Awakening Abduction (6 page)

Hannah pulled off him and flipped onto her back beside him. Her legs shook involuntarily. She was sprawled across his stomach and thighs, his dick between them, still not all the way slack after coming twice.

Down, boy
. She would need time to recover.

“What?” Hannah flinched.

Had she heard his thoughts? From her confused expression, he deduced she had, even though she might not quite understand it yet. He glanced away, knowing he’d need to learn to control the wandering ideas coming from his little head or risk scaring her to death.

Pulling himself together, James turned to find Hannah had one arm flung over her face, covering her eyes. Her other arm crossed over her chest beneath her breasts.

He quickly gathered her against him and hugged her tight.

“I… What the hell is the matter with me?”

He could barely hear her spoken words mumbled against his chest, but her brain spit them out loud and clear.

“I have a lot to explain.”

“You aren’t the virgin throwing herself against the first man to make her horny like some sort of slut.”

James pulled and tugged on her arms until he had them separated and then lifted her chin and forced her to face him.

With a stern look, he began by admonishing her for putting herself down. “You are not a slut. You are a sexy, gorgeous little wolf…in heat.” Well, that was one way.

James held his breath, but Hannah just stared at him until she started giggling. “That seems to sum it up. A wolf in heat. I’ve never heard it put quite that way.”

Fuck
. She hadn’t taken him seriously. New tactic.

James sat up and pulled Hannah into his lap, cradling her against him between his legs. He angled the pillows behind him and leaned against the headboard.

Clearing his throat, he began again. “Actually, honey, I’m being serious. We are wolves. All of us, your family and mine. Shapeshifters.”

Hannah froze for one moment and then jumped from his grip and scrambled off the bed, chest heaving. “Wolves? As in werewolves? Are you out of your friggin’ mind?”

She slowly backed away, her gaze burning into him. “You’re not kidding?”

She glanced around the room, locating her discarded clothes. “Um…I think I’ll get dressed.”

He could smell her fear, her disbelief. Her mind raced with thoughts of how crazy he was and how she had to escape. And James heard every word.

Hannah picked up random pieces of clothing before heading swiftly to the bathroom.

He let her go. She needed time to gather her thoughts.

Water came on in the shower and he cringed to realize she wanted to wash him off her, separate herself from his idiotic notions.

He lay back on the mattress and took deep breaths. How long before she herself changed? How long before the fever took over? It could be minutes or hours. Every female reacted slightly differently to the change. Could he reach into her thoughts right now, soothe her perhaps?

Hannah, baby. It’s okay.

Hearing her every move with his oversensitive senses, he knew he’d reached her when she paused and dropped the soap with a double bounce on the floor of the bathtub. The shower curtain flung open, making him cringe when the metal rings scraped against the rod. He pictured her peering around the room to make sure he hadn’t entered through the locked door.

Why don’t you sit down and soak in the tub for a while, before you fall?

Why don’t you get the fuck out of my head and stop driving me insane?
she mocked back without using her mouth, still secure in her belief she was the only one involved in this little chat.

I’ll make you a deal. You lie back and take a nice soak, and I’ll keep my thoughts to myself for half an hour. Deal?

Nothing but the sound of running water answered him.

Oh, one more thing before I “go”. Add some cool water as your temperature rises so you don’t overheat in there.

Probably afraid he was actually communicating with her, or at least willing to test out her theory, Hannah audibly flipped the shower off, allowing water to flow out of the spout into the tub. When no more sounds came out of the room beyond the obvious, he relaxed. She’d taken his advice.

Now what?

Chapter Five

James had tidied up the room, straightened out the bed, eaten the last slices of now cold pizza and drunk two of the remaining now warm beers.

Pacing got him nowhere and he sat on the loveseat with his hand across his eyes to block out the glare from the room’s ceiling light. He would have preferred to relax in just the dim light coming through the window, but he didn’t want to worry Hannah even more. If she were to come out of the bathroom and found him sitting alone in the dark, she’d assume he was a very strange predator.

“James?” The soft voice barely penetrated his thoughts.

He yanked to attention to find a shivering Hannah standing before him wrapped in a towel.

“I don’t feel well.”

He reached for her and easily pulled her onto the couch beside him. Her body burned with fever. “I know, baby. I warned you.”

“No, you didn’t.” She stared at him in confusion.

James didn’t want to argue right now and he lifted her tiny frame easily in his arms and carried her over to the bed. With one hand, he pulled back the sheets so she could lie against the cool material, at least until her body warmed the spot.

Hannah moaned and curled into a ball on her side, her towel still wrapped around her, but barely concealing her cleavage and not covering the soft globes of her sexy ass at all.

James soothed her with his hand, gently stroking up and down her arm.

She would be frightened beyond belief if he didn’t prepare her for shifting.

“Hannah, look at me.” He waited a beat for her to comply.

She glanced his way.

“I know it’s all very difficult to take in, but we, you and I, are assuredly of the lupine persuasion.” It sounded a bit ridiculous and literal to his ears, but maybe the gentler words could be swallowed more easily.

“Mm-hm, you mentioned that.” She didn’t look away.

