Wolf Frenzy (11 page)

“Why not have a boat?”

You’re impossible.  And a snob. 
“Why not use your money to actually help people instead of helping yourself?”

“Let’s go riding,” he said, leading her back towards the barn with something like hurt in his eyes.  “What do you know about how I spend my resources?”

Kori snorted.  The smaller of the two, stark white with black dashes from hoof to muzzle, snorted right back at her.  Ears pricked, calm eyes dark as the abyss watched her over Donovan’s shoulder.  “I know that you do everything just like every other rich person.  You do just enough for people to say ‘Maybe he isn’t so bad!’ but most of your profit just goes right back out to make you even more.”

Donovan finished saddling the speckled horse, and then handed the reigns off to Kori.  “Ever done this before?”

She barely had time to think about replying, an accusation just barely on the tip of her tongue, when he knelt and shoved one broad shoulder up under her butt.  She was up and over so fast she hardly knew it, and then she was in the saddle while a living creature moved strangely beneath her.  The disconnect between motion and herself made her shake her head, unbelieving.  Donovan pressed the reigns into her hands again, mounted an immense, barebacked stallion with mottled clouds of white and brown, and silently led them both out of the barn and across the start of his nine lonely miles of scrub and sand.

They didn’t speak the entire time.  She knew she’d hurt him but she refused to stay silent any longer about the thoughts in her head.  This situation was nothing she was used to, and even though her stomach hurt at the thought of what a werewolf could to do her when compared with Jason, she couldn’t be wasting energy trying to tiptoe around him.  She didn’t even like him.  Sex was just sex.

But she had never known this kind of sex before.  As the days wore by and they struggled to adjust to each other, sex could and would happen at any moment, during any activity.  As she made his horrible coffee, he would come up and put his hands on her hips.  Or while she took over cooking their breakfast eggs, he slid his hand up the back of her neck and whispered in her ear, “This is taking too long.  I’m bored.”  He joined her in the shower, crept into her bed as she fell to sleep.  They rode the powerful stallion together, and he took her from behind while the animal continued on as sedately as ever.

Occasionally she let herself experiment with doing the same to him.  Since he now handled most of his business ventures through phone calls, she would wander over and sit in his lap, grinding herself just enough into his groin to hear him struggle to speak clearly.  Something inside her swelled, a sweet sensation of being filled and lifted up as she discovered her own sexuality without really knowing what she did.

One thing they did not share was the wolf.  Donovan never changed in front of her, though she was certain he sometimes roamed around as a werewolf when she was asleep or otherwise out of sight.  Sometimes she would enter a room he just left and would smell fur and musk richer than any cologne, but that was all.

That was all, until the day she asked.

He lounged in his weather-controlled dome, the top opened to let heat and light pour in over his body.  Kori sat back in the shade, wearing very little as they both did now.  Peace settled over her, comfortable and easy.  Even when reporters showed up at the gates to press for information on Donovan’s sudden withdrawal from the spotlight, he sent them away again.  There were still no answers but now she no longer felt in such a rush to have any.

Donovan rolled over onto his back, arms folded behind his head.  Dozing off as sunlight glinted along his oil-slick muscles, his eyes were closed. 

He looks so sleepy. 

Smiling to herself, she dropped down onto her hands and knees and crawled across the floor to him.  His head turned slightly in her direction, but he seemed unaware of what she was about to do.

One hand in front of the other, she drew herself closer and closer until her head hovered right over his sleeping member draped over one thigh.  She lowered her head, trying to hold her breath.  He stirred slightly, reaching out one hand for her hair.  As quickly and lightly as she could, she ducked her head down and slid her tongue down his length.  He hardened in the wake of her tongue, swelling beneath the silken heat of her mouth; he rose, and she took the sensitive tip between her lips and sucked softly.

