Far From Innocent (12 page)

Juan pushed her up against the wall, moving his arms quickly and grabbing her legs. He pushed them up and held on to her, riding her hard and fast. He pumped his cock farther inside her, filling and stretching her hot, tight cunt.

She dug into his shoulders. “Oh my God,” she screamed, thrashing her head from side to side while her long, thick strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

Erin was wild, stroking his shoulders and arms with extended fingernails while she panted and took all that he offered. Her mouth opened and she howled, showing off bright white teeth that glowed in the darkness, long and pointed and adding to her incredible beauty. Her body tightened, hardened, and she went stiff, her mouth forming a perfect small circle as she stared wide-eyed at him. She came so hard her head dropped and for a moment he wondered if she’d passed out from the experience. But then she started panting, her lust turning into a riper, thicker smell that he drowned in.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. “You’re too deep.”

“Never,” he assured her.

But he’d give her a moment to catch her breath. Pulling out, he held her securely in his arms and moved back to her bed. He wasn’t at all sure he could fuck her on the single frame. It wasn’t meant for a large werewolf to tear into a hot little bitch. Erin had a cub’s bed still, a bed for a virgin.

“Have you ever fucked a werewolf in here before?”

“No. Of course not.”

He laid her in the middle of the bed, kneeling on the edge of it. “But then you haven’t been in this den that long.”

She shook her head, reaching for him and dragging her fingernails down his chest.

Her touch was gentle yet stirred the fire inside him with its sensuality.

“No werewolf has ever taken me in my own den. You’re my first, Juan.”

“And your only.” There was more conviction in his tone than he’d anticipated. But he meant every word.

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered, surprising him with how shy she sounded admitting it.

And there was an admission here. The pressure in his chest exploded and for a moment he got scared that he’d come before entering her again. He lifted her legs, resting her ankles on his shoulders, and watched while he held on to his soaked, sticky shaft and slowly entered her.

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She sucked in a breath, reaching for him and pulling him to her. “And I love how you feel,” she added, grabbing his hair and yanking his mouth to hers.

Her tongue swirled lazily around his while he stroked her insides slowly. Fire burned him alive. Her tiny muscles quivered around his cock. She barely touched him with her fingertips as she caressed his flesh, building the pressure inside him until he couldn’t think. Hell, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. His cock doubled in size before he had time to react and he exploded, filling her with his come. The heat burned him alive, swelling over every inch of him. He swore he’d changed until he opened his eyes and saw that he still looked at her through human eyes.

“Erin,” he growled, his cock trapped deep inside her.

“Stay here with me,” she whispered, pressing him against her large breasts as she nibbled at his neck.

“If only that was an option.” He’d love to watch her fall asleep, to experience her scent change to satisfaction and happiness. “But I’m hardly a welcome guest.”

“This is my den too.” She scowled, looking determined.

“You know your littermates will attack me if they find me here.” He sniffed the air, smelling only their scents. “And you must know that I’d never fight another werewolf in his den.”

Erin ran her fingers through his hair, lying underneath him, relaxed with her legs lazily wrapped around his waist. “I know,” she said quietly. “I promise they won’t hurt you though. I won’t let them.”

He saw immediately what she meant by ensuring his protection. “You won’t use the gift on your littermates.”

“I can’t stand there and watch them beat you while you do nothing to defend yourself.”

Both of them turned their heads, staring into the darkness of the room and listening. A branch had cracked outside the den. Then there was another sound.

Footsteps and voices. They grew closer. Juan sniffed the air, growling instinctively while his cock shrank enough to slide out of Erin. Quickly he jumped back from the bed, reaching for his clothes.

Dimitri and Nicolo entered the den, talking quietly, although their tones changed before the front door closed. It wouldn’t take much in a den this small for the two werewolves to get a good whiff of sex. Not even a door and a dresser would contain the ripe smell that still hung heavily in the air.

“What are you going to do?” Erin dove off the bed, grabbing him.

It wasn’t easy sliding into his jeans with her hanging on him. “Erin, they aren’t going to accept me simply because they find me here in your bed.”

