Grey Wolf in the White House: The Trilogy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) (9 page)

Still thirsty, she filled
the glass again, and as she raised it to her mouth she suddenly saw
two amber-yellow eyes faintly reflected in the window.
Remy.
Whirling around, she
saw him standing directly behind her, glaring down at her, and the
glass dropped from her hand and smashed all over the floor. He
didn’t even blink.

“We need to talk,” he said, repeating
his earlier statement.

“Remy, I…”

Ari tried to say something else, but
her mouth dried up, and her tongue felt paralyzed. Remy’s eyes
blazed with fury again, and he took a step backwards, as if he knew
he might hurt her if he came any closer.

“Do you have any idea what you did to
me? How could you, Ari?” he shouted, his hands bunching up in fists
at his sides.

Ari felt a spike of adrenalin surge
through her body, and she contemplated running.

“Don’t you dare! I know what you’re
thinking of doing, and running away won’t solve anything,” he
continued.

“Okay,” she whispered, backing away
from the broken glass.

Remy moved closer, and she found
herself backed up against the nearest wall. He seemed so much
larger than she remembered; at least, compared to the pale, thin
vampire that she had spent the last few weeks with.

“Remy, you’re scaring me.”

“Am I? Maybe you should be scared. I
turn my back for five seconds and you run away with a vampire? You
let him touch you… you even let him bite you. How could
you?”

His eyes glowed an even brighter
yellow, and Ari was suddenly overcome by anger.

“You know what, Remy? Screw you! You
never once told me how you felt about me. You were hardly ever
around; I mean, I know that you’re very busy, being the President
and all, but still… I had no idea how you felt. I still don’t know!
Also, you lied to me about so many important things. If you had
just been honest with me, then maybe Damien wouldn’t have been able
to trick me!” she said, adrenalin still pumping through her
veins.

Remy watched her as she shouted, and
the light in his eyes started to fade.

“You know what else? Damien was kind
and gentle to me. He wasn’t rough like you are all the time. He
actually seemed to have respect for me. Even though it was all a
lie, it felt nice to actually have a man treat me properly for
once!” she continued.

Once her rant was over, she stared into
his face, her chest heaving. The yellow glow was completely gone
from Remy’s eyes, but seconds later it flared up again, and then
suddenly he was transforming right before her. His eyes glowed
brighter than she had ever seen them, and within seconds there was
a large grey wolf standing in front of her, baring its
teeth.

Ari gulped in fear,
wondering if he was going to attack her. Instead, the wolf lay down
in front of her, pressing its furry chin to the floor and looking
up at her with its big yellow eyes. They seemed to glisten in the
moonlight that was streaming through the kitchen window, and for a
moment Ari thought that it looked like it had tears in its eyes.
In
his
eyes.

She sank to the floor beside the wolf,
and tentatively reached a hand over to his head. He didn’t move,
and Ari began to pat him gently, still not quite able to believe
that the animal was really Remy. The wolf whimpered softly, and she
continued to stroke him as warm tears started to stream down her
face.

“I don’t know if you can understand me
while you’re a wolf, but I’m sorry, Remy. He was so convincing, and
I believed everything he told me. I really thought that you would
hurt me, and it was so hard to believe otherwise when I had no idea
how you felt about me. I know it’s too late to tell you this, but I
was falling in love with you more and more, every time that I saw
you. Even when I was with him, you kept popping into my head. I
still love you now.”

She tried to choke back more tears, and
the wolf stared up at her. Ari had no idea if Remy had heard and
understood her, and she curled up into a ball on the floor and
sobbed, closing her eyes as the hot salty tears flowed down her
cheeks. She felt as if she would never feel happiness ever
again.

A hand stroked her hair, pushing a
strand behind one of her ears, and she opened her eyes. Remy was
sitting next to her again, in his usual human form. He trailed a
finger down one cheek and wiped away her tears before standing up
and reaching into his pocket. Ari looked up and saw that he was
holding a bobby pin. Confused, she stood up and stared at
it.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Do you remember the first time that
you saw me as a wolf? You ran, and your hair came undone, leaving
two bobby pins on the floor. I caught your scent from them, and
went to your apartment. Do you remember?”

Remy’s voice was as deep and masculine
as usual, but seemed to have a softer edge to it now.

Of course I remember. The
memory of that night has been permanently burned into my
mind
, she thought.

“Yes.”

“Then you would remember that I only
returned one of your pins. I kept the other, and I have kept it on
my pocket every day and every night since that night. It still
carries your scent, and whenever I was not with you, I touched it
and smelled it to remind myself of you.”

“Oh. Remy… I had no idea.”

“No, you didn’t. But… you’re right. I
realize that this isn’t your fault. I should have told you how I
felt about you every day from the moment that I started to feel it.
I should have been more honest with you about my kind. I should
have told you more about what was going on with the vampires,
rather than keeping you in the dark.”

He cleared his throat, and Ari saw
streaks of wetness on his cheeks.

“I thought that I was protecting you
from the horrifying reality of what the vampires are trying to do,
but all I ended up doing was allowing you to be manipulated by
Damien Xavier,” he continued. “I’m sorry, Ari. I went to see you
that night, and I smelled that a vampire had been at your door. I
knew that he had taken you. This is all my fault.”

“No, I should have trusted you. So many
other people told me not trust him; I should have
listened.”

