The Last Wolf: A Highplains Shifter Erotic Romance (Wolf Fire Book 1) (9 page)

“But you do, you’ve known me from the moment I first kissed you, that was the real me, it’s all I wanted to do then, just as its all I want to do now.” I looked into his eyes, they were burning with the violet light that shone when we made love, but that I also remembered from when he fought. I was so confused, part of me wanted to run into his strong arms, to let him kiss me and carry me away, another part of me was saying
you don’t know this man, you don’t know who he is, what he’s capable of
.

“Listen,” he said. “I can understand if you don’t want to be with me, but at least let me help you. I think you are in danger, you might not believe it yourself but you really are the last of the Eagles, and that makes you a target.”

“Are you saying your hillbilly friend Earl is going to track me down and kill me?”

“Yes,” He said deadpan. “Earl disappeared just after you left, he hasn’t worked a shift in weeks. I think he’s looking for you, and not just Earl, I drove 150 miles in every direction from Burnt River Ranch, all the Lion-Folk I know have disappeared. I’m afraid The Pride is on the hunt.”

“I’m going to be killed because of some stupid legend? For fucks sake this is ridiculous, I only wanted to forget a breakup.”

No, you’re not going to get killed Hope, I’m going to help you. Even if you never want to see me again afterwards I’m going to get you to somewhere safe, we just need to come up with a plan.”

“Fine. Let’s talk about it back at my place, but no getting me pregnant.”

“Is there a fire here?” Asked Hakan as soon as we entered my apartment.

“Yes, but it’s the middle of summer, it’s too hot in here as it is.”

“Just light it, we’ll be safer that way.”

I had forgotten how big he was. I thought that I had done well in terms of floor space for the rent I was paying, but with Hakan in it the apartment seemed to shrink until there was only him left between narrow walls. I watched the muscles working in his rigid jaw, it was obvious that he was tense, his body coiled like a spring, ready to release at any moment. I struggled with the lighters, it was the first time I had used the fire since moving in, once the flames were dancing he seemed to relax slightly, the tension seeming to flow out of his big forearms.

I watched him stare into the glow of the small fire, “Don’t you want to see what you can do?” He asked. “What you are capable of? I know that you were starting to set yourself free, that you felt the Eagle, don’t you want to see where that could go?”

I sat down next to him on the small couch, letting out a tired sigh. “I have a question. And remember asking you about this stuff in no way means I believe a word of it.” He nodded, his eyes were baleful and I could hardly see a spark of the violet fire that sometimes animated them. “When you supposedly changed into that huge wolf your body completely transformed, there was nothing left behind, the same thing happened when Earl moved over into a Lion. When, as you say, I felt the Eagle though I could look down and clearly see my body on the ground below lying in your arms, I hadn’t changed shape. What is the difference?”

“You haven’t truly shifted yet.” Said Hakan. “First your soul needs to reach out to the wild in you, as you are Eagle-Folk this means it needs to soar wild and untamed. After your soul has bonded with the ancient Eagle Spirits then you can call the elemental down into your body, it is that which transforms you physically, allows you to be the animal you have locked inside you.”

“How do I get to that stage?” I asked.

“There is a very ancient ceremony, it would take too long to explain, but one day I hope to go through it with you.”

“I thought that I made it clear you were not going to see me again? Sometimes I think I really like you Hakan, but I will not be mated with, you can’t breed me like some pedigree dog.”

“This is not about The Prophesy Hope!” He wrapped one of my wrists in his huge hands, looking up I could see the violet in his eyes start to burn as he spoke: “When we were together I felt my soul reach out to you, it was like when I was a kid just starting to make contact with my inner wolf. It felt scary and thrilling and made me feel more alive than I had in decades. It was not The Prophesy that was exciting me it was Hope Richardson, it was you, every part of your perfect soul and your perfect body.”

He leant down towards me, his eyes now blazing, I knew I should not succumb, that I should push him away, bang on the thin walls and call out to my neighbours:
there’s a strange man in my apartment, he won’t leave me alone and he thinks he’s a werewolf!
But instead I found myself tilting my head back, my lips rising to meet his.

The kiss was passionate and forceful. He seemed not just to be kissing me with his lips but with every fibre of his body. He pressed against me, making me feel tiny, as I started to kiss back. I took a deep breath, he smelt like the prairie had after the summer storm on the morning I left, of warm wet grass and the ozone from lightning strikes. My tongue crept out of my mouth to dance with his and I realised that no matter how strong my concerns there was no way I would be able to stop this now, my treacherous body just would not let me.

Hakan let out a deep growl as he kissed me, and I could feel his inner wolf straining to be free, if my soul needed to soar in order to connect with my inner beast then I got the feeling Hakan’s soul was more driven by rage and lust, he needed to fuck or fight. He moved down to kiss my neck and I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I felt sharp fangs graze my sensitive skin.

He stood suddenly and hoisted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He carried me towards the bedroom and practically kicked the door open, I winced as it banged against the wall, another thing for the neighbours to complain about. Inside the room he kissed me hard, his tongue delving into me as if he hoped to find my spirit animal lurking in the back of my throat. He threw me down on the bed. His eyes were practically glowing, illuminating the room as he slowly began to unzip my dress, taking his time, relishing each inch of flesh that the zipper exposed. He lay a hand on my back and pushed up, sliding the dress over my head.

My body was already crying out for his, remembering the way it had felt before in front of the fire, as he undid my bra and slid off my panties I could feel my whole body rising into a gooseflesh of anticipation. He stood back from the bed, admiring the curves of my naked body, and then stepped forward while pulling off his shirt, revealing the huge muscles of his torso. His was the kind of body that could not be built in the gym with endless hours of picking up and dropping weights, only by years of hard toil under the prairie sun. Every time he moved his body contracted in a perfect concertina of rippling muscle.

He raised one knee and rested it on the bed, leaning over me, caressing my breasts with his big broad hands. Bending his head he took one of my nipples into his mouth, running his rough tongue around it with surprising delicacy. I closed my eyes and heard his deep growl, a rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the condo.
Fuck the neighbours
I thought to myself, I need this and I don’t care how loud we are about it.

Hakan stood and began to undo his trousers, the bulge of his manhood was straining against his thigh and when he slipped his waistband down it sprung free. Seeing it again I was shocked that I had ever managed to fit the thing inside me, but I wanted nothing more than to try again. I raised myself on one elbow and pulled him toward me, desperate to taste his hard length. I gripped him tightly around the base of his thick shaft, and turning my head to the side ran my tongue along its full extension. His growl filled the room like thunder on the plains.

I slowly took his cock into my mouth, dipping my head, my lips caressing the deep furrow where his crown met his shaft. I felt Hakan’s hand in my hair, and knew from the tension in his fingers that he liked what I was doing. For a girl who just a month before had never even considered oral sex I sure was getting a taste for blowjobs. The noises of pleasure Hakan was making had begun to warm my thighs, and I slipped my hand down to start caressing myself.

“Come into me now, I’m ready and I want you inside me.” I whispered.

“Not yet,” Said Hakan. “I want to taste you first, want to drink you up.”

He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top, pushing my hands back above my head as his mouth found my nipples. With one hand he held my wrists, stopping me from moving almost completely as the other hand worked its delicious way down my torso towards my warm, waiting valley.

I cried out as his fingers met my clit, it was as though a button had been pressed, sending shockwaves coursing from the tips of my toes to the end of my fingers. I twisted, desperate to buck and writhe, but was pinned to the bed as he slid one of his broad digits inside me. He was driving me mad, slowly sliding it in and out when all I wanted to do was fuck.

He let go of my wrist and began to move his head down, my hands shot out and clasped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin like talons. I found myself shoving him down, longing for the feel of his tongue on my intimate places, but Hakan would not give in, he was teasing me, taking it slow, letting his fingers do the work while he lingered, kissing my navel.

“I’m going to set you free.” He whispered, “Let the Eagle soar.”

I was unable to respond with anything but a moan as I felt Hakan’s mouth on my short soft pubic hair, my whole body was vibrating with the lusty growl that seemed to come from deep inside him. The cry I gave when his tongue finally met my clit was enough to introduce me to all the neighbours I hadn’t yet met, and I found myself bucking my hips, pressing myself against his mouth. The orgasm when it came seemed to knock me back onto the pillows. For a moment I thought I was floating alone in the universe, my vision filled with a million points of light from the dying stars around me, but after a second my view began to clear and I could see that I was floating above the midnight city, looking down on all the lights.

I came back to my body in time to hear the ragged cry of my cumming. My head was woozy, but still I grabbed at Hakan, my nails leaving red lines on his flesh as I pulled him up, I needed him inside me. “Come on, come on put it in.” I moaned as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. Rather than thrusting inside he moved the wetted tip up to rub against my nub, sending waves of pleasure and frustration through my whole body. Then he angled his hips so that his broad shaft was lying in my valley, parting me but not entering me, he rubbed it back and forth, increasing his tempo until I thought that I would drown us both with my wetness, then suddenly and without warning he thrust his full length into me in one decisive movement.

This was nothing like the gentle, careful screwing he had given me by the fire, he had gone right to my centre in one powerful thrust that felt like it would blow me apart. I screamed in pleasure and Hakan began to pound into me. I looked up at his face and saw an animalistic passion in his eyes, before I had been made love to by Hakan’s human side, now I was really being fucked by the wolf in him.

Hakan’s growls had started to resemble roars, and they mingled with my squeals and the thumping of the bed to fill the room completely. One of my legs shot out under us in a burst of pleasure, sending my foot slamming into the wall, knocking down a framed picture which shattered on the floor. I really wasn’t going to be popular in the building after this, but you know what? Let them think whatever the hell they wanted, for once I was letting the real Hope Richardson out.

My head slammed against the pillow as Hakan ploughed into me, and I was breathless from the intensity of our movements. There was an electricity in my body that seemed to jump and spark between us wherever our bodies touched. He was so deep inside me, deeper than I thought possible, our pelvises crashing together. Suddenly Hakan had his huge arms around me and was lifting me. Without ever taking himself from inside me he stood, I carried on bouncing against his hips, maintaining the rhythm from the bed, before he took a few steps and slammed me against the wall, his body pinning mine to the cold plaster, his delicious cock deep, deep inside me.

The whole building seemed to shake as he plunged inside me, my head knocked back against the wall. It seemed like my brain was melting under the wave of pure sensation as he slipped inside me, this was it, I thought to myself, this was the Hope Richardson I wanted to be, the one who gave into her desires, I dug my nails into Hakan’s buttocks, pulling him into me harder and harder, the Hope Richardson who took what she wanted.

The muscles stood out on Hakan’s arms as he drove me against the wall, and I could feel my juices wetting our thighs. His thrusts slowed and I allowed myself to revel in the sensation of his cock inside me, sliding in and out, each movement sending a billion signals of pleasure to nerve endings all over my body. I knew I was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. “Holy Christ, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I shouted banging my head against the wall with each word, my hands whipped up and wrapped themselves in his hair.