WithHerCraving (3 page)

Today had been her first taste of a bit more freedom, but
only after Katrin had cut the leash and freed herself of the old bitch who had
been sent into Prince George as her escort.

“I know you’re full of yourself, male,” she grumbled, and
tried backing up into the driver’s seat behind her.

Jarvis grabbed her waist. “Katrin Keller.” He said her name
in a low baritone. “You won’t fear me.”

Before she had time to inform him she wasn’t afraid, his arms
were around her and he crushed her against him. All breath left her lungs.
Jarvis didn’t just kiss her, he devoured her mouth, demanding entrance and
impaling her with the same rough aggressiveness he seemed to do everything
else.

Katrin grabbed his shoulders. She wasn’t able to shove him
away from her. Maybe she didn’t want to end the kiss. Her mind was too fogged.
Her pussy was suddenly soaked and the ripe smell of her desire mixed with his,
creating an aroma equivalent to a strong drug. It was one she might become
addicted to real fast.

Jarvis allowed her to breathe when he left her mouth and
nipped at her jaw, then her neck.

“Say my name,” he growled.

She moaned instead. His hands weren’t on her waist any
longer but underneath her sweater. His touch scorched her skin, fueling the
lustful fire already burning inside her.

“Say it,” he demanded as he tortured the flesh just above
her collarbone with his breath.

“Jarvis,” she whispered.

He raised his head and looked down at her with smoldering
blue eyes laced with silver. When car tires screeched to a stop behind him,
Katrin jumped from the sudden sound. Her fingernails dug into his shirt. She
smelled his blood at the same time as he growled from deep in his throat.
Katrin instinctively growled in return.

Jarvis lifted her into the truck. She plopped onto the seat,
panting from what he’d just done to her, and had barely gotten her wits about
her when she realized a Prince George police car had pulled up alongside them.
Jarvis had closed her inside the cab but he still had the keys.

“Hey,” she complained, rolling down the window when his body
prevented her from opening the truck door.

A tall Cariboo male got out of the police car and sized up
Jarvis. Katrin froze and blinked, unable to hide the smell of her surprise. The
last thing she expected was one of her own to climb out of the human patrol
car. The Cariboo was as tall and muscular as Jarvis, yet definitely older. He
still looked ready and willing to fight, something most males in their prime
looked like they were ready to do. He had the blond hair and blue eyes
characteristic of his breed. His hair was cut short and his attentive gaze, as
he focused on Jarvis then her, seemed to commit his surroundings to memory with
a mere glance.

She breathed in male testosterone. Katrin wasn’t sure what
laws she or Jarvis might have broken but the urge to run hit her harder than
the desire to find out. She glanced toward the passenger door.

“Stop right there,” the male cop said with a fierce growl.

Katrin hadn’t processed that he was talking to her before
the driver’s side door opened and Jarvis was yanking her out of the truck as
hurriedly as he’d shoved her inside.

“What?” she yelped and hated how she sounded like a cub.

Jarvis planted her on her feet. He draped his arm over her
shoulder lazily, contradicting his aggressive actions up to that point. As much
as she wanted to look up at him, she kept her attention on the cop. The male
wore the same kind of uniform human cops wore. A slender nameplate on his shirt
said McAllister. He wore a badge. There was a wire going up to his ear and
every few seconds a female’s voice said something sounding like a high-pitched
hum to Katrin.

She exhaled when the Cariboo cop, McAllister, walked away
from them toward the back of the truck. He started reading the tag number into
a two-way radio attached to his shirt. Jarvis squeezed her shoulder and she
finally looked up at him.

“Did you drive into Prince George alone?” he whispered.

Katrin was pretty sure the cop overheard them. A human might
not have, but this cop, a male a good ten years older than Jarvis and very much
in his prime, could easily hear their whispering if he wished. She shook her
head once and glanced at McAllister, who was staring at the back of truck.

“Who was your escort?”

Katrin smelled on him what she was beginning to already
suspect—anger and suspicion.

“Quinnie Toubec,” she told him, speaking quietly but seeing
no reason to whisper.
What did it matter if the cop overheard them?
“I
dropped her off at a den where a litter lives that she wanted to visit.”

