Shadow of the Wolf(19)

His arms tightened around her. "I'll protect you both. You have my word on that."

She didn't even have to think over everything he'd already done to  protect her. "I know." The soft wonder in his face was worth her show of  trust. She smiled and fed him a bit of sandwich. Hmm.

Maybe we can work this out after all.





Chapter Seven


It didn't take long to get everything packed back into the car. Gareth  volunteered to drive Annabelle, leaving Christopher alone with his mate  and a burning need to let the wolf free. The two women exchanged quick  hugs, and they were off, heading back to Christopher's house and the  problems that hadn't gone away. If anything, the new threat Cole had  obliquely uttered had upped the stakes considerably. Lana would never  forgive herself, or him, if anything happened to Annabelle.

And still, the only thing he could think about was his need to rip his clothing off his body and run until he collapsed.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten? Most days it wasn't a problem,  because he'd made sure it wasn't one. He'd even gone to a college in the  suburbs, living in a place that had a good wooded area behind it for  short runs. It was a lesson he'd learned from his parents. His relatives  might work in the city but they lived outside it.

Now, thanks to his illness, he hadn't run in two days, and the wolf was  anxious to get out of its cage. The only reason he could think of for  the wolf to be so itchy to get out was the fact that they had yet to  fully claim their mate. "Once we're back at the house, Gareth and I will  be going for a run."

"All right." She put her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her seeping  through the rough denim. Suddenly his wolf's urges were heading in a  completely different direction, one that had his cock rock hard enough  to drill holes in steel. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He could think of a few things she could do that might help. Unzipping  his fly, lowering her head, taking his prick out of his pants, sucking  it into the warm cavern of her mouth …

"Chris? You might want to pull over."

He looked at her. "Why?"

She gestured with her chin towards the steering wheel. "Your hands are sprouting fur."

"Fuck." He pulled over. Luckily they'd already left the city, but they were still on a major highway.

He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

He couldn't understand it. He should have more control than this.

Her hand tried to leave his thigh. His growling response startled even him. "Chris?"

The fear in her voice nearly killed him. He reached for the door handle,  ignoring her when she reached into her purse, determined to get away  from her before his wolf got the better of him. He was terrified of what  he would do to her if that should happen.

She reached out and began to stroke his hair, freezing him in his tracks.

"Artemis who guards the night

Aid us now in our plight.

Man and beast within collide;

Bring forth the man to guide.

By your hand, by my decree.

As I will so mote it be."

She pressed something into the palm of his hand, stroking his fingers  over it, using her own to guide him, her other still tangled in his  hair. Her quiet chant continued, her soft voice something both he and  the wolf could focus on. The feel of the cool stone helped center him,  guided the man back to the surface and dominance.

"Lana?"

"Shh. It's okay, Chris. I've got you." Sweat beaded her brow, her voice tired. "This wasn't natural, Chris."

He ground his teeth. Fucking Cole again. There must have been more of the wolf hair than I thought.

"He must have held back some of the wolf hairs from the earlier spell."

"He was trying to force the wolf out, tried to nullify the contract we have with it."



She shook her head. "I don't think he can do that. I think he did try to  bring out your wolf, but it wouldn't have hurt me. I'm sure of it."

He wasn't. She hadn't felt the raw hunger his wolf had blasted him with.  But the wolf lay docile now under her palm, ready to beg for more  caresses from his mate.

He opened his fingers and stared down at the milky white gem in his hand. "Moonstone?"

"I invoked Artemis." She grinned wearily. "And you are a werewolf."

He snorted, too tired to argue with her. "I'm sorry if I scared you."

Her fingers shifted, closing his around the moonstone again. "I think  you scared yourself more than you scared me." She shifted in her seat.  "Are you all right to drive?"                       
       
           



       

He nodded. Already he could feel his strength returning. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good." She yawned. "Wake me when we get there, okay?"

"Lana?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

She blew him a kiss. "Welcome."

He began to drive, comforted by the sound of her breathing. She slipped  into a doze, eventually sliding completely into sleep. He understood now  why Becketts withered and died when their mates did.

It had been two days, and already he couldn't imagine living without her.

Now he just had to get her to understand she could live with him.



* * * *

The next morning Lana woke to find herself in Chris's arms again. He'd  tugged and prodded until she'd sleepily agreed to follow him upstairs.  She hadn't been awake enough to realize he'd led her straight into his  bedroom, and now here she was with her own warm werewolf at her back.  Frankly, saying anything about it at this point was probably stupid. The  man had already had the milk, after all. No sense in complaining about  the fact that he'd stolen the cow and was getting set to raid the barn  and move into the house.

"Chris."

His arm tightened slightly around her waist. He mumbled something incoherent.

She poked at his arm with her finger. It barely gave, the flesh tight over corded muscle. "Chris."

"Sleepin'."

"I noticed. But I need to get up."

"Nuh-uh. Sleepin'." He buried his face in her hair.

She'd only woken up with him twice and already she could see a pattern emerging. "It's morning."

"It's dark."

"How can you tell it's dark if you're sleeping?"

He sighed roughly. "Because I opened my eyes long enough to look."

She patted his arm. "You have to let me up. I need to get ready for work."

"Can you get a job where you don't need to be up at o'dark hundred?"



She could hear both man and wolf whining in his voice. She was having a  hard time holding back her smile. He sounded like a little boy whose  favorite toy was being taken away. "I like my job, thank you."

He sighed. "I guess that means I have to be up, too." He rolled over,  pulling her on top of him. Once again she realized she was naked. It was  hard to miss when his hardening cock was nudging her opening. "Geez,  you're a demanding wench."

"Excuse mmph?" Her reply was lost when he pulled her down, kissing her  like a starving man. Her traitorous body responded, bucking back with a  squeal when he slapped his hand against her ass.

She reared up, breaking the kiss, startled at the feral look in his eyes. "Chris?"

His gaze drifted over her, the possession in it more of a turn-on than  anything she'd ever experienced before. "I want you on your hands and  knees."

She licked her lips, her body trembling at the command. The expression  on his face, a feral need directed solely at her, would have been  terrifying on another man.

On him it was hotter than hell.

She bent, and turned, and presented her ass to him, straddling his body.  His cock was at her lips, bobbing gently, the tip glistening with  pre-cum.

"Suck it."

She leaned down and licked the drop, tasting the salty sweetness,  savoring the flavor. She took the head into her mouth, her head bobbing  gently, more and more of him slipping between her lips until her nose  was buried in the wiry curls at the base of his cock.

His knees bent, his hands stroking over her ass. "Eat my cock, little  witch." He smacked the globe of her ass, making her moan around the hot  flesh in her mouth. "Suck it until I tell you to stop."

She dragged her mouth up his cock, stopping long enough to lash the head  with her tongue before once again taking him to the root.

"That's it, Lana." He smacked her ass again, making her tremble. "You like that, little witch?"

She didn't respond, too busy loving his cock.

He gently thrust up, showing her the rhythm he wanted. Every now and  then a smack would land on her ass, making her shake and quiver.

No one had ever spanked her before, not like this. The urge to beg him  to take her was beginning to override the need to taste his cum.

"You want me to fuck you, Lana? You want me inside you?"

She was nodding before he'd finished, sucking extra hard on the head of his cock.

"Fuck! Stop, Lana!" His hand landed one more time on her ass. "Move to  the edge of the bed and grab the footboard. Whatever you do, do not let  go. You hear me?"