Mr. and Mrs. Monster (5 page)

He stroked her arm. She wore clothes this time, so he wasn’t dreaming. If he had his choice, it would be bare flesh. Her skin glowed with a healthy olive complexion and her black hair with a silver streak stood out against her skin. Her tight, black pants and flimsy red top showed off her muscles. He reached out to circle her biceps then whistled soundlessly. This woman of his worked out in a big way. She was probably stronger than he was.

He thought back to his first dream. Kyla. That’s what she’d called herself. An intriguing name for his fantasy woman. It suited her.

She twitched and mumbled in her sleep before she rolled flat onto her back. Damien froze, afraid to move. He wanted to look at her more before giving her the third degree on how she’d found him. But first…

Using the pad of his index finger, he drew it featherlight across her cheek. Silken skin, soft in sleep, greeted his quest. Damien’s breath shuddered out in a wheeze as he thought of everything he wanted to do to this mystery woman.

The blood heated in his veins, rushing through his body to head down to the juncture of his thighs. His cock thickened, the engorged length tenting the front of his boxer shorts. The muscles in his gut tightened in anticipation. Hell, he was so primed that he felt as if he were about to explode.

He struggled to concentrate, to bury the urges flooding throughout him and turning his mind into mush. He was a gentleman, wasn’t he? He should act like one and get himself up out of this bed, but God help him, he didn’t think he was strong enough. Hunger rode him and he knew this woman could satisfy him.

Giving into temptation, he traced the outline of her mouth with his lips. Trailed down to her cheek, her jaw. Under his mouth, her pulse quickened and the scent of arousal rose in the air. Not just hers, but his also. Heady and mind-numbing, swirling about them, invading his senses.

He tried to stop a grin, but failed as he made a startling discovery. She was awake, lying in wait. A predator, sensing the lay of the land. His cock stiffened and blood pumped hard through his erect flesh. He’d wanted this woman since he’d dreamed of her. Whatever the reason, she was in his bed. Lady luck had to love him.

The vein on the underside of her neck drew him and he nipped a rough bite onto the skin. When he soothed it with his tongue, she shuddered in reaction. His hot breaths blazed a trail as he worked his way to her breast. The outline of a sheer black bra peeped through the red of the shirt. The woman, already a mystery, just became an enigma. This no-frills, muscled woman seemed like the plain T-shirt bra type, but he wasn’t upset. Damien settled his mouth over her breast and he nipped hard then suckled her through her shirt.

Kyla groaned and arched her back. Releasing the material-covered nipple, he moved to the other side. He angled his body against her then slid a leg between hers and rubbed his thigh hard against her soft skin. His dream woman made growling sounds like a wild animal. He swallowed the lump that obstructed his throat and held tight to his control. Kyla groaned and squirmed against his thigh. It made him want to take them both as high as he could.

Damien tugged her shirt open and forgot control. Olive skin and black bra met his gaze along with nipples pouting out from the peek-a-boo lace. He slid his hands down from her shirt then undid the buttons of her pants. The tight fit meant he couldn’t push them away and bury his fingers in her so he contented himself with rubbing his bare chest against her breasts.

He took her mouth in a heated caress, all the while he struggled to release his cock from the confines of his boxer shorts. He finally managed to push and toe the black underwear down his legs and kicked them away. Then he moved close enough to Kyla to slip his cock into the cradle of her thighs.

Kyla sighed and opened her legs farther. Damien adjusted his position and thrust against her, their bodies separated by the material of her pants. He fused his mouth with hers again, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. She uttered a deep growl, and he let go to allow her the same privilege. Her hips bucked, drawing him in. Brought him closer to being buried to the hilt inside her. Kyla turned aggressive and she bit him hard at the corner of his lips. Lightning flamed straight to his groin. Control was a thing of the past…

Kyla couldn’t believe it. She’d hauled Damien’s ass back from the warehouse, got him into bed and stripped away his bloodstained shirt and trousers. He’d collapsed back onto the bed and had passed out. Worried, she’d tried to get into his dreams again. All she’d achieved was her passing out too. Next thing she knew, he had her shirt open and his mouth latched on a nipple. This guy never gave up.

