Sworn to the Wolf (3 page)

Rain smiled then and he returned it as he moved toward her. “You look beautiful. I really like the dress.”

“Oh this old thing?” She laughed. “Thank you, you look pretty good yourself.” She reached up and touched his hair and electricity ran through him on contact. “Your hair is so gorgeous. I like that you left it down.”

“I’m glad it pleases you, I had it back earlier and decided to free it.” He wanted to strut around the room at the compliment.

“Would you like a glass of wine or something?” she asked as he took her hand and tucked it into his arm. He walked her slowly through the gallery, wanting her to be at ease after he’d heard the undercurrent of nerves in her voice.

“No not now, I’ll have some with dinner. We have reservations at Matt’s On the Market for nine if that’s all right. He’s got a great wine list.”

“I’ve never been there but I’ve heard great things.” Heard and not experienced because it was totally out of her price range.

“You’re in for a treat. The food is amazing. Fresh local ingredients. It doesn’t look fancy, it’s the food and wine where all of the effort goes.”

“I like that. Food as art. Sounds heavenly.”

“So is this your friend’s work then?” He motioned to the walls.

“Yes. I met Sully when I first came to town and started painting. He’s been a huge help to me. He’s very good, this is his third show so far this year.”

It was good but Laurent had a feeling her work would be better. “So you mentioned taking your portfolio to a gallery. You’re an artist too?”

“Yes, I paint. The portfolio is to be considered for a series of gallery shows The Holt is going to host over the next months, all showcasing up-and-coming artists. It would be a big break for me to get a show.” He saw the passion for her work on her face.

“What kind of work do you do then? Modern, classical, abstract?”

“Modern. It’s eclectic. Not so abstract that you can’t see what I’m trying to convey. I draw upon themes from nature—mountains, rocks, the ocean, rivers, streams, the sky, stars, planets, big historical ideas and events. I don’t know how to explain it really, things that tug at the fabric of our existence.”

“I’d love to see it sometime. Good luck with the show.” As it happened, Andreas owned a part interest in The Holt. He might mention it to Kari and see if she thought it was something to bring up to Andreas. She was someone he could trust to give an opinion about what Rain would like. He wanted to help Rain but not to take over and make her feel she couldn’t do it on her own.

They enjoyed the showing and he drove over to the Market for dinner.

He opened her door, helped her over the cobblestones—not that he minded the chance to get his hands on her. Taking care of her calmed his wolf, allowed the man the space to woo.

“This place is just as great as you said it would be,” she enthused over her trout with wasabi crust. “The Gruyère leek tart was so good. I haven’t eaten this well in a very long time.”

He sensed that she’d grown up around some kind of money; she knew her wines very well and had spoken French with a man on the corner selling roses. It wasn’t the kind of French you learn in high school, it was the kind of French that you learned while in France. Laurent should know, he’d spent time there growing up before he’d come to live with the Phinney family.

He drew a fingertip over the delicate bones in her wrist. “So where are you from originally? Do you have family here?”

She shifted in her chair and looked out the window a moment. Avoiding. “What about you? I take it you and Andreas are close. Are you related? How’d you come to work for him?”

Laurent narrowed his eyes at her, smelling her evasion, seeing her body tense and her hands shake for just a moment when he’d asked. She was hiding something. What he didn’t know but he’d find out, help her through whatever it was that made her afraid. For the time being he’d let her hold back. Trust, he knew, had to be earned.

“Andreas and I have been best friends since I was eleven and he was thirteen. His family took me in and raised me.”

“Why? That is, if you don’t mind talking about it.”

Later he could tell her about the more specific reasons, but until she knew he was a werewolf, it was better to be general. “My mother died and my father didn’t feel he could raise me on his own. My mother and Andreas’s mother were like sisters so my father brought me to them, to be raised in a family setting. And that’s what they did. Treated me like one of their own children. My working for Andreas sort of grew from that. Back to you though. Do you have any family?”

