I blink, staring at the fireplace, feeling warm and toasty. It feels like I’m glowing.
Shit. What am I doing right now? I can’t seem to make myself do anything. I just soak in the warm and strangely amazing feeling of being cuddled by him.
His finger dances down my spine, between my butt cheeks, and then inside me again. He growls once more, and then draws that finger back out, bringing wetness with it, that he trails across my back door and up my crack. I shiver and my nipples tingle.
My inner thighs are wet. And this bed still isn’t made properly. The sheet has come completely off its remaining corner. The pillow has an old and dusty, faintly musty odor to it.
I wiggle my nose in distaste.
“What is it?” his deep voice rumbles. “What’s wrong?” he prompts, nudging me with his nose at my cheek when I don’t immediately answer.
“The pillow smells funny.”
Of all the things I can tell him about what’s wrong, I say that? Not that he essentially kidnapped me after breaking my car and then dicked me into a coma before feeding me peaches, dicking me again, and not to mention the fact I’m lying here in a puddle of hot sex juice that he’s essentially playing in, like a little kid in a bathtub filled with plastic toys.
“The house has been closed up for a long time. Think of whatever you feel we need, and we’ll get it today.” He squeezes me.
Get it today. We’ll get it today? Oh. I’ll have an opportunity to get away from him.
“Then we’ll come back here and maybe you can work with me to get the den, ah… house to smell nice. I’ll get rid of all the dust.”
My brain really does feel foggy. He repositions me, getting more comfortable. He stares into my eyes and the expression is kind of puppyish. I get lost in bright green pools. His mouth descends and lips touch mine softly. My hand finds his jaw and I get lost in a kiss. My body breaks out in goosebumps. God, he’s gorgeous. I don’t even know him. He tastes so good. And the way he smells? Not to mention the way he’s looking at me? He’s…
His head jerks back and he looks at the window. His nostrils flare and his lip curls in an angry way that has chills trilling up my spine. His body is completely rigid.
A noise outside makes his body lock tighter and he goes even more alert, pulling away from me, standing up and getting his jeans on.
“Stay here,” he orders and slips out shirtless and shoeless.
I sit up, pulling the quilt up to cover my nakedness.
At the motion, I feel all sorts of his halfway-to-boiling hot cum leaking out of me, feeling like massage oil.
Shit. I do up my bra and reach for yesterday’s ripped panties and use them to wipe between my legs before I slip on my black panties. I get up and look out the window, peering from behind the mostly closed curtains. I see him standing there, chest out, talking to another man (another attractive man, in fact) who looks like he’s around the same build and the same age – late twenties, early thirties, maybe. Short dark hair, but there’s a resemblance between their profiles. A strong one. Brothers?
Suddenly, a black wolf bursts from Tyson’s body, quite literally, he’s just gone from man to animal in less than a snap and I see the jeans dropping to pool at his legs. I grip the curtains tight.
As he steps out of them, kicking them back behind him, the other man has a brown wolf burst from his body and the same thing happens to his jeans and boots, fabric of the guy’s shirt splitting and falling to the ground.
What a crazy sight. Not as if there’s skin being shed, just that the wolf bursts out. The Tyson wolf is showing his teeth. The brown wolf isn’t. I throw Tyson’s shirt on over my head and get it mostly buttoned before I find myself running outside onto the porch, a poker from beside the living room’s fireplace in my hand.
There’s a loud, deep bark. Tyson, in wolf form has barked at me and I freeze. That bark’s depth felt like it came from the earth beneath me. Iciness sweeps straight through me.
I see that the chocolate brown wolf is standing there, looking almost submissive with his head down in front of Tyson.
Tyson backs away from him, but not in a way that I take as a retreat because he gets directly in front of me and it’s obvious he’s protecting me.
I stand frozen and in shock. Standing in front of me, he’s almost as tall as me on all fours. I’ve never seen a wolf this large in my life. Obviously, werewolves are bigger than ordinary wolves.