Legend's Passion (2 page)

Not until he made her his.

Chantal was quivering. Every damn part of her body. She didn’t know who this man was, but she wanted him. All of him. Inside her.

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God, he had a talented mouth. No man had ever made her come like that. Shrieking like a goddamn banshee. Her clit still tremored with the aftereffects of her climax.

And the way he kissed her, it was as if he’d possessed her, his tongue mastering hers with velvety strokes that made her belly tighten. She was past the point of clear reason. Chantal Devlin, who never lost control with a man, who was always so clearheaded, even with sex, had totally and completely gone over the edge with this guy.

And she still didn’t even know his name.

She tore her mouth from his, the mating call reaching desperate proportions now.

She searched his face, lost in the depth of his steely blue eyes. “I’m Chantal. Tell me your name.”

“Dylan.”

She palmed his chest. Steely hard, just like his abs as she trailed her fingers down to his crotch. She popped the jeans button, then drew the zipper down, shuddering as her knuckles brushed his hard-on. It was thick, long—she couldn’t resist dipping her hand inside his jeans to encircle his flesh.

“Christ,” he said on a harsh breath, surging against her hand. His breath was hot against her cheek.

With each stroke she felt his pulse pounding in his cock, felt her own blood rampantly racing throughout her veins. The need to shift, to run wild, was strong. The need to tear into this man was even stronger. The animal within her was dying to break free.

She leaned her head back to gaze into the dark intensity of his eyes.

“Fuck me, Dylan.”

His nostrils flared, his gaze narrowing as he palmed the tree trunk next to her head with one hand, jerking his cock out with the other. She stared down at it, thick and pulsing in his hand, and licked her lips, swallowing past the dry lump in her throat.

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She’d never wanted a fuck so desperately before.

“You want it here? Against the tree? My cock ramming into your hot cunt?”

“Yes!” His voice made her insane. “Fuck me now, dammit!” He lifted her with one hand and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She surged against him, engulfing his shaft between her pussy lips, gripping him like a vise as she slid all the way down until he was buried deep.

She could come right now, the contractions were so strong inside her. But she wanted to wait, to enjoy every blissful moment of this mating frenzy. He lifted her higher, then slammed her against the trunk of the tree.

Oh, it hurt. So damn good she cried out, then growled, letting the animal within her partially loose. He wanted it hard, she’d give everything he gave. She unleashed her claws, raking them down his back, lifting his shirt to draw her nails along his skin. He grunted, thrusting his cock deeper.

“Fuck, baby” was all he said in reply.

She snarled in protest when he didn’t drive hard enough, no longer conscious of the human side of her. She couldn’t speak, could only give him nonverbal signals to slam into her, to give her every stroke. Deeper, harder, to make it hurt. She needed this, wanted the fury, the passion, everything he had and then some.

When she felt it spiraling inside her, she let her canines burst forth and buried her face in his neck, clamping down on the flesh between his neck and shoulder as the first wave of her climax sent her careening into oblivion.

He shuddered and groaned, spurting his hot cum inside her as he, too, rode an orgasm that sent her crashing again. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he slammed her forward into the tree, then sank to the ground.

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Shaking all over, Chantal was exhilarated. What an orgasm! Or orgasms, to be precise. She released her hold on his skin and let the human side of her regain control, resuming her normal breathing patterns.

She stroked his hair, kissed his sweat-soaked neck then pushed against him.

Dead weight.

“Hey.”

No response. She frowned.

“Dylan?”

Again. Nothing. He lay slumped against her. She pushed again, and he fell to the ground.

Oh shit. Something wasn’t right. She smoothed her skirt down over her hips and bent over him.

He was pale, blood pouring from the wound in his skin where she’d bitten him.

A cold chill passed over her.

Uh-oh. This couldn’t be. Stepping over him, she lifted his shirt, wincing at the bloody claw marks on his back.

If he was a werewolf, the bite and claw marks would have healed over immediately.

This guy wasn’t a werewolf.

