Hot Springs Werewolf Complete Series (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance) (3 page)

"My great-grandfather built this place. It's been added on to over the years. Have a look around while I get out of these clothes. Fridge is there for the wine and glasses are up in that cupboard."

He walked by me and I breathed in the scent of him. Male. Oil and grease. Something else. Help him get out of his clothes said a very naughty part of me that was immediately told to sit in the corner with knees firmly pressed together.

I put my wine in the very well-stocked fridge (I'd have to go on a big shopping trip tomorrow if Boris was working) and heard a shower turn on in the back of the house somewhere. I kept my mind very firmly on looking around the lounge rather than on what Red would look like naked. And wet. And soapy.

In the corner of the lounge was a deep-set bookcase filled to the brim. Here was the real test of the man - what books did he love?

A nice mix of classics and newer titles. Some Stephen King, Carl Hiaasen, Terry Pratchett. Old and new sci-fi plus a few twenty-pound doorstopper fantasy titles. As I looked across his books thinking that the man had good taste, I came across a copy of Millie's book,
The Fire Complete.

I slipped it out of the shelf and saw it was in much better condition than my copy. Her name on the spine - Mildred Finch - was virtually worn away on mine. I opened it to the title page. There was a dedication:

I'll never forget you Big Blue.

xx Millie.

I looked closer and saw a third x written in front of the two inked ones, as though someone had written it there using a pen with no ink. Triple x? I flicked through the book but there was nothing else written in it.

"My grandfather."

I squealed and almost dropped the book at the sound of his voice. I turned around with my heart pounding to find Red standing there barefoot (again) in blue jeans and a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt. He'd been as quiet as a whisper.

"You scared me! How are you so quiet? Are your parents ninjas?"

"Not quite." He looked down. "Bare feet maybe?"

He walked towards me and then looked over my shoulder at the bookcase. I turned so we were side-by-side and tried not to breathe in too much. Now he was male, soap and the scent of something else. Like a spice maybe? Whatever it was, it was beyond delicious. I breathed in against my better judgment and then saw him do the same.

"Big Blue was my grandfather John. Family trait to get these bits of gray in our hair even from when we're young. In the right light it looks blue. Hungry for something?"

There was something in the way he said it that made me think he wasn't just talking about food. Well, two can play that game.

I slipped Millie's book back into the shelf and turned to Red, giving him my best half-lidded look.

"Definitely."

*

D
inner was an incredible beef stew served with fresh crusty bread straight out of the oven. Red served up two bowls and tore the bread into chunks with his hands (a feat itself that sent my mind off to some wild places) before pouring us a glass each of my celebratory wine.

He did all this in silence, moving about the room with a sleek grace. He man didn't just move - he
prowled
. I kept looking away and then back to catch a flicker of his eyes, like he'd been watching me. Finally, we sat down at the table - me on the end, him on the side - and I decided it was time to swim out to safe conversational waters.

"How did your grandfather know Millie?"

I tried a mouthful of strew and almost moaned like a cat in heat it was so good. I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

"She lived around here a long time ago. Wrote her book in the cabin you're staying in."

I dropped my chunk of bread straight in my stew in pure shock. "I had no idea. That must have been before you were born - how do you know?"

"I'm thirty-one so yes it was before I was born. My grandfather told me. And it's a bit of family knowledge. I think my grandfather and your great-aunt were together actually."

I retrieved my bread (now soaked with delicious juices) and took a careful bite. Between the long trip, Boris breaking down, a hot shower, being locked outside in my underwear, my second glass of wine and the man in front of me with his irresistible eyes, I felt like I was on some crazy rollercoaster. I needed food and sleep. Finding out Millie had written her book in the same cabin I was staying in had knocked my brain sideways.

Time to move away from history and on to something else.

"So you own a construction company?"