A fist hit the door hard enough to make the wood rattle on its hinges. “How dare you bring that fucking werewolf into our den,” Dimitri exploded, his anger so intense it made its way into the room through the closed door.

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He hit the door again and wood cracked. It hadn’t crossed Juan’s mind that Erin might be in danger here. He got into his jeans and reached for her clothes.

“Get dressed,” he said quietly, although he could have whispered and the two werewolves would have heard him.

The dresser screeched over the floor worse than it had when Erin had moved it.

Dimitri roared on the other side, pushing hard enough that he’d change in his own den if he let his emotions surge any higher.

“Erin. Get him out of here now,” Nicolo warned her.

Suddenly Juan feared for Erin. If he disappeared through the window, leaving her, Dimitri might take his wrath out on her. No matter if she had the gift or not, the smell of the temper coming closer was too intense for Dimitri to be thinking clearly.

Juan pushed Erin behind him. The first thing he saw was the glowing silver in Dimitri’s eyes when he successfully opened the door far enough to enter. He barely had time to react when Dimitri leapt through the air, hitting him with full force.

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Erin was still pissed off when she walked through the woods, ignoring the frigid air that made her cheeks numb. It took a lot of concentration to keep the blanket underneath Juan flat and stiff. Juan lay on it, hovering in the air next to her. Her hand rested on his chest over his heart, which beat steadily. He wasn’t dead. Knocked out cold, yes, but he’d be okay.

Dimitri, on the other hand, would have hell to pay when she got her paws on him.

The fucking bully. He’d taken advantage of Juan’s strong convictions, of fucking antiquated werewolf traditions, and threw several good punches even after it was obvious Juan wouldn’t fight back. If she’d been a bit stronger, she would have knocked the crap out of her littermate.

What was worse was Juan glaring at her, whispering more than once, “Keep the gift out of this.”

She’d listened, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t use whatever means it took to make sure Juan was safe. Dimitri would have thrown him out into the cold and left him, shutting the door to their den and assuming she’d just crawl into bed and go to sleep like a good little bitch. And he’d tried. Luckily for him, he didn’t argue when she grabbed a blanket and tugged Juan’s heavy body onto it.

She stared down at Juan’s swollen face, tears burning her eyes. Not many werewolves were as strong as Juan, able to take a punch and not fight back. And all in the name of tradition and values.

His legs almost dropped to the ground and she slowed, forcing all thoughts out of her mind and dwelling only on the blanket underneath him, keeping it straight, making sure it didn’t fall and moving it alongside her while she walked, letting it carry Juan back to his den.

Someone cried out and she froze, almost dropping Juan again as her concentration broke. She swallowed a lump in her throat and stared at Moira and Dante as they ran from their den toward her.

“He’s okay, I think.” She knew the moment they took over, using their own powers and ensuring Juan wouldn’t drop.

“We’ve got him.” Dante didn’t look at her but moved quickly, carrying Juan as she had but with more conviction, his gift so much stronger than hers.

“I want to stay with him,” she said, meeting Moira’s gaze.

The bitch unnerved her. Moira was incredibly beautiful, and the air around her just seemed to bend to her will. It didn’t just spark with electricity but altered altogether.

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The daughter of the werewolf who’d blessed Erin with the gift, Moira had more power and strength in one claw than half the pack put together.

“I know you do. Come in.” Moira pressed her lips together, extending her hand to Erin and welcoming her into their den.

Erin didn’t hesitate. She hurried past Moira into the den, barely taking time to look around at the orderly surroundings. Dante had taken Juan into one of the bedrooms.

The place had an almost identical floor plan to her own den. Warmth spread through her when she realized Juan’s bedroom was the door on the left. Her bedroom in her den was also the one on the left.

“He just needs to sleep it off.” Dante didn’t ask any questions.

“I can’t go back to my den. Not after this.” She looked past Dante at Moira, who stood in the doorway to Juan’s bedroom. “I want to stay with Juan.”

