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Authors: Shelly Laurenston

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She placed her hands flat on his chest, right at the center, his heartbeat strong and healthy beneath her fingers.
Lord, she’d have to be careful with this one. Because she could get used to all this. The nice bathroom. This amazing body at her disposal. The way he smiled when he looked at her. It was such a sweet smile, like she delighted him somehow.
Dee leaned in and pressed her mouth against his throat while she lightly dragged claws across his chest. Van Holtz groaned, his hands reaching for her. She tongued her way up his throat, pressing her breasts into his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“I want you,” she told him plain. “Here. Now.”
Laughing and groaning at the same time, he half-heartedly pointed at the shower. “It’s not even five feet away.”
“Later.” Because she had to have him
now
.
Dee pulled at his jeans, trying to get them off, about to release her claws to do to his jeans what she’d already done to his T-shirt. But Ric caught her hands with one of his own and used the other to press against her forehead.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking for the fever.” It was the way their bodies sometimes healed, but Dee knew she’d already bounced back from the cut on her arm and the loss of blood. In fact, she felt great! And horny!
“That little faith in yourself, Van Holtz?” she had to tease.
“I just wanted to be sure. I do not want any complaints in the morning.”
“Do I pass inspection?” she asked when he pulled his hand away from her forehead.
“You do. So please”—he gestured to the lower half of his body—“continue removing my jeans.”
She held her hand up, unleashed her claws.
“Okay, okay,” he said, stepping away from the wall. “I’ll remove them myself. So impatient,” he muttered.
Dee watched Ric push his jeans down before kicking them and his sneakers and socks off. When he stood tall, she was right behind him, her groin pressing into his ass. She wrapped her arm around his neck, her lips against his nape, her free hand smoothing around his hip until she could reach his cock. She grasped it in her hand, fingers tightening until he gasped, his head turning, his mouth meeting hers.
She stroked him, running her thumb over the head until he pulled away from her. “Get on the floor,” he ordered her. Then he stopped, squeezed his eyes shut, and added, “Please.”
Unable to keep from laughing, Dee stretched out on the floor, watching as Ric tore through the cabinet under his sink. “They’re in here,” he promised. “I swear. They’re in here.”
He was halfway inside the damn thing when she heard him cheer, “Yes!” That was also when he tried to stand before he was out of the cabinet, his head colliding with the sink pipe. “Ow!”
Ric muttered what may have been cuss words as he crawled back out, but he held a box of condoms.
“Give me that,” Dee said, sitting up and snatching it from his hand. “Don’t want to take the chance you’ll damage these, too.”
“I’m usually smoother than this,” he told her, his hand rubbing the back of his poor head. “Usually.”
“Yeah. And sometimes I can be downright chatty.” She opened the box of condoms and pulled one out. She ripped open the packaging and caught hold of Ric’s cock with her hand. It was already hard, so she didn’t have to worry about that. Instead she focused on getting the condom on him and his cock inside her. That’s the only thing she wanted at the moment—and she’d be damned if she didn’t get it.
Ric watched Dee-Ann roll the condom down his cock. Once she did that, she looked at him and smiled. “See?” she asked. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
And that’s when Ric basically . . . well . . . lost it.
All that culture and breeding and education meant very little when faced with the sexiest woman in the world. A woman who wanted him.
Ric caught hold of Dee’s face between his hands and kissed her while the rest of his body forced hers to the floor. She opened her thighs to him and he was between them and inside of her in seconds, the feel of her wet heat wrapping around his cock nearly killing him, it was so intense.
He froze, his body overwhelmed by the woman he was in. The woman he loved. And she had no idea. To her this was fun times with a good buddy, but to Ric this meant everything. And to find out being inside her was even better than he’d dreamed. . . .
“What’s wrong?” Dee asked. “Why’d ya stop?”
“I’m trying for some Zen-like control here, Dee-Ann. You’re not helping.”
“Fuck control, darlin’.” She brushed her forehead against his chin. “Fuck rules and supervisors and what’s right and what’s wrong. Fuck it all.” She pressed her lips against a little spot right under his ear. “But right now, with that big cock of yours takin’ up all that room inside my pussy, it’s time for you to fuck me.”
Then she bit him. Not enough to break skin, not enough to mark him. But enough.
Ric caught hold of her wrists and slammed her hands to the floor, his body rising up over Dee’s. She grinned up at him, ripping away his last bit of control.
No matter how much they might try to hide it, a wolf was a wolf was a wolf. And Ulrich Van Holtz was a wolf. She’d known that long before now, but this just confirmed it. Because no fancy rich boy could fuck her the way Van Holtz was fucking her, his body powering into hers, over and over. Dee’s arms were pinned by her head, unable to move as Ric took what he wanted from her.
Dee-Ann closed her eyes and let the delicious feeling of Ric being inside her take over.
