TailWind (5 page)

"Let me introduce you to your inner beings, werewolf,” the Evaluator said. “Here is Greed, Lust, Anger, and Pride. Each—in you—is uglier than the next. How do you like looking at your inner soul, Blaez Dolan?"

Blaez turned his head away. He could not bear to look at the things sitting to either side of the Evaluator.

"Let me show you the inner beings that reside in Rozenn Quinlan,” the Evaluator said.

A pale pink light spiraled down from above and the darkness to the right of the seated beings flowed back to reveal a bright, shining meadow where birds sailed across a cloudless blue skies and butterflies flittered among lush green foliage. Sitting on regal gilded thrones were four very beautiful young women, each of them smiling sadly at the werewolf.

"The Lady with the yellow gown is Humility. The Lady in the blue gown is Patience. The Lady in the maroon gown is Charity and I believe you already have ascertained the Lady in white is Chastity."

"You took away Rozenn's chasity!” Blaez accused.

The Evaluator shook his head. “She is still as pure as the day she was born, werewolf, but unless you go to her aid, that will change within the day."

"She's in danger?"

"The man who put her there is coming to retrieve her. His wife has died and he intends to make Rozenn his whore."

"No!” Blaez stated.

"He will abuse her, mistreat her, and eventually, he will take her life if he isn't stopped."

"Don't! Why are you doing this to me?” Blaez shouted. He buried his face in his hands.

"Do you think this only about you, werewolf?” the Evaluator asked, his voice sharp. “Do you not yet realize there are other people in your world besides yourself?"

"Rozenn,” he groaned.

"These wondrous beings who reside inside Rozenn Quinlan have the ability to negate the evil residing inside you,” the Evaluator said. “Humility can destroy Pride. Patience can defeat Anger. Charity can conquer Greed and Chastity can temper Lust. Each is on a two-sided coin, my friend. It is up to you to lay them down in your life the way you truly wish them to land."

"I only want Rozenn,” he said miserably.

"Then go after her,” the Evaluator said. “Overcome the sins you have made a way of life, and embrace the sweetness, the harmony that is in Rozenn Quinlan."

Hope filtered into Blaez Dolan's heart. “Is that true?” he asked. “Can I really go after her?"

"Dreams come and dreams go,” the Evaluator said. “We can only show you the way to go, my friend. You must be the one to decide if you are willing to make the journey and just how far you will go."

"Dream?” the werewolf repeated.

The light before him vanished completely and long with it the beings—both monstrous and angelic—that had faced him. Blaez felt warmth on his back and turned to see the light still wedging down upon The Black Defiance. His heart was trip hammering in his chest as he ran for the hatchway. With the blood pounding in his ears, he slammed and secured the hatch and hurried to the command chair, his fingers dragging on the buckles quickly.

He knew the coordinates for the convent would have already been entered into the runabout's computer and when he checked, there they were. The fuel tanks were just as they should be and a quick run-through assured him every part of the ship was in top working order.

"I'm coming, baby,” he said in a throaty growl. “Just hold on, Rozenn. I'm coming."

Rozenn Quinlan looked up from her daily prayers to find the most handsome man she'd ever seen striding toward her. There was a determined look on his face and a slight grimace of a smile on his full lips. She slowly stood up, her book of devotionals falling from the lap of her coarse gray gown.

"Come, wench,” he said, holding his hand out to her. “We've little time before your custodians realize I've crashed the gate."

She didn't know who this handsome intruder was, had never met him before, but she knew exactly what he was. With his black shirt and black britches, his wild mop of curly black hair and bright amber eyes, he was a werewolf. She'd heard all the old tales spun late at night in the dormitories where hungry women lay with desires and needs that would never be satisfied.

She cocked her head to one side, briefly studying him. She had no notion how he came to be at the convent, why he was here, but she was very happy to see him. Like all the women with whom she lived, she'd been dreaming of this moment all her life. A handsome man coming to rescue her, to take her away from the life of drudgery, to show her the light was a dream they all shared. Here was her dream come true and the thought of saying no to him never occurred to her. Kicking her book aside, she took his hand. “Are you sure you're looking for me, wolfie?” she asked, smiling brightly.

