IceHuntersMate (7 page)

Eryn loved the feeling of Wachei sinking his shaft inside
her. He angled his hips in just the right way to rub her clit as he thrust in
and out. She moaned and clutched at his biceps, lifting her bottom off the bed
to match the pace he set.

All at once, her orgasm built and crashed through her. She
gasped Wachei’s name as her pussy rhythmically squeezed and released his
plunging cock. He growled low and followed her into release, filling her with
his cum.

He collapsed on top of her, but braced himself on his bent
arms so she didn’t have to take all his weight. Eryn put her arms around his
back and held him close as she fought to catch her breath. Sex with Wachei had
been as good as she’d thought it would be, if not better.

Even though he’d come twice, Wachei remained hard. But
instead of continuing to make her come for a third time in a row—which would
have been a record for her—he pulled out and rolled onto his back. He took her
into his arms so she lay against his side with her head pillowed on his chest.
Eryn was more than content to lie there and bask in the afterglow of the best
sex she’d ever had.

Chapter Seven

Wachei held on to Eryn as a mix of emotions swirled through
him. He’d made Eryn his mate. The mating bond had formed between them, he’d
felt it, and he was pretty sure she had as well. He was glad his mating urge no
longer rode him, but how he’d gone about ending it hadn’t gone exactly as
planned. His mate was still blissfully unaware of what he truly was, as well as
what he’d just done to her.

Now he wished he’d told Eryn everything about him when
they’d met. He should have told her the truth right then as Edensaw had with
Cassidy when she’d first found them. She’d known exactly what Edensaw wanted
from her before his alpha had touched her.

He was at a complete loss as to how he should tell Eryn.
He’d had a plan all set out while he’d waited for her to arrive. He had wanted
to take her up to his room, have things heat up between them, then before he
made love to her, tell her everything.

Well, that had fallen apart. Wachei hadn’t taken into
account that Eryn would want some control of the intimacies they would share
right from the start. Once she’d gone down onto her knees in front of him and
taken his cock into her mouth, his control had snapped. All his good intentions
had disappeared in a second as raging need had taken him over. And his mating
urge had made it that much worse.

Eryn reached up and ran the tips of her fingers along his
forehead. “You keep frowning like that and you’ll end up with wrinkles, or I’m
going to think our lovemaking wasn’t as good for you as it was for me.”

Wachei grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest over his
heart. “It was perfect, better than perfect. That’s not what I’m frowning
about.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t get to have that talk with you before
we took things this far.”

“Personally, I think that wasn’t a bad thing. I’d rather get
down and dirty with you first, then have a chat.” Eryn reached down and trailed
her fingers along his cock, which had yet to soften. “And from the feel of
this, you still would rather have the sex than the talk.”

He captured her hand before she did more than caress his
dick. “Maybe, but I’m not going to mess this up any more than I already have.”

That had Eryn pushing out of his embrace and sitting up next
to him. “You haven’t made a mess of anything. Now you have me thinking I’ve
missed something.”

Wachei sat up. “It’s not you. It’s something I haven’t
done.”

“I’m really not sure where you’re going with this. If you’re
referring to the sex, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was the best I’ve had.”

He lifted his hand, caressed Eryn’s cheek and gave her a
small smile. “I’m glad you think our lovemaking was that good. It has been a
while for me, but I guess one never forgets how.”

She chuckled. “Just like riding a bicycle.”

“I will have to take your word for it since I’ve never
ridden one.”

Eryn shook her head. “There you go again, saying something
that’s a little off. Almost everyone has ridden a bike during their childhood
at some point. But you say you never did.”

“There’s a reason for that. It’s part of what I wanted to
explain.” Wachei paused. “Before I claimed you as my mate.”

Eryn gave him a look that said she didn’t know whether he
was serious or not. “Mates? You’re joking, right? People don’t call their
lovers mates.”

“I told you, I’m not like everyone else. My wolf brothers
and I are the first of a new race of man.”

“Wolf brothers? Do you mean Edensaw, Capac, Durlach, Ketah
and Kajakti? I thought you were only roommates and not related. And I have to
say you claiming to be part of a new race is more than a little on the strange
side.” Eryn slid off the bed, gathered up her clothes and put each piece on.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“The way this conversation is going, I’m thinking it would
be better if I wasn’t naked.”