Her thoughts screeched to a halt when he bit hard at her breast then soothed with a swipe of his tongue. She arched into him as fire exploded, radiating out from her core. Rough growls slipped from her throat and she could do little to halt the tide of emotion breaking over her. He’d no idea she was a wolf and that they tended toward rough during lovemaking. She had to control her passion. Otherwise, poor Damien was in for a hell of a shock and some nasty bruises.

The hard thigh wedged against her legs created a delicious friction and short-circuited any hold she might have kept on her libido. Electric sensation beat at her, hammered away at her nerve endings. An ache centered deep within her core, pulsing in time with the pull of his mouth.

Damien had tried undoing her pants, but the tight fit had defeated him. She decided to help him, squirming and grunting until she’d skimmed her remaining clothing down her legs. Then she paused, fists clenched as she struggled to deal with the feelings surging inside her. To hell with it. She unclenched her fists and decided enough was enough. The wolf in her wanted out, and goddess help him.

She bared her teeth, grabbed hold of him, and with a quick flick, had him on his back staring shocked up at her. “My turn for play. Any arguments, send me a letter later.”

She gripped his wrists and wrestled his arms above him, holding them in place with her strength. She nipped at his lips, but fleetingly, holding off on a longer sip. She made her way down his chest, leaving red marks from her teeth as she mimicked his early moves. Biting then kissing it better with a teasing dip of her head. Kyla grinned, knowing her teeth looked wicked sharp to Damien. She was about to trespass somewhere where teeth weren’t always a good thing.

Damien grabbed hold of the bedframe as Kyla dipped her head
again. This time she let her hot breath drift over his cock as she nudged her way below and licked his balls. Damien jerked, his hips coming off the bed. The breath gusted from his mouth in a long, drawn-out groan.

Kyla lifted
herself up slightly and smirked at him then took his cock deep into her mouth, accompanied by the sound of Damien’s heightened breathing. She suctioned her mouth along his shaft and used her teeth to graze the tip.

Like he was a treat to be enjoyed, she slowed then sped her pace up, always leaving him guessing what her next move was. He was tight under her mouth, ready to explode. Kyla needed Damien to lose control. The need grew in her. She wanted this man wild. Enough was enough.

She let him go with an audible pop and reared up, positioning herself over his lower body. With her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and her knees braced either side of his hips, she sank down, taking him inside her. Damien helped and raised his hips, thrusting into her hard and deep. Blisters of hot heat sucked away at her energy as Damien and his short strokes filled her to the brim. She still wanted more. Sweat trickled along her spine as she arched her back and sank lower. He filled and stretched her as she tempered his thrusts.

Kyla controlled their movements. She wanted to feel his every twitch and pulse. Feed on the emotion he put out. Bathe in the sexual energy they generated between them. But she didn’t want it to end too quickly. She switched to long, slow thrusts.

Desperate for more, she ripped away her bra and leaned over him. He took her up on her silent invitation and drew her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and Kyla felt the pull of his lips deep inside her, as if an invisible thread connected her breast to her core. Her heart tripped so abruptly, Kyla felt on the brink of passing out. Her breathing came so fast she was in danger of hyperventilating.

Frantic now, she upped the pace. Damien grabbed her hips and pounded into her. Kyla reveled in it. Her growls disappeared and a high note keened out of her. The momentum of a powerful orgasm gripped every cell, refusing the slightest movement except ones that fed the surge inside her.

Energy blazed through nerve endings, and she shuddered as he thrust deep. Both their chests heaved with the effort of breathing at the same time as loving. She forced herself onto Damien with hammer thrusts of her hips. She ground him deep inside. Growled as he stiffened. Damien’s orgasm pulsed over and through her, and Kyla let go as hot pleasure spiraled out of control into a highly charged, euphoric sense of satiation.

She collapsed to the side of Damien and drew in a shuddering breath. Just who had dominated whom?

“Well, that was better than my dreams. Now what the hell are you doing in my bed and when can we do that again?”

Damien’s comment made it through the haze of sated passion that fogged Kyla’s mind.
Again?
Her boss would kill her as it was. Compounding the problem wouldn’t help her case. “Ah. I’m in your bed because I found you knocked out in a warehouse I was checking out. I looked in your wallet and this was your address, so I bought you home. But I must have passed out next to you.”

“Okay, that answers one question. Come here for the second.”

Damien’s wandering hands—and cock—were easy to evade, and she moved away.

“What happened was a mistake.”

“Why?”

Kyla struggled with the simple question. “It… Um, it can’t happen again because my boss will kill me. And in the long run, it’s impossible.”

Laughing, Damien eased back onto the bed. “Actually, I say it was very possible and getting more so with every minute you’re here naked. And what’s this to do with your boss?”

She flung herself out of bed and grabbed her clothing from the floor. She shook head. “Listen up, buddy. It was great. Mind-blowing was closer to the mark. But you and me? It’s scientifically unworkable.”

Damien frowned. “I don’t know if you are this Kyla from my dreams, but you’re on my mind constantly, so I’m guessing maybe you are. You’re my dream girl—literally and figuratively.”

Kyla backed away. A heavy dose of
déjà vu
thumped at the back of her mind. Last time her lover tried to kill her with a silver crossbow. Not happening again. Okay, Damien didn’t have any weapons on him—except the obvious one that stood at attention. But that would change when she showed him what she was.

“Fine, you want details? You asked for it. I tried to let you out nice and easy, but you wouldn’t let go.” Kyla dropped the clothing and stepped back. It was time for Miss Nasty Wolf to appear.

The change ripped through her at a break-neck speed she’d pay for later, but she wanted this scene over and done. Kyla knew what she’d see on his face and body, and it wasn’t an aroused male.

She dropped to her hands and knees. Her nails gripped the carpet and lengthened into claws, teeth sharpened to fangs. Hair receded, leaving her bald, but for the fur that raced over her body. Humanity gave way as her face lengthened into a muzzle. Her spine twisted and snapped audibly as bones realigned and a tail pushed from her lower back.

She raised her muzzle and howled in defiance. Damien would see his canine partner, his wolfdog. A pet, not a lover he’d just plunged and thrust into. Not someone you shared your life with. Not a freak like her.

Flash changing, she reverted back to human form so she could talk. She looked Damien in the face. He’d scrambled upright on the bed, his back braced against the headboard. Shock and something else she couldn’t read lay plastered on his face, and he certainly wasn’t happy to see her anymore. That much was obvious.

“That’s why. We aren’t even the same species. It won’t work in the long run. I’m a Werewolf, a Lykos. That research you found on the computer about Kyla, captain of Artemis’ guards? That’s me. And if you tell anyone, I’ll hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?”

Damien moderated his voice to a flat tone. “How? What happened? Were you bitten?”

Kyla laughed bitterly. “That’s Hollywood for you. No. We can’t be made into wolves. It’s a birthright. The gods created the first as a punishment. My boss, Artemis, liked us and took us in as her guards.” She watched as Damien covered himself with a sheet and connected her with his canine partner.

“Shit, you’re my dog, my Wolf. My partner? What the hell’s going on?”

“Remember your dream, hot shot. It’s
my
wolves being killed and skinned, and I’m undercover as your partner to see what we can find out. Surprise? For the record, get rid of the chow and feed your partner raw steak. It works for me. And I was never a dog. I blended in and looked like a wolf-dog hybrid. But I was always pure wolf.”

Kyla fought the bitch reflex, but when she was hurting, her mouth took control. She glanced over at the body that had just been in her. Okay, that loving feeling had gone out of the window now.
I wonder when he’ll go for his gun?
Kyla tried to force that thought out of her head, but it was hard when all she heard was horror.

“Un-freaking-believable.” He shook his head, his gaze fixed on her in a wide-eyed stare.

“That’s me, just a freak. Now if you excuse me, self-flagellation time is over for now. Thanks for the lay. It was amazing, but no urge to repeat this interspecies soul-baring episode. So see ya, stud.”

Kyla didn’t bother even putting clothing on before she made for the door, flashing into a change as she went. At least she didn’t have to run out of here naked. As a wolf, she had more anonymity, especially at night. Damien rose up behind her and yelled out, but she closed her ears to his voice. Kyla knew the words by heart—‘get out and don’t come back’. She didn’t need to hear his actual words.