"Aye, wench,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips. He planted the most gentle of kisses on her fingers. “I am very sure. I am here for you."

He swept her up into his arms.

"I'm not too heavy?” she asked as he carried her over the lush green grass of the convent yard.

"Nay, wench. You are well cushioned, not heavy."

She curled her hand around his neck. “I'm not too old for you?"

He grunted as though the question was silly.

"I'm not pretty,” she said. “I've wrinkles and red moles and..."

"Wench,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “You talk too much."

The gate he had kicked open stood open and beyond it on a small knoll was a black runabout, its engines purring softly in the morning air.

"That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen,” she said of the ship as he carried her toward it.

"You insult my ship, you insult me,” he warned. “I've been known to relieve women of insulting tongues."

"Oh, phooey,” she said. “You've done no such thing."

He stopped walking and looked down at her to arch a fine black brow. “There's always the first time."

Her arms tightened around his neck and she smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “Wolfie, you're a howl."

Blaez Dolan threw his head back and laughed and it was the first time in his life he could ever remember laughing with his heart and not with the sarcastic mouth of Pride.

Once inside his ship, he helped her to buckle into the jump seat then he locked and secured the hatch and went to sit in the command chair. He saw her twisted around to look out the porthole. “What do you see, wench?” he asked.

"The Mother Superior and a man running toward us."

Anger and Greed rose up inside the werewolf but he buckled himself into the safety harness. “Turn around,” he told her. “We're about to take off."

"You'd better hurry, then,” she said, doing as he bid. “They are getting closer."

"Hang on, wench. We've a journey to make together!"

The Fiach lifted off the ground, washing dirt over the man and woman who were staggering under the onslaught of the flying debris. As Blaez swung the nose of his runabout around, he saw the two just for a few seconds with their arms over their faces before he pulled back on the stick and the runabout steeply rose into the clear morning air. Banking the flashy black machine, he flew low over the convent, smiling to himself as he looked down to see dozens of women waving to him as he passed over them.

"I've got really yucky hair,” he heard Rozenn said. Turning his head toward her, he saw her pulling at the short nap at the back of her neck. “And it's pretty thin on top."

"You are what I want, wench,” he said.

"My waist is thick and my thighs are thunderous,” she said, looking into his amused eyes. “I have a broken little toe on my right foot and it's sort of crooked up."

He shook his head and let his fingers fly over the keyboard, typing in coordinates for the Green Sector, not even questioning how he knew them or from where they had come. He glanced at the screen and saw the destination was Theristes. He'd never heard of it, didn't care where it was. The Evaluator had chosen the end of their trip and that was good enough for him.

"I really am a mess."

He engaged the autopilot and unbuckled his harness. Like the predator he was, he walked to her and stood towering above her, his eyes fused with hers.

"Are you very fond of your virginal state, wench, or would you like to be rid of it?” he inquired in a polite voice.

Rozenn's brows drew together over her pretty green eyes. “I could do well enough without it, I think,” she replied.

He bent over and unhooked her safety harness then stepped back, once again holding out his hand to her. “Let's see if we can't do something about that, then."

She nestled her hand in his and he turned, pulling her behind him, his forearm resting at the small of his back and he walked.

"My boobs droop,” she said and she heard him sigh deeply.

He led her to the couch then turned, letting go of her hand. “Wench,” he said, “I have never been a patient man. Patience is something you will have to help me learn. I've never been a generous man. That's something else you are going to have to teach me to be. I get angry a lot and I've been known to do things—violent things—without giving them a thought. You're going to have to put a leash on me to make me to heel.” He held her gaze with his. “Do you think you can do all that?"

Rozenn put an index finger to her lip and thought about it for a moment. “What about lust?” she asked. “Is that one of your faults, too?"

"One of my worst,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

"Well, I don't think I'd like to curb that one just yet, but the others we can work on."

He put his hands to his shirt and began unbuttoning it.

