Claimed by the Mate, Volume 1 (14 page)

She smiled at Cain. She was getting way too far ahead of herself. She could worry about Internet service later. Maybe she should be worrying about tonight … or just looking forward to it. “You don't need to apologize. I think I'd like to know more, maybe when Brad gets back,” she said. When Cain's eyes went wide, she knew he wasn't expecting her answer. Everyone had her pegged as such a prude, but she wasn't. Not at all. She was just cautious. She had every reason to be.

“Really? You don't think we're crazy?”

“Well, I didn't say that.” She gave him a cheeky grin and he wrapped his palm around her neck and pulled her close for a long, deep kiss.

If her lips hadn't been swollen before, they certainly would be now.

*   *   *

The walk back to the lodge only took a few minutes—not nearly long enough for Cherry to process everything that had happened today. She probably should have been sore, but she felt fantastic. Cain had been an ideal lover—thoughtful and sincere, teasing and funny—and his conversational subject matter after their marathon sex had certainly been fascinating.

Her head was still spinning, but in surprisingly great directions.

They passed by the pool where the three women from LA were hanging out with four men and a couple of wolves she didn't recognize. There was no sign of Brad or Trak, though she saw a large wolf lying on the deck in the shade. As she got closer, she recognized it as the one she'd decided—if these men actually were werewolves—was Evan.

A quick glance around the premises confirmed that Evan the man was nowhere in sight. Significant or merely coincidence? She glanced down at their hands—hers tightly clasped in Cain's—and wondered if she was merely losing her mind or if, at some point, Cain and Brad would tell her that no, she was just fine.

They were the ones with the issues. Furry issues.

And these were the same men who wanted her as the feminine third of their ménage?

She had to fight to keep from laughing. She really was losing her mind, but going off the deep end shouldn't feel this glorious, should it?

If she hadn't been such a huge fan of paranormal romances, hadn't steeped herself in the lore surrounding werewolves and the rules that governed their nature—and for every book she read there was a different set of rules—she'd never be wondering such an outrageous thing.

And if she was a truly intelligent woman and her suspicions were confirmed, would she actually be considering what Cain had suggested? Would an intelligent woman, with little more than suspicions that men were capable of changing into wolves, accept a proposal to become the mate of not just one, but two of them?
Hell, yes.
That decision was easy enough to reach. She was still smiling when they reached her cabin. Cain paused at the top step and rested his hands on her shoulders. “I don't want to leave you, but I have to go work on dinner, and you probably want a nap.”

She nodded. A shower wouldn't sound bad, either. They'd gone back into the pond for a final dip after using the last condom, but she wanted a chance to wash her hair, and time alone to think about what she and Cain had done. What he'd proposed. “I'll meet you at the lodge for dinner, okay?”

“I'll be there. I'm cooking tonight.” He rested his chin on top of her head as he held her close. “I'll warn you ahead of time, I'm not nearly as good a cook as Trak or Brad, but we all like to take a turn. Tonight you suffer through my feeble attempts.”

“Oh, really?” She leaned back in his embrace. “And what are you making?”

“It's actually already made, thank goodness, because we're a lot later getting back than I expected. I just need to put it in the oven. Veggie lasagna, green salad, and garlic French bread. Trak's got more of that good red wine his buddy makes, and I'll figure out something for dessert.”

“Sounds yummy. I'll see you around six.” She didn't even think about her next move—just went up on her toes and kissed him. She'd never, not once in her entire life, initiated a kiss with a man. What if that was a mistake?

Obviously not. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her breathless. As he turned to go, he ran his fingers along her cheek. “Beautiful,” he said. Then he winked and left.

Cherry stood there on the porch, watching until he disappeared into the forest.

Chapter 13

After she showered, Cherry stared at the bed for a few seconds too long, finally gave in, and lay down. The next thing she knew, she heard someone at her door. A four-legged someone, from the soft whine and scratch of claws against the wood.