He brought his lips down to her breast, grasping a nipple and sucking it into his mouth, tugging at it. She writhed from the pressure, trying to pull her hands away from his grasp, but unable to manage.
He moved to her other breast, this time grazing his fangs against the tip. Dee shuddered from the contact, her hips rocking up to meet each of Van Holtz’s thrusts.
Another orgasm tore through her, making her toes curl, her fangs burst from her gums, her claws unleash. Her body shuddered and shook beneath Ric’s, a low snarl slipping past her lips.
Ric followed right behind her, groaning into Dee’s neck, his body jerking from each ejaculation.
When he finally crashed on top of her, his breath coming out in hard pants, his hands unable to hold her wrists any longer, Dee said, “See?
Now
we can take that shower.”
And she laughed when Ric’s only reply was, “Quiet, Dee-Ann. Just . . . quiet.”
C
HAPTER
11
 
D
ee-Ann woke up when she felt the stitches in her arm being tugged out.
It was Ric doing the tugging. Naked except for a sheet, he was trying to carefully and quietly remove the stitches so as not to wake her.
Dang, but he was cute. She’d never realized before. She’d noticed he was pretty, sure, but not so . . .
cute
. With his polite, fussy ways, and insistence on feeding her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He flinched. “Damn.” Brown eyes looked at her. “I was trying not to wake you.”
“You’re removing a foreign material from my skin. How could you not wake me?”
“I thought I could at least try. Your skin was starting to grow over so I couldn’t leave it any longer.”
Dee sat up in the enormous bed and pulled her arm away from Van Holtz. Using her fangs, she methodically tore out each stitch, spitting the material into her free hand, until she was done.
Ric, staring at her, observed, “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”
“A time or two.” Of course, when she’d done it before, she’d been knee-deep in some jungle or African grassland, waiting for hunters to take the bait and move into her line of sight. She’d definitely not done it while lying in a big, comfortable bed with a handsome wolf grinning at her.
“Got a trash can?” she asked, raising her hand with the stitches.
Reaching over his side of the bed, Ric lifted up a small stainless-steel trashcan and held it out for her to toss the evidence of her recent knife-fighting incident away.
“What time is it?”
He returned the trash can to the spot on the floor and glanced at the clock by the bed. “Six. I overslept.”
“Need to be at the restaurant?”
“No, I have dinner service tonight. I was going to try and get in some practice at the rink so that idiot would lay off.”
“Y’all sure don’t like that boy, do you?” Neither Ric nor MacRyrie had a nice word to say about Bo Novikov. She found it kind of funny simply because they were normally so damn nice.
“No. We don’t. But Blayne loves him so there’s not much we can say.” He reached out, his finger tracing the line of her jaw to her throat, to her collarbone. “You need to eat.”
“I’m fine.”
“It wasn’t a question, Dee-Ann. Or an offer.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her throat.
Dee’s eyes closed, her left hand sliding up his bicep to his shoulder.
“You don’t always have to feed me, Van Holtz. I can find food on my own.”
“You find crap on your own.” He moved in closer, nipped at her jaw and Dee’s nipples hardened, her pussy getting wet. “You need a healthy meal so you can face the day.”
He was pushing her back on the bed. She wasn’t trying to stop him. “And what do I have to face today?” she asked, both hands gripping his shoulders now, holding him tight against her.
“Worry about it later,” he told her—so she did.
Dee came out of the bathroom, her body again freshly scrubbed clean. She wrapped one towel around herself and used another to roughly dry her hair. As she stepped from the bathroom to the bedroom, she had to pause and stare at the bed. It was so
big.
It made sense since it was built specifically for bears but . . . good Lord. Not only was the bear-sized queen mattress more than double the size of a regular king, the frame was made of extra-thick steel. Sometimes even titanium for those who could afford it.
In case the bear cubs decide to jump up and down?
Shaking her head, she walked into the hallway and instantly scented a foreign wolf in the vicinity. She followed the scent to the guest bedroom and saw some scraggly looking homeless wolf going through the extra clothes there.
Standing behind the wolf, arms resting at her sides, fingers twitching just a little . . . she waited.
Stein Van Holtz, family black sheep and all-around recent loser, dug through his cousin’s extra clothes drawer. How low he’d fallen. How low.
It still dazed him sometimes to think about how far and how fast he’d crashed back to earth after so long at the top. Where did his luck go? He still had skills, but everything had gone wrong. In three years he’d gone from top of the heap to absolutely nothing. And through all of that, he’d lost his family and his Pack. If he had one or the other, he’d be okay, but he’d lost both.
So, when he’d needed help, he’d ended up approaching the last person he’d wanted to go to with his hand out, but he’d had no choice. Honestly, he’d thought the one cousin who’d toss him out on his ass would be Ric, but he hadn’t. And that’s why Stein had probably come to him because he knew Ric was the one blood relation who would help him.