"What are you doing?” she asked, eyes wide.

"I'm hot,” he said, peeling the shirt from his broad shoulders. “Are you hot, wench?"

She stared avidly at his heavily-furred chest. “A bit,” she whispered.

He lifted his leg, crooked it over his knee and pulled off his boot. He smiled as her gaze went to his bare foot and she whined low in her throat. Making quick work of his other boot, he fanned the air across his face. “It's much too hot in here, don't you think?"

He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down until his tiger line and the broad V of his pubic hair came into view.

"Actually, it's too damned hot, wolfie,” she said, licking her lips.

He smiled and pushed the waistband of his jeans down his lean flanks, his heavy erection springing into view.

Rozenn swallowed hotly. “And getting hotter by the second.” She snatched up the skirt of her gown, grabbed handfuls of it and jerked it over her head, revealing—just as he had—that there was no underwear beneath her ugly, shapeless garment that hide her from view.

He shot out a hand and snagged her around the waist, pulled her off the couch and onto the floor, drawing her naked body under his, grinding his steely arousal against the apex of her thighs. Slanting his mouth over hers, he took possession of her lips, thrusting his tongue into her sweet cavern, tasting her, reveling in having her in his arms and all to himself without there being a fear she'd be snatched away again.

Her breasts were tipped with fiery little points pressing into his chest and she moved them back and forth across him, apparently delighting in the feel of the coarse hair abrading her nipples.

He reached down to cup the cheeks of her derriere and mold her to him.

"Damn woman,” he said. “You are as hot down there as a volcano."

Rozenn giggled. “Didn't I tell you I was hot, wolfie."

He growled deep in his throat and slid down her until his teeth were plucking at the wiry hairs of her triangle, his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh.

Rozenn shivered. “Oh, wolfie!” she whispered. “That feels ... that is..."

When his tongue stabbed at her clit then licked it, she squealed and buried her hands in his thick hair.

"Like that?” he inquired.

"Damn straight, I do!” she said, her voice husky. “Do that again! Can you do that again?"

"Baby, you ain't felt nothing yet. I'm a wolf. I can do it all night long but I don't think you could take it."

She gave him a challenging look. “Try me,” she said.

He arched a dark brow and the devilish grin that tugged at his full lips was pure evil intent. “Don't say I didn't warn you,” he growled.

Blaez dragged his tongue from the bottom of her cleft upward and then along each fold. He licked at the tender insides of her thighs then stabbed the tip into her sheath. Her fingers had tightened in his hair and her hips were arched up to give him free reign. He lapped at her warm moistness again—and still again—before slipping his middle finger into her anus and his thumb into her cunt.

"Sweet Merciful Alel!” Rozenn cried out. Her body was on fire with a need she could never have imagined. She was panting as he worked his fingers in and out of her, all the while slathering her with that wicked tongue.

The werewolf could feel the tension building in his lady and he didn't want her to come on his fingers. He wanted her to feel the full depth of his cock—the hardness of it, the length of it—and the spurt of his cum filling her hot sheath. He knew she wasn't that far from a climax and he wanted to prolong it for a bit longer.

"No!” Rozenn complained when he withdrew his fingers but had to bite her lower lip when he pushed up and over her and put his delicious shaft at her entry.

"Rather have my fingers and tongue, wench, or do you want a big, bad wolf pumping into that sweet little cunt?"

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down atop her, reveling in his weight, in the heat of his body, in the stiffness of him as he rammed his tool deep inside her. “Give me what you got, wolfie!” she ordered.

He thrust hard enough inside her to push her upwards along the floor.

"Aye!” she shouted, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust.

The slap of their bodies against one another was an aphrodisiac in itself. His grunts, her whimpers of delight—their combined gasps as the sweet little pulsations began deep within her and spiraled up faster and faster until she was screaming his name, digging her nails into his back and her heels into his ass. His hands were beneath her and he lifted her higher to thrust deeper, harder and at the moment he came, he held her still and let her feel the entire quivers of his cock buried within her.