Cherry stretched carefully, well aware of an aching tenderness between her legs, a scrape on her shoulder where she'd rubbed a bit too much against a rough spot on the granite, and the sense that she'd not been exaggerating when she'd told herself that making love with Cain would change her life.

In a very good way—at least so far—and didn't that suck, that the best sex in the world came with the caveat that it could all be so much fairy dust.

Would she ever be able to put her
first time
behind her?

Whoever was on her front porch whined and scratched at the door once again.

Cherry had fallen asleep wrapped in her damp towel, so she tightened it around herself and glanced at the clock to make sure she hadn't slept through dinner. She'd only been lying down for half an hour, which meant she still had time to sleep another hour, and damn, but she felt like she needed every minute. Yawning, she went to the door to see who was out there. She wasn't surprised at the beautiful dark wolf sitting on her porch, black fur tinged with russet, eyes the color of bittersweet chocolate.

Brad's eyes. She almost said she was glad he'd gotten back from town, but she wasn't ready to go there. Not yet. Obviously, unless her imagination truly had taken her well beyond rational thinking and into the world of the truly committable, the wolves were keeping their secret for a good reason, and she really didn't want to blow it for them.

Besides, the fantasy was too much fun.

Instead, she stepped back and invited him in. “You can stay,” she said. “But I just lay down for a nap, so you have to be quiet and let me sleep. I've had a really busy afternoon.”

She wasn't sure, but if this really was Brad she imagined Cain had told him what they'd done. Since he'd also suggested she'd be with both men tonight, she didn't feel too guilty about making love with Cain, though Brad was the one who'd kissed her first.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined issues with too many men. She almost laughed, but then she caught herself just in time.

She didn't want to give herself away. Not yet.

She wasn't sure what made her drop the towel, but she let it fall to the floor and lay down on the bed, pulling a soft afghan up over herself. The wolf stared at her and whined. She patted the spread beside her and he jumped lightly up on the bed and then stepped over her to the other side. The springs creaked from his weight, but he lay down close to her. Wrapped in the multi-colored throw, Cherry snuggled against his warm back and drifted away.

*   *   *

An hour later, rested and dressed in one of her comfortable long dresses, Cherry followed the dark wolf back to the lodge. It was almost six and the valley was already in shadow. The tips of the craggy peaks on the eastern side of the valley shimmered in sunlight as the sun dipped below the hills on the west. She paused in front of the lodge and just stared—it was all so beautiful, and the towering peaks gave the resort a true sense of isolation.

She'd Googled it when Christa first sent her the link, and it wasn't all that far from the nearest town, if you could drive in a straight line. Which, of course, you couldn't, but there was such a powerful sense they were totally cut off from civilization, that this little community was entirely separate from the rest of the world.

If her suspicions were correct, there was an excellent reason for the men she'd met so far settling here, for wanting that isolation, if they really were shape-shifters. And funny, wasn't it, that she could think of them as shape-shifters much more easily than actually calling them werewolves! Amazing, how the human mind justified things. She wondered how long they'd owned this land, how long they'd been living in the backwoods of away and beyond, because it really did feel as if she and the other women had stepped into a totally different dimension, apart from the real world.

It wasn't as if the guys were totally isolated, though. Brad had studied architecture and environmental design and said he'd gotten his architectural engineering degree from a university in Southern California. She didn't know about Cain's education, though he spoke like a well-educated man. He'd told her he moved here from Idaho a few years ago. Trak was one of the owners of Feral Passions and also owned Growl, the bar the women had passed on the way in.

She wasn't sure about the other guys, though some of them were obviously employed by the resort. She'd seen Evan doing maintenance and some of the housekeeping, Wils and Ronan had led their hike, and the preserve probably required a certain amount of labor to keep it running.

But that wasn't her business, and she was on vacation. She had to shut that analytical part of her mind off if she was going to continue to enjoy herself. She glanced around, surprised to see that the wolf had disappeared. Probably got bored while she stood here woolgathering.

