All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) (4 page)

Reaching for the button of her jeans, he rasped, "Tell me what you want, Faith.
What you need."

"You."
Badly.
Almost painfully.

He yanked her jeans down her hips, stripping them from her body, taking her soaked panties with them, baring her needy pussy.
Her boots came off, hitting the carpeted floor, so he could completely remove her jeans and panties.

Faith fell back, letting her head rest on the arm of the couch, shivering lightly, not from the cold, but from apprehension.
She was naked, her body laid out before him in all its glory.
The room was brightly lit, probably showing every glaring flaw. Her generous hips, her softly rounded belly.
She was in good shape after two years of endless hiking, but she had a naturally full body that always carried a few more pounds than it should.

"Incredible.
You
are
silky all over."
His hands slid up her thighs, the back of his hand grazing her mound, making the flesh between legs flood with cream, as his hand stroked over her belly.
"You're so lush, so soft.
Mine.
So fucking mine!" He moved between her legs.
"You smell like desire and passion, so damn ready to be pleasured."

He spread her legs wide, one big hand on each of her thighs as he opened her to him.
His hands stroked up and down the inside of her thighs.
He inhaled deeply, as though he were taking in her scent, moving his head between her legs, descending to her needy pussy.

"No, Gavin.
I don't.
I haven't--"

"No man has ever pleasured you with his tongue?" he questioned harshly.

"No.
Never"
She had only been with one man, and it had been mildly pleasant after she lost her virginity, but never like this.
And Gavin had barely touched her.
"Fuck me.
Please."

"I'll be the first man to pleasure you this way, make you scream with pleasure."
His voice was possessive, filled with male satisfaction.

Her whole body quivering with need, Faith begged, "Please, fuck me."
His face was so close to her vulnerable pussy that she could feel his hot breath wafting over her sensitive flesh, tickling the neatly cropped hairs on her mound.
A little anxious about the unknown, she wasn't sure if she wanted this.

"Got to taste you.
I can't wait another second.
Need my tongue on you, satisfying you."

And Gavin didn't wait.
His hot mouth lowered to her quivering pink flesh, the first touch of his tongue pure carnal pleasure.
Faith cried out as he first lapped at her folds, growling into pussy as he sipped at her cream, before exploring the hidden pink flesh, delving deeper and deeper, before finally burying his face completely.

His hands parted her folds, exposing her vulnerable, pulsating clit.
Faith forgot everything, including her hesitation to let Gavin perform this act that was somehow more intimate than her previous sexual encounters.
She cried out his name as he his tongue expertly circled her tiny bud, teasing her into a state of insanity, before it finally stroked over her clit.

"Oh, God.
Gavin," she moaned, her whole body quivering with sensation.

His tongue delved deep, flicking relentlessly at her clit.
Faith could feel her body tensing, her channel clenching, and her need to climax becoming crucial to her sanity.

Faith rolled her head from side to side, moaning helplessly.
"Gavin, I need to--"

She never finished the statement.
His teeth gently latched onto her clit, securing it, holding it captive for his tongue to flick and lave, quickly, over and over, until she exploded.
"Oh God"
She groaned as her whole body went up in flames.

She arched her back, speared her fingers into Gavin's hair, pulling his head against her pussy as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that were crashing over her like a tidal wave.

He stretched the climax out, taking his time to lap every drop of cream from her pussy.
Then he pulled her limp and pliant body up and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Gavin was breathing rapidly, panting against her ear, his whole body shaking.

Instinctively, she cuddled closer, her arms around his neck, her head resting against his strong shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his masculine scent, letting it flow across her senses.

Although his tongue had just given her the most incredible climax she had ever had, her body still craved him, needed him to take her, even though she was drowsy, sated.

Gavin stood with Faith in his arms, sprinted up a flight of stairs and shouldered open a door, lowering her gently onto a massive bed.
The room was lit only by moonlight, but she could see the outline of the bed frame and she nearly purred as her naked skin was enveloped in soft flannel sheets.

"Sleep," he commanded, as though just saying the word should make it so.

Confused, she looked up at his shadowy face.
"Don't you want to...aren't you going to--"

"Want to?...Yes.
Going to?...No."
His voice sounded pained.

He wasn't going to relieve himself.
Why?
Had he lost his desire?

"Hell, no...I haven't lost my desire.
I want you so fucking bad that my balls are blue and my cock is about to explode.
I just...can't."
His voice was harsh, tortured.
He turned and left the room, muttering another curse as he exited the door.

Faith snuggled into the warm sheets and comforter, feeling rejected, an ache in her chest. It wasn't a feeling she was unfamiliar with, but with Gavin, the pain was almost unbearable.

I'm not rejecting you, Faith. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. And I've lived on this earth for over three hundred and fifty years.

