Howling at the Moon: The Complete Series (6 page)

I tried to change the subject. “So, how does it feel being a wolf?”

He smiled at that question and took a sip of his wine before he spoke.

“It’s my life. I can’t imagine its being any other way.” Then he turned to me, putting down the wine glass on the coffee table.

“What about you?” he asked. “Why are you really here?”

Oh, brother. I wasn’t quite ready to tell that story, but it was only fair that I expose myself to his potential scrutiny since he’d done the same for me.

“In a nutshell, my boyfriend and I broke up. Then I lost my job, and I decided to move away and find myself.” It was the short version, but it was all I was willing to give up at the time.

Warren frowned. “Why did you break up?”

I sighed. Why
didn’t
we breakup would have been an easier question to answer.

“He didn’t respect me or my body. He said very often that I was on the curvier side of curvy. Plus the cheating.”

His eyes got wide at that last bit. “I would respect you and your body.”

I didn’t mean to, but I laughed. I decided it was a good time for me to go ahead and get a bite of this pecan pie.

Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a plate, and as I turned around he was there.

“Shit... how can you do that without me hearing you?”

He gave me a look, and I already knew the answer to that. I guess wolves can naturally sneak up on their prey.

“He didn’t respect your body?”

I nodded, wondering where he was getting at. I had hoped he forgot that his fingers were four inches deep in my pussy last night.

“I want to respect you.”

How did this happen? How was I again here with another man trying to get in my pants?

“What we did last night was a mistake,” I told him, and it was true. Because of that indiscretion, I’d been vulnerable today and allowed something to happen that I shouldn’t have. But here I was with wet hair, wearing an old, oversized t-shirt and pajama pants, not to mention no make-up, and this man still wanted me.

“Why?” I asked him. “Why me?” I crossed my arms, waiting for an answer.

Backing me up against the wall, Warren looked deep into my eyes and said:

“Because from the moment I saw you on the side of the highway, I have wanted nothing more than to make you happy.”

That was all it took. Our lips met for the second time in twenty-four hours. I wanted him, and tonight I was yet again throwing my inhibitions out the window.

He pulled my shirt off, exposing my round, full breasts, perky and ready to be licked. They were his to explore, and that he did as we fumbled into the bedroom.

“Warren, wait.” I pushed him back, looking into those honey-gold eyes. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”

He looked shocked.

“How can I hurt someone that I want to love?”

I didn’t have the answer to that. His lips covered mine again as we kissed and groped each other all the way to the bedroom.

I was going to be fucked by a werewolf.

****

W
e were naked. Warren’s girth and hardness were now fully exposed in front of me. He was way bigger than any man I had been with, and as his hands explored my body, I prayed I could handle him.

He turned me over to a crouching position on the bed. This was it; it was going to happen.

Warren grabbed for my hips, and due to my extreme wetness, he entered me easily, filling me as my muscles clasped onto him. I let out a little breath as I grabbed for the bed sheets and clenched them in my hands.

His pelvis smacking against my ass was like a thunderclap reverberating through the room as we made love. I moaned in perfect chorus with his low growling. I couldn’t believe he was inside me, massaging my sex with every thrust in and out of my warm, wet slit.

As he thrust into me, I bounced back into him. Our synchronization sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, weightless in the embrace of such pure ecstasy. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to feel him inside me all night.

Warren grabbed a handful of my ass, slapping a cheek hard enough to sting as he picked up the pace. It must have felt as good for him as it felt for me.

At that moment, I did the unthinkable. I pulled away from him, separating my sex from his.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Through the darkness, I could see his confusion.

“Lay down,” I demanded, pulling him down onto the bed. He did as I requested, his member bobbing gently with each beat of his heart.

I had always wanted to take over a man like this, and there was no better time than the present. Straddling him, I slid his thick, pulsating cock deep between my walls.

I was on top, my hands on the hardness of Warren’s chest as we bounced and grinded our bodies together. My head rolled back with my eyes closed as we matched each other’s rhythm. He was now so deep inside me I felt his cock touch parts of my pussy that I didn’t even know existed.