“Dropped her off, or left her there?” Jarvis asked, but
didn’t wait for her answer. He looked at the cop when he began walking toward
them. Once again, Jarvis’ grip tightened on her shoulder. “This is Toubec’s
truck. It’s not stolen,” he told the cop.

McAllister barely glanced at Jarvis before fixing his
attention on Katrin. “What’s your name, female?”

“Katrin Keller.”

“Who was your escort?”

Katrin despised having to have a leash wrapped around her
for any reason. Apparently both males sensed her displeasure in the question.
McAllister growled under his breath at the same time Jarvis squeezed her
shoulder hard.

“Quinette Toubec,” Jarvis told McAllister. “Katrin left her
with a litter Quinette wished to visit while Katrin did the shopping. Is there
a problem?”

“Yes, there’s a problem.” McAllister reached for Katrin.

Jarvis snarled.

McAllister curled his lip and tried grabbing Katrin.

Jarvis stepped in front of her.

Katrin wasn’t going to be treated like a rag doll and she
wasn’t being put on a leash. She moved around Jarvis and shoved him at the same
time. He was wound tight, a bit
too
tight, and turned on her as if he
might lunge. Katrin was just as wound up and growing just as pissed. She had no
problem showing Jarvis just how angry she was getting and didn’t give a damn if
this werewolf cop knew as well. The change surged to the surface and she bit
her lip when her teeth were suddenly too long for her human mouth. Before she
was able to spew a few choice words at Jarvis, the cop grabbed her.

“Don’t touch me,” she yelled, her words garbled, when the
cop latched onto her arm and dragged her to his patrol car.

McAllister suddenly had her behind him when he pointed at
Jarvis. “Stay right there. I’m going to talk to the female alone. You aren’t
going to move.”

“You can uphold human law all you want in your uniform,
Cariboo,” Jarvis snarled under his breath. “But you’re not going to tell me
what to do and you’re going to keep your paws off the female.”

Katrin almost sneezed from the spiciness of the anger
building between them. She was ignored long enough that she might have made a
run for it, but held her ground. Jarvis might fight her fight for her, which
would only make this unpleasant scene smell worse. And it was starting to smell
as if that was exactly what he meant to do.

“Feel free to call Toubec and ask if I uphold his law as
well,” the cop snarled. It looked as if he might spring out of his uniform at
any moment. The material stretched taut across bulging back muscles. “You might
ask how many werewolves he’s sent running from his ranch after they’ve broken
the law.”

Jarvis didn’t say anything but he growled with each breath
and his eyes were laced with silver.

“I uphold werewolf law,” the cop continued under his breath.
“Humans don’t care if their unmated females run without an escort.”

McAllister turned without another word and stared down at
her. “Did you drive into Prince George with an escort?”

McAllister’s tone had turned gentle. Katrin was still
pissed. “I don’t care whose law you uphold,” she informed him. “And threatening
to have me run off the Toubec ranch only makes you smell worse than you do in
that human uniform.”

She spun around and marched around both males to the truck.

“Katrin,” Jarvis snarled.

“If you try to leave, female…” the cop warned.

Katrin yanked the truck door open and climbed into the cab
before either male reached for her.

“I can’t leave,” she informed the cop. “He has the fucking
keys.” With that she slammed the door closed. “I’m calling Simone Toubec.” She
rolled up the window to make a point of ignoring both males. Immediately she
felt claustrophobic and regretted the action. Katrin fought not to pant as she
pulled the cell phone out of the glove box and pushed one on the speed dial.
Simone had told her earlier it would ring straight into her den.

“Hello,” a female voice answered after the second ring.

“Is this Simone?” Katrin hated phones. There was no way to
sniff out the person on the other end.

“Yes.”

“Simone, this is Katrin Keller. I don’t think I can live on
your ranch anymore.”

