Tooth and Claw (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 2) (12 page)

Back in the cabin, I passed through the kitchen. Out of
curiousity, I opened the fridge. There wasn’t much in it, mostly beer and some
pickles, a typical bachelor’s fridge, but everything was cold. It must have
been on the whole time, kept on a separate circuit. With any luck, the hot
water tank worked the same way. Otherwise, I’d have to wait a while for my
shower.

I grabbed a beer and flopped down on the dark leather sofa,
taking a moment to look around the room. It was homey, like someone had put
some thought into decorating, without it becoming too staged. On the wall over
a bookcase, there were two beautiful wildlife prints, both of wolves, of
course. The bookcase was a mix of spy thrillers, sci-fi and even some high
fantasy. Many were titles that I had already read and a few were on my ‘to
read’ list. There was also an eclectic mix of DVDs, so there must have been a
TV hidden somewhere, but I couldn’t see it from where I was sitting. Instead,
the fireplace was the focal point of the seating area. It was gorgeous, built
directly into the wall on one side, but acting as a wall itself on three others,
dividing the living area from the sleeping area. I could see right through the
firebox into the bedroom, which meant if you lit a fire out in the living room
in the evening you could go to bed and still enjoy the warmth and flickering
flames. It was a nice touch.

Speaking of lighting a fire, although the cabin offered a
bit of protection from the crisp night air, it was still pretty chilly. A fire
was already laid and waiting in the fireplace. I didn’t know how long I’d have
to wait for Nash to get back, but I didn’t see any point of freezing. The
kindling burst into flames easily and in no time the fire was blazing, lighting
up the room with its flickering light. I chugged the rest of my beer,
depositing the can in the recycling bin beside the fridge then padded down the
hall to investigate the rest of the cabin.

As I suspected, the hall led to the bedroom adjacent to the
living room and a large bathroom. I poked around in the cupboard in the hall
and found some towels. It felt a little like snooping to go through the
drawers in the bedroom, but Nash had told me there were clean clothes, so I
pulled out a few drawers until I found a pair of grey sweats with a drawstring
waist and a matching sweatshirt. I even found an old pair of tennis shoes that
must have belonged to someone smaller than Nash, because they weren’t that big
on me. I took my prizes into the bathroom where thankfully there seemed to be
a plentiful supply of hot water. There were also various bottles of shampoo
and body wash. I sniffed a few until I found one to my liking. It must have
been left by a girlfriend – although I didn’t want to think about that - or one
of Nash’s sisters, because I couldn’t imagine Nash walking around smelling like
peaches.

I stayed in the shower longer than necessary, finally
warming up, then dried off and pulled on my temporary clothes. The sweatpants
were about six inches too long for me, but between rolling up the legs at the
bottom and rolling down the waistband at the top, I was able to make them fit
well enough. I was positively swimming in the sweatshirt, but I didn’t mind.
It meant I could just go braless, which was a good thing, since I didn’t have
one with me. I took my dress outside and hung it on the porch rail by Nash’s
clothes. I figured it would be better to get the scent out of the cabin as
well, for when Nash and his wolf returned.

Finally, exhausted, I lay down on the bed with my head at
the foot so I could gaze at the flames dancing in the fireplace. There was a
quilt on the bed and I pulled it over myself feeling oddly content. I don’t
think it was very long before I drifted off to sleep. I didn’t hear Nash
return, but sometime later in the early hours of the morning I found a big,
black, furball curled up against me. I settled the quilt across his
hindquarters, although I doubted if the wolf actually needed it, and let sleep
pull me back under.

A little while later, I woke again to find myself held
firmly in the arms of a very naked man, a wolf no longer. Nash’s body was
curled around mine, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I lay still,
listening to his steady breathing, trying to determine if he was awake or
asleep. I finally decided he was still asleep and figured it would be better
if I could make my escape while he remained that way. I slowly lifted his arm,
rolling away from him as I did. I thought once I was clear of his arm I’d be
able to roll the rest of the way off the bed without waking him. I made it to
my stomach and was preparing to wiggle the rest of the way to the edge when
suddenly the bed creaked and I found myself pinned to the mattress. I let out
a yelp of surprise as Nash pressed himself against me, his knee pushing my
thighs apart. He burrowed his face into my hair at the back of my neck and
inhaled deeply.

