Blayne Edwards (3 page)

The rational side of her mind knew that this was an animal and not a man or some other part human species who was on top of her. She knew he was a wolf. A skilled and intelligent killer of prey and an animal she would not be able to reason with. An animal who seemed to be very adept at frightening her. And so the logical side of her knew that it had to be her very vivid imagination that was managing to arouse her at the same wonderful time.

But the woman in her wasn’t so quickly satisfied with that logic.

Chloe cursed herself silently as she shifted again and her motion allowed the wolf to settle even more urgently against her cunt. He was warm. Much warmer than any man who had ever lain pressed against her body. And that warmth was much more intimate and comforting than it should be, considering what he obviously was.

The wolf’s heart beat rhythmically through the thin sheet that separated them. His pulse was strong and steady and it mirrored the beat pounding out to him through the wet flesh between her thighs. But his pulse was much quicker than it should be even for one of his species in the midst of a kill. It made her wonder if he was also being affected by their closeness. If his heart beating so was the result of his own arousal instead of the promise of feeding. As if he somehow had detected her fantasies regarding a fictitious cousin of his and was using the knowledge of her fantasy to excite them both.

But that was ridiculous and Chloe knew it. Of course the animal was sexually aroused. It was mating season and every wolf in the mountains was aroused. But they were aroused for female wolves and Chloe knew that it had nothing to do with her. And she knew it had nothing to do with their being pressed against one another. The scientist in her knew that his curiosity with her was merely his animal instincts forcing him to identify someone who was evidently within his territory. Reassuring herself of that very knowledge one last time, she gripped her hands and arms in an attempt to try and steady some of the trembling and felt her fingers brush against the soft hair of his sides.

The alpha stiffened at her touch and his breathing stopped completely. As he shifted and pressed against her even harder, she feared the worst. That he was ready to begin his feast on her flesh. Chloe closed her eyes tighter and forced control over the noises begging release from her terrified throat.

Her body wasn’t so easily convinced, however, and the throbbing between her legs began to grow even harder as did the animal’s heartbeat against her breasts. Chloe could feel her body climbing toward the teasing of an orgasm despite the mixed emotions she felt over its instigator. She felt the alpha grind his lower belly against her clit and Chloe whimpered at the sensation. She felt him shift again, in the opposite direction this time, as if to cause the friction against her that she would have known how to identify had he been a lover. But a human lover.

Chloe gasped without meaning to at the wonderful pulsing the alpha began to cause between her legs. The throbbing in her body intensified, as did the fear in her mind as his body pressed more firmly against her pussy. The confusion over what he was doing and why her body was allowing itself to become aroused and the recognition that his mouth was now even closer to her neck forced the loudest of whimpers yet out of her and right into his ear.

Just as a warm, sandpapery tongue lapped up the entire side of Chloe’s face.

She opened her eyes. She had absolutely no choice but to open them. Despite the fact that her body began to spasm in appreciation of an excitement she didn’t fully understand or want from him, she had to force her eyes to stay open. Chloe had to see what expression was on this creature’s face as he tormented his intended prey. She wanted to see the look he was holding right before he made his kill. It was a sight she knew she wouldn’t live to document, but seeing it and learning just one more thing about a species of animal she would go to her grave loving was the last pleasure she would know. In spite of the fact that the species was evidently going to be the very cause of her death.

Not to mention the cause of her very last, and most spectacular, orgasm.

She blinked hard and tried to steady her breathing as she looked up at him. Her body began to convulse and the alpha moved his belly again, forcing Chloe to close her eyes again and ride what he had just caused to grip her. Relaxing finally with the knowledge that if he was going to kill her, she may as well make the best of it, Chloe whimpered loudly again and let her climax have its way with her. Despite the overwhelming fear and guilt she felt toward the action, she reached up and grasped the alpha’s silky dark hair between her fingers as she bucked against him and then raised her hips and ground her wet, swollen cunt against the animal.

The alpha seemed to respond to her body. She felt him move and then hesitate in his movements just as she needed him to do. As if he understood what was happening to her, Chloe felt him press against her and then withdraw, only to press against her again. Mirroring her body’s motions with his own.

She sighed contentedly through closed lips and tightly sheltered eyes as she rubbed and soothed her still pulsating slit against the alpha’s belly. At the sound, she felt the alpha’s breath on her neck and his tongue brush tenderly against the flesh of her throat this time.

It had been very gentle. And very slowly delivered. Not the lick of inspection she knew she should have received were this a regular wolf who had just somehow brought her to satisfaction. In fact, not even a lick at all if Chloe’s gut feelings were correct.

It had been a kiss.

Slowly, she opened her eyes again and looked up at him.

She knew, at least her conscious mind knew, that the darkness and her tears were the cause of what she thought she could see on his face. In his eyes. Chloe took a deep breath to let a final spasm finish with her and cleared her mind as well as her vision with a long, cleansing breath. But the illusion continued to stare back at her through his gaze.

He was grinning.

She had to force her mouth to stay closed. And she had to fight her emotions even more after seeing the look on the wolf’s face. But now, not because she wanted to scream in terror or try and chase him off of her. Chloe held her tongue because she had the overwhelming urge to scold him. To reprimand him for what he was doing to her with his tongue and warmth and seemingly very human sexual teasing of her.

Chloe suddenly could think of nothing except how badly she wanted to teach the son of a bitch on top of her some manners.

