Hot Springs Werewolf Complete Series (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance) (7 page)

I took his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, heading for the back of the hall. Crazy ideas were running through my mind and most of them were based on the open door and set of stairs back there. Finding somewhere to be alone.

I stopped and turned around, Red's hand still in mine. He smiled at me and the look on his face sent tingles rushing through me. I noticed the cut on his face from yesterday was nowhere to be seen and then that thought vanished a moment later when he stepped forward and kissed me.

Spice and heat.

His hand was on my lower back, pulling me forward. I could feel the strength of his body, the raw power within him.

The kiss ended too soon, Red pulling back. His eyes were tinting golden, fixed on me. He moved forward and his lips touched my ear.

"Upstairs. End of the corridor. Take off your underwear."

He didn't have to add
now
but I could feel it in his voice. I wanted to obey for some mad reason.

"I will be there in a moment." He gently pushed me on my way before turning around and walking off into the crowd.

I floated through the door and came back to earth somewhere on the stairs. I could feel my heart thudding, half from the dancing, half from the nearness of Red. I reached the second floor. It was carpeted and quiet, the music from the hall a low backing track. I walked down the hall suddenly aware of every sensation. I could feel my dress touching me. I could taste the faintest trace of white wine from when Red kissed me. I could hear the carpet fibers flattening under my feet. I opened the door to the end room and walked inside, closing it behind me. It was an office of sorts. The walls were covered in newspapers framed in glass. Along the side wall was a long black leather sofa, comfortably worn. There was a polished wooden desk on the other side, below a window looking out on to the starry night.

Red would be here soon... and I still had not done as he commanded.

I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my way out of my underwear. It was easy because they weren't crazy tight. Once I had the lump of fabric in my hand I looked around for where I could stash it. I had no pockets. I saw a waste-paper basket under the desk at the same time as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I tossed the underwear in the most perfect three-pointer in history. Nothing but net. Red opened the door a second later and then closed it behind him.

Silence again, thrumming with tension.

"I heard you walking up the stairs."

"I was stomping so you wouldn't be surprised."

"Who said I didn't want to be surprised?"

I could hear the banter in my own head as I said it. See myself with one hip cocked and eyes half-lidded. A very tiny part of me said I was under Red's spell but then said what the hell, go for it.

Red took off his hat and spun it across the room to land on the sofa. I followed it with my eyes, only taking them off him for the barest of moments and then he was next to me. I gasped at his speed and silence but had no time to speak because he kissed me again.

This time he didn't pull away. He kissed me until my head spun. I faintly heard the crowd shout yee-hah from the dance floor. A distant background to the feel of his lips and his tongue. The sound of his breath. The rasp of his fingers on the fabric of my dress.

We moved, a perfect dance, across the floor and towards the sofa. Our kisses became hungry and I saw Red's eyes turning golden. In the midst of my heart thudding, of my skin tingling, I felt that feeling again. The nervous-anxious-run-away-run-towards. Red suddenly turned me, his hand on my neck and I pressed my hands on the arm of the sofa, feeling the cracked leather under my palms. I felt his lips on my neck and again, my body moved of its own accord, my feet moving apart, my hips tilting, my ass sticking out.

He's not a tame wolf
I thought from nowhere and this mangling of some beautiful literature vanished as Red trailed his hand down my back and I felt him pull up my dress. I was wet and aching for him and the tiny commentator in my mind was working me up to a frenzy. I could feel my eyelids as heavy as lead. I turned my head and saw a reflection of us in the polished front of a cabinet. I was bent over the sofa, my ass indecently up in the air. Red behind me, one hand holding on to my dress, the other trailing over my skin. I was naked and exposed.

I felt his fingers brush my pussy and I let out a long slow breath. With every heartbeat my clit throbbed. Again he stroked his fingers across me but it was a light touch, teasing me and making me ache for him. I tried to push back against his fingers but I couldn't move. He was too strong.

But it was more than that.

There had been no promise of possession, no bargain between him and me. No unspoken sentences defining what was. There had been his house with me gripping the sink. There had been the path with him stepping in front of me. There had been Red growling.

Mine. My property
.

I could move but I didn't want to. I wanted this man behind me with his strong hand on my back. I wanted him pulling up my skirt.

I wanted to be possessed.

I felt Red's hand on my hip and then I felt his cock slide inside me. I was so wet there was barely any resistance. I felt myself stretch around him, felt him filling me up and I turned by head back to see him behind me, his eyes golden, his teeth sharp. I could see the animal in him. He pulled back and then forward again and I closed my eyes and gripped the sofa. He'd barely touched me but I could feel the warm tension from within me that would build until it exploded. I heard his breathing and then a growl, low, almost below the threshold of hearing. Red pulled back on my dress and started fucking me, hard and fast. My breaths became gasps and I kept opening my eyes only to close them again in the rush of pleasure. My thighs were pressed against the sofa but Red kept pulling me back against him, over and over again. I was unbalanced and completely under his control. He moved fast and the slowed and I groaned but couldn't make him speed up again. He brought me close to coming and then backed off and I bit my lip as he slowly fucked me on a new plateau. Up and down, faster and slower but in the end we kept climbing the mountain. My legs were trembling and all sound had vanished except for our breathing and the sound of his body against mine. I heard Red growling, a deep bass that set off something inside me and he sped up, holding me still while he fucked me. Reason and thought vanished as the pleasure between my legs burst out over me. I nearly screamed and felt my eyes rolling as I came, Red thrusting into me over and over. He didn't stop or slow and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. All there was in the world was him. Somehow the peak led to a new peak and I moaned, shuddering and gasping, coming again as I felt Red come inside me. His fast movement slowed and I could feel his cock pressing against my g-spot. With each throb of blood, it sent a press of pleasure through me.