Dante looked at Moira. Once she believed it a myth that Malta werewolves could read minds. Now she knew why Juan had believed otherwise. There was no doubt in her mind that Dante and Moira spoke to each other without using words.

“You aren’t mated. It’s not proper for you to stay in here with him.” Moira smiled, understanding. “I’ll make a bed for you on the couch.”

There was no way she’d be able to sleep on Dante and Moira’s couch, especially knowing sneaking in with Juan during the night wasn’t an option. Erin wouldn’t try tempting the strength of the gift that was thicker than honey in the air. Going back to her den wasn’t an option, though. She’d just have to deal with lying on their couch and listening to Juan breathe all night long. Accepting the pillow and blanket, she curled onto the couch. The next thing she knew, morning sunshine blinded her and she blinked sleep out of her eyes, trying to register where she was.

“Want some coffee?” Moira leaned in the doorway, a vision of perfection with damp hair that smelled like strawberries.

“Sure.” Erin didn’t need a mirror to know she looked like shit. “I can’t believe I slept.”

“Dante and Juan didn’t wake up until an hour ago.”

“How is Juan?”

Moira padded barefoot into the kitchen. Erin followed, noting how the bitch had arranged the room. Everything was in meticulous order. The color coordination looked like it came off the cover of a magazine, and it was clean—so damned clean it amazed Erin that two werewolves lived here.

“He’s fine.” Moira waved her hand in the air. “You know how werewolves are.

Their pride takes longer to heal than their hide.”

The coffee was fresh-brewed and tickled Erin’s nose with its rich scent, already waking her up before she even sipped it. Usually she read bitches pretty well, but whatever feelings Moira had toward her were locked up pretty soundly. Just when she 64

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thought she’d picked up the other bitch’s scent, it trailed away before she could detect it well enough to understand it.

Erin took the hot cup, blowing on it and then glancing over her shoulder. They were definitely alone. She looked back at Moira. “Where is he?”

“They left.” Moira moved to a small kitchen table and slid into one of two chairs. “I think your being here bothered Juan.”

“It bothered him? Did he tell you that?”

“No. Not in so many words. Already our dens aren’t on good standing with each other. Now the situation is even trickier.”

“So you read his thoughts?” Her dander spiked up. The knowledge terrified and excited her all at once that this bitch could tell her all of Juan’s thoughts. At the same time, knowing Moira could be that intimate with him, could creep into his mind and know everything about him bothered Erin. “Are you in my mind?”

Moira placed her coffee cup on the table and stood slowly. This was her den. The bitch had acted as queen bitch since the moment Erin arrived here. Although they’d never run together, even as cubs Moira outranked Erin because of her den.

Remembering her place put a sour taste in her mouth. Erin looked away, sucking in a breath filled with her own frustration and Moira’s faint scent.

“I’m not in your mind,” Moira said quietly, almost too quiet, like a mother reprimanding a cub. “Juan has always been an open book around both of us. Lately though, with discussion in the pack of when and where the gift should be used, Juan has shared his thoughts with us. He doesn’t wish the gift used on him.”

“I know.” Erin didn’t want Moira thinking she didn’t know anything about Juan.

“Moving around in someone’s mind isn’t as obvious as moving a table. No werewolf wants to be sneaked up on or manipulated.”

“You’re right. But if I were to mingle with his thoughts after he asked me not to, that would make me a bad bitch. And I’m not.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” She lowered her head, forcing herself to respect this bitch when she wanted to grab the female by the neck and shake her until she told Erin everything she wanted to know about Juan.

Moira offered a small smile and waved dainty fingers in the air as if dismissing the apology as unnecessary.

“I overheard Dante and Juan talking before they left. I shouldn’t have listened, but I did. That isn’t using the gift. It’s just being curious.” Moira’s eyes glowed, her confession somehow bringing her down to Erin’s level. “He was caught and reprimanded for being alone with you in your den. Then you come here and stay.

Tradition could fall into play here. Your den could demand a mating, or worse yet, shun you for disgracing your den. Juan doesn’t want your reputation tarnished. And he isn’t a werewolf to be forced into anything.”