seen that type of coffee pot in old western movies, but never in real life.

“I’ll get you a cup if you want to have a seat at the table,” he said.

I kissed his back and gratefully went to sit down. I was still a bit weak after last night, and it felt good to relax while someone else made breakfast. Yep, I could get used to this.

He brought me a cup of coffee and said, “I had Greta run back to your place at dawn to get your creamer because I realized I didn’t have any of the kind you like. I’ll go into town soon and get more.”

“Thank you,” I said. “But whatever you have is fine.”

I took a sip of the steaming coffee and I closed my eyes. Yep, I could definitely get used to this.

“Nonsense,” he said. “I want you to have everything your heart desires. If you’d rather me stay with you, I’m sure Greta would love an excuse to go into town.”

“You do spoil me,” I commented.

“You deserve to be spoiled,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

I watched his naked body walking back over to the old wood-burning stove and he flipped the ham again and then started piling it onto a plate. He took something from the oven and set it on the table, and I noticed it was a pan of piping hot biscuits. He poured some coffee into the pan in which the ham had been frying and began to stir it vigorously.

“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Making redeye gravy,” he answered.

“What’s that?”

“If you like coffee, you will
love
this,” he said with a wink and a grin.

He brought two plates and silverware and set them on the table. Then he placed the stack of ham on the table. It smelled great, but it didn’t exactly look like any ham I’d ever seen.

“What is this stuff?” I asked. “I thought I smelled like ham.”

“It’s country ham,” he said. “Are you from around here?”

“Yes, actually,” I said. “But I’ve just never seen this stuff.”

“Surprising,” he said. “Most people around here are very familiar with country ham and redeye gravy.”

“I grew up eating microwave dinners and cold cereal,” I explained. “I never had anyone in my family who could cook and my mother was usually too busy to take me out to restaurants much. Besides, I hated when she did because she always refused to let me have dessert and poked at me about my weight constantly.”

He shook his head angrily as he stirred the gravy again. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could nearly feel the rage wafting off him. I’d never felt such a strong connection to anyone before.

“Are you alright?” I asked him.

“I’m fine, why?” he asked, scraping the pan loudly with his fork.

“It’s just… it feels like you’re upset.”

The fork dropped into the pan with a clatter and he spun on his heel. “What did you say?”

“I can… it’s like I feel anger from you.” He gawked at me like I’d sprouted a second head, and I asked, “What?”

“What do you feel from me now?” he asked.

I thought for a minute and said, “Um… surprise maybe? Confusion?”

“I don’t believe it,” he muttered.

“Don’t believe what?” I asked. “What’s going on?”

I watched him turn the gravy off and pour it into a small bowl. He fished the fork from the pan and tossed it into the sink, grabbing a spoon and scraping the last of the gravy into the bowl with it.

He put the pan into the sink and brought the bowl and spoon to the table and sat down, silently dishing up food onto each of our plates. He split a biscuit in half along its equator and then laid it on my plate. He took slices of country ham and set them on each half. Then he spooned some gravy over the top. He repeated this for himself.

“Geo!” I demanded his attention. “What is going on?”

He sighed and said, “You’re changing.”

“How?” I asked.

“Eat,” he urged me, pointing to my plate with his fork.

“Not until you tell me what’s happening.”

“It’s rare,” he said. “Very rare. I’ve never heard of it happening in any of the packs around these parts. But you’re developing wolf traits.”

“Wait… am I turning into a shifter?” I gasped.

“No, not exactly,” he said. “Humans can’t actually shift when this happens. But you do take on a lot of our traits.”

“Like what?” I asked. “And how is this even happening?”

“When I bit you, it marked you,” he said. “Part of my DNA entered your body to claim you as my mate, which will keep other shifters from trying to mate with you.”

“Ok…”

“Well, I’ve heard tale of some humans… and this is extremely rare… reacting with wolf DNA when they’re marked and developing those traits I mentioned. But they react differently. Some might get more speed. Others more strength. Others our ability to heal quickly. But I’ve never heard of anyone picking up our ability to sense emotions.”

I shrugged and picked up my fork. It didn’t sound like such a big deal. So I could feel what Geo was feeling. It didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was just our intense connection with one another.

Suddenly, I jumped to my feet and stared at the door. I heard Geo’s chair topple as he too sprang to attention.

Moments later, Greta burst into the cabin and screeched, “Vince is back, and he brought his whole pack!”

“Take Greta to safety, now!” Geo ordered Greta.

“No!” I cried. “I’m staying with you!”

Geo grabbed my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. “Honey, now isn’t the time. Vince’s pack is twice the size of ours. I may not be able to protect you. Go!”

Greta tore me away from Geo, wrapping me in a blanket that she snatched from a basket in the corner and pushing me into the chilly morning air wearing no shoes. I cast a glance over my shoulder, and I could see the fear in Geo’s eyes.

“I love you!” I shouted to him.

“I love you!” he shouted back.

Greta shifted into a small tan wolf and lowered herself, and I hopped on her back without a second thought. It wasn’t until she began to dash away from the cabin that I felt a sinking feeling. The further away from Geo she took me, the more the feeling became real.

“Greta, I can’t leave him!” I told her.

She kept running, and clung to her fur and looked back. The cabin was already disappearing in the distance. No, this was wrong.

“Greta, go back!” I shouted.

She refused to listen to me, and I could feel my heart being pulled magnetically back toward the cabin. I couldn’t leave him. No matter what the danger, I couldn’t leave Geo.

I closed my eyes and let go of her fur. For a moment I felt as if I’d stopped moving entirely, and I thought she’d finally stopped. But then I smacked against something hard, and I heard a sickening crack and I felt like I’d been ripped in two. I cried out, and I heard what undoubtedly must be Greta skidding to a stop in the leaves.

Moments later, she was by my side, bending over me and stroking my hair soothingly.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Can you hear me?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the pain was blinding. I managed a weak croak, but no other sound would come out.

“Oh, god,” Greta moaned. “Oh, god, oh, god. Geo will kill me. Don’t move. I’ll go for help.”

Greta stood, but instantly froze. Her head twisted this way and that, and I tried to turn my head to see what had captured her attention. But all I could feel was the intense fear that drifted from her pores and wrapped itself around my heart in a death grip.

“What do you want?” Greta demanded. Her voice was firm, but I could tell it was a ruse by the fear that I felt.

“We’re taking the girl.”

I recognized that voice. It was the scum who’d fought with Geo. Vince.

“You can’t have her,” Greta said firmly. “She is part of our pack.”

“All the more reason,” Vince said.

“What do you want?” Greta asked again.

“Your Alpha refuses to sign a peace treaty with me,” Vince said. “Big mistake.”

“Your peace treaty wouldn’t be worth the paper it was written on,” Greta told him. “The paper I wipe my ass with would be more valuable. You’d only break any treaty after you get what you want.”

“All I want is to join forces and expand both our territories,” Vince said. “What could be so wrong in that?”

“What you mean is you want us to help you fight other packs,” she corrected him. “I’m not stupid, and neither is Giovanni.”

“Hmm,” Vince said. “That remains to be seen. If he’s smart, he’ll join us. We could own six counties by this time next year.”

“Giovanni is perfectly happy with the territory we have now,” Greta said. “It’s more than sufficient for our pack.”

“Well, you tell him he has two choices,” Vince said. “He can either join us and get his new mate back, or he can turn us down and she dies. He has until sundown to choose. Boys.”

I felt a searing pain shoot across my ribcage as I was hoisted from the ground, and I groaned miserably. Greta darted toward me, but she was quickly restrained by four men who were easily twice her size. She struggled against them, but she was simply too small and weak to manage.

“Dora!” she shrieked as she watched helplessly while the men hauled me away. I could see the tears streaming down her face and feel her sorrow.

Her hand reached toward me in a gesture of love. I tried to return the gesture, but I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed by the pain. The pain was so great, in fact, that eventually it bore me away into a haze of darkness that shrouded my vision, eventually lulling me into complete nothingness.