Jarvis felt like a caged animal on a thousand acres of land.
Katrin was somewhere inside the Toubec den. The way Rock Toubec smelled when
the werewolf cop escorted him, Katrin and Quinnie Toubec to his ranch earlier
was enough for Jarvis to know they wouldn’t allow him to see Katrin. He wasn’t
convinced his own hide was safe on the ranch but no one had sniffed him out
since he’d climbed out of the back of the truck and watched Katrin and Quinnie
disappear inside Toubec’s den.

Maybe tonight on his run he would just keep going. Luther,
his cousin, was down in the States with his new mate. He and Jaeger hadn’t
heard anything from him since he’d crossed the border into North Dakota. His
cousin and new mate had driven to their new pack. It would be one hell of a
long run. Maybe by the time he got there he’d have Katrin out of his system.
Hell, he hadn’t even fucked her and her scent still clung to him.

No one gave him a second glance or sniffed his way when he
reached the well-trodden ground between the outbuildings. The large Toubec den
loomed to his right, casting shadows in the growing darkness. Unlike most
nights, there were very few lights on inside. Jarvis looked up at the window
where Katrin had watched him the past few nights. There was nothing but
darkness on the other side of the flat windowpanes.

Jarvis hated the uncomfortable knot inside his gut. When
he’d overheard Katrin tell Simone on the phone that she didn’t think she could
stay in their den any longer, he’d guessed it was because she didn’t like how
she was being treated. No one had to sniff her out to know his hot little
female ran way too far on the wild side. He hadn’t had a moment alone with her
after the werewolf cop received the phone call to escort them back to the
ranch. And he hadn’t seen her since.

His own frustration reeked by the time he reached the spot
in the trees where he usually undressed and changed for his run. He stared up
at Katrin’s window as a work truck rumbled nearby. Jarvis shifted his attention
to it.

“Fucking tail,” he muttered and stalked to the road that
went around the Toubecs’ den. “Hey!” he waved. “Got room for one more?”

Riding into town for a beer, maybe checking out the other
females might help clear his head. He wasn’t thinking clearly and smelled even
worse.

Fortunately the ranch hands were too busy predicting who
would get a piece of tail to worry about how Jarvis smelled. If he took long
strides to the bar and downed his whiskey as if he were on a mission, no one
cared.

He brooded over his third shot, frustration turning to anger
when he wasn’t able to drink Katrin out of his head. Slapping the empty shot
glass down on the bar, Jarvis nodded to the bartender as someone touched his
shoulder.

Jarvis wasn’t in the mood for company. “What?” he glowered,
grunting at the same time.

A tall, young male took a step backward. Whether he sensed
Jarvis’ aggression or was also drunk wasn’t clear by his scent.

“I—uh—outside,” he stammered, pointing to the door.

“Spit it out,” Jarvis snapped. “I know where the fucking
outside is.”

“She paid me.” The pup held up a ten-dollar bill. “She said
to tell you…”

The rest of the werewolf’s drunken babble was lost to
Jarvis. He pulled out a twenty and put it next to his empty shot glasses then
pushed past the male. The cold air slapped him in the face but Jarvis barely
noticed. Howley’s, the pool hall in Prince George, did a good amount of
business. At least that was the howling Jarvis always heard. Tonight was proof.
The large gravel parking lot was full of parked cars and several werewolves
lingered in dark shadows.

Jarvis sniffed the air, searching for Katrin’s scent.

He made it to the end of the building when the silhouette of
a female caught his eye. She stood alone, hugging herself against the cold,
wavy auburn hair draping her shoulders and falling past her breasts. As he
approached, she tensed and straightened.

Jarvis was lured to her scent, in spite of the nervous
trepidation he smelled as well. He didn’t stop when he reached her but pulled
Katrin into his arms. He buried his face in her hair, in her neck, and held her
until she finally relaxed and collapsed against him.

“What are you doing, my little red wolf?” he asked, nuzzling
her neck. “What’s in the backpack?

Jarvis was damn near drunk from her scent when he raised his
head and stared into eyes so wild-looking they almost didn’t fit on her human
face.

“Why would you call me a red wolf?” she whispered.

He lifted her hair in his hand. “Because little wolf, your
hair is the most beautiful shade of dark red I’ve ever seen. Why do you smell
so spooked?” He reached behind her and squeezed the full backpack. “You have
more than a change of clothes in there.”