“Hey, Cherry. I thought I saw you out here.”

She glanced up and smiled at Brad. At least now she knew where the wolf had gone. “Hi. How was the trip to town?”

“Long. I could go the rest of my life without shopping.” He laughed as he reached for her and pulled her into a quick hug.

She just wished he hadn't made it such a quick kiss.

“C'mon,” he said, tugging her arm. “Cain's got dinner on and you're the only one we're missing.”

“Veggie lasagna?” She let Brad drag her up the steps, enjoying the tight clasp of his hand holding hers, the way his dark eyes twinkled as if he laughed at some secret joke.

How would he react if she told him she knew his secret? That thought alone had her smiling along with him as if she were totally in on the joke.

But wouldn't she feel stupid if she was wrong?

Christa waved as Cherry and Brad stepped through the door. The other women sat at the big table—Fred, Suni, and Darnell on one side, Steph and Christa on the other. “We saved you a spot,” she said, patting the bench seat next to her. “Where have you been all afternoon?”

Damn. She should have been expecting that question, shouldn't she? “Tell you in a minute. I want to grab a plate first.”

She turned away and hoped they didn't see her blush, but Brad certainly noticed. He smiled and raised an eyebrow. Then he leaned close, gave her a quick kiss, and walked over to the bar as Cherry stifled a growl and went to the buffet table. She glanced toward the pass-through window. Cain waved to her from the kitchen. He wore a white chef's apron and had a hat on with his dark blond hair tied back into a stubby ponytail. She thought he looked way too cute for words and not nearly as intimidating as she knew he could be, naked and aroused in a clear mountain pool, but even the bad boy had to follow rules in the kitchen, it appeared. She smiled, waved, and then turned away, fully aware she'd probably just gone another shade darker.

But it wasn't embarrassment causing her skin to flush. Not this time. Thinking about Cain naked, about making love with him, had her aroused all over again.

She hoped his nose wasn't good enough to scent her in the crowd.

Back at the table with her lasagna, salad, and French bread, Cherry sat beside Christa. The three from L.A. were in the midst of a heated discussion over a movie that had just been released, one that Darnell had worked on and Suni hated. Fred appeared to be playing devil's advocate.

At least that was better than her usual litany of complaints. Fred was not a happy guest, though Cherry wondered if she might be the type who complained about everything.

Christa and Steph listened avidly, which gave Cherry time to eat. The lasagna was delicious, as was the salad, and she'd cleaned her plate and was mopping up sauce with the French bread when it hit her that she'd been eating like an absolute pig the past few days they'd been here and enjoying every bite.

This was the first time she'd thought about her weight or how many calories she was eating since Cain had tempted her with the chocolate and port. She'd fallen hard and fast, giving in to temptation, and she hadn't looked back.

She didn't realize she was grinning, thinking about the joys of falling, until Christa called her on it.

“What's so funny? You look like you're cracking up inside.”

Cherry set her last bite of bread on the plate and smiled at her sister. “Well, I'm certainly not crying on the inside. Just thinking about this afternoon.” Which was the truth, wasn't it? Though she wasn't ready to dish, at least not with the three from L.A. suddenly watching her with more than a bit of interest.

“What'd you do?”

“Cain took me to see the wolf pups. They're adorable.”

Darnell focused on Cherry. “Wow! Where are they?”

Shaking her head, Cherry said, “Not far, though the area is off-limits. Cain was headed out to check on them and let me come, but the mother is really shy, not at all friendly like the males hanging around the lodge, and you have to crawl inside the den. Claustrophobia, anyone?”

She gave an exaggerated shudder. “Cain went first and I followed him in, but believe me, I was checking for creepy-crawlies the entire time.” Which wasn't at all true, but she honestly didn't want to encourage any of them to try to find the den.

“Well,” Steph said, “you can count me out. I don't like small places or spiders.”