“You are going to shift, soon. Tonight, in fact, judging by your body temperature. I’d like to make the process easier on you by demonstrating first.” When she didn’t flinch, he added, “Transforming. Myself. Now. For you to watch.”

James gulped and prayed for the god of explanations to step in anytime.

“Fine. Go ahead.”

Too easy. She was humoring him. On the flip side, when he touched her skin again, he knew he was running out of time and decided to take the plunge.

Stepping back, he shucked his only clothing, his jeans, and stood before her naked, watching her face and making sure she paid attention.

Why does he have to be so damn sexy and hung like a bear?

James chuckled.
Wolf. I’m telling you. Wolf.

Her gaze met his. Time to shift. It only took about thirty seconds. He prayed he could hold her attention that long and she wouldn’t bolt from the room before he could finish, making herself vulnerable to who knew what outside the hotel door while she succumbed to her own unavoidable transformation.

With a pop of bones, James stretched his arms before him and kept his gaze on hers. His limbs altered, hair elongated, his jaw pushed forward. Moments later he stood before her in his most regal form.

She hesitated, wiped her hands across her eyes, blinked a few times and then leaped across the bed to the other side. Her forgotten towel dropped to the floor and James watched as her chest heaved, her traitorous nipples at attention, her pussy still glistening with need. Even frightened and confused, she craved him.

“James?”

It’s still me, honey.

She looked around. “How did you…? Where…?” Instead of screaming, she was barely audible.

Deep breaths.

She had no idea how beautiful she was, naked before him. In fact, he’d not had the chance yet to see her quite like this. He wandered gradually around to her side of the bed while she slowly turned and followed his movements with her gaze and her body.

In front of him stood the sexiest, most sensual creature he’d ever laid eyes on. Her waist was so tiny, making her breasts seemed enormous, even though they might have appeared normal on an average-sized woman. Her hips flared out, but in contrast to her small waist. Her legs went on forever on her proportionately small frame.

And then she grabbed a sheet, yanked it off the bed and covered herself.

Please, don’t. I love your body. I love looking at all your wonderful curves and thinking about making love to you in every way imaginable.

“Stop talking into my head. It’s disconcerting.”

At least she recognized the validity of the fact. Finally.

He blinked his big lids at her and lowered his head to his paws. Would she perceive his stance of submission and obedience, albeit temporary, and relax her posture?

Not so much.

She backed against the wall and then slunk to the floor, covering her entire exposed self with the sheet.

They were in a standoff. Not wanting to make matters worse, James opted to stay where he was, two feet from her toes, until he could hear her heart rate lower and smell her fear ebbing.

Minutes ticked by, the only audible sounds their heavy breathing and the clock ticking behind him.

“That’s going to happen to me?”

Yes. Soon. Would you like me to shift back and be with you in human form or stay in wolf form when you do?

“I don’t know.” Hannah brought her hand to her mouth and bit her nail.

James waited.

“Will it hurt?”

Not much.
Could he soothe her with his mind?

“Did you cause this to happen? Because you had sex with me?”

Well, yes and no. I suppose you could say I caused it from the standpoint that we are mated now and it’s just what happens when shapeshifters mate. Can’t be avoided.
At her gasp, he hurried to continue.
But before you go all accusatory on me, you are a shapeshifter also, Hannah, because your mother and father are. If you had mated with another, God forbid, besides the fact I would have killed the bastard, you still would have shifted under his tutelage instead of mine.

She looked uncertain.

It’s the nature of our breed. You were born this way. Males begin to shift at puberty. Females don’t shift until they’re claimed.

“Oh.”

Hannah… You are mine.

“I see.” She nibbled on her nail again, and he wanted to grab the hand to stop her from drawing blood. He stayed where he was.

More time passed. It hurt to let her take the reins, but he remained “silent” while she absorbed the abundance of information.

Her arms fell to her sides finally, allowing the sheet to drift beneath her breasts. “I’m so hot.” Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned.

James inched his way closer to her, head down, hind legs pushing him forward. When he got close enough, he risked laying his head against her ankle.

Hannah glanced his way and…smiled, wanly but still.

Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Let go, babe.

She moaned in response and shook her head. “Can’t.”

Look at me. Let me help you.

One look at her eyes and James knew it was time. Hannah lay down on the floor beside him and curled her body inward. Sweat covered her brow and he ached to wipe the beads away, ease her discomfort. The first time was always the worst. Confusing. Stressful, even for those who’d seen the change hundreds of times throughout their childhoods.

Hannah had seen precisely one shift. It was obvious from her naiveté that she’d never even seen her parents shift as a young child.

Guilt riddled him as he watched her fight the inevitable.

I’m right here, babe. Look into my eyes and let it go.

Moments later she did as she’d been told and twisted her head toward him.

Bones cracked and she sucked in a breath. Held it.

Breathe.
James nuzzled her leg, inched forward to lick her hand, praying she’d find the action soothing rather than distasteful.

Before his eyes, his beautiful mate shifted, an action as old as time. Bones popped and elongated, transforming into the most wonderful blonde wolf he’d ever seen. He nosed her face and when she didn’t flinch, he licked her snout, savoring this first time in their lupine form together.