“That’s better,” he said with a sigh.

His hands found their way up under my sweatshirt, pushing it
up to expose my bare skin. His breath tickled up my spine making me squirm.

“Nash,” I moaned, unsure of whether it was a complaint or a
plea.

Either way, he ignored me, pushing the shirt up further,
pulling my arms over my head along with the shirt. He tucked the shirt under
my chin, leaving my arms neatly captured. He blew a trail of warm air down my
spine. When the tip of his tongue followed the same trail, I gasped and tried
to wiggle away from the cool, tickly feeling.

“Nash,” I said again. This time it was definitely a
complaint.

“Stay still, Harry. Your squirming only excites the wolf
more.”

I froze, not sure whether that would be a good thing or a
bad thing. It didn’t matter to Nash; his hands continued their exploration of
my back. They slipped under the waistband of my pants to glide across the
cheeks of my ass. Nash let out a little groan of pleasure as he cupped the
fleshy globes in both hands.

His lips picked up where his tongue left off, raining little
kisses down my spine. I couldn’t help myself and I wiggled again under their
touch. His hands continued to rub and squeeze my ass. He leaned over me, his
bare chest pressing down on my back, and whispered in my ear. “As much as I
like seeing you in my clothes, these pants have got to go.” His hands grabbed
the waistband and yanked the offending pants off, tossing them to the floor,
laying me bare. He stood for a moment, his eyes devouring me. I started to
roll over, but he quickly stopped me, flattening his hand on my back. He
trailed a finger along my ass and down between my legs.

“Nash!” I bucked pushing up against his hand.

“Say my name, Harry,” he growled.

“I just did.”

“No, say my
name
.” He climbed back onto the bed
pushing my legs apart as he leaned over me, his breath tickling me again.

“Cian,” I breathed his name out in a sigh.

“Tell me what you want, Harry,” he whispered in my ear.
“Tell me what you need.”

“I want it to be you, Cian. Not the wolf. I need you.”

He nipped the back of my neck, making me gasp. “It’s always
me Harry. I’m in charge, I’m always in charge.”

Grabbing my hips again, he flipped me over to my back. I
started to pull my arms back down, untangling myself from my shirt, but he
grabbed it and pushed it back over my head the other way, trapping my arms
again.

“Leave your arms just like that,” he commanded.

His teeth rasped against me as he teased me using his mouth,
his hands. His touch heated my skin, leaving me breathless and wanting, the
need for more growing with every nip and caress. Teasing, but never giving me
completely what I wanted, what I needed.

“Cian,” I groaned.

“What do you want, Harry. Tell me.”

“I want you. I want this.”

At my words, he happily reapplied himself to tormenting me.
Every touch pushed my need for release higher and higher, setting every nerve
ending on fire, until at last I burst into flames. I shouted, as the shockwaves
washed over me, but Nash wasn’t done yet. He was relentless in his exquisite
torture, riding the first wave and pushing me on to the next. When his tongue
slid inside me, I exploded into a million pieces.

“Cian,” I cried out his name over and over, my voice husky
with desire. “I need you. I need you right now!”

“Are you sure Harry? If you’re not, stop me now, because if
this goes any further, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Oh god, yes. Just fuck me already,” I growled at him.

He laughed. “Such a demanding little minx.” He climbed off
the bed and I heard a drawer in the bedside table glide open and closed. I
opened my eyes and got my first real look at him in all his naked glory. He
was beautiful. His abs looked like they had been sculpted in stone. The
muscles on his arms and legs were all equally well defined, but not overly so.
I licked my lips at the sight of him.

He bent over me, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking
forcefully, and I groaned with pleasure. He pushed my legs wider apart with
his thighs and I tilted my hips, trying to hurry him along.

“Patience,” he grinned at me again, giving my other breast a
squeeze. He leaned over me, finding my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and
thoroughly. I felt him push inside me and I groaned into his mouth. It felt
amazing. He pulled his mouth from mine, sitting up to grab my hips, pulling
me hard against his body as he slowly began to thrust.

“Cian,” I moaned. “Harder, faster.”

“As you wish,” he replied, his hips gaining momentum. His
fingers dug into my skin.

I struggled with the shirt tangling my arms. My eyes met
his. “Please Cian, I need to touch you.”

He reached over and freed my arms, leaning his body over
mine, never alternating his rhythm. I reached out to grasp his arms, sliding
my fingers across his tanned skin and up to twine in his hair.

“Oh god, Harry, you feel so good, so tight, like you were
made to fit me.” His breath hitched. “I don’t know how much longer I can
last.”

“It’s your turn, Cian.”

“No,” he replied, grabbing my hips and flipping me back over
onto my knees. He re-entered me from behind in one deep stroke, wrapping his
arm around my hips to touch me with his fingers. Thrusting deeply from his new
position, he caressed me until I was once again teetering on the edge of
orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so close,” I moaned.

His breath felt hot against my neck as he leaned over me,
one hand at my hip pulling me tight against him, the other squeezing my breast.
His mouth closed over the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder and I
gasped at the sharp pain that quickly turned to pleasure as he bit down hard on
my flesh. I tumbled over the edge, screaming. A moment later, he joined me,
growling out my name.

Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, Nash turning slightly to
the side to fall down beside me. He removed the condom, reaching over to wrap
it in a tissue and then pulled me up close against him. Our skin was sticky
with sweat and we both lay there panting like we had run a marathon.

“What the fuck was that?” I marvelled. “You bit me!”

Nash laughed. He leaned in against my neck and licked the
same spot. A shiver ran down my spine.

“It felt fucking amazing, whatever it was you did,” I
admitted, not really angry.

Nash nuzzled my neck, his hand caressing my breast. “Yes,
it did. And I fully intend to do it again and again.” He rolled me over onto
my back and took my mouth with his, his hand between my legs.

Laughing, I pulled my mouth from his. “That sounds
wonderful, but do you think we could nap first? I’m exhausted.”

Nash chuckled and pulled me closer. He settled the quilt
over us and snuggled in. “That works for me.”

He woke me two more times in the night, proving him a man of
his word, each time bringing me to new heights of desire and ecstasy. When I
finally awoke in the morning, it was to find myself sprawled across his chest,
his hand splayed over my bare ass. I opened my eyes and gazed down into his
sparkling green ones.

“Good morning, minx,” he said. “Time to get up.”

I wiggled, feeling his erection between us. “I think
somebody already is up,” I said with a grin.

“I meant we should probably get up and head back into town,”
he replied. His business-like tone surprised me. I guess Cian was gone and
Nash was back.

“Yeah, sure, you’re right,” I said, sliding off him and
grabbing my shirt off the floor. I held it in front of me suddenly feeling
awkward. “I’ll need to borrow your clothes to go home.” I turned away,
looking for my pants.

Nash reached out and grabbed me by the arm. “Harry wait, we
need to talk first.”

“What’s there to talk about? We both had an itch last night
and we scratched it. I get it Nash.”

“Harry, I…” Nash’s phone rang, interrupting him. He
reached over and grabbed it off the bedside table. “Dammit, I have to take
this call.”

“Sure, whatever.” I grabbed my pants from the floor and
headed to the bathroom.

I jumped in the shower, my thoughts reeling. What was I
thinking last night? I really let my hormones get the better of me. Having
sex with Nash had been a really bad idea. Epically bad. Luckily, he seemed to
think so as well. Hopefully, we could just forget the whole thing ever
happened. Although it was highly unlikely I was going to forget the multiple screaming
orgasms any time soon.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud pounding on the
door. “Harry, we have to go.” The door opened and Nash, dressed in jeans but
no shirt, stood just in the doorway. His eyes raked across me as I hurriedly
tried to wash the shampoo out of my hair. When I opened my eyes again he was
gone.

I quickly dried off and pulled on Nash’s sweats. When I
walked out into the living room, Nash was on the phone again talking urgently
to someone.