She stiffened and tried backing out of his arms. “I’m not
spooked,” she said defiantly. “Maybe it was a mistake coming here.”

He wasn’t letting her out of his arms that easily. “I don’t
think it was a mistake.”

Jarvis would pull the truth out of her soon enough. First he
wanted her relaxed and cradled against him. He nipped her lip, then devoured
her mouth.

“Jarvis,” she cried out, grabbing his hair.

Katrin pulled his head down, demanding as much as he did.
Jarvis barely managed the pain that instantly ransacked his system. Fire burned
through his veins and his breath came in pants. He tasted her, inhaled her
scent, and wanted, needed, more.

“What are you—?” she gasped when he lifted her off the
ground. “Wait. There is something—”

“It can wait.” Jarvis carried her behind the building,
searching for the scent of any nearby human or werewolf.

He wasn’t sure how he focused on watching his step and not
crunching too loudly as he moved through the trees and away from the
neighborhood around them. His heart pounded so loudly against his chest it
would have been enough to alert even the deafest of humans.

With each step Katrin’s body moved against his. His cock was
almost too hard to keep moving. No matter where he walked he continually picked
up the scent of someone, human or werewolf, too close for comfort.

“We can’t do this,” Katrin complained. “Put me down.”

“Why can’t we do this?” Jarvis finally let her slide down
his body, which was pure torture. He wasn’t the only one suffering either. He
smelled her sexual frustration mixed with his own. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“You know that’s not true.” Katrin hugged herself but then
lowered her arms, blowing out a loud sigh.

It only filled the air around them stronger with her rich,
ripe scent. When she ran her fingers through her thick hair, Jarvis saw how she
trembled.

“I sniffed you out for a reason.”

“I thought I knew that reason.”

That haunted look was back in her eyes. She searched his
face, her expression strained with demons and pain. “I left the Toubec ranch.”

When she didn’t continue, Jarvis took a moment to search
their surroundings. They were alone behind a row of businesses, some human and
werewolf. Prince George was a melting pot filled with many species, most lived
in peace and others in ignorance. At the moment, he didn’t smell any hostilities
around them. Years of running in the mountains gave him the insight that things
might change at any moment.

Katrin also searched around them, but her expression was
closer to panic. Her scent had changed too.

“Wait a minute, what do you mean you left the Toubecs?”

“It’s not for me there,” she said, her voice barely above a
whisper. “I owed you as much to tell you that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Maybe I want to,” she offered and focused on his chest.

He never wanted her in debt to him. But he did want her.
“This isn’t the place to talk.” Jarvis took her hand and began walking. The
pain from his swollen dick still coursed through him but it was tolerable.

Less than thirty minutes later he unlocked the door to a
motel room. It was managed by humans and reeked of their stale odor. They
wouldn’t pick up on his or Katrin’s scent, though. There were times when he was
grateful humans didn’t have the ability to smell emotions. The last thing he
wanted was anyone working here to walk by and smell how much lust drifted out
around the motel room’s door.

“Why did you bring us here?” Katrin asked as she walked into
the room and reached for the knob to turn on the lamp by the bed.

Jarvis grabbed her hair, taking the thick strands in his
hand and pulling. He had it gathered at the nape and turned her, then pushed
her so she was bent over the bed. Pressing his fist against her lower back, he
kept her pinned. Katrin wasn’t able to turn her head or straighten.

“You’ve already told me you’ve run from Toubec’s ranch so
taking you to my den isn’t an option.” When she didn’t fight him, he moved his
hand from her back and reached around her to unfasten her jeans, then unzip
them. “You better take these off,” he warned. Already his pulse hit a beat so
rapid he barely trusted himself to undress her. He’d shred her clothes before
any of them hit the floor in one piece.

Katrin moved her hands but collapsed onto the bed. “Then you
better let go of my hair,” she growled, her low, raspy voice so damn sultry.

Jarvis flipped her onto her back. Grabbing her legs when she
brought them up, as if she might try kicking him backward, his hands slid down
her jeans until he held her boot. He pulled it off and let it fall to the floor
with a thud. The other one came off just as easily. The smell of humans
embedded in the furniture, the carpet and even the walls wasn’t strong enough
to douse the explosion of lust that suddenly filled the room.

“Tonight, here, this is our sanctuary.” He was barely able
to form words, let alone peel out of his clothes. “But know this, my sexy red
Cariboo—I won’t fuck you and walk away.”

Her fingers rested just inside her unzipped jeans. He
watched her flat belly rise and fall, adored the smooth contours of her exposed
flesh and allowed the moment of silence to linger between them as she absorbed
his meaning.

Katrin’s attention drifted from his face. The heat of her
gaze travelled down his body and he knew she took in the scars on his chest, on
his arms, and when his jeans came off, the ones on his legs. She saw, and
possibly comprehended that whatever tore at her from her past, his hadn’t been
any easier.

Whatever hesitation gave her pause after he spoke, she
pushed it aside and made no ceremony about taking the rest of her clothes off.
Jarvis wasn’t sure stopping now would be possible when she came at him,
completely naked. Pushing herself off the bed, she reached for him. Her touch
was worse torture than she would ever know.

Katrin placed her hands on him and brushed her fingertips
over the tight curls between his pectorals when she spoke. “Then you know this,
Cariboo,” she whispered. “I’m going to fuck you and you may still walk away in
the morning.”

She pressed her mouth over one of his nipples. Her breath
was so damn hot it scorched his flesh. Jarvis howled, briefly speechless. They
would debate their morals and values later, and he would win.

“The morning is quite a ways away,” he growled, lifting her
under the arms and returning her to the bed.

Katrin landed on her back, her auburn hair tumbling around
her. Strands draped over her slender shoulders and fanned on her perky, firm
breasts. Small, round nipples pointed at him, making him drool. His body was so
stiff, his cock swollen and heavy. But staring at her, taking in her torturous
beauty was worth every ounce of pain he endured remaining where he was.

She ran one hand along her inner thigh. Her legs were bent
and she stopped her journey and rested her hand on her knee. Jarvis loved her
creamy white skin, her slender body, her long legs and narrow feet.

The tight curls between her legs barely covered the smooth
flesh underneath. Moisture already glistened between her narrow folds. Katrin
was young, toned and had very few scars, but she wasn’t as muscular as most
females. She was also taller than any female he’d sniffed after in the past.
The auburn hair between her legs and fanning around her face was an unusual
color for a Cariboo female. It was an alluring shade though and added to
Katrin’s incredible sex appeal.

“Fucking tail, little red werewolf, you are so damn hot,” he
grumbled, his voice too rough.

“So are you.” When she smiled, his world tilted.

Jarvis wasn’t sure if he climbed over her or simply fell
onto the bed. The moment he did, Katrin sprang forward, grabbing him. He wasn’t
ready for how strong she was when she gripped his shoulders and flipped him to
his back. She wasn’t stronger than he was though. Jarvis didn’t have a problem
with her taking the lead. Some females liked that and this one seemed to always
want complete control of her surroundings. That was fine with him, as long as
her surroundings smelled sensible. He fell to his back and grabbed her hips
when she straddled him.

Her long hair tumbled in front of her. The heat from her
pussy scorched his cock. She rubbed herself against his length then lowered her
mouth to his.

“I’m going to ride you until you come,” she breathed into
his mouth.

“Is that so?”

He felt her smile more than saw it. She smelled sweet and
ripe and the cream from her pussy soaked his cock. Jarvis loved a hot, wild
female but he smelled something different on Katrin he didn’t usually smell. It
wasn’t fear, but whatever haunted her ran so strong in her bloodstream it
couldn’t be hidden even by her desire for him.

“Yes, Cariboo. That’s so.”

“Bossy female.”

She bit his lip. The metallic taste and scent of blood
drowned out other aromas only for a moment. Katrin hummed and pressed her lips
over his. She rubbed her lithe body against him. Hard nipples scraped his
chest. The carnal, more primitive side of him roared to life and he reached
between them, grabbing her breasts.