Red pulled away from me and then lifted me away from the sofa. I was limp in his arms, my legs buzzing and finding it difficult to stand. He kissed me gently on the lips and adjusted my dress, covering up my ass and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I could have slept if we'd been in bed. I could still feel the heat radiating off Red's body and I realized I was damp with sweat. Red was naked from the waist down, his shirt open and showing a spectacular torso that only came from long hours of hard work. His jeans and boots were behind him. I hadn't even realized he taken them off.

"That was-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence. From outside a man yelled and then there was a howl that pierced the night. I felt it in my bones. It
hurt
.

"Stay," Red said in a voice more growl than spoken. His eyes were a deep golden and his teeth were pointed.

He leapt past me, pulling off his shirt as he went. He was so fast, like liquid lightning. I turned at the sound of the glass window shattering and saw the back end of a wolf drop over the ledge and into the darkness.

I rushed to the window and saw a dark shape leap out of the darkness. A gray wolf. It turned and then a wolf with a dark streak of black crashed into it like it had been thrown. Both vanished into the bushes near the building. I heard another howl and then the sound of voices as people spilled out the front of the hall.

I pulled away from the window but I wasn't fast enough. A girl with long black hair wearing a deep red swing dancing outfit turned the corner and looked straight up at me with a scowl.

I had to get out of here.

I gathered up Red's clothes and then realized what I'd look like if I went rushing out into the crowd with an armful of men's clothing. I rushed to the desk and went through the drawers. In the bottom of one I found a battered plastic bag that had seen better days. It would have to do. I shoved Red's clothes and boots into it and then went to grab his hat, keeping well out of sight of the crowd outside the window.

I picked up his hat and then looked up at the wall at a headline:

MASS SLAYING AT FINCH FARM

It was only half a front page, the bottom part torn away. Something was written below the headline in small print but it was too dark in the office and I couldn't get close enough to read it without being seen from outside. Another day. I turned and rushed out.

Downstairs the dance was still continuing although it appeared half the crowd was now outside milling around the building. I made my way around the outside of the hall and out the front door, keeping my head down. I had no idea where Red was (or if he was even in human form) and I certainly had no desire to run into Freyr. I did have a quick look for Katy and Tara but couldn't see them. I joined the few members of the crowd who had clearly decided the noise outside meant the end of the night and headed for the rear car-park.

I was almost back at Boris when the girl with the dark hair and red dress stepped out from behind a car.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her voice was low and angry but I was in no mood.

"I'm going home."

She stalked towards me and I dropped the bag of Red's clothes on the ground, ready to punch her in the face if it came to it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I said I'm going home! What?"

She looked down at the bag and then up at me. She sniffed the air, breathing in and looking me over.

"What do you think you're doing with
him
?"

Him. Red.

"He's all over you."

I wasn't drunk - the physical exertion had worked all the alcohol out of me - but I just couldn't take this. I'd been up and down and had too much this week. I still wasn't entirely sure I was through the driving hang-over. To go all gangster, I didn't need this skinny bitch getting up in my face. And when I got mad, I got sweary.

"Who the fuck are you? I'm going home so fuck off."

I picked up the bag and got into Boris, dropping Red's clothes in the seat beside me. I started him up and then the girl appeared at the window. I reached for the door handle, ready to shove it out, to hit her, to fight.

"I'm Red's wife."

She kicked Boris and then walked off into darkness, leaving me sitting there holding the steering wheel, feeling like I was going to die.

His
wife
?

Fuck, Harper.

***

T
he cheeky boy on the hill with the devilish smile who had stolen my teenage heart was back in the shape of a man with strong hands and broad shoulders. His blue eyes were as blue as ever but the twinkle in them was gone.

I saw him and the day grew warm as the Summer of eight years ago came rushing in. A night with a boy on a stolen picnic blanket. A night of whispers and kisses and desperate promises. The night before the day his parents sent him to the other side of the world and all our foolish promises were broken for us:

I'll never forget you.

You are mine and I am yours.

I will love you forever.

Untitled romance—Harper Finch

*

B
efore my dad died he said to me that you should follow your heart but if your heart decides to leap off a cliff, maybe reconsider.

It wasn't the most poetic advice he'd given me and teenage Harper was still living in a black and white world of absolutes so she didn't understand it. Then I grew up and my brain switched on. Sometimes though, my heart could still trick me with its seductive whispers of love, lust and connection and sometimes I still followed my heart right over the edge and into the churning water below. Then I'd emerge spluttering and shivering and make all those promises and threats to myself over again. Think before you act Harper. Slow down. Know what you want first.

Don't sleep with the werewolf neighbor who has a wife.

Don't
fuck
the werewolf neighbor within a week of moving here when you're meant to be writing a novel and he only lives up the hill because then it's going to be incredibly awkward and terrible and you're going to want to leave.

Don't
fuck
the werewolf neighbor who has a
wife
and you have a job Harper! And a lease for a year! And Great-Aunt Millie gave this opportunity to you in her
will
and throwing it all away would have broken her heart so get it together!

I said all this to myself as I watched my breakfast bacon forming small bubbles on top of it as it gently sizzled in the cast-iron frying pan. It was just after eight in the morning, the sky was blue, the birds were chirping, the air was fresh and warm and spectacular and I'd slept with my werewolf neighbor who lived up the hill and had a wife.

To be fair...

My sister Jem was a pain in the ass and since the will reading had doubly been so (after getting a book on leeches and blood-letting and nothing else) but she did have some good qualities. To be fair was one of her favorite sentence openers. Getting upset at yourself for doing something dumb? To be fair, you didn't know he was married because he never told you. To be fair, he appeared to be a hot single guy and you're a single girl (I could almost hear her pause there to omit
hot
when talking about me) so why not?