The realization tore at him because it had been Ric that Stein had fucked over the worst. But still, it didn’t mean that—
Stein’s head lifted, the hackles on his neck rising up, his fangs sliding out. He shot around to face whatever was behind him, but the She-wolf had him by the throat before he could blink and, one handed, slammed him up against the wall, his feet not quite touching the ground—and they were about the same height.
“Stealin’, boy?” she asked in an accent he found a tad off-putting. Especially when she was choking the shit out of him. “That’s just rude.”
He tried to tell her he was a Van Holtz, that he knew Ric, that he could be here, but she wouldn’t loosen up her grip enough to allow him to say much of anything. Her towel slipped off and she stood brazen and naked, still holding him. She wasn’t exactly pretty or anything and her body had tons of scars, a few long and angry looking but mostly a bunch of little ones all over. But it was her eyes . . . Christ, her eyes. Cold, bright yellow wolf eyes gazed up at him with no remorse, no doubt, no pity.
This wasn’t some average wolf, trying to scare him by shifting only her eyes. No, this was a warrior wolf. The kind Stein used to hear about from his grandfather, who loved talking of the times when Van Holtzes were only Holtzes and had faced down legions of Roman soldiers. This female would have been on the front line, a banshee if he’d ever seen one.
“Did you find something to wear?” Ric asked, walking into the room while mixing up batter for pancakes. He stopped in the doorway, took in the scene, and said, “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t realize you were busy.” And walked away!
Stein tried to call him back. Tried to beg him to get his ass back here and help his poor, baby cousin! What was he playing at? He had a pitbull loose in his apartment but he didn’t have voice control?
The female sized him up again. “You know him?” she asked and Stein didn’t know why she was asking him questions when she gripped his throat so tight he still couldn’t speak.
“Yeah,” Ric replied, coming back into the room. He leaned against the doorjamb, still mixing that batter as if his cousin wasn’t in mortal danger. “He’s my cousin.”
“Invited?”
“Yes. Invited.”
Her fingers tightened once more, convincing Stein she was going to snap his neck anyway. Then she released him, letting him drop to the floor.
Bent over at the waist, Stein took in big gulps of air, wheezing while he rubbed at his throat. He looked up to see the She-wolf pick up the towel and wrap it around her body. She walked past Ric and he watched her with a territorial gleam that Stein had never seen from his cousin when it came to a female.
“Dee, your clothes were cleaned last night and I put them on the bed. Or you can borrow something of mine if you’d prefer.”
“Thanks.”
“Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”
“I should go,” she called back.
“You need to eat, Dee-Ann. You’re skin and bones.” Skin,
muscles,
and bones. Did the man not see those muscles? Was he blind to the size of that woman? Did he not see the way she’d tossed his baby cousin around his guest bedroom like one of those bouncing chew toys?
“You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Only because I knew I’d be feeding you this morning. Don’t argue with me on this,” Ric said, walking out of the room. “You’re eating before you go anywhere. You wouldn’t want me to get cranky, now would you?”
Stein got to his feet, feeling shaky all over. He didn’t know what to make of his cousin with that She-wolf, but it was none of his concern, now was it? Stepping back to the drawer, Stein pulled out a T-shirt and sweatpants. He’d go commando before he’d wear someone else’s boxers, though.
He was digging for some socks when he found a wad of bills tucked into a corner. The wad was thick, at least four or five grand. Stein’s fingers brushed across the cash, his mind whirling with the possibilities of what he could do with that much cash. A few rounds at a card table and he could win enough to pay everyone back and . . . and . . .
Make things worse. He’d make things worse.
Curling back his fingers, Stein grabbed a pair of white sweat socks and quickly closed the drawer. Trying to ignore what had become second nature to him was definitely the hardest part of this, but he was determined not to fuck up this time.
He left Ric’s bedroom and found another bathroom with a shower he could use. By the time he’d showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes—his first in months that hadn’t been hand washed in a dirty sink—the She-wolf was gone and his cousin was sitting at the counter staring blankly at the morning edition of
The Wall Street Journal
.
Stein didn’t think Ric would notice he was in the room, but without looking up he pointed at the stove. “There’s batter left for you. I already made the bacon. Eggs are in the refrigerator. You remember the basics, don’t you, cousin?”
“Yeah. Sure.” Stein walked to the stove and, man, but did it feel good to be back at one.
As Stein got to work, he asked his cousin, “Are you all right, Ric?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” Ric sighed, placed his elbow on the table, and his chin on his raised fist. “Just in love.”
Remembering clearly the cold wolf eyes that had gazed up at him as if he were some sort of bug she’d trapped in a jar and the grip that female had had on his throat, Stein didn’t have any response to his cousin’s statement other than the tried and true, “Oh. Good for you.”
Because really . . . what could a man say to his cousin after that?
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