As we ate the delicious stew and drank wine, Red told me about how he'd taken over the family building business after his dad passed away. They normally built homes but with the downturn in the economy over the last few years they were mostly doing renovations. There was enough work to keep the business going and his thirty staff employed and while they weren't bringing in multimillions, they were doing enough to lead a good life.

"That's what it's all about right? This is all my land, my property and I love it. Living a good life, whatever that means."

We cheers to that and I told him about Millie's gift to me of time, a truck and a job. I normally hedged around the topic when people asked me what I was doing but for some reason I felt safe telling Red I was writing a novel.

"It's in your blood," he said and then gave me a look that got those butterflies thumping around again.

He cleared the plates away, placing them in the sink and giving me another chance to enjoy that perfect ass of his. Then I looked up and saw him looking at me in the reflection of the kitchen mirror. I looked down and took a gulp of my wine. Eeep. Busted.

He came back over to the table and looked like he was about to sit down when I suddenly decided to wash the dishes and take a break from the crazy thoughts that were thrumming through my mind. I knew, somehow, that if he sat down that I'd be kissing him a moment later.

"I'll wash up! The cook doesn't wash."

Even to my own ears I sounded a little crazy.

I bolted up and went to go by him but the gap between him and the table was too small. I turned away from him and my ass brushed across him as I shuffled by. It wasn't intentional. Was it? I made it to the sink and turned the hot water on before gripping the cold metal like it was a lifeline. I'd
felt
his body as I passed him. The strength of him.

Those were the rules, right? The cook doesn't wash. I was just washing the dishes as a quick thank you and then ... and then I'd get the hell out of here before I blushed to death.

Red hadn't spoken at my sudden rush for the sink. Staring down at the plates and the running water, I could feel him standing behind me. I hadn't heard him move but I knew he was there.

I looked up from the sink into the reflection. Red was standing behind me, his eyes glinting golden in the light.

Our eyes met and all thoughts of keeping it platonic evaporated out of my head. My body must have been one step ahead of me. I felt my hips tilt, just a few inches, but it was enough for my ass to stick out a little. I moved my foot and arched my back. Just small movements.

Completely innocent.

I saw Red's eyes flash golden before he reached out his hand to touch my shoulder. His fingertips were rough, hardened by farm work and I shivered as they grazed across my shoulder. I could feel throbbing between my legs and was instantly wet. No man had ever turned me on like this and I barely knew him.

Red stepped closer to me and reached past my body with his other had to turn the water off. I felt his arm brush mine and a flurry of electric sparks danced across me. His scent enveloped me and took hold of my mind like a drug.

He stroked his left hand across my shoulder and up to my neck. I tilted my head sideways and at the same time, tipped my hips just that little bit further. Through my heavy eyes I saw Red breathe in as though he was absorbing my scent. In the light the hazel of his eyes seemed to be turning golden. I felt his thumb brush across my neck and then he was gently holding me in place. There was the barest touch of pressure from his strong hand but I felt like I was captured. I closed my eyes as I felt his other hand stroke down my back, across my ass and then under, to stroke across my pussy.

This time I did moan like a cat in heat.

With my eyes closed, my senses were turned up to maximum. I could feel the strength of his hand on the back of my neck. I could smell his scent, could smell soap and food. I could taste the faint remnants of wine in my mouth. Every movement of his fingers against my underwear sent a rush of pleasure into my body. I was wet and as he rubbed his fingers across me, I tilted my hips even further, sticking my ass out. All I wanted was for him to pull my underwear aside and fuck me like crazy. The cold metal of the sink grew warm under my touch as I overheated.

A quick movement and he slipped his hand down the back of my underwear and cupped my pussy. I felt his thick middle finger brush my clit sending a shock of electricity through me. He began to slowly move his hand and then two fingers slipped inside me. I tried to push myself back, wanting more but his hand on my neck was too strong. He was holding me in place with one hand while he fucked me with the other. There had been no words but all I wanted to do was submit. I wanted him to hold me and fuck me. I wanted him to grab my hair, force me to my knees and make me suck his cock.

