Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

“Cora? Are you all right in there?” A sinking feeling hit Wolf. She didn’t answer him.
This can’t be over before it even gets started
. “Cora?” he called, fighting down his fear. Again no answer. He felt along the top of the trim above the door. He found the key. With a deep breath, he unlocked the door, opening it, dreading what he might discover.

She sat on the closed lid of the toilet, her face in her hands. Wolf’s quick relief at seeing her gave way to concern. He went in, kneeling beside her. In a flash, he knew what to do. He took her hands in his and kissed her, a simple brushing of his lips against hers.

“There are towels in that cabinet. I’ll go find you something you can sleep in tonight. Call me if you need me. For anything. Because I need you.” He left her alone to take her bath. It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

Chapter Seven:

A Warm Bath

Wolf left, shutting the bathroom door behind him. Cora sighed. She stood up, going to the cabinet and taking out a couple of towels.
Yes, a nice hot bath would be perfect
. She turned the water on. While the tub filled, she took her clothes off.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling right now
. She was more than a little bemused.
I should be terrified, but I’m not.
Being there, in that little ranch house alone with Wolf, somehow felt right. She ran a hot bath then got in, leaning back, relaxing, resting her head on the tub.

The little house reminded her of the place she’d grown up. The only difference being the desert. She’d grown up in the swamps of Louisiana. These men were hard workers, good, honest men whose wealth was in their land. They reminded her of her brothers.

What about Jean-Paul?
Cora allowed herself a small wry smile. Jean-Paul Le Templier would ask her if the cowboys wore spurs and did they use them on her. The strong desire at that thought made her whole body tingle. The only thing she had no doubt about in all this was Jean-Paul. He would be intrigued.
“You know, mon amour,”
he would say,
“I think the chaps would look good on me, no?”
She almost laughed aloud.

Her thoughts turned to Wolf as the hot water melted the tension away. He was sexy, gorgeous, everything she always dreamed of. He was not human though. He turned into a thing like those that chased her in the desert. How did she deal with that? How did she deal with the fact she wanted him so much she ached? The thought of him coming into the bathroom and climbing into the bathtub with her made her shiver with anticipation. She wondered what would happen if she willed him to come to her. After all, it worked in the books she’d read.

* * * *

Wolf sat in the kitchen sipping his coffee. He heard Cora, the tone of her thoughts, her wishes. She was the one. There would never be another.

When he had discovered what he was, he had run wild for a while. With his parents dead, no one had been there for him when his true form manifested for the first time. When he woke covered in blood after that first time, Wolf had run and never looked back. He still didn't know if the blood had belonged to his foster parents. Wolf spent the next several years turning tricks at truck stops and running wild in the desert. Until he'd picked out a tall, solidly built man one fateful night and everything changed.

Wolf sighed. His dick ached at the thought of the first night with Rafe when he'd learned what he was. And what he could be. He had made some bad choices until he met Rafe. Rafe managed to tame him, much the way they both were taming Dale. He liked to think he and Dale brought some lightness into Rafe’s seriousness in return.

They’d come a long way from the days when they fought for their right to form their own small Pack. He sighed. Nowhere else on this planet would they have been able to be together. The Dead Man council was more liberal than any other he’d ever heard of, allowing their orphan Pack and even a few lone Werewolves to live in the area. They had the ranch and each other. The only thing missing, the female to complete them, had dropped into their lap this night. Now he chose a
chienne de loup-garou
, a Werewolf bitch, for them all. He thought she was a good choice.

Wolf listened to Cora’s call, smiling. She wanted him to come to her, wanted him as much as he wanted her. He took a sip of his coffee, forcing himself to take his time, letting the anticipation grow. A white-hot fire burned in his groin, centered behind his dick.

He put the cup down, unable to ignore the call any longer. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. Wolf turned the knob, pushing the door open. The hot water and soap couldn’t mask Cora’s scent. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching her, listening to the soft splash of water. Her head bowed, her eyes closed as she slid the washcloth over her raised leg.

Wolf stepped inside. He closed the door. The fine tremor in his hands spread to the rest of his body.
Shit
. He paused for a long moment, his mouth suddenly dry as dust. He’d felt this way twice before in his life. The night he turned his first trick for food and a place to stay, then again on the night he’d been about to fuck Rafe for the first time. Both events had changed his life. When he followed through, when he fucked her, everything would change again. The idea scared him. A lot. He couldn’t let this chance pass by, though. Their survival depended on it.

She opened her eyes, raising her head to look at him. He walked toward her, toward his future. She tilted her head to one side, waiting. He wanted to touch her, to find out what she felt like, tasted like, sounded like as he fucked her. He stopped beside the tub, gazing down at her perfect breasts.

She looked up at him, the fire in her eyes matching the one in his blood. “Something you want, Wolf?”

“You.” He stepped into the bathtub with her. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? How much I need you?”

He knelt, ignoring the water soaking into his boots and jeans. He needed to touch her, running his fingertips over her shoulders. Her skin was like silk left in the sun too long. He moved to her collarbone then down over her breasts, tracing slow circles around her hardened nipples. “So soft,” he whispered.
The guys are nothing like this
. The thought both unnerved and excited him.

Raising one hand to her cheek, he began to explore her face. Fingertips slipped feather-light over eyebrows, cheekbones, jawline, until his thumb brushed over her parted lips. Wolf pushed both hands into her silky soft hair, sliding one hand to the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss. He tasted her at last, sliding his mouth down over her throat to the hollow there, then down between her breasts. Her breath caught when he took one nipple into his mouth.

She tasted sweet, right. A primal need rose inside him. He sucked, swirling his tongue over the velvet flesh before pulling away. A pang of separation rocked him, driving him to tighten his hold on her, covering her nipple once more, sucking harder, before moving to the other nipple.

Cora’s hands tightened on his shoulders, pushing him back. “Don’t push me away.” He frowned, protesting softly. She quieted his half-formed complaint, trailing her hand down his chest until she found the first button on his shirt. Wolf watched her unbutton it, sliding it off his shoulders. He sat back, discarding the shirt. Leaning forward, he slid an arm around her waist, claiming her lips again.

She twined her arms around him, running her fingers down his spine to the waistband of his soaked jeans. He shivered when she pushed her hands under the fabric, moaning softly. He moved from her lips to her throat, his kiss growing more urgent. The need to bite, to subdue his mate, surged through him. Pulling her to her knees, he closed his teeth against the soft skin at the base of her neck, nipping her.

Somehow, he managed to unbuckle his belt, jerking it free in one swift movement. Cora unzipped his jeans, drawing another low moan from him as his erect cock sprang free. She moved her fingers under the waistband, this time pushing them down his hips. “Oh gods, Cora,” he growled when she slipped her hand between his legs.

They stood together in the bathtub. He gripped her ass, pulling her closer. When she raised her leg, he caught it, moving it over his hip. He bent his knees, holding her tighter, lifting her into his arms. She moaned as he slowly slid her down onto his erect dick.

“Oh, Wolf.” She tightened her arms around him.

“Hold on,” he whispered. “I’m going to carry you to my bedroom.” He stepped out of the tub. His wet jeans slid down his legs, hampering his movements as he carried her toward the door and opened it. She whimpered softly as he walked across the hall into the bedroom he shared with the others.

He tripped. His knees hit the edge of the bed. They fell onto it, the jolt making her cry out. Lying on top of her with his dick buried in her felt like heaven. Wolf managed to toe off his soggy boots, kicking his wet jeans to the floor. From the sounds she made, he thought she enjoyed the process. Pushing against her to move them further onto the bed, he drove deeper into her.

Her skin reminded him of satin as he moved his hands over her body. He lowered his head and covered her mouth in a deep searching kiss. The sweet taste of her mouth made his head spin. Holding onto his control, he began to move. He wanted this to last.

She moaned, arching her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. He rose up to gaze down at her. His fingers found her nipple, rolling it, tugging gently. She gasped. A wicked half smile flashed across his face. Suddenly he moved, rolling them over so she was on top. Cora caught his hands, pinning them over his head. A breathless laugh escaped him.

He caught hold of the rails of the brass headboard, arching up into her with a hard thrust of his hips. She kissed his chest, her hair brushing against his skin as she licked his nipples. “Oh, gods, Cora, this is wonderful.” He groaned, his voice lust-roughened, breathless. Cora slid her hands down his sides as she sat up, driving him deeper inside.

She moaned, grinding herself against him. He tightened his grip on her hips. It felt good inside her. He belonged there. She was his. Gritting his teeth, he bit back another moan. He was losing control. The change was coming. Panic surged through him. He needed to stop it. His hands moved down the tops of her thighs then back to her waist, urging her to lie against him. He needed to dominate her, to regain control. He rolled over on top of her again.

Wolf moved slower. She was close to coming, making soft whimpering sounds as he fucked her. She pulled at him, sliding her hands over his back and down the cleft of his ass.

“Uhn, gods.” He groaned at her nails raking down his back.

“Fuck me, Wolf,” she whispered, her lips against his once more. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and tasted blood. Hers, his, it didn’t matter. His balls drew up.

He gasped, crying out, calling her name. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks. Suddenly his body convulsed, shuddering as he pulsed inside her. He threw his head back and howled. She tightened around him, letting her orgasm wash over her.

* * * *

He collapsed, going limp against her. She tried to catch her breath, lying there with a slight smile on her face. He smiled. Sex with his Pack was always good, but this sex was different, better in a way he couldn’t explain. He moved off her, turning onto his side to look at her.

“What do I do now? How do I make you happy?” He gazed at her, trailing hesitant fingers over her cheek.

Cora caught his hand. She brought it to her lips, kissing his palm. “What do you want to do?”

“With Rafe or Dale I’d have just turned over and gone to sleep.” He shrugged, a little embarrassed. “You’re special. You deserve more.” He brushed his thumb over her lips.

She caught his hand again and kissed his fingers, sending a shiver through him. “What do you usually do with your girlfriends?”

“I don’t know. You’re the first woman I’ve ever fucked.” Wolf sighed. “The only one I’ll ever have.”

He could see he startled her. She reached out and tucked a strand of silky black hair behind his ear.

“Sleep with me,” he whispered at last, so softly she almost couldn’t hear him. “Hold me.”

Without a word, she reached out, pulling him into her arms. Wolf sighed, laying his head on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, throwing one leg over her, snuggling as close as he could get. He couldn’t remember feeling as good as he did at that moment. He heard himself purring for the first time since childhood as he drifted off to sleep. The last time he’d purred his mother had been alive. Before the bad times, before the succession of foster homes, before Rafe found him.