My body was happy, alight with bliss, until I heard something. The faint sound of a howl that was not from Warren pierced the night.

Looking through the sheer curtains towards the forest, I saw it: steel grey eyes glowing at me through the darkness. It was
him
.

“What’s wrong?” Warren asked from under me as he tried to sit up and follow my gaze.

Afraid, I pushed him back down and began bouncing again, not answering his question. I squeezed my eyes tight, hoping that Mo would go away and not start any trouble. I had chosen who I wanted, and as the muscles of my pussy cinched around his cock, I heard Warren howl beneath me.

“Say my name,” he growled, pulling me closer to him. The hair on his arms seemed to stand up, and his teeth grew long and sharp, just as Mo’s had been earlier in the shop.

“Warren... Warren!” I sang his name as he nibbled on my ear.

Thinking of Mo lurking nearby, I thought it would be better to send a message to him. As Warren bit harder and our fuck cadence intensified, I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. His moans and my screams mingled together until we both came, our bodies vibrating with pleasure as dampness forming between us.

I had picked where I wanted to be, and that was with Warren.

Another howl, this one louder than the last, shattered our euphoria. Warren lifted his head, looking towards the window.

A crashing from the next room frightened us both. Warren growled and jumped up from the bed.

“Stay here,” he commanded. Then he howled and leaped from the darkness of the room.

My heart was hammering at a thousand beats per second as I listened closely for any sign of danger. A distant howl hit my ears again, but this time, it sounded further in the distance.

“Warren, are you okay?” I called out to him. He didn’t answer.

I got up and grabbed for my robe, tossing it on as I walked slowly into the living room. Standing there naked next to a field of broken glass was Warren.

“What happened?” I asked. Then I saw what he was holding in his hands. It was my panties, wrapped around a brick and smeared in blood.

“Oh my God.” I clasped my hand over my face and stepped back. It was Mo; he had taken this too far.

Warren shook his head, looking from the window to the panty-wrapped brick, and then back at me.

“This means war,” Warren told me

My heart dropped. I was in the town for less than two days, and I had already started a war.

“I
didn’t want to tell you at first. I was embarrassed, and one thing led to another...”I tried to explain my indiscretion with Mo to Warren, but I didn’t have to say any more. The pissed off look written across Warren’s face seemed to be enough.

But what did this mean? We still had sex, and now where did this leave us? I was sweeping up the various pieces of glass that littered the floor. Warren was taping a tarp over the window for the night until he could replace it in the morning.

“Are you mad at me?” I couldn’t help but ask. The silence from was killing me.

He still said nothing, just continued taping away. He stood in only his jeans, bare chest, and his boots. I needed some reassurance, and I wanted to know what this war meant for me.

He kept taping, pulling duct tape from the roll as if I wasn’t standing there.

“Answer me, dammit!” My rage was rising. I didn’t ask for any of this. Yeah, I fucked up, but I had no idea what that would mean. This was a new world for me.

“Yes, I’m mad at you,” he finally said, though he still didn’t look at me.

“Why? It was a mistake. I’m not your girlfriend.”

He turned to face me from up on the step ladder, fire in his eyes.

“He’s nothing but fucking trouble, and now he thinks you're his. You are
mine!
” he growled, beating at his chest with his fist. The words vibrated through the house.

I had nothing to say. His aggressive nature turned me on and scared me at the same time.

“Maybe I should just leave.” He climbed down from the ladder when I said that.

“I’ll protect you,” he reassured me. “You’re safe with me.”

“But you’re pissed at me. I was vulnerable, and he... it happened so fast.” I thought back to us back in the gallery, the dark back room with only a dim light on and our hormones raging between us. It was a recipe for something sexual happening, and I was dumb enough to fall for it.

Warren sighed. “I should have told you to stay away from him—advised you of what he wanted.”

This whole situation made no sense. What the hell was this about?

“But he’s married. I heard his wife, and that's what made me leave.”

“Katina is back?” he asked, but I had no idea who that was. Warren looked concerned, as if I had spoken some forbidden word. “It can’t be,” he said as he walked out the front door and looked towards the sky.

I stood in the doorway, watching him as he studied the stars. A deep howl emerged from his mouth from the pits of his stomach. I wasn’t sure if I could take seeing him as a wolf. I might faint again like the first night.

He locked door behind him, securing us inside the house, but the mood shifted.

He went to the brick with my panties still wrapped around it. Blood was smeared along its surface. Warren picked it up, sniffing at the brick as if he were a master detective. Then he let it fall into the trash can that I was throwing the discarded glass in.

“You should go back and lay down.” He was hiding something; I could see it in his eyes. But he gave me no time to protest. Pulling my arm, he walked toward the bedroom.

“But wait... what’s wrong?” I tried to ask, but he didn’t say a word until we reached the bedroom.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I just need to keep you safe.” Keep me safe from what, exactly?

“No... tell me right now.” I felt like a child, crossing my arms over my chest and insisting that he let me in on whatever secret he was keeping. He avoided my eyes, simply moving to the bedside and motioning for me to lay down.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said at last, folding back the sheets from the area where not even an hour ago we’d joined as one.

Instead of forcing him, I played along. Earlier, I‘d learned that pressuring Warren into any kind of confession would only end in an argument. Slipping the black robe off, I let it slide to the floor, revealing my nakedness. A little bit of sugar went a long way.

“Please lay down with me. I’m afraid.” I changed the subject, laying in the bed with my legs outstretched.

“I need to finish the window.” He was distracted by me. I could hear it in his voice. I pulled at the ponytail holder in my hair and freed my wayward tresses, allowing them to cascade over my shoulders.

“Please, don’t let this ruin our night. There is still something I need to show you,” I told him as I rubbed my clit with my fingers. Yes, I had an agenda to get him to relax and reveal whatever this danger was, but part of me was also turned on. Like a teenager having sex in their parents’ bed, the danger of Mo lurking nearby heated my libido.

“I can lay with you until you fall asleep, but I must stay alert.”

I crawled across the bed to him, now ignoring his pleas. Instead, I unzipped his pants, revealing the ultimate lie detector. His cock slipped out, and I slid it into my mouth before Warren could object.

“Tell me what you saw,” I said to him, and immediately swallowed his cock. The sound of sloppy sucks filled the room as I suctioned him in my mouth.

“I... it’s complicated.” That was something I didn’t want to hear. He tried to push away from me, but I grabbed at his perfect ass and pulled him deeper into the wetness of my tight throat. There was no way I was letting him go until he told me everything.

“Tell me what this is about. What did you see?” I filled my mouth with him as I made my demands. His cock was my ransom, and either he told me the truth or suffered the consequences of my locking jaws.

He pulsed in my mouth as my tongue whipped over him. This was torture for him in a way, but sucking cock was one of the things I was good at. Not that I could put this talent on a resume.

He moaned as I tongue-massaged his cock.

“Fuck! I’m cumming... Get back!” he growled, trying to push me away, but my intense grip on him was no match for his orgasm-ridden body.

“No. Stop! You can’t taste me! No!” Warren screamed, but it was too late. His body shook, and soon his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed him in large gulps, purring as I sucked him dry. He collapsed on the floor, out of breath, as if he was the lead runner in a marathon.

“You don’t know what you’ve done.” His face was anguished as he collapsed on the bed. “You don’t know what you’ve done...”

How could sucking cock be so bad? How could pleasing him be the worst thing in the world?

“I made you cum. So what?” I scratched at my head, watching his waning erection through the moonlight that peeked through the window.

Pulling back the curtains, he pointed past the trees and up to the sky.

“What?” I looked up at the stars, but I didn’t see what was so damn interesting and frightening to him. I felt dizzy anyway, maybe it was the sucking motion or tiredness from the long day.