The Wolf Within (9 page)

Holly raced across the room. This wasn’t about testing herself. This was survival. Kill or be killed.

His claws sliced across her stomach. More blood flowed from her.

No more.

She grabbed his hands. Held them tight. Then her mouth went for
his
throat.

Bite. Bite. Bite.

The temptation that was always in her mind. Only this time, she wasn’t resisting temptation.

“You fuckin’ bitch, I’ll slice you open, screw you while you bleed—”

It was his turn to bleed. Her teeth sank into his throat. His blood trickled over her tongue.

He howled then. A loud, inhuman sound. He tried to shove her off him. They wound up both falling to the floor. She held on tight, not about to let him go. She
couldn’t
let him go.

His blood was in her mouth. Werewolf blood. Powerful. Heady. The rumors she’d heard were true. She could already feel his blood making her even stronger.

He rolled, twisted, and came down on top of her. She kicked out at him, even as she kept her teeth in his throat.

He yanked his hands free from her grip. “Should have known…should have
known
…” His hands closed around her head, and he shoved her skull back against the floor. “
I know what you are.”

Good for him. She knew what he was, too.

He lifted one hand. His claws glinted. “I know what you are…so that means I know how to kill you.”

Hell.

And, right then, her alarm stopped its wild shriek.

He smiled. “Ready to die?”

Again?
“No.” Her chin lifted. “Are you?”

He followed Saul’s scent—sweat, animal, fear—back to a small building on the outskirts of the city. From the outside, the place looked like an old fire station. One that someone had converted into a house?

He inhaled deeply. Saul had sent him on wild hunt. Racing in and out of buildings, in alleys, through a tangled maze that had led through the city…

And back here.

His nostrils flared as he pulled in the scents around him. The musky scent of Saul and—

Honey.

Fuck, no. He ran for the building, his heart pounding frantically in his chest and his claws bursting from his fingertips. He lifted his foot to kick in the door, but saw that someone had already beaten him to that chore—the door’s lock was broken. Shattered. He shoved the door open and rushed inside. The bottom floor was empty, but he could hear sounds coming from upstairs. He flew up those stairs, four at a time. Turned to the left—

And saw Saul, on the floor, on top of a naked Holly. She was bleeding. Saul’s claws here out. He was trying to swipe at her.

Duncan roared.

Saul’s head whipped up. His eyes locked on Duncan, then those eyes widened in horror. Before Saul could leap to his feet, Duncan had him. His hands locked around Saul’s shoulders, and he yanked the shifter away from Holly. Then he slung the bastard against the nearest wall. The whole building seemed to shudder at that impact.

“Duncan!” Holly’s voice was shocked, scared, and angry as she called his name. He turned back toward her. Pale flesh. Wide eyes. She was trying to cover her breasts with one arm and cover the juncture of her thighs with the other even as she
bled
from the gashes in her side and on her arm.

He reached for her.

And felt claws drive into his back.

“No!” Horror was the only thing he saw in Holly’s eyes then.

The hands that had been reaching for her balled into fists. “Run.” He could barely manage to get the word out.

She shook her head, sending her wet hair flying over her shoulders.

“Run!”

He spun back around and grabbed Saul’s hand. With one twist, he broke the bastard’s wrist.
Payback, you SOB.
Then he grabbed Saul’s other hand and broke that wrist, too.

Saul staggered back. Then he hit the floor. Fur burst along his skin as his bones snapped.

Saul was shifting, and…
so am I.

The white-hot agony ripped through Duncan. Speech was impossible. He could only snarl and growl as his body reshaped. His muscles tore, his tendons stretched. When his hands hit the floor, they almost instantly became paws. Power beat through him. Power…and bloodlust.

He attacked what is mine.

Mine.

Duncan went for the other wolf’s throat. His paws slammed into Saul’s side, and his teeth snapped at the bastard’s neck.

But Saul’s claws drove into Duncan’s side. Sliced deep. The pain just made him angrier. Duncan attacked with his own claws. Blood matted Saul’s pale coat of fur.

“Duncan?” Holly’s quiet voice.

Mine.

He sank his teeth into Saul’s neck.

“Duncan, we need him alive!”

No, they needed him to die. Because he’d hurt Holly. Not once—

Holly’s arms wrapped round Duncan. “Please.”

His whole body vibrated, but he hesitated, barely managing to hold back from taking the other wolf’s life.

That hesitation was all that Saul needed. He staggered away from Duncan and ran for the big, bedroom window. The glass shattered as he jumped right through it, leaping out and falling to the street below.

Duncan jerked away from Holly and ran to the window. He stared below, snarling, as he watched the white wolf streak away.

“I don’t have any close neighbors,” Holly said quietly from behind him, “so I don’t have to explain to anyone why a wolf just jumped out of my second story window.”

He glanced back at her. The rage still burned within him, and he wanted to follow Saul but—

Can’t leave her.

It wasn’t just the wolf’s instinct to protect. It was the man’s, too.

Only she wouldn’t be seeing him as a man then. Just as a beast. He turned toward the window once more.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.

His muscles trembled. Didn’t she understand? If he stayed—

“Please.”

She broke him.

He whirled toward her. Fought to pull the man back to the forefront and shed the body of the beast. He wondered if the pain of the shift would become easier to bear, or if it would always feel like he was being ripped apart.

But the pain, it didn’t last. In moments, he was one the floor, body trembling, hands and knees pressing against the hard wood of her bedroom.

“Duncan?”

His head lifted as the floor creaked beneath her footsteps. She’d grabbed some kind of robe and wrapped around her body. Her blood had stained the side of the robe.

He still wanted to rip Saul apart.

“It’s okay.” She kept talking softly and held out her hand, as if to a wild beast.

Oh, yeah, right. That’d be me.

“Are you…in control?” Holly asked quietly.

He was still on the floor. He should be on his feet, helping her. She was wounded. She needed care and attention.

But he didn’t move because he wasn’t sure of himself. He gave her the truth, simply saying, “No.” Rumbling. Deep.

Her eyes widened.

He’d told her to run before. Why hadn’t she listened to him? Saul hadn’t been the only threat to her.

“I’m okay,” she told him. Still in that whole let’s-tame-the-beast voice. Only she didn’t seem to get that the beast wasn’t in the mood to be tamed.

Then she lifted her robe, revealing the curve of her thigh, the dip of her stomach. “See…all healed.”

There were no wounds on her, nothing to blemish that smooth skin. How the hell was that even possible?

But…screw the hows…her legs were long and perfect. He could see the curve of her breast. She was trying to pull the robe back but—

Want to see.

In an instant, he was on his feet. His hands were on her, reaching for that robe.

“Duncan?”

“I told you…run…” She could still get away. He was as much of a monster as Saul and—

Holly shook her head. Her eyes seemed to see into him. “I don’t want to run from you.”

His breath was coming too hard. His heart racing too fast. His cock aching too much. He stood before her, naked because his clothes had shredded with the shift, and there was no hiding his arousal.

She wasn’t pulling away. Wasn’t pushing against him.

She was reaching up. Standing on her tip toes. Kissing him.

The woman had just sealed her fate.

You should have run. Now there won’t be any escape.

She tried to make the kiss soft and gentle. Not happening. He was on fire for her. Needed her more than air. So his hold was too rough, his hands almost shaking as he lifted her up against him and plundered her mouth. His tongue thrust past her lips. He tasted.

Yes.
She tasted as sweet as she smelled. His mouth pressed harder against hers, and he stumbled forward with her.

They fell onto the bed.

His hands pushed between them. He didn’t take his mouth from hers. Couldn’t. He kept kissing her. And he ripped her robe. It tore beneath his claws.

Claws.

He still had claws. Hell,
no,
he couldn’t hurt her. He yanked his mouth from hers. Tried to pull away from her.

“You can’t leave me now,” she said and pulled him back.

Duncan shook his head. His control was razor thin, and she didn’t understand how dangerous he was. “I’ll…hurt…”

It was all he could manage. He kissed her again. Drove his tongue past her lips.

No. Pull away. Get away.

Her hands curled around his shoulders. She arched against him. Her breasts were tight peaks. They rubbed over his chest, and his cock jerked in eagerness.

But he couldn’t touch her. He had claws. He’d slice open her skin.
Can’t.

Her hands were sliding over his back. Soft, a silken touch. Helplessly, Duncan stretched into her touch.

Her legs were parted, with his much more powerful thighs between hers. They’d fallen this way when they tumbled onto the bed.

She was…aroused. He could smell the rich, heady scent.

He kissed a path down her neck. Licked her flesh. His hands were flat on the bed, on either side of her. He wouldn’t touch her with his hands.

Only his mouth.

She shivered beneath him. “You won’t hurt me.”

How was she so confident? He wasn’t. He just knew that it was too late to pull back now. The beast wouldn’t let him.

The man wasn’t strong enough to leave her.

His mouth lingered on the curve of her shoulder. He had the strongest urge to bite her there. To…mark her.

His teeth nipped her.

She moaned.

The thunder of his heartbeat drummed ever faster in his ear.

The nightmare that had become his life, the agency, Saul—none of that mattered then.

Only Holly.

Her nipples were a light pink. He put his mouth on one tight peak. Kissed. Sucked. Licked.

“Duncan!”

He loved the way she said his name. His fingers fisted on the bed covers. She was positioned so perfectly beneath him. All it would take was one deep thrust. He could already feel the wet heat of her arousal on the head of his cock.

One hard thrust.

He licked her nipple once more and then started to kiss his way down the curve of her stomach.

But her hands locked around his shoulders. “I need—”

His head snapped up. His eyes locked on hers. Whatever she needed, he’d give her.

“I need you,” she whispered, wetting her lips. “I can’t wait…please, Duncan!”

The roaring in his ears told him that he couldn’t wait either.

The covers were tearing beneath his claws.

Her legs lifted. Curled around his hips, and her body arched toward him.

He drove into her, as deep as he could go. She gasped. He fucking growled. Then there was no holding back. There was only taking. Only pleasure. She was so tight around his cock. Squeezing. Hot. Perfect. He pulled back, thrust hard, again, over and over. The pleasure built, his spine tightened, his cock swelled even more.

He bent to kiss her. Tasting her even as he took her. And it was incredible. She was incredible.

Her sex squeezed even tighter around him. Holly pulled her head away from him, her breath heaving. Then she was kissing his neck. He felt the light rasp of her tongue on his skin.

She shuddered beneath him. Her body seemed to stiffen, and he knew her climax was close. So was his. He knew—

Her teeth sank into his neck. The bite shot a bolt of pure pleasure rocketing through him. He came, exploding within her on a release that was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.

His hips pistoned against her. He drove hard, plunging deep within her, as the pleasure hallowed him out.

And she was with him. He felt the ripples of her release. The contractions of her sex, and those small movements just increased his pleasure.

He could barely breathe, and he didn’t care.

The sex was that good.

Then she was licking his neck. Her fingers were falling away from his shoulders. The thunder of his heartbeat finally slowed down, and Duncan forced his head to lift.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes wide, but not sated—
scared.

Duncan frowned.
What the hell?

“I’m so sorry,” Holly whispered and a tear leaked down her cheek.

He bent and licked that tear away. “Can’t be sorry…” His words rasped out, “for sex that good.”

Her lips parted. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he saw that her lips were red.

Wet.

Not from his kiss because that redness…

Her tongue swiped out, and she licked a drop of moisture away.

That redness was blood.

Unease snaked through him. “Holly?”

He could see the edge of her canines, peeking out beneath her top lip. Her canines were longer, sharper than before.

She’d bit my neck.
The pleasure had exploded then, and he hadn’t cared about anything else.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again as she shoved him back.

The woman was far stronger than she should have been.

With the distance between them, he immediately missed the warmth of her body. Wanted back
in
her body. The pleasure they’d shared had just been the start. He wanted more. Much more.