You’re so lovely. I wish you could see yourself.

Uh-huh. Right.

She snorted, as well as possible in wolf form. As she peered around the room, she began to panic.

Is this real? Will I be able to turn back?

Of course. In a little while.

I feel strange.

It’ll grow on you. You’ll see. Are you tired? You must be exhausted.

Very.

Lie down next to me. I’ll keep you warm while you nap.

Without argument, Hannah spun in a circle and then settled on the floor, her head over her crossed front paws. If he could have smiled visibly, he would have.

* * * * *

Hannah awoke with a start and bolted upright. Glancing down, she confirmed she was in bed and indeed completely intact and human, albeit naked. It had been a dream. A weird nightmare actually.

“You okay?” The voice jerked her head to the side.

Sure enough, the nightmare wasn’t completely untrue. James lay beside her, reaching for her to run his hand along her spine, a tight questioning smile on his face.

Heat spread across her skin, crawling up her neck and face, undoubtedly leaving it splotchy.

Which parts had been true and which were a bad dream? She hoped the early parts of her memory had been real, because her recollection involved some unbelievable sex.

“Honey,” he began, tugging her down toward him, warming her skin where it chilled in the cool air of the hotel room. Was the air-conditioning on? “It’s all true. We definitely engaged in the best sex of all time, over and over, in fact. And then—”

Hannah twisted away. “Can’t we just leave it at that and I’ll try to pretend the rest of my imaginings didn’t happen, starting with you reading my mind.”

“Okay, but you’ll have to face the truth sooner or later, love.”

Kisses rained down her spine and as much as she wished she could pull away, run far, far away, his mouth felt so good. Incredible. She couldn’t help but relax into his grip as he enveloped her in his arms from behind and nuzzled the back of her neck.

“James, don’t…” Even to her ears the words sounded flat.

Hands skimmed up her stomach and surrounded her breasts, grazing occasionally over her nipples pebbling beneath the caress against her wishes.

She should run from the room. Intellectually, she was freaked out, but she couldn’t seem to control her body’s own ideas, the intense need she had for…sex.

“You’re so responsive, always ready for me.” One hand wandered lower, leaving the other to alter between her needy breasts rising and falling against him.

When he reached between her legs, he found her already wet. With one leg, he pulled her open to him, allowing better access to her center.

Needy, Hannah attempted to turn toward him, but James held her steady, pulling her tighter against his chest. “Let me love you.” His breath fanned out against her neck and he kissed a line to her ear. Gentle licks around the lobe drove her to distraction.

“This is crazy. How many times did we have sex last night? Three? Four? Do we count the times you entered me or the orgasms as well?”

Chuckles filled her sensitive ear. “We can count any way you’d like, but it won’t stop me from taking you again now. You’ve been asleep for about eight hours while I lay here watching you, needing to fill your pussy again with my straining cock. Every little purr you made in your sleep drove me wild with wanting you again.”

She gasped. “You stayed awake? All night?”

“I don’t sleep much. Just a few hours a day really. You probably won’t need to sleep as much either, as soon as your first heat subsides.”

“When will that be, do you think? And why do you keep using the word ‘heat’?”

James distracted her by slipping a finger into her warmth and pulling it back out again to spread her wetness in a circle around her clit. She pressed against his hand, arching into it, hoping for better contact.

Instead he drew back. Removing his hand entirely, he whispered in her ear, “Hold still. Don’t rush me. I want to make love to you this time, instead of fucking you silly.”

“Really funny, wise guy.” Hannah grabbed his hand and pressed it back into the opening between her legs.

“Ah, ah, ah. Do I have to tie your hands to the headboard to get a little compliance around here?”

Hannah shivered, unsure if she was scared or excited by the proposition.

“Hmmm, interesting. You like that idea.” Trails of kisses worked their way toward her lips and she had to twist her head to make contact with his mouth from behind.

“Of course not.” Even she knew she’d spoken too quickly, too firmly.

“You can’t lie to me about your body, sweetheart. I can smell your arousal and it went up two notches when I spoke of restraining you. As it did again just now.” His lips landed on hers, but she could feel the smile behind the kiss.

The bastard was proud of himself.

Of course I am. Who wouldn’t be turned-on to find out his woman likes a little bondage? That’s sexy as hell, baby.
His words sank into her mind, but he never stopped exploring her mouth with his, his tongue beginning to work wonders against her own.

Fuck you, and get out of my head.
There was no oomph behind the silent proclamation and she knew it.

Soon. You’ll learn to block me over time, as I will you. But for now, you’d better watch your thoughts because I’m privy to all of them. And I’ll pay especially close attention to the kinky ones. You can count on it.

James grabbed her wrists with his and pulled them over her head to grasp them with just one of his own hands. “Where were we?” he muttered against the sensitive inner skin of her arm just below her armpit, sending a chill down her torso, raising goose bumps even on her exposed chest.

“I love it when you shiver beneath me. It’s sexy as hell to know I did that to you.” He rubbed his hand along the raised skin of her breast, easing the bumps until she slumped deeper against him.