But obedience school was out of the question for the moment. And as she didn’t seem to have a spare collie or poodle in estrus stashed anywhere close, Chloe had to consider the fact that she still had well over a hundred pounds of wolf appearing to smile down at her and most decidedly shifting his body again as he did it. Pressing firmly against her and allowing his entire weight to help steady her still trembling body.

Chloe stared at the animal with the same tone of vision he was using on her. He was daring her to continue defying him. Urging her to keep up her attitude and her attempt to have courage right to his face.

And teasing her for having come so readily at his insistence.

Her courage that made her not break away from his stare seemed to amuse him and that amusement looked back at her through the big, beautiful blue eyes that never left hers. Except for a moment. And only long enough for him to lower his head to the barely visible cleavage between her breasts where he placed the tip of his warm, velvety tongue.

When he got to her mouth with this lick, he opened his eyes again.

And grinned even harder.

Her own eyelids no longer worked. Chloe couldn’t blink or breathe or believe what she had just had happen to her. The motion had in no way been the action of an innocent, unknowing animal. In her work, Chloe had been tongued down by several creatures of various species. Chloe had been licked in affection and greeting and even as a plea because she had to hurt an animal in order to give it medical treatment. She knew a beastly lick of affection or curiosity when she got one.

But this boy’s lick had been neither innocent affection nor curiosity. This lick had been the kind that had been a very long time since Chloe had felt on her skin. Slow. Purposeful. Painfully teasing. And her body once again reacted with the same enthusiasm it had the last time a man had used his mouth to entice and please her.

Her newest breath of frustration was the result of realizing that the strongest sexual reaction she had ever felt had now come to her courtesy of a dog.

A gorgeous dog. A sexy dog, even, had she possessed four legs to wrap around him.

But a dog, nonetheless.

Chloe had never wanted to be a bitch so badly in her life.

She almost winced at the fact that the wolf had been much, much better and much more sensual while performing the act than any man who had ever used his mouth on her had been. Not to mention the fact that he’d managed to get her to orgasm faster than any man she’d ever slept with.

The alpha’s look on her softened as he lay his head down on her between her breasts. Chloe shivered under his gaze and under the still present fear and confusion over her situation. And because the February wind that had been so warm when she had gone to sleep was now much cooler as it blew through the open doors.

She couldn’t help but notice how sedate the animal was as he lay there swapping looks and body heat with her. It could have been comforting, had he been a domesticated dog that she could make lay by her side instead of right on top of her. Or better yet a man. Chloe’d had more than her fair share of canine companions, though. Many more than the human companions she’d had, in fact. And several of those beloved companions had slept wherever they had wanted to in her home.

They’d kept her feet warm and even snuggled up affectionately and innocently to her side underneath the covers on cold nights. As any dog person knows they will.

But never…

…ever…

…had one shifted as this one did to cover and warm her after he’d glanced over to see her nipples hardening at the insistence of a cold winter wind.

“Get off of me.”

He was as shocked at her words and tone as she was. She could clearly see this fact in his face. But the command had come out before Chloe could censor it and evidently with enough authority to jar even the most dominate of beasts into shock, if not a bit of submission.

The alpha raised his head but left his body pressing down on her.

“Get off of me,” she repeated, even more firmly this time.

He stared motionlessly at her for a moment before turning his head and looking at another of the pack. A wolf very similar in size to him who bore an ugly scar down his muzzle gave the alpha one of the same looks Chloe had been trying to convince herself she wasn’t seeing. They both then looked over to the runt of the litter as if to get yet another opinion.

Chloe watched the silent exchange with an awe she had never felt before. And evidently a nerve that came to only those who desired an extreme form of punishment and death.

She tapped the alpha on his…

…shoulder?

“Did you hear me?”

If he could have laughed. If he could have snorted. If the animal on top of her could have chortled, he would have thrown his head back and let all three fly from his long, gorgeous, hairy, wolfish face. But he couldn’t do any of those things. So Chloe supposed he did the next best thing.

He threw his thick, beautifully muscled throat forward and his head back.

And howled.

Long and low and mournful and strong enough in volume and emotion and ethereal quality to make tears instantly come back to Chloe’s eyes. It was a laugh and a snort and a chortle and a celebration of something that this animal had just found more entertaining than June bugs on string.

And it was absolutely the most beautiful thing Chloe had ever heard.

Especially when his brothers chimed in.

She hadn’t known that she wasn’t breathing until the howls began to die down. And she had never in all of her studies known the full force the sound held until she felt the creature on top of her actually vibrating with his efforts to produce it.

Hell, Chloe wasn’t sure she hadn’t added to the noise at one point. In fact, she felt quite positive by the time all was said and done that such an orgy of vocalization called for participation by all living beings present.

And besides, who the hell would ever know, even if she had?

The alpha was trembling almost as badly when he finished with his call to arms as Chloe had been. The howl and his excitement over their situation had zapped him of his sense of balance as much as it had her, it would seem. Chloe used the moment of weakness to shift and pull her body up somewhat on the bed. The sheet slipped down below her breasts and she watched the wolf’s eyes fix on the nipples he had attempted to warm.

He stared nervously at them. Licked his mouth at the sight of her naked intimate flesh and whimpered a most adorable sound as he wriggled on top of her. Even growled a bit. But it wasn’t threatening and he didn’t try and stop her from peeling the sheets away from the rest of her body and slipping away from the pressing of his weight. As she started to rise naked from the bed, Chloe could feel his eyes roam the entire length of her, stopping occasionally to inspect and evaluate. Her stomach. Her thighs. The patch of hair between her legs.