Wachei climbed off the bed to stand in front of Eryn. “Why?
You think I’m crazy and you might need to leave in a hurry?”

“I’m hoping not.”

“You can’t. Now that we’re mates, we won’t be able to stand
being apart.”

“Okaay, that is starting to make you sound like a psycho
stalker.”

“I’m not, whatever that means what you said.”

“There you go again, not understanding something the rest of
the population would.”

Wachei sighed in frustration. This was steadily going bad.
He was trying to ease into telling Eryn everything, but it was only making her
think he was crazy. Now that she was dressed, there was a good chance she’d try
to leave before he said all he needed to.

So instead of doing it slowly, he blurted it right out.
“When I said my wolf brothers and I are the first of a new race of man, I meant
we were the first werewolves, the sentinels. Our shaman turned us, Tlingit
hunters, ten thousand years ago to fight the evil that is to come. Once we each
sired a child, he put us to sleep in an ice cave on a glacier to awaken when we
were needed. There we stayed until Cassidy found us ten months ago.”

Eryn stared at him for a few seconds, showing nothing of how
she felt about what he’d revealed. She cleared her throat. “Did you just say
you were a ten-thousand-year-old werewolf?”

“Correct.”

“So that would mean you were from the ice age?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “I guess I really know how to pick them.
You’re nuts. You might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, but you’re
still crazy if you really think that bullshit you told me is true. This is
where I say goodbye and that I hope you have a great life, without me in it.”

Eryn went to turn away, but Wachei took her arm and stopped
her. “I’m not crazy. Every word I said was the truth.”

“Really now? How are you going to make me believe that? Are
you going to shift into a big, bloodthirsty half-man and half-wolf creature, or
do you need it to be a full moon to do that?”

This was going so much worse than Wachei had thought it
would, and he hadn’t even gotten her to believe him yet. Once she did, he had a
feeling she was going to go into freak-out mode, as Cassidy liked to call it
when someone reacted badly to something.

At a loss to make it better, Wachei gave Eryn the proof she
needed. He waited until she looked right at him, then reached for the spark of
magic inside him and shifted into his dire wolf form. His mate’s eyes grew
wider as she watched him go through the change. Her mouth opened but no sound
came out.

He looked up at her.
It’s still me, Eryn. I would never
hurt you. You are my mate, the one meant for me. I would give my immortal life
to protect you.

As he’d spoken telepathically to her, Eryn’s scent became laced
with her fear. Her face turned white. Her mouth opened and closed a few times.
Wachei had a feeling she worked herself up into a scream. Boy, he’d been wrong
about that.

Eryn lifted her foot and kicked him squarely in the chest,
which sent him flying so he ended up landing hard on his side. While he
scrambled to his paws, she managed to get to the bedroom door, open it, then
slam it shut again. He quickly shifted back to his human form to work the
doorknob.

Naked, Wachei ran after her and managed to catch up to her
before she could get through the front door. He put his hand on her shoulder to
turn Eryn around. She yelled, then slammed her knee into his privates. He
dropped like a stone, unable to stop her from running outside. He groaned in
pain, his hand cupping his abused balls. It felt as if she’d kicked them into
his throat, and he didn’t know if he was going to pass out from it. He was
immortal but that didn’t mean his manhood was able to withstand a woman’s knee
making contact with it.

Trying to breathe through the pain, Wachei heard the sound
of Eryn’s pickup speeding out of the driveway and onto the street. He was
helpless to go after her. It was more than a minute before the pain subsided
enough for him to stand. He didn’t look down at himself, afraid to see the
damage his mate had done. It was a good thing he healed faster than a mortal.

He awkwardly climbed the stairs to his bedroom, then slowly
dressed. He’d let Eryn go for now. As Brice had said, the separation anxiety
would soon have her coming back. It wasn’t going to be fun for either one of
them, but Wachei knew his mate needed to be away from him to come to terms with
what he’d told her. Having not had the chance to explain about him being able
to turn her into a werewolf like him with a single bite while he was in his
werewolf form, Eryn needed to accept what she now knew. For his ball’s sake, he
hoped she took the rest of it better.

