Dark Wolf (Shadow Pack Book 1) (16 page)
Katie felt him die. She could feel the presence that had hovered over her for years float away in the wind. Holding her form, she limped over to lay herself carefully down beside her mate to guard him until the shadows of the approaching were-soldiers could help her care for him.
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Katie awoke as a woman again, wrapped in a blanket on a stormy sea. David’s arms were wrapped protectively around her, and his wounds were tended and healing in the way of the Were. She could hear Frank grumbling at one of the other men in the front of the boat. “They didn’t get it right, there wasn’t a pure wolf there for a demon to enter. But blow it all to hell, boys!”
She wondered if she should tell Frank that there was something monstrous in Ambrose when he died and then put the thought away for later. It would keep.
The sounds of the medic being not quite pushed from the boat by her wounded uncle made Katie want to get up and scold the grumpy old bear, but her legs were throbbing with exhaustion. She did not have the energy to tell David she loved him. David’s arms tightened as if he would never let her go. Then she heard Frank yelling into the wind again.
“I am not a frail flower, son! Now give me that detonator. I want to be the one that hits the button.” Flames of orange and yellow ripped through the sky, and then she knew nothing but the wet darkness and David’s warm lips on her hair.
The paint-splattered woman turned from the picture window that poured the late afternoon sun into the studio. The large oil painting standing on the easel before her was a detailed night study of a large black wolf outlined by a full moon. In spite of the dark colors, the artwork glowed with life. Katie placed one hand on her still-flat stomach as she examined her work, noting the fact that the sense of darkness that had overlain all of her work before was conspicuously absent from this painting.
A deep voice interrupted her thoughts, and Katie turned to find her new husband standing behind her, his thumbs hooked into the front pockets of his jeans, watching his wife with a look of exasperation on his face.
“I can’t keep up with you…you keep me out all night running with the moon along mountaintops, and when you’re supposed to be sleeping it off, here you are painting. I thought you were going to join me for a nap before Nan’s dinner? She’s making her famous baby back ribs tonight. Frank’s coming and bringing a bib the size of a tent.”
She grinned wickedly as she wiped her hands and hung up her smock. “I was just doing some touch-up work. We have to run at night so I can see more of the model for my painting. And as for late afternoon napping…” She eyed the crotch of his jeans that were at the moment developing the distinct outline of a hardened cock. “A ‘nap’ is not what I’d call what you want to do. There is very little sleep involved.” Katie went to take his arm, but he instead easily swung his giggling wife up into his arms to carry her off to their rooms. They had both slowly learned to laugh again in the last three months. The horrors of the island had managed to recede somewhat, but would never be completely forgotten.
Inside the door of their bedroom, he took a moment to kiss her thoroughly. “I promise to fuck your brains out only once or twice before I let you rest up for the feast. Someone has to be alert in case Frank mistakes one of us for the main course.” Laughter filled David’s voice as he tossed her onto the bed. He kneeled to the waist of her jeans and began to work her belt loose, slowly nuzzling each section of skin he exposed, until he uncovered the mound of her sex, and with a moan of pleasure, took possession of it with his mouth.
Katie gasped and buried her hands in his hair as he ate, bolts of pleasure shooting from the place where David slowly scraped his teeth over her clit and licked the moisture from her pussy. Growling, he rose to pull her jeans and panties off as she worked at the buttons of her shirt. He released her hair from the restraining clip and buried his big hands in the pile of blonde and gold that fell to the bed. He ran his lips down her collarbone and settled on a sweet sucking of her nipples as she tried to rip the T-shirt off his body.
She ran her hands over him, feeling the muscles flex beneath his sun-browned skin, and then dug her hands into his hair while writhing against the length of him.
“God, I could snack on your body all day, every day,” he said, voice muffled from where he had buried his face in her breasts. “I guess I’d get hungry after awhile. At least I can have you when I need you now. The two months you made me wait to marry you and move you in with me made me nuts.”
