Bright sunlight and strong arms holding her close brought Emily awake. She was on her side and sprawled half on top of his warmth with her cheek against his chest. His eyes closed and his face peaceful, she inhaled deeply. Bringing her hand up, she touched one finger to the skin beside her cheek. Soft but hard she allowed her hand, with a feather touch, to glide over his chest and then travel higher.The whisper of a touch brought him awake. Not opening his eyes, her smell enveloped him. Incredibly soft fingers trail from his chest to his neck. The soft caress became a gentle poke and he couldn't help but smile. Her hand jerked away. He peered between his eyelids. Her eyes were downcast and using his hand he tilted her face to his gaze. His voice, gruff with sleep whispered, "I need touch like you. My body is different, hard where yours is soft." Taking her hand, he placed it back on his chest. Her fingers balled into a fist and didn't move. Connecting with her mind, he couldn't help
His voice thickened but he spoke slowly and evenly, "No Emily, you are a werewolf, a species of beastkind. Your wolf is beautiful, you are beautiful. Kinsee, the child we saw yesterday, is also beastkind. She is sweet and funny and would love to be your friend, but you scared her." His voice grew firm, "We don't believe in demons. There are over a hundred werewolves here and thousands around the world. We don't harm humans unless they try to harm us. Many stay separate but some of us live among humans if we choose. The wolves here belong to my pack; I am their leader, their alpha. This is where you are safe and where you can let your wolf free." He waited but she would not meet his gaze. He began removing his clothing. "Look at me Emily."Ocean blue eyes cautiously traveled upwards, his body, muscled strength, alluring, so different, so perfect. His deep penetrating gaze caught and held hers. In a blink, a large black wolf replaced the man. She scrambled out of the chair but the beast
Bemused, Brandt cherished every change in her facial muscles and relished her wild, musky scent. He craved a time when they would finally run free side by side.Snapping his head up, a scent grazed his nostrils interrupting his thoughts. Against his direct orders there was another werewolf coming toward them. It was Clem's brother Zeb and without breaking stride, he walked within twenty-five feet of Brandt and Emily. Showing no submission, he glared into Brandt's eyes.Brandt's rage flared. Emily's look of fear and uncertainty increased his fury. Channeling his anger, he focused on the other werewolf. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said and followed his words with a low deadly growl."I'm here to challenge." Zeb could feel the hot violent pressure swirling around his alpha but he wasn't backing down and he wasn't lowering his eyes."You're a dead wolf.""It won't be easy to kill me. I'm not my brother." Spitting on the ground, Zeb's loathing and resentment exuded from his voice
Emily's mind traveled back to the blood and unrecognized body on the floor of her cell. The body of her mother and the only person she knew during her life. She killed her mother and she had no doubt God sent this demon to punish her for her sin.Loosening his hold, he ran slow meticulous fingers over her trembling back. Pulling her hair slightly at the base of her neck, he drew her mouth to his. Soft at first, then demanding, his teeth nipped gently on her lower lip, kissing the side of her mouth and then stroking inside again.Control: he fought his need to take her on the couch and sink his body into hers, the body of his mate.Control damn it.He disengaged his mouth from her soft lips and looked at her with violent intensity. He used his words to satisfy her wolf, "I killed your father. I tore him to pieces and relished his blood. Your mother was not the only woman he took by force. Two of the females he attacked gave birth. Those children grew up with the pack. You have a sis
Brandt tried to keep Emily busy. They took fifteen minutes and straightened up the cabin for guests. Clothing was another problem, knowing she had nothing appropriate for company he stayed in sweats so she would feel comfortable. He brushed her hair and because of the earlier braid, it flowed down her back in gentle ripples. It was pure silk and the color of white gold.His voice was gruff when he spoke. "Dominique will keep her eyes down. She gets nervous easily and your scent will worry her. The power that makes you alpha is growing; I can feel it and smell it. If you stay calm, she will too but any agitation will cause upset. This will happen with most wolves you encounter. They look to me for security and soon, they will look to you for the same."Emily's eyes conveyed a slight understanding and he felt she would be okay. The power that made her alpha, oozed from her pores and made it instinct to protect those weaker.He unlocked and opened the door when Cheri let him know they
Years of loneliness and abuse poured out. Her voice remained monotone though she could not control the change in her scent and it weighed heavily throughout the room. Anguish, despair, and hopelessness continued year after year. Her words described a small tortured child becoming a lonely and sad woman."Carolynn gave me crayons and white paper. I drew pictures with bright colors. I loved them. She brought me tape so I could put them on the walls. I knew she didn't care for me, but at those times, I thought some day she would. I loved green and blue but yellow was my favorite. I drew drawings from my memories of the bible storybook pictures. I drew the sheep that walked in my mind. Carolynn told me that demon's kill sheep. She told me I was born evil and I would be the devil's hand if she let me out of the cellar."Brandt's arms traveled around her midriff giving her a gentle squeeze."My mother had favorite passages in the bible and she read those to me over and over, 'Beware of fa
The sunlight peeked through the curtains while they ate breakfast. Then Brandt grabbed the comforter off the bed. Taking Emily's hand, he led her outside and down the steps of the porch. A direct patch of sunlight fell through the trees where he shook out the blanket. Pulling her down beside him, he lay back.It was early in the day but the summer heat made it warmer than most wolves liked. He didn't think it would bother her. Rolling over he drew her close and then without warning rolled them off the blanket onto the pine needles.Giggles spilled from her lips. His hand came up and with gentle fingers he picked the long pokey needles from her now ruffled hair. "I want you to smell the soil and feel it in your pores. This smell is freedom and magic. The earth feeds the magic and we need to spend time outdoors being wolves. After you are good and dirty, I want us to change. You need to explore the differences in our wolf forms. It's miraculous and the only way to explain is to show yo
Emily's hand followed the path of her eyes past his belly button. His large erection extended up from the patch of hair between his thighs. She touched hard silky flesh, this amazing part of him, completely different from her. He expelled a low growl and her eyes snapped to his."I don't have one of these," she said with soft wonder."Oh God," he groaned."God?""God has nothing to do with this," was his tight response. "It's a figure of speech. When you touch me this way, it feels like the most incredible thing on this planet but it leads to other amazing things and now is not the time.""What if I want it to be the time?""I am most definitely not going to survive this." Gently, he unlocked her fingers and moved her hands to his chest. "Your body was made to receive mine." His hand trailed down past her breasts and traveled to the soft down between her legs. This is where my body wants to be. It's a special place and only for me." His finger gently entered the soft moist openin