Werewolf Me (12 page)

Absolon tapped his nose. “Because of her ancestry. Blood will out, William.”

He had spent enough time with Absolon. William knew what he needed to know. Nothing had changed. He had to kill Absolon or risk everything he loved. “Touch anyone I love and the pain I once inflicted on you will be nothing compared to the hell I will put you through.”

Absolon just smiled. “Go run with your pack while you still can.”

———

Truro ran into full bore into Murphy as he came out of the camping goods store. The hot contact of his body against hers made Truro close her eyes and think about the last time they were up close and personal.

Murphy’s arms steadied her. “Are you okay, petal?”

Truro opened her eyes to see the amusement in his
. Oh for God’s sake snap out of it woman. He’s just a man you have the most amazing, unforgettable sex with. Be cool. Be calm.

“Er—um, I, ah,” Truro mumbled as she pushed away from him.
Oh yeah, smooth, Truro
. “Going camping?” When in doubt state the bleeding obvious. “Are you moving out of the caravan park?” The thought that he might smacked at her hard.
What did I do wrong?

“I think its best.”

Truro shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t care what Murphy did. “Sure, Whatever. Go for it.”
It’s not like I’m going to sit and cry over you.

“I came here for a specific reason.” Murphy reached down to take her bags.

Truro had the perverse need to hold on to them. Why? Maybe it had to do with being seen as capable and not needy. “Oh right, the whole nature thing.”
I cannot compete with Mother Nature. She has the whole Earth under her control. Like I can keep one man from her
.

“That’s right.”

Truro got the feeling she was in the way of a man who had plans. “Well, let me know when you’re moving out.”

“Why?” Murphy reached out to touch her arm.

Truro side stepped him.
Touch me now and I will beg you to stay
. “I need to rent the van out.”

“No other reason?”

“What could there be?” Truro looked at him as calmly as she was able to. She wondered if he remembered that she blurted out she loved him. Or, was he like a lot of men? Did they just expect a woman to feel so grateful for an orgasm that a declaration of love was like a condom? Something that was expected but not always used or believed in?

“If I asked you to come camping with me, would you?”

Yes. No. Camping? Oh puke
. “I would rather stick a needle in my eye.”
Sweet man. Great body. Shame about the camping thing
. “I hate the great outdoors.”

“I seem to remember a moment when—”

“I’m a city girl.” And while making love against a tree had been fantastic it did not compare to a mattress within four walls.

“Ludlum is not the city.” Murphy grinned at her.

Lord, he was always smiling. There has to be something wrong with that. Or am I comical to him
? “Yeah well I’m in transit.”

“For two years?”

Why did everyone keep pointing that out to her? “I ran out of money.” It was not really an excuse that applied any more. Truro had enough money to move on
. So why don’t I?

“Uh-huh.”

Truro’s eye narrowed. “You doubt me? Why would I stay?”

“Maybe there’s a reason for you to be here,” Murphy suggested, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sometimes Truro swore he could see right into her soul. “Or maybe I just have nowhere better to go.” She’d had this same discussion with Bess.

“You know in your heart where you belong.”

Truro shook her head. “Do I?”

“He wasn’t worth losing your heart to him, petal.”

He wasn’t. But you are. Oh who gives a fuck? I can deal with anything. I don’t need love.
“I have stuff to do.”

“You have to let someone inside sometime.”

“You’ve been inside.”

Murphy leaned in and touched her chest. “I mean in here. In your heart.”

Truro gulped louder than she wanted to. “Yeah well, I have to go.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I’ll be home later.”
Wallowing in chocolate ice cream and taking a vow of celibacy.

“I’ll look forward to it.” Murphy stiffened and turned suddenly. His eyes focused on an older man who was limping across the street. “Who’s that?”

Murphy’s reaction puzzled Truro. It was like all his senses were on alert. “He’s a townie roughing it. He checked into the caravan park. Why?”

“No reason.” Yet Murphy kept watching his progress.

No reason. Was anyone ever going to stop and actually explain anything to her? Why all the Secret Squirrel stuff?
“I gotta go.”

———

Six hours later.

“I thought we were supposed to talk?” Truro placed her hands on his bare chest.

“I wanted to relax you first.” Murphy moved his hips against hers. “Ah, that’s better.” He leaned in and licked a lazy, wet path around one of her pink nipples.

Truro moaned softly and raked her hands through his hair. His cock was hard and full and unmoving inside her. Every inch of her body was covered by his. It was the most erotic experience she’d ever had. It was sex but it was more. It was about being joined and allowing your lover to be one with you as you were with them. While friction was excellent, quiet stillness had more meaning. For the first time in her life, Truro wanted nothing more than to just be with this man. No pretense. No act. No display of skills. Just two lovers enjoying each other.

“Wolf man,” Truro raised his head from her breast.

“Yes, petal?”

“What the hell is going on in Ludlum?”

Murphy knew it was time to tell Truro the truth. In his heart, he knew she loved him. With love came trust. He needed her to believe in him and who he was. “Do you believe there are some things that are beyond the realm of the normal world, petal?”

“Like politicians?” Truro’s hands ran down his back to rest on his ass.

May we be like this forever. Joined. At peace. In love. As one
. “No, paranormal beings.” Murphy felt her body stiffen against his. His hand left her breast and cupped her face.
How I love this woman. I will do everything in my power to protect her.
Murphy kissed Truro’s lips in a light tender kiss of promise. “Tell me what you believe in, petal.”

Truro licked her lips. “I believe there are things that happen to people that we will never understand.” Her words sounded careful and deliberate.

Yes. Good. He had always sensed, despite the false front she put up to deflect hurt, Truro was open-minded. “I need to tell you something.”

“Is this about you being a werewolf?”

“Do you believe that?”

Truro arched her eyebrow. “To be honest, I have no idea what to believe anymore.”

Murphy was not surprised. Truro had been thrown into a situation that was completely out of what was normal for most people. “Do you believe werewolves exist?”

“As much as I believe vampires and zombies do.”

How surprised Truro would be if she knew those creatures were as real as she was. Murphy adjusted his hips slightly. He loved being tight inside his woman yet it played havoc with his self-control. “About the wolves—”

“Yes, what about them? Suddenly sleepy old Ludlum is being inundated by people interested in them. You, Lara Croft and even Bess has come down from the hills to talk about them. Not to mention two people out of the blue being attacked. You know we were pretty damn happy as we were in Ludlum before you lot showed up.”

“Lara Croft?” Murphy was confused by this.

“The sheila all dressed in black wearing a scabbard—correction—‘make-up bag’ at her hip.” Truro rolled her eyes. “I think she’s hunting them. Are you?”

“God no.” The thought appalled Murphy. No wild animal should be hunted. “I’m not sure about Lara Croft though.” He was amused by the name Truro used.

“I have to tell you she’s weird.” Her hands played over his ass, kneading the flesh and pushing him farther inside her.

Murphy knew if Truro continued to do that he would not last long. As it was now his control was almost shot. “I believe there is a reason ‘Lara’ is here. One that she’s not even aware of.” But the other woman wasn’t his prime concern. Truro was.

“Huh? What does that mean?” Truro lifted her legs so they wrapped around his waist.

Oh man. Concentrate
. It was hard to do when his ensconced cock wanted to explode through latex. That’s her story—this is ours.”

“Ours?”

“There is a connection between us.”

Truro smiled. “That’s a no brainer. You’re inside me.”

Murphy had to move. It was killing him not to. He groaned softly as his cock began pushing in and out of her body. “What do you feel about us?”

“Well, I’m naked with you, wolf man so—”

“I mean more than sex, petal.”

“I like you.” Her words came out a little choked as his pace increased.

Murphy well remembered when Truro said she loved him. It was the most unforgettable moment of his life. “What do you feel in your heart?” He could feel it beating madly against his. Her eyes were huge with a mixture of fear and wonder.

“I don’t know there’s—oh God.” Truro bit her lip and panted softly. She clutched at Murphy’s shoulders. “I—er, feel something about you but I’m not sure what it is—o-o-ohhh.”

Murphy’s mouth found hers and his kissed her hard as they rode out the wild tremors that racked their bodies. There was something so raw and sensual about holding onto his lover as their bodies found peace. After several minutes he pulled out from her and rolled over to discard the condom. Murphy was pleased and touched the way Truro instantly moved to his body and snuggled against him.
I have found peace.
“I need you to trust me, petal.”

Truro blew out a sigh. “I’m not good at that.”

If only she realized how far she had come with him. “You will be with me.”

“Who are you?”

“Do you really want to know?” Murphy held his breath. He needed her to know. How game was Truro? What he was about to show her would test the beliefs of the strongest person.

“Yes.”

The strength of that one word gave Murphy hope. “Come with me outside.” He sat up and pulled Truro with him out of bed.

Truro dug in her heels at the door of her van. “Let me get some clothes on first.”

“You don’t need them. It’s dark.”

“We’re in the middle of the caravan park and the barbeque boys are perverts.” Truro shivered at her words.

“They won’t see you.” Few human beings could see as well as a wolf and as Truro was his mate, Murphy would protect her against any threat.

Truro nodded. “Yeah,” she conceded. “They’re probably too drunk and passed out to see their own feet.”

Murphy opened the door and helped her down the steps. The moonlight illuminated her body and his cock jerked in reaction.
Now is not the time, man.
He took Truro’s hand. “We’re going beyond the caravan park.”

Truro hesitated. “You know I’m not into the whole nature thing.”

“I’ll look after you.”
With my life. I swear on it.

“And I don’t like spiders.”

Murphy chuckled and wound his around her waist pulling her close. “We’re not going to play with spiders. I need to show you something. It will make you understand who I am.”

———

“So we’re naked wandering around the bush in the dark.” Truro had lived in Ludlum two years yet she had no idea where she was. One tree looked pretty much like another to her. “Where are we going?” Murphy’s step never faulted. He knew the path to take. That was both comforting and odd. How did he know so much when she knew so little? Truro was, after all, the local.

“Yeah, fun huh?” Murphy winked at her.

Lordy, he was gorgeous. The subtle moonlight made every muscle and sinew of his body stand out in glorious male detail. “I guess that depends on how you define fun,” Truro glanced at his cock. It was semi erect.
Now that would be fun to play with
. She pushed away a branch that scratched at her skin. “Is there a point to this wandering aimlessly?” The sudden sound of wolves howling made Truro grab hold of Murphy’s waist. “Crap, they sound close.”
Damn he smelled nice. Sex under the stars would be doable.

Murphy leaned down and kissed her lips. “They will not harm you, petal.”

“How do you know?”
Please kiss me again.

He came to a halt near a small clearing. “I understand them. I am one of them.” Both Murphy’s hands caught hers. “I’m going to ask you to take a leap of faith.”

“Oh God, first I have to wander around the bush naked and now I have to jump? I would rather have pants on to do that.”

Murphy was amused by her words. “Faith, petal. Trusting in something even though it tests every belief you have.”

“Oh right. I knew that. Faith in what? And is it something we both have to do naked in the moonlight. Couldn’t faith be done just as easily in a bedroom?”

“As much as I would love to go back to the bedroom with you, petal, I need to tell you the truth. You deserve that. I also need you to have faith in me.”

“Well, I do.” Truro stopped and looked surprised.
Who’d have thunk it? For the first time in my life, I trust someone.
“I do have faith in you, wolf man.” She watched as Murphy closed his eyes as if letting those words sink in. “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever happens, don’t be scared.” Reluctantly, Murphy pulled away from Truro.

“I have to tell you you’re making me more scared with the ‘whatever happens’ bit.” Truro stood and watched as he walked a short distance away from her. She had to admit her eyes were on his ass. She was a woman after all and that was her ass. Truro felt a familiar surge of wetness between her legs. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so horny. “Why do you have to be all the way over there?” Truro started to move toward her lover. She stopped suddenly, fascinated how the moonlight seemed to concentrate on Murphy.

He turned and smiled at her. “Are you looking at my ass?”

“Maybe.” She stepped forward once more, eager to touch the ass and the man before her.

“Stay away, petal.”