“Kori,” he moaned, reaching out to gently hold her head as he raised his hips up off the tiled floor.  She moved with him, keeping only the tip as he tried to bring himself deeper, sucking softly while caressing his thighs.  His muscles quivered and he moaned again, pulling her head with more urgency now.  Hot breath igniting the sensitive flesh beneath his shaft, she took more of him into her mouth, as much as she could.  Feeling him move hot and alive and rigid, she whimpered with delight as tight coils of fire shot straight down to the core of her being.  Her inner thighs felt wet and shivery with want as she sucked and stroked him with long, luxurious caresses from her tongue.  His hips bucked with the rhythm of her sucking until she held him down playfully and slid her teeth lightly down.  Slowly, torturously slow.

He shook harder and moaned louder, toes beginning to curl.

Who have I become?
Kori thought wonderingly as she let the length of his manhood slip from her mouth. 
What kind of woman have I become, that I can do this? 
She rose up over him, an arm and a hand on either side.  Straddling him as he straddled her that very first night, she looked down into his hazy eyes and guided him into the heart of her femininity as she lowered down.  Never ever in her life had she done this before.  All her flaws were exposed, right there on display.

Doubt struck her so hard she went dizzy, shutting her eyes tight.  Motion whirled around her and she found herself on her back with his body pressed over the length of hers.  Still buried deep inside her, moving gently back and forth to coax her back to her former level of arousal, Donovan rubbed his lips over hers.  She opened her mouth for him but he only drew back enough to speak very softly.  “You don’t have to push yourself,” he murmured.  “I won’t ever make you do that.”

He kissed a trail down from the corner of her mouth and over her collarbone.  Burying his face in her breasts, he kissed and licked every inch of her luscious mounds.  An ocean of desire swelled in her loins, ebbing and flowing like the tide.  She clung to him with her nails dug in, frisson making her breathe rapidly.  He took her swollen nipple in his mouth and worked it with his tongue until she cried out and thrust her pelvis against his.  Grinding deep inside her, clasped in her soaking flower, he rotated his hips in a wide circular motion. 

The feel of his manhood rubbing her walls stole her mind away, pleasure taking over.  His sucking increased, great pulls of arousal drawing from the well between her legs as it began to overflow and spill over.  She lost herself, crying out, planting her hands on his chest and feeling his own nipples peak hard against her palms.

Who am I?
She wondered again in the very back of her mind, as he pierced her again and again.  The question rang with her screams as her back arched and she thrust on him as he filled her with a searing heat.  And when it was over and she lay tangled in his arms, the question altered slightly. 
Who are you?

Do we even know anymore?

Sweet murmured words whispered in the midst of a nuzzle, Donovan stroked her back to soothe her trembling muscles.  “You look like you have a question.”

“Was it good?” she asked weakly, and he laughed softly for her before lightly tapping her nose.  The gesture startled her.  When had they become so close?

“It always is.”  His gleaming eyes withheld nothing from her.  Doubt almost overtook her again, though.  He never said anything against her, never complained.  How could that be?

“Will you show me?”

“Show you?”  He drew back slightly. 

“Your wolf.”

He shook his head.  Disappointment rocked her.  “That’s not a good idea, Kori.  I don’t show off for other people.”

“What were you doing when you saved me?”

“Not showing off.  I had some free time, wanted a run.”

“Six hours away from home?”

He frowned.  “Yes, actually.  You would be surprised how stressful my life is.”

“I can’t imagine.”  She let her hands roam down his side, relishing in the feel of him.  “But I’ve already seen you before.  But it was the middle of the night.  Don’t you think I deserve to see you better?”

“Why?”

She couldn’t answer.

He drew away from her and sat up, placing his hands between his knees to watch her with his head tilted slightly.  Shaggy hair fell across his forehead, mussed away from the perfection of the rest. 

The air around him seemed to vibrate rapidly, like heat distortion rising from baked desert sand.  She thought she saw the hair on his arms and chest thicken and spread, the stubble along his jawline sprouting rapidly, but the change was too fast for her eyes to truly catch.  One moment he was there and in the next, a wolf sat in his place with gleaming amber eyes brighter than the sun.  Ears pricked with interest, Donovan stayed utterly still and just watching.

His fur was iron and rust, dashingly handsome from silvering snout to the tip of his tail as it stirred uneasily on the floor behind him.  Those paws were colossal, as large as human hands, tipped with jagged nails meant for ripping.  They clicked on the floor as she watched, his toes flexing.