Faith was startled when she heard Gavin’s voice...inside her head.
Holy crap!
She looked fruitlessly around the shadowy bedroom, knowing that she was hearing him inside her mind, but looking around anyway, residual disbelief still nagging at her.
She leaned back, resting her head on the pillow and sighed deeply.
She could feel him stirring inside her head, his presence almost palpable, even though he had left the room.
"More
Changeling
magic?" she whispered, letting go of scientific fact that she held as truth, opening herself to the possibility of things that couldn't be explained by biological data.

Yes. You're my mate. We can read each other, speak with our minds. Your ex-boyfriend was an asshole.

She should probably be pissed that he was invading her privacy, delving into every detail of her history.
Normally, she would be angry, but as his essence floated through her brain, it felt...natural.
"I know.
Two years of my life wasted."
She spoke audibly, still not sure how to send him messages or thoughts.
She couldn't read him either.

I'm sorry about your mother. And you don't have to take another two years to write your thesis. You can study me.

Faith's mother had been a single parent, her father a loser who had never had any interest in her.
Losing her mother to cancer five years ago had nearly destroyed her.
"Thanks.
It was a pretty tough time for me."

It was more than that and you know it. You suffered.

Faith smiled.
Gavin sounded angry, as though he was personally responsible for her sorrow.
"I did. But I try to remember the happy times now.
What do you mean that I can study you?"

You need a large mammal to study. I'm a wolf. You can do your thesis on timber wolves. I can provide whatever data you need, any samples or blood. I'll even take you to observe the packs, although I can tell you anything you need to know about wolf behavior. I'm sort of an...expert.

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
He was indeed an expert, probably the world's foremost authority, because he actually
was
a wolf.

I'm also a man.
His comment was low, hoarse, and slightly vulnerable.

Yeah, and didn't she know it.
She shuddered, remembering the feel of his massive erect cock pressing against her core.
Gavin was
all
alpha male, and so damn hot that all he had to do was look at her with those intense I-want-to-fuck-you-now blue eyes and she melted.
"I might take you up on that offer.
To help me study timber wolves.
I've always had an affinity for wolves.
I guess now I know why."

He laughed, an amused sexy chuckle.
I'll help you. Now sleep.

"I should go home," she muttered quietly, her eyes growing heavy.

Don't even think about it. There's no way you're going back to that crime-infested, shithole of an apartment. It's not safe.
You're staying right here where I can protect you.

Okaaaay...that bossy proclamation should have really pissed her off, but instead, it made her feel safe.
She'd been alone most of her adult life, except for friends, with no one to tell her what to do, not needing to seek approval from anyone else but herself.
But Gavin's protective, possessive behavior blanketed itself around her, wrapping her in warmth and shelter.

Get used to it.
The gruff comment was almost a growl.

"You're awfully bossy.
I'm not sure I like that."
Problem was, she did like it, especially the sexual dominant that she’d glimpsed briefly.
She liked Gavin and all his alpha male behavior.
Honestly, it turned her on completely.
Luckily, his bossy behavior didn't really bother her, as long as he didn't try to get controlling in every aspect of her life. She understood male alpha characteristics.
It was something he was born with, a part of his personality.
She didn't yet understand
Changelings,
but she did understand natural born instincts.

I can compromise. But not on issues of safety. You're staying.

Somehow, Faith had a feeling that his idea of compromise was to bring the other person around to
his
way of thinking. She'd be fine with the safety thing, but if he thought he was going to tell her what to do
all
the time, he was sadly mistaken.
Alpha or not, she was
not
going to let him push her around on
every
issue.

I don't always need to have my own way. But I want you safe.

Faith could hear the sincerity in his voice.
Safety really was his issue, and she sighed.
No doubt they would butt heads, but time would tell whether he could really compromise.

Sleep.

The command was abrupt and not at all subtle.
Yep.
He definitely needed some work on his ability to settle differences amiably instead of barking orders.

Please sleep. You need the rest.

He grumbled the request, but it was definitely an improvement.
"What about you?" she asked, wondering if he was in another bed.

I'm nocturnal. It's the middle of my day. I'm working in my office downstairs.

Yawning, she answered sleepily, "What do you do?"

My last name is Lancaster. I'm one of the owners of Lancaster International.

Faith's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
Good Lord, one of
the
Lancaster brothers?
She'd lived in this area all her life even though she had spent time away for her studies, and she'd have to be a hermit not to know about the Lancasters.
"You're filthy rich."
The statement popped out of her mouth before she could censor it.

You have a problem with that?

Faith could almost visualize him raising a brow in question, his handsome face scowling.
"No.
Not particularly.
I'm just surprised to learn that the Lancasters are actually werewolves.
You don't learn something like that every day."

I'm a Changeling. Not a werewolf. I'm not particularly thrilled to be associated with an urban myth from bad horror movies.

Faith snickered, amused by Gavin’s arrogance about his species.
"Okay.
I'll attempt to refrain from using that moniker."

She rolled over in the enormous bed, cocooning herself in the warmth of the covers.
Eyes heavy, she snuggled with her pillow, wishing she had Gavin there to keep her warm.
She felt his mind brush against hers, a gentle touch of comfort, of warmth.
She didn't even really know him, but she missed him.