“It’s not just that. I am deeply sorry
for all the pain that I caused you. I never intended to hurt you.
That first night when I broke in here, I just wanted you so badly,
and you seemed to enjoy the rough way that I played with you. I
thought that’s what you liked, and it didn’t occur to me that
sometimes you would want me to be gentler with you. If I hurt you,
I am sorry. Please believe me when I say that it was not my
intention.”

Ari didn’t know what to say, so she let
him keep talking.

“One more thing. That time that I told
you I would never let you go? I was just saying that as part of our
silly, rough games. I didn’t mean it. If you had ever wanted to
really leave me, then all you had to do was say so. I would have
been heartbroken, but I would never have stopped you from doing
what you wanted.”

Ari still couldn’t find the words to
answer him, and he reached out and stroked her face
again.

“I am so sorry that I put you through
all this. I had no right to come here and blame you. This
apartment… I bought it for us, and I decorated it myself, the way I
knew you would want. It was going to be a surprise, but then… you
disappeared. It’s all paid for and under your name, so you can keep
it. Think of it as a parting gift.”

He looked straight into her eyes as he
continued.

“I’ll admit that I was furious when I
heard that you were working for him; I felt as if you’d betrayed
me. I was still angry when I saw you tonight. But at the same time…
when I saw you come crawling out of that hedge like some kind of
ridiculous squirrel-creature, I melted. I was just so happy that
you were safe. My reaction was unfair; I should not have grabbed
you like that. I was just so emotional… knowing that you were safe
after weeks of not seeing you.”

Remy took a deep breath.

“I love you, Ari.”

With that, he gave her one last look,
and then turned and strode towards the door.

“Wait!” Ari called after
him.

He stopped in his tracks for a moment,
and finally turned around to face her again.

“Yes?”

“You can’t just come here and call me a
‘ridiculous squirrel-creature’, and then leave!”

Remy’s eyes flickered with amusement
for a second, despite the obviously-pained expression on his
face.

“That’s all you got from what I just
said?” he said softly.

“No. I love you too, Remy. Please don’t
go,” she whispered.

“I must go. All I have done is cause
you pain.”

“Look at how much I hurt you when I
left. I’d say we’re about even,” she replied.

He stared at her for several
moments, and Ari was suddenly terrified that this was
it;
the last time that she
would ever see him.
It can’t be. I love
him.

“If I were to stay… I would like to
begin making things up to you,” he said, stepping closer to
her.

“How so?”

“I would like to give you what you
need. A soft, tender touch. I’m sorry about how rough I
get.”

“I like it most of the time,” she said,
a little smile playing on her lips. “It’s just… sometimes I do need
you to be gentle with me. That would be nice once in a
while.”

He stepped even closer, and Ari could
feel his warm breath as he leaned down and lightly trailed a
fingernail up and down her face.

“Are you sure, Ari? I want nothing more
than to be with you, but I don’t want to risk hurting you if you
think, in any way, that it’s a bad idea.”

“I don’t,” she replied, absolutely
certain of her feelings for him now. “I want to be with
you.”

She turned and walked towards her
bedroom, looking over her shoulder at Remy, watching the wide grin
that was creeping across his face. Without warning, he transformed
again, and Ari giggled as she saw the wolf race down the hallway
ahead of her. Once she had reached her bedroom door, she smiled as
she saw Remy sitting up on the bed, a normal man again and somehow
already clad in only his underwear.

“That’s not fair. You cheated,” she
said.

He chuckled and patted the bed next to
him.

“Get over here. Take those pajamas off,
too.”

“I thought you were being polite and
gentle right now, Remy.”

“Oh. Sorry… you just drive me so wild,”
he growled.

Ari slowly unbuttoned her pink and
white pajama shirt, her full lips sensually parted as she watched
his face. His eyes lingered on the soft curves of her breasts and
hips as she dropped the shirt to the floor, and she smiled as she
hooked her fingers into the waistband of her matching satin
pants.

“I don’t know if I should take these
off. It’s quite cold in here, you know,” she teased.

Remy growled, and his eyes burned with
arousal.

“I’ll keep you warm if you hurry up and
get over here.”

Ari slowly slid the satin pants down
her legs, revealing the pink cotton panties that she had on
underneath.

“Well, that’s just silly. Who wears
underwear to bed?” Remy protested. “Off with them!”

She laughed and pulled them down as
well, and then stood beside the bed, enjoying the feeling of Remy’s
eyes running up and down her naked body, clearly loving everything
that he saw. Her delicate pink nipples began to stiffen under his
gaze, and his eyes started to glow amber again.

“God, you’re so incredibly beautiful,”
he growled. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

She climbed onto the bed, and Remy
reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight
embrace.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he repeated,
squeezing her as if he was never going to let her go.

Ari closed her eyes and lay down as his
warm, strong arms encircled her, and for the first time in weeks,
she felt as if she were finally at home. A moment later, he rolled
onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She had never seen him
in this position before; so vulnerable compared to how he normally
was around her in the bedroom.

Smiling down at him, she grabbed his
hands and placed them on her breasts. His eyes burned brightly as
he cupped and squeezed her soft, creamy flesh, and she began to
tease him, thrusting her hips forward and back, and then from side
to side. Remy groaned, and she knew that it was working.

“I need you so much,” he murmured. “I
want you to take charge of me. Do whatever you want.”

For a split-second, the
ridiculousness of the situation occurred to Ari.
I’m with the President of the United States… one
of the most powerful men in the world, and he wants me to control
him? And… he’s a werewolf. Sometimes I could swear that this is all
just a giant dream.