“Oh, crap.”

She’d just made a huge error. No, a catastrophical mistake.

She’d just fucked a human.

She sank to the ground as the realization hit.

It was even worse than that.

She’d just
bitten
a human.

Okay
.
Don
’
t panic
.

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She really wanted to panic. She rose and ran to her car, grabbing her purse, then headed back to Dylan, not wanting to leave him alone. She dialed her pack leader and gave him her location.

He was going to be so pissed. But she couldn’t leave Dylan out here alone.

The second call she made was even more important. Family was needed during a crisis and she really needed family right now.

“What?”

Even though the one word was curt and irritated, she melted in relief at the sound of her brother’s voice. “Noah. I need you out here right now. I have just screwed up so fucking bad and I need your help.”

“I’m on a plane in an hour.”

She clicked off the phone, closed her eyes and batted back tears. He didn’t even ask what she’d done. God, she loved her family.

How was she going to repair this damage?

She looked down at Dylan, at the man whose life she had just irrevocably altered.

She didn’t know. She thought he was her tryst, that he was sent here. She hadn’t thought anyone human would be out this time of night, in this location.

Goddamn, she didn’t know.

Brushing her fingers over the dark locks that fell over his forehead, she whispered,

“I’m so sorry.”

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Chantal paced while Noah was in the bedroom with Dylan.

That’s all she knew about him. His first name. Dylan. The pack had retrieved him from the park, brought him to the main house and closeted him in one of the upstairs bedrooms, refusing to allow her access. She’d been cooling her heels for the past six hours, going without sleep. She looked a wreck and felt even worse.

Guilt tightened her stomach. She felt sick. What if he died? Did humans die from wolf bites? Hell, she didn’t know the physiology. She’d never done this before.

Stupid thing to do
,
Chantal
. Where had her head been?

Easy. She hadn’t been using it at the time. She’d been thinking with her pussy.

Noah had arrived, true to his word, about four hours after she’d called him. Thank God he’d been in the States instead of out of the country and had been able to hop on one of the Devlin jets immediately. She’d given him a quick, utterly embarrassing recap of events. After hugging her and telling her everything would be all right, he’d marched upstairs and muscled his way into the bedroom where Dylan was being held, despite the two vicious guard-hounds at the door.

Like anyone would get in Noah Devlin’s way when he wanted in somewhere.

But he’d been in there an hour.

And hadn’t come out.

She chewed on a fingernail and loitered in the hallway.

Finally, the door opened and Noah walked out, his brows knit together in a very tight frown.

Oh shit. That so wasn’t good.

“What?”

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“Let’s go talk somewhere.”

She led him to the room she stayed in when she visited pack headquarters, shutting the door behind her and resting her head against it. “How bad is it?” Noah dragged his hand through his hair and sat on the bed, looking up at her through half lidded eyes. “I know him.”

“You do?”

“He’s NCA, Chantal.”

“Oh, God.” She wanted to sink to the floor and cry. “Government employee?”

“He’s an agent. On assignment, working on the wolf attacks.”

“What wolf attacks?”

‘Don’t you watch the news or read the paper? Jesus, Chantal, it’s happening right in your own fucking backyard.”

Lifting her chin, she stalked to the wet bar and poured a glass of water. “I’ve been kind of busy, Noah.” She took a long swallow and turned back to him. “What wolf attacks?”

Noah sighed. “They’ve been going on in four West Coast states for the past year.

Grisly dismemberments. Mostly park attacks that the Feds and local police at first attributed to wild animals. Until forensics found human saliva in the wounds.”

“Shit. Weres?”

“Probably. But rogues. Or someone who’s gone off the deep end. We don’t attack humans, not for food or sport.”

“Of course not. Jesus, that’s disgusting.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

“And Dylan’s an agent?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn.” She crossed the room and sat next to him. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know he was human. I was supposed to meet an out-of-town werewolf in the park. I just assumed…”

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“I know, honey. It’s okay.” He slipped his arm around her shoulder.