“I’m, um, estranged from them. I still communicate with my mother on occasion but I haven’t spoken to my father in a year.”

“Why?” Laurent turned her hand over in his. She made no move to take it back so he kept it there, her warmth bleeding into him.

“He wanted me to be something that I couldn’t be. I...we couldn’t come to any agreement about my life so...” She shrugged but he saw the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.

Still, family was so important. He couldn’t understand how any man could turn away from his own child. “Have you tried to work it out? How does your mother feel about it all?”

She sighed. “My mother feels however she’s told to feel. No, that’s unfair really. She’s a loving woman but the world she lives in isn’t made for women who are strong and opinionated. She helped me es...er, leave home last year. She has to keep my contact with her a secret. My father of course thinks I’ll come back when I need money. And that’s really all I want to talk about that subject.”

Laurent wished she’d lighten her burden and share with him but he understood. The need to comfort was so complete it was only the decades of training to keep his control that enabled him to keep his shit together.

“Would you like to come back to my apartment and watch the ferries on the water?” The apartment was in the Harbor Steps complex and overlooked Puget Sound.

She hesitated a moment, clearly thinking. “Sure. That would be nice.” Her voice was soft but free of doubt. He relaxed a bit.

They walked back to the car and Laurent moved it the few blocks to the building and took her up. Among the little touches he’d made earlier that day had been to put new sheets on his bed. They were silky soft with a bit of flannel for warmth. He sincerely hoped she’d let him make love to her that night. Between Mates, the first time making love would create binding ties between them—he wanted to brand her in some way.

Another part of him wanted to fuck her hard and fast.

“This is a beautiful place,” she murmured as she looked around, her hands trailing over the spines of books, the curves of vases. Each touch a caress that incited his senses. She seemed to soak in everything she looked at. Examined. Sampled.

It seemed impossible for her to be a hedonist but also so shy and hesitant. But it was there. Another thing about her he ferreted away.

She looked back over her shoulder. “Do you mind if I take these heels off? They’re beginning to kill me.”

He shook his head no and watched as she sat and pulled off the pumps, exposing bright pink toenails.

The sound she made as she wriggled her toes and stretched her calves a little made him suck in air like a drowning man.

“So much better. Of course now I’ll never have the courage to put them back on because it’ll hurt even more.” And frankly, the way he looked at her made her weak in the knees and she had to sit down before they buckled. The whole evening had set her off balance. She’d never been so attracted and attuned to anyone in her life. It felt so natural to be with him that it freaked her out.

Everything about him was so
intense
. Intense was something she tried to avoid outside her art. She
wanted
him.

All during dinner with subtle touches here and there he’d seduced her. Made her feel so sexy and confident.

She’d poured a lot of herself into her canvases. And now, he was there too, and she didn’t know how to not get sucked in by everything he was.

“I’ll carry you to your door if you need it,” he whispered and came to kneel in front of her.

“What is it about you? I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she said as he ran a finger around the curve of her bottom lip. Little zings of electricity sparked in the wake of his touch.

Her breath hitched as her heart kicked in her chest. She’d been wet and achy since she walked into the gallery earlier that evening. When it was his hands, his attention on her, it was like her skin came alive in a way it never had before. His very presence was totally overwhelming, it scared her even as she loved it.

“It does feel that way, doesn’t it?” he asked her as a smile edged up on the right side of his mouth. A mouth she really wanted on hers.

“Are you going to kiss me?” If he didn’t soon she’d swoon from want.

“You’re impatient.”

“Where you’re concerned apparently.” She needed to act bold. Needed to
be
bold.

“Okay then. I suppose I’ll make any sacrifice to please you.”

The tease sent a flutter of heat through her.

A long moment passed in delicious tension before he leaned into her body and touched his lips to hers.

Finally.

Her avaricious hands sought the muscled wall of his chest over the smooth material of his expensive dress shirt. He was so very vital, powerful and yet totally controlled as she slid her palms upward, seeking the silk of that long dark hair.

A low sound broke from her throat and he echoed it before grabbing her waist and pulling her to his body tightly as he walked on his knees to get closer. Her skirt rode up as she widened her thighs to give him room.

He hissed, dragging his nails over the edge of the stockings she wore. Her skin broke out in goosebumps.

Laurent felt the heat from her pussy as he moved to her and it drove him wild. He scented the honey there, nestled in the folds, and his mouth watered to taste her. “God, you feel good,” he murmured against her mouth and she sighed, opening to him, pressing her breasts into his chest, arching her back.

Need rode him and he groaned into her mouth as his tongue followed the sound. She tasted of cherries and dessert wine and her lips were firm and lush under his. He tried to hold back the fantasy of what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock but failed.

Control.

It shredded like wet paper at the touch of her skin.

When her tongue flicked over his, past his into his mouth, the sinuous dance of their kiss seduced him. She was open to him, gloriously inviting him to taste her, but he could also sense that she didn’t have a lot of experience. He’d be lying to himself—and denying that animal part of him—to deny he was thrilled.
He’d
be the one to show her erotic delights.
He’d
learn every inch of her body.
He’d
know spots that no one else had touched. Wanting to burn his name into her being thrilled him to his toes.

The rest of her body called to him. Tamping down his desire to take her hard and fast, he slowly moved his mouth from her lips and skimmed down to her neck. The edge of his teeth abraded the tender skin just below her ear and the flat of his tongue followed to lave the sting and take in her taste.

Rain’s lips tingled at the loss of his mouth and she whimpered until he laved her neck. Shivers of delight broke over her and she grabbed his head, holding him in place. He chuckled in response, low and wicked, and she smiled. He made her feel so sexy, so...something she couldn’t even find words for.

Every muscle in her body tensed sharply and then totally relaxed when he gently bit down over the jumping pulse in her neck. It was like something slammed into her, filling her up and easing her as he held the tendons and muscle between his teeth. Her head lolled back, her breathing shallow. She nearly came just from that one action. Nothing had ever, ever felt so pleasurable.

Her response to the bite brought Laurent’s balls tight against his body. He scented the slickness of her pussy, felt her nipples tighten against his chest. Unable to stop himself from touching her more, he slid his hands around her waist and just under the swell of her breasts. But when she yanked the hem of his shirt out of his pants and skimmed her hands over the bare skin of his lower back he gasped at the pleasure. She felt so right against him then. Like she was made for him and him alone, and of course she was. So this was what it felt like with the right person, the
right
person. No wonder Kari and Andreas fucked like bunnies.

He gave in finally and did what he’d been wanting to do all night, he pressed his lips to the curves of her breasts, to the creamy skin that heaved with her breath. She hummed in satisfaction and he stood up then, bringing her with him. She put her face into his neck then and he felt her body tighten in response. Silently he begged her to do what he’d done.

And even then, he wasn’t ready for what it felt like.

Laurent groaned out as she bit down, her teeth grasping the tendon, her tongue flicking out to taste his pulse. She would have no idea, but it was a show of sexual dominance for a wolf to bite the neck of another. His cock stiffened even more and his arms trembled. He rolled his hips without even thinking, seeking her cunt, needing to join with her.

She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Why? Why did that feel so right?” she whispered, sounding a bit dazed.

“You’re mine, my heart. We’re made to be with one another, my cells sing to yours,” he said softly in the archaic French the poem he quoted had been written in.

He forgot she spoke it too, though, until the puzzled look settled on her face and then she finally got it. “What? How? I just met you yesterday.”

“You know what I say is true. You can feel it in your heart, can’t you? When you placed your face in my neck and breathed me in—have you ever done that with another?”

She shook her head, still dazed.

“But you did with me. Why?” He wanted to tell her everything but it was too soon.

“It just felt like the right thing to do. You did it to me.”