I wanted to be his completely.

I felt his breath on my ear and he said
mine
in a growl before my thoughts ran away then with the movement of his fingers. Each jolt sent a spark through my clit that then crackled out into my body. I felt my legs buzzing, my nipples rubbing against my blouse through my bra, felt my eyes too heavy to open and then I felt his teeth gently close on the side of my neck and I came.

I came shuddering and moaning, my legs weak beneath me, half held up by his hand alone. One hand slipped off the edge of the sink and crashed against the plates piled up. I barely heard it, barely felt it. All I could feel was his fingers inside me, his teeth against me.

My pounding heart and deep breaths eventually slowed and I stopped bucking my hips against his hand. Every part of me was buzzing.

I opened my eyes, warm and relaxed and over the top and saw his eyes golden in the light.

And his teeth.

His canines were longer, sharp and pointed. He closed his mouth and turned away from me in an instant but he knew what I'd seen. I stumbled away from the sink, my legs turned to some sort of buzzing jelly and turned around.

"What was that?" I gasped. My heart was still pounding and I wanted to simultaneously run to him and away from him.

Red turned towards me. His eyes were still golden in the light - but what light? I saw a panel of light switches next to me and in some mad impulse slapped them with my hand. The room went dark instantly.

And still his eyes were glowing golden.

I saw them vanish as he closed them. "Turn the light on. I'll explain," he said, his breath ragged in his chest.

I turned the light on and he opened his eyes again. His lips parted and I saw his teeth were back to normal.

"So start talking," I managed to say.

"I thought your Aunt would have told you about us."

Millie's letter had been short and sweet: cabin, truck, job, don't waste this.

I shook my head. I wanted to look away but even now, with my heart thumping and my body quivering, I was mesmerized by him.

"Where," he said and held my gaze.

Then my brain mentally subtracted the second letter.

Were
.

"No... you're messing with-". Excuses and reasons flooded my mind. The light above me. Two glasses of wine. Fake teeth from a joke shop in his mouth to scare the new girl.

I had to get out of there. I turned and bolted out the front door, rushing into the night, the air cold on my flushed face and body. I heard Red say something but I was already gone, moving as fast as I could.

Halfway down the hill I heard a howl from the forest. It was loud and mournful ... and right there. I saw a wolf come trotting out from between the trees, quickly followed by another.

"Oh fuck," I said and sped up. Then I saw another wolf step out and let out a howl before it came trotting across, blocking the path back to the cabin. I skidded to a stop on the gravel path and then heard footsteps behind me. It was Red, running down the hill, barefoot.

He stepped in front of me, putting his body between me and the wolves.

"This is my property. Mine. Leave now."

Two of the wolves turned on the spot and vanished into the forest. The third seemed to consider it for a moment. It let out a low growl and then I startled when Red growled back. Then it began walking slowly towards us.

"I'll protect you," Red said under his breath to me. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Before he got halfway done between one blink and the next, the wolf was gone and a naked girl was standing there. She was as tall as I was but slender with dark brown hair and eyes verging on black. She slinked towards us, swaying her hips.

"Red, I didn't see you there in the dark," she said.

"Yeah, it's a surprise that on
my
property you find
me.
What are you doing here Talia?"

"Out for a night walk. Came to see the new Finch."

She looked me over and despite her being completely naked and me clothed, it felt the other way around.

"My land. My protection.
Mine
." The last word came out as a growl and Talia stopped in place.

"Very well. Nice to meet you, new Finch."

She turned on her heel and walked away across the grass, swinging her hips. On the edge of the forest she vanished and then a wolf howled.

I felt my legs trembling and heard that high-pitched whine inside my head and felt my mouth fill with saliva and knew that I was going to faint. Red must have seen because before I could topple over on the path he had his arm around me, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

He carried me to the cabin and managed to open the door without putting me down. He pushed it closed behind him with his foot and then carried me into the master bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed.