Moon Lovers Box Set (BBW Werewolf Romance) (12 page)

"That pump can be hard even for my strength," he mused. "If you were able to pull it then that means-" He paused when I pulled off my shirt and tore it into pieces. His eyes wandered up and down my pale, flabby stomach and full breasts.

"My face is up here," I snapped.

"Heh, sorry, was admiring the landscape."

"Uh-huh, I'll bet." I dunked my shirt in the bucket and applied a healthy covering of water over his chest. He yelped and tried to squirm away, but I held onto his arm and washed the blood off him.

"Are you trying to kill him?" he exclaimed.

"No, now stop squirming," I commanded.

"Aren't women supposed to be gentle?"

"I'm just trying to distract you from your carnal desires," I quipped.

"But I don't want to be distracted!"

"Don't be such a baby. Hasn't this happened to you before?"

"The wounds, yes, the horrible treatment afterword, no."

"Fine, I'll stop torturing you." To be honest I'd been eager to see if he had any bullets still in him, but all I saw were shallow holes where they'd sat when he'd been in his werewolf form. Mind you, those were bad enough and I looked around for some covering.

"I'll tell you where the blankets are if you promise not to kill me," Greg spoke up.

I snapped my attention back to him. "How'd you know what I was thinking?"

"It's written on your face."

"I hope not in permanent ink, that stuff's impossible to get out."

"You do tend to wear your thoughts on your sleeve."

"Then I just scrubbed them all over your chest, but where's this secret stash?"

Greg nodded at the stall opposite us. "I hid supplies beneath the boards just in case I'd need to come here after some trouble."

"I'm pretty sure this qualifies as trouble." I scampered over and soon found the loose board. There was a hole beneath it, and out of that I dragged a heavy metal box. Inside were blankets, medicine supplies, and even a couple of changes of clothes. I also noticed some driver's licenses with names I didn't recognize but the face was always Greg. There was even a baseball card wedged between the licenses, an old one from the twenties. I pulled the box over to our stall and unloaded the blankets. "Mind telling me why you had this stuff ready here just in case of trouble?" I asked him.

"You know me, always getting into some mess," Greg joked. He tried to sit up, but I put my hands on his shoulders.

"I'm starting to think I don't really know you at all, but I kind of think you should be lying flat, or you're going to end up flat forever," I advised him.

He chuckled. "I'm a quick healer, and if I was going to die I'd like to do it at least sitting up." I frowned, but tucked my hands beneath his arms and hefted him up to a sitting position. He leaned against the stall wall and sighed. "I really did it this time."

"Yeah, those aren't pretty wounds," I agreed.

He shook his head. "Not that, with you. I've dragged you into more trouble than you deserve."

I looked away into the box and shrugged. "If you hadn't shown up all the times you did I'd be in worse trouble, but I guess it's alright now. I don't think we'll need to worry about all those with their boss gone."

Greg cringed. "There might be a problem with that."

I glanced back to him and frowned. "What do we have to worry about? Didn't you kill whats-her-name?" I asked him.

"That's the problem. I don't think I did."

"How can you be unsure about killing someone?"

"I managed to cut one side of her face, but only one side and not very deep," he explained to me. "Then more of her goons came in and hit me with a wall of bullets. Even being a werewolf I'm not completely invincible, and I had you to worry about."

I narrowed my eyes. "And speaking of being a werewolf, you'd better have been joking about putting your blood in my coffee. I only take sugar in mine."

Greg sheepishly grinned. "I'm afraid that part's a little true." My eye twitched, and he defensively held up his hands. "You won't injure an injured man, would you?"

My teeth ground together and my hands twitched at my side. "You're not a man, you're a werewolf."

"And so are you. The werewolf part, that is, and before you kill me I might remind you that I'm the only werewolf around who can help you with the change."

I didn't really want to strangle him, at least not right then. I'd wait for him to be healthy so he'd have a sporting chance. Without any outlet for my anger and frustration the steam escape my ears and my shoulders slumped over. I held my shaking hands out in front of me. They looked normal, and I felt normal.

"You're joking, right? I'm not going to turn into a-well, a-"

"-a monster?" he finished for me. I nodded. "Even a human can be a monster. It's just a matter of what you do with yourself that makes you what you are, not some fangs and claws."

I shut my eyes and shook my head. "But I don't want this. I just want everything to be normal just like it was before that night in the laundry."

"We don't have a time machine," he gently teased.

I grabbed hold of his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. "But you didn't need to do it! I didn't have to be a werewolf! There has to be a cure, so just put everything back the way it was! Put ME back the way I was!"

Greg softly set his hands atop mine and answered my stare with his own steady gaze. "I'm sorry for what I've done, but there is no cure. You can only hold off the change for a few weeks, but it will come and you'll have to accept that. To do otherwise is to risk madness, and if that happens you'll hurt more than just yourself."

My whole body quivered. "More than just myself?"

He gave my hands a squeeze. "If you can't control yourself than you'll hurt other people."

"L-like kill them?" I asked him. He gravely nodded his head. My hands slipped off him and I clutched my head in one hand. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" A sniffle escaped me. "I don't want to be a wolf-thing."

Greg smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "It's not so bad," he tried to console me.

I whipped my head up and glared at him. "Not so bad? Not so BAD?" I exclaimed. "You think every girl grows up dreaming about becoming a werewolf?" He opened his mouth and I slapped my hand over it. "No, we don't. We dream of nice, silky legs and hair that's in all the right places, not hair in ALL the places."

"Hm hun hnted hn hnhn hn," he mumbled through my hand.

I pulled my hand away and raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"I said I just wanted to protect you," he repeated.

I frowned. "Protect me how? By the looks of you I'd say the fur part isn't indestructible."

Greg chuckled. "It's not the fur that's the benefit, though I must admit it's kept me warm a lot of cold nights."

"Then what?" I flatly asked him.

"Well, there's this." He pointed at his chest where lay the holes from the bullets. As I watched, the wounds slowly closed themselves. They didn't even leave a scratch. My mouth dropped open and I pressed my hand against his chest where the wounds had disappeared. He giggled and pushed my hand away. "I'm sort of ticklish," he admitted.

I rolled my eyes. "What kind of a werewolf are you to be ticklish and working as an apartment manager in a crummy neighborhood?"

"The one that's content with a simple life," he replied.

"There's not some werewolf empire you can rule over, or some campers you could stalk in the woods?" I wondered.

He shook his head. "Not so much as a plot of land to conquer or a small wood to haunt."

"So how did you end up in the middle of this filthy city and happen to turn me into one of you?" I asked him.

Greg put on a dreamy look and sighed. "It's a long story starting from when I was a pup."

"Were you really a pup?"

"No, but just roll with me. Right here in the hay, if you want."

"I'd rather not take a roll with you here or anywhere else. I'm supposed to be cursing your existence for cursing mine, remember?"

"You sure? It's actually pretty fun."

"I'm cold, but not that cold."

Greg glanced over me and frowned. "You should be cold. You're sitting there in those filthy clothes." He nodded at the box. "I've got several sets of clothes. Pull out a pair for both of us and we can get dressed."

"All right, but don't expect this type of royal treatment from me all the time," I replied as I pulled out the packages of clothes. They were wrapped in plastic to keep the damp out.

"Is that really any way to talk to your mate." I froze and glanced up to glare at him. He sheepishly smiled at me. "Um, please?"

"Maybe we'd better just stick to you cursing me and talk about the wooing later," I suggested.

"So you're saying there is a later for that?" he persisted.

"I'm saying there won't be a later for you if you don't behave." I tossed a plastic bag at him and he caught it with his face.

Greg grabbed it and set it in his lap. "Nothing tells a man a woman's mad at him more than catching things with his face," he quipped.

I ignored him and ripped open my bag. The contents smelled dry-cleaner clean, and I eagerly tore off my shoes and socks to put on the dry, non-bloody ones. I jumped to my feet and worked on my pants button, but paused when I felt a pair of somethings drill into me. I glanced over to Greg and found his eyes glued to me. "Do you mind?" He stiffly shook his head without his eyes breaking contact. "Could you look away?" Another stiff movement of the head. I dropped my hands and growled. The sound was more feral than I intended. "Look away or I'll gouge out your eyes."

Greg's eyes flitted up to mine and he raised an eyebrow. "You realize that growl you made isn't natural for a human, right?"

I shuddered at the implications. "What's that mean?"

"It means you might want to be careful about your temper. Once the change starts you could rip a human apart with your hands."

"All right, Professor Wolfgang, mind telling me what I'm supposed to be expecting here before I decide you need to be sliced and diced?"

"Increased temper, strength, and a craving for blood."

"Good thing I'm not a vegetarian. Anything else?"

"Your speed will increase along with your jumping abilities, your craving for sex will double, and your vision will be vastly improved."

My eyes widened and I held up my hand to shut him up. "Wait a second, rewind to that middle part."

"About the jumping abilities?" he guessed.

"No, the part after that. What was that about sex?"

"Oh, that." He waved away my concerns with his hand. "Just some slight, intense need to procreate with your own kind or any human you're attracted to. Nothing to worry about."

"
But you're my own kind
," I reminded him.

Greg faked surprise. "Well, so I am." He rubbed his chin and contemplated this new bit of information. "I guess I should avoid wearing clothes when we're alone together during the night. You'll only rip them off."

I'd had enough with this guy's nonchalance about the predicament he'd put me in. "I'll show you ripping," I growled. I jumped at him intending to give his neck a thorough massage, but his hands were too fast. He caught my wrists and easily kept me away. A smirk spread across his face and his eyes glistened with that yellow tint. I glared at him and snapped my teeth close to his face. He only chuckled.

"You really shouldn't be so feisty," he warned me.

"Why the hell not?" I shot back.

"Because I'm liable to lose control of myself." He didn't show much restraint when he leaned forward and caught my lips in a passionate, lust-filled kiss. My cold body warmed at his touch, and the heat pooled between my thighs.

I pulled away gasping for air. "I don't think you should do that again."

For once he looked worried, and his voice was thick and gravelly, more like when he was a werewolf than his human self. "I-I don't think I can stop myself." He kissed me again and his hands let go of me only for him to wrap his arms around me. My body pressed against his, reminding me how thin my bra was and how naked he was.

I put my hands on his bare chest, and felt the muscles tense and ripple beneath my fingers. Every muscle quivered and yearned to jump me, and my body responded by rubbing itself against him. He grunted and broke us apart. His eyes were now completely yellow, and his teeth were sharp. "T-this won't end well," he warned me.

"Only if you don't pleasure me," I countered.

Greg's eyes widened and he found new strength in himself to flip our positions. My back lay on the hay and he sat atop me with his chest heaving and his hands on either side of my head. He growled at me and something inside me told me to whimper in return, so I did. Greg swooped down and nuzzled his face in my neck while his hands worked over my flesh. He touched all of me, every quivering mound and tense, eager muscle. His clawed fingers cut into my bra strap and he flung the flimsy cloth aside.