Katie gave a squawk of frustration and tried to push him away to get a better angle on his shirt. “I
still
think I let you have your way too fast. You had to date me first, take me to movies, dinner. Suffer a little. And build my studio, of course. Damn it!” She swore, and using the strength of her Were blood, ripped his T-shirt into pieces. “Now get those jeans off before I rip those up too!”
Grinning, he stood up to pull off the offending garments. His cock jutted out, heavy and warm, close to where she lay. She crept closer and licked the drop of moisture from the velvet tip. He stood, taut, as she slowly took him into her mouth to suckle gently.
He groaned, resting a hand on the back of her head. The warmth of her breath turned his dick to stone. “I love you, Katie Finn.”
She stopped her torture to look up at him hungrily. “I love you, David.”
He picked her up from the bed and held her up with inhuman strength, his hands across her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She giggled again. “What are you going to do now?”
His eyebrows raised a notch. “I think I’m gonna fuck you against the wall until you beg for mercy.” Still kissing her deeply, he strode over to the nearest likely spot, shoving aside a nightstand in the process. He pushed her into the wall and thrust his cock into her slowly, still holding her prisoner. Katie wrapped her arms around his neck with a shudder and dug her fingers into his back as she savored the pressure of his dick slowly sliding in and out of her. She began to writhe against his flexing body to catch the feel of the thrusts as he pumped, deeper and deeper. She moaned as she felt her muscles twisting tighter and clenched hard until she broke loose with a scream and came hard, her body trembling with each throb. A moment later, David broke as well and spilled into her endlessly, his cock pulsating inside her body. Both panting like animals, he carried her back to the bed where they collapsed into a tangled pile.
He turned his face toward her. “Are you okay? We got pretty wild there.”
“I’m fine, I took a nap this morning while you were out. Okay?” Katie spoke soothingly but then grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the bed where she straddled him, rubbing her still throbbing pussy against his stomach. “And you will fuck me until I scream whenever I say so, especially if I am hugely pregnant and feeling insecure, you got me, wolf man?”
He smiled up at her. She had everything she ever wanted. A home. A family. And love.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Much later when they lay spent in each other’s arms, she spoke huskily again.
“There’s a full moon tonight, by the way. I think I’d like to go for a run.”
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Two years later
Somewhere in Puerto Rico
Dr. Williams sat back at his desk in the tiny lab compound he had set up in a remote jungle spot in Puerto Rico. The samples he had managed to salvage had been more than enough to work with, and kidnapping human subjects to test them on and adjust the serum accordingly was child’s play in the slums of the islands. He finally had it perfect. After four years of work, the serum was stable enough not to kill the human it was used on. Granted, there were a few side effects, like increased aggression and the occasional psychotic break with reality, but after all, this was supposed to be a serum for soldiers, and weren’t they all aggressive and psychotic anyway?
Williams’s thin face was blissful under the oily fringe of blond hair. A man who went by the name Ahmed was waiting to hear from him. Ahmed was about to make the scientist a very wealthy man.
Katt Grimm is the pen name of a lifelong journalist/editor/reader/and drinker of good tequila. When relaxing at her home in South Florida, Katt makes a mean fruit salad and likes to paddleboard. She would love to be a Pilates aficionado, but when someone asks her to go to a class, she keeps hearing “Pie and Lattes” and runs to Starbucks. Her favorite book is Lord of the Rings, and she thinks Tolkien is a minor deity.
Katt loves books…she edits books, writes books, decorates with books, sleeps with books, talks to books, repins neat pictures of old books, follows interesting libraries on FB, and is in need of therapy, obviously. She will not go see a movie at the theater unless there are explosions, nudity, special effects, hot muscular actors, or a combination. If a movie has depth, she waits for the video. These habits have combined in her head and produced paranormal books with explosions, nudity, hot muscular actors, and special effects.
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