This is who he really is. 

Unbidden, her hand rose to stroke his cheek.  His sharply-featured face tilted towards her fingers.

Pain shrieked into her shoulder as fangs of agony impaled her there.  She screamed and fell back, terrified and bewildered as a concussive sound followed in nearly the same instant.  Donovan hadn’t moved.  His expression hadn’t registered yet.

And she couldn’t get any air.

Gun
, the animal howled almost before he saw.  Kori’s body jerked in the same moment as glass on the far side of the dome burst inward with a baleful shattering.  Horror gripped his heart as Kori looked at him with terrible confusion and accusation, as though she thought he had bitten her. 

Clamping her hand over her shoulder made her scream, as blood started to pump between her fingers. 

A dark vehicle loomed out of nowhere, windows blacked out.  Someone withdrew quickly back inside the car, smoking black muzzle glinting as sunlight hit it. 

Starker, stronger than he ever knew before, rage surged up inside him.  Already he could hear shouting, the spooks who watched his property to prevent things like this from happening suddenly appearing as if from nowhere.  Three men with glasses ran for the door of the dome, two of them with fingers to their earpieces while the one in the lead barked out unintelligible orders.  Coming to protect him, to stop him. 

Springing to his paws, Donovan pushed Kori down to the ground roughly, wincing as she sobbed with pain. 
I’m sorry
, he thought, and then turned his sights on the fleeing vehicle.  Two lunges carried him forward.  He lowered his head and slammed into the glass wall of the dome as hard as he could.  Cracks formed and he bounced off, landing on his feet again to turn in a tight circle and leaping again.  His paws shoved through, shards raining down on his broad shoulders and sliding harmlessly off thick fur as he hit the ground on the other side.  His nose stung, blood from a deep cut sluicing through his whiskers to the corner of his mouth.

Snarling, Donovan threw back his head and howled, screaming frustration inside his head.  And then he ran, taking bounding leaps that barely skimmed the surface of the sand; faster and faster, stretching out his paws as far in front of his stretched-out nose as possible.  Tail whipping behind him, he lowered his head into the run, barking and growling at the rear of the escaping van.  And though he had no idea how fast they were driving, it wasn’t fast enough.

Pushing himself to boundaries he hadn’t known his wolf body possessed, he gathered all his muscles tight for one final leap as the car swerved and would have turned faster than he could follow.  He sailed through the air and curled his paws around the edges of the car, slamming his forehead against the rear windshield.

Get out!
He howled, and clawed at the car with his back paws.  Screams from within and the car jerked into a fishtailing halt, throwing him hard to the ground.  All the breath rushed out of his lungs.  A car door opened and a resounding click echoed in his mind.  He saw the bullet piercing his brain, he saw Kori dying in a puddle of blood; he saw these vile people getting out of this situation and going on to cause harm to the loved ones of others.

He exploded off the ground, black moths crowding his vision, and clamped his fangs down on the wrist of the hand holding the gun.  Someone screamed as bone crunched.  Before the gun even hit the ground, he landed and twisted around to surge up between the legs of a second attacker, throwing him to the ground and cracking the back of his head against a protruding stone at the foot of a dune.

He threw himself around to the front windshield and leapt up, hardly knowing when he turned back into a human.  The rest of the attackers cowered behind the glass as he hammered it with his fists, screaming obscenely, tears flying as his head tossed.  He howled and beat the car, teeth flashing, seeing nothing but the pale face of the woman he took into his house against his will, slowly turning red.

That was how the whole world found him, cameras live and flashing.  And that was how he was taken away, leaving billions of people to wonder who Kori was.  He called her name over and over as police and broad men in all-black bundled him into an armored car and drove him away.

“Kori?”

She didn’t look up, staring down at her hands.  The pain in her shoulder was somewhere far away, just having been delivered her medicine only half an hour ago.  All she wanted to do was sleep.  That was all she had done, in this frigid hospital room, utterly silent through all the questioning.  She barely gave them anything, hardly even daring to whisper her name.