She laid her head against him, needing that few minutes of comfort before she looked up at him. “Is he going to be all right?” He nodded. “His wounds are already healing. He’s in prime shape. The change will happen soon, though.”

She sank into the chair next to the wet bar. “Oh, God, Noah. I’ve never turned a human before.”

“You’ll have to be there for him now. He’ll need you to see him through this.” Damn. This was going to be so complicated. They were bound now, through blood.

She was responsible for him. She didn’t want to be. But she had no choice.

“I can’t believe I did this.”

Noah shrugged. “You’re not the first wolf to inadvertently change a human. You’ll do the right thing.”

Whatever that was. “So now what do we do?”

“He has to be told. And knowing Dylan, he isn’t gonna like it.” She swallowed. “I guess I should tell him.”

He nodded. “I’ll be with you. I can handle him.” Somehow that didn’t sound encouraging. She had her own brand of strength, but one riled newly turned werewolf could be formidable. And Dylan was big.

What exactly would his strengths be? His powers? “Do you know anything about a newly turned wolf’s powers?”

“Yeah.”

She stood and walked over to face him. “Tell me everything. Forewarned is forearmed.”

His brows lifted. “Nervous? You? The great Chantal Devlin, fierce litigator, who eats prominent judges for breakfast, who fears nothing and no one?” She shoved him. “Shut up already. This is new territory for me.” 16

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He grinned. “That’s what you get for not keeping your panties on.”

“Jerk.” How utterly mortifying. “Now tell me what happens.”

“He’ll wake up confused and not remember what happened. Except the sex, of course. But he’ll be hungry. And really full of energy. And his sex drive will be through the roof. You’ll have to…uhhh…take care of that for him, because under no circumstances is he to be allowed to go off and fuck his brains out with the human female population. So feed him, fuck him, then tell him what you did to him and how it’s going to affect the rest of his life.”

She chewed an errant hangnail. “How soon will he make the change?”

“Full moon is in three days. You’ll have to prepare him for the physiology. The first change isn’t going to be easy on him. It’s not like us. It’s going to hurt. Bad. The more you keep him fucked down and relaxed, the easier it’ll be. In fact, if you’re having sex with him when the change occurs, even better.” She groaned. “I don’t think he’s going to want to have anything at all to do with me, let alone sex.” God, the sex had been phenomenal though. She wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. Or ten or twenty. And he’d been human at the time? God almighty.

His sexual prowess would only increase as a wolf. She might not live through it.

What a way to go.

“Then I guess you’ll have to use your powers of…persuasion to convince him, won’t you?”

“You want me to chain him up in the dungeon and hold his dick hostage until he turns?”

Noah laughed. “Not a bad idea.”

“Asshole. You’re not helping.”

He held out his hand. “Come on. Time to face your destiny. He should be waking up soon.”

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Why were her knees knocking? Noah was right. She wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, had faced formidable opponents without batting an eyelash.

What she’d done to Dylan was unforgivable. How was she going to explain it to him, to get him through this? She wasn’t sure she could handle his change, let alone help him get past the next few days.

But she didn’t really have a choice, did she? She took Noah’s hand and allowed him to lead her back down the corridor, past the gargoyles protecting Dylan.

He was alone in the semi-darkened room. The shades were closed, a white sheet drawn up to his chest. Naked, his skin was tan against the bright sheets. Noah stayed near the door. Chantal moved forward and slid into a chair next to the head of the bed.

At least he wasn’t pale. There was color in his face, and now that the frenzy to screw his brains out had passed, she had a chance to study him.

He was gorgeous. Thick, dark hair that he wore a little long in back, with a tiny bit of curl at the ends. She slid her fingers through his hair and brushed a lock off his forehead.

His lips were full, his nose a bit crooked which she found charming. It made him a little less than perfect. He had sharp cheekbones and a square jaw which was covered with dark stubble. She brushed her palm across it and shuddered at the sensual scraping of her skin, then gasped when his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist.