Werewolf Me (8 page)

Murphy closed his eyes and groaned in satisfaction. “Oh, petal…”

His response made Truro want to make him lose control. There was so much power in that. It was like giving so much of yourself that the other person felt free to act and be without judgment. She allowed more of his cock to slide down her throat. While the idea of him coming freely in her mouth turned Truro on, she had been around long enough to know that was not something she could allow yet.
Yet?

“If you keep doing that I will come.” Murphy’s voice was hoarse with suppressed need.

Truro lifted her mouth from his cock. She enjoyed how the swollen, pink tip bobbed wet and eager before her. “I have faith in your control.”

“Petal, any time you touch me I lose control.” She fingered the head of his cock enjoying the fact she was not the only one who squirmed in need. “We’re going to need a condom pretty damn fast.”

Truro smiled. She swirled her tongue once more on the spongy flesh. Tasting Murphy was as exciting as eating that first piece of chocolate. It left her wanting more.

“There’s a condom in my jeans pocket.”

“What if I want to play some more?” Truro leaned down so her breasts bounced against his cock.

“Petal—”

Truro had often wondered what it would feel like to have a cock between her breasts.

Murphy almost jackknifed off the bed when Truro sandwiched his cock between the two fleshy globes of her breasts. “As much as I love this,” he choked out. “I want to come inside you and if you keep doing that, your skin is going to be hot and sticky and both of us are going to miss out on what we really want.”

The idea of thick ropes of cum on her body was kinky and exciting, but Murphy was right. Truro wanted him tight and inside. Reluctantly she slid off his body and gathered up his jeans.

Murphy breathed deeply as he watched her search his for a condom. “You have a great ass, petal.”

That was a first. Most men considered her ass too fat and pudgy. But then, Murphy was not most men. A forbidden thought came to her.
Oh why not ask?
Had he not given her the promise that she could do anything? “Would you come in my ass?” Truro turned twelve shade of red just saying it. But she really wanted to feel him inside her.

“Yes—but not now.”

Truro turned and looked at him. She would have been lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t disappointed. She handed him the condom. “That’s okay. It was a dumb suggestion anyway.”

“No, it’s not dumb at all and I want to take you every way you want me to.” His fingers moved fast to cover his cock with rubber. “But petal, I want it to be slow and perfect and the way I feel right now is explosive with need to fuck you.”

“Really?” The idea that she had made him feel that way made Truro happy.
He really wants me
. No one had ever made her feel that way.

“I need you now.” Murphy’s hand reached for hers. “Please.”

Truro willingly took his hand. Murphy moved her quickly so once more so his cock was prodding her ass and she could see nothing but a wall. “Why am I always on my knees with you?” Not that it was a complaint as such. She was so wet and ready to be filled that Murphy could have done anything to her and she would have enjoyed it. Truro spread her legs and waited for his cock to slide inside the wet core of her.

“Have patience, petal.”

“I have no patience. Do it now.”

Murphy chuckled at her words. “You’re so bossy.”

“I am n—” Truro swallowed her words as his cock was inside her in one quick move. She closed her eyes and gave in to the super-heated flesh melding with hers. It was the best, most intense feeling.
I love it. I love him. Uh-oh—to hell with it. I’ll worry about semantics later.
“Y-oh—yes,” she moaned as his fingers found her clit began to play between her legs. Her eyes snapped open when one long finger started to push inside her anus. Truro’s fingers dug into the threadbare carpet and she was relying on his strong thighs to keep them from crashing to the floor.

“Do you want me here?”

Truro stiffened as his finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle. It felt tight and strange yet she wanted more. “Please, wolf man.”

Murphy leaned in, his hot breath against her ear. “What do you want me to do, petal?”

“Fuck my ass.” There was no need to use flowery words. They were both aware of what she craved. His finger moved in and out in time with his cock. It was the most powerful, delicious feeling. Truro panted softly trying to keep up with the pace.
I do not want to miss a second.

“You are so tight.”

“You are so large.”

“We are perfect together.” Murphy added a second finger into her ass.

“Yes we are,” Truro choked the words out as she held onto the bedclothes as his thrusts became harder. The bed was rocking and the van probably was as well. It would not have taken a genius to work out what was going on. But then geniuses were few and far in the caravan park. The barbeque boys would probably think it was an earthquake or they had drunk too much. Either way it would be doubtful they would leave their barbeque to find out.

“Terrible springs in this van, petal.” Murphy’s tongue licked over the flesh of her shoulder as his hips pummeled her ass in an effort to make them both come.

“You can always stop moving, wolf man.”
And I would burst into tears
. Truro was so close to an explosive orgasm that stopping, while a tease, was not an option.

“Okay.” Murphy slapped her ass and stilled both cock and fingers.

“Not now.” If that sounded whiny, Truro didn’t care. She need fast, friction and hot cock.

“Why not?” Murphy placed soft, sucking kisses along her jawline.

Oh boy.
The love thing shot back into her mind. “I want to come.”

“With me?”

“No, with the creepy man in van number thirteen.”

Murphy pulled both cock and fingers almost from her body. “There will never be anyone else for you than me.”

“That’s a pretty big call to make, wolf man.” Truro wiggled her ass against Murphy to entice him all the way back in.

He slapped her ass once more. “Say it or I can quite easily leave you like this.”

“Liar—you want me.” Truro knew she was not the only one going up in flames here. When both his cock and fingers left her body, Truro whimpered.
Damn, I need him and he knows it.

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

“And?”

Truro groaned loudly in frustration. Her call was mirrored by one of the Ludlum wolves. “Okay, fine. I want only you. Now please fuck me before I burst into tears and then eat a gallon of ice cream.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost as good as sex.” Truro gasped as once more Murphy filled her.

“You’ll never have to turn to ice cream for satisfaction again.” Murphy increased his speed, his balls slapping against her ass.

Oh yes. This is my happy place
. “Oh, wolf man,” she groaned as the orgasm gripped and shook her body. Her knees wobbled and her back arched as she gave in to the wildest feeling of pleasure. She felt every spasm and shudder as Murphy came against her.

“I love you, petal.”

Those simple words whispered in her ear gave Truro hope.

“Bloody hell.” Truro sat up and ran a hand through her hair.
Why did I do that? Again?
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As she did she grabbed for the sheet to cover her body. “You were supposed to leave town.”
Damn it. Why didn’t he? Did he say he loved me? Was that heat of the moment? What am I supposed to say to that?

Murphy pulled the sheet from her hands. “How could I? I needed to see you again. I needed to touch and taste you once more.” He grabbed hold of her bare leg to stop her going any farther. “I believe you need me as much as I need you.”

“Bullshit.” Truro kicked out at him. It was a pretty weak kick as her knees were still wobbly and her body was sated after being full of hot, pounding cock. “I don’t need anyone.”
Jeez, what part of that didn’t he get? Or what part did he get and I didn’t?
This was so confusing. “The other night was a one-off.” Truro saw the look he gave her. It was one of smug, male satisfaction. It was a pretty damn sexy look.
Focus woman.
“And granted, the moment at the garage was technically a two-off but it was also a farewell fuck.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I have to, wolf man.” Truro shouted the words in defiance. Her neat little world was being turned upside down and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

“Why?”

“Why? Because— Well, crap, I just do.”

“So this was technically a three-off fuck.”

Truro sighed and stopped struggling. “I don’t know.”
And why I am kidding myself? I want this man. I very possibly love this man.
“Very possibly” gave her an out in case it all turned pear-shaped and he walked away. Then she could just shrug her shoulder and say “whatever”.

“Stop fighting me, petal.” Murphy pulled her close against his body.

“I have to.”

“Why?”

“I have no idea.” It was like fighting the inevitable. It was always going to happen.

———

Five minutes before midnight Murphy stood and stared at the moon through the window. He had spent what was left of the day following Truro around helping her with her chores at the caravan park and even taking her to the bank. She had made it very clear she did not need his assistance. Murphy had made it equally as clear that he was going to help whether she liked it or not. It was cute watching her pointedly try to ignore him. Whether she like it or not, Murphy was not going to give her a chance to try to shut down and block him out.

Murphy turned to look at the woman in the bed. “I love you,” he murmured. The words were soft yet Murphy meant every one of them. Truro was his woman. He had travelled the country searching for his soul mate. When William sent a message to come to Ludlum to join up with the clan, Murphy came as bid.
And I found her.
He wanted to take her in his arms once more and feel their bodies slide slick with sweat as he pumped inside her until she screamed his name. But Truro had been so worn out from working and fighting her feelings that Murphy let her rest.

After they returned to her van, Murphy had gathered her into his arms and lay down under the covers beside Truro, despite her half-hearted protest.

“Petal, I just want to hold you in my arms as we sleep.” The open-mouthed look of shock she gave him was comical. “Or we can have sex.” They were both fully clothed but for their shoes. It would take little to remove the rest.

“Sleeping is good.” Truro had rolled onto her side to ignore him.

Murphy had simply moved in behind her and pulled her back close against his chest. “Just relax.”

“You make that impossible,” she had mumbled. But before long both of them were asleep.

Murphy had enjoyed the best sleep of his life with Truro wrapped in his arms. And despite her initial hesitation, she had easily turned to him in her sleep and he had willingly given her the comfort of his body. Lying beside Truro gave Murphy a sense of calmness he had been longing for. It gave him a great feeling of peace that this lonely, wounded woman could trust him enough to surrender to him like this. While sex was one thing, the simple act of being together with no other motive but to give comfort was harder to do. He doubted Truro had allowed herself much comfort in life. William had filled him in on most of what was known of Truro’s life. It was not pleasant. Murphy vowed to try to do whatever he had to in order to make her happy for the rest of her life.

“Murphy?”

He smiled at the sound of concern in her sleepy voice. “Yes, petal?”

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes.” Murphy walked back to the bed and looked down at his woman. Her clothes were rumpled, her hair was a mess and she was screwing up her face squinting at him through the darkness.
She is beautiful
.
She is mine
. As much as he longed to gather Truro into his arms once more and make love to her there was no time and this was a lady that he wanted to savor. “I have to go.”

“Why?”

That she wanted him to stay made him almost wish he could defy his calling. “Nature calls.”

“I have a bathroom you know.”

Murphy chuckled and leaned down to kiss her nose. If his mouth met hers, there was no way he could walk away. “I want to go check out the wolves.”

Truro yawned. “Oh right, that nature thingy. Well, be careful. They’re wild animals. We saw what happened to Rodney.”

It was not the wolves
. But that was not a discussion he could have with Truro yet. He needed to speak to William and Gil to find out if there was any more news on who had done the killing. “I will be careful.”

“And it’s probably cold out there so wear a jacket,” she murmured as she rolled back onto her side.

“You’re so sweet.” That Truro cared about him meant everything to Murphy.
I am home.

“No, not at all. Because if you die of a chill I won’t get payment for the rental.”

Despite all the reasons he shouldn’t, Murphy leaned in once more and kissed Truro hard. “I adore you.”

“Yeah well. Go and do whatever it is you do out there.” Truro snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“I will show you one day soon.”

Truro snapped one eye open. “Oh God no. I’m not wandering out in the dark to look at feral animals. Now go.”

“I’ll be back.”

“You better be. I need payment.”

“You need more than that. You just have to admit it.”

Truro grumbled under the covers. “Save me from freaking sensitive New Age men.”

Oh yeah, life was going to be good with Truro.

———

They stood in the moonlight and watched the transformation of man to wolf.

Tavernier was horrified. “That is the most fucking grotesque thing I have ever seen. Do you think these women realize who they are sleeping with?”

“They wouldn’t care. People in love only see beauty in their lover.” Absolon once knew that feeling. That was before William took away any chance of happiness he had and left him with the bitter, driving need for revenge.
I am an old man but I am not useless. William will pay. I have waited years for retribution.
“We can use this caravan park woman.” By herself she was nothing special but she did have one use. She would be protected by the clan from now on. She could be used as leverage to get what he wanted.