* * * * *

Eryn sped all the way to her apartment as if Wachei was on
her tail, which was ridiculous since he didn’t own a car. And as an immortal
werewolf who had slept in an ice cave for ten thousand years until almost a
year ago, he probably didn’t even know how to drive.

She bit her bottom lip and barely managed to hold back a
small whimper at that last thought. Wachei was a fucking werewolf. The fear
that had taken hold of her when she’d seen him shift rose to the surface once
more, causing her hands to shake on the steering wheel.

Luckily, she’d finally made it to her building. Eryn parked
her truck, then almost ran inside to take the stairs two at a time to her
apartment. She unlocked the door before slamming it closed behind her. She
leaned back against it once she’d turned the deadbolt, feeling a little better
now that she was home.

But as her fear slowly left her, Eryn realized another
emotion was taking its place. One she could only describe as worry, for Wachei.
She pushed away from the door and walked into her living room before she threw
herself onto her couch. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and her
arms wrapped around her bent legs. What she felt now was contradictory to the
fear she’d had for him. It was like being on one end of the scale and suddenly
for no reason going to the opposite.

Eryn closed her eyes and tried to breathe through it as she
told herself to snap out of it. She didn’t give a crap if there was something
wrong with Wachei, which there wasn’t. Unless she counted her nailing him in
the balls. And she didn’t need to go see him to make sure, regardless how good
the idea seemed.

She was not going back to Wachei. He scared the shit out of
her.
You will not feel as if you’ve lost a piece of yourself if you never
see him again
, she told herself. Eryn did not need a werewolf claiming she
was his mate. He could keep his wolf paws to himself.

That last part forced a laugh out of her that bordered on
the hysterical side. Wachei had been an actual wolf with fur as black as his
hair, but he wasn’t exactly like the native timber wolves. The differences were
slight, though enough to be noticed. He actually looked like a dire wolf, an
animal that had become extinct during the ice age, a time when Wachei claimed
to have been from. And now that she thought about it, Dog had looked to be
exactly the same kind of wolf. There sure as hell was no dog in him.

Eryn lost track of how long she sat there as the need to be
with Wachei again slowly built. It was as if she fought a battle inside
herself, to stop from racing to him. And with that need came thoughts that
something bad had happened to him.

Having a strong personality, Eryn pushed back the anxiety
she suffered. She was not going to let it win. She didn’t like to be controlled
by anyone, and she sure as shit wasn’t going to let her emotions get the best
of her.

Even though she fought against her need to see Wachei, it
didn’t stop her from thinking about him. She relived the times he’d held her in
his arms and when they’d made love. She liked being with him. And her feelings
for him had become stronger after they’d had sex. Whatever had formed between
them, some kind of invisible bond, had her tumbling closer to love at lightning
speed.

Feeling as if she were slowly losing her mind, Eryn remained
on the couch until her empty belly drove her to the kitchen to look for
something to eat. She’d just finished eating a sandwich when her phone rang.
With the thought it could be Wachei, she ran back to the living room to answer
it.

She picked up the cordless phone, and asked, “Wachei?”

“No, it’s not,” said Carson on the other end.

“Oh, I thought…never mind. Look, I’m not in the mood to
talk.” Her voice was tight as she fought back a wave of tears that threatened
to rise to the surface.

“You sound funny. What’s wrong? Did you and Wachei have a
fight or something?”

“No. I don’t feel like myself right now, okay? I’ll talk to
you tomorrow.”

“Eryn, what the hell is wrong? You sound close to tears, and
you don’t cry. Ever.”

“Let it go, Carson. Please.”

Her brother sighed. “All right, but I’m going to call you in
the morning.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Eryn hung up before Carson could say anything more. She then
sat on the couch, longing for the arms of an ice age immortal werewolf, even
though the sane side of her told her to stay very, very far away.

* * * * *

Tanner sat on the floor not too far from where Andre worked.
They were in the abandoned cabin they’d found in a section of forested land.
The two new pack members, former lone wolves, lay in one corner finally
sleeping. The two of them had screamed through the pain that came with Andre
turning them. Once they awoke, they would be a new breed of werewolf just like
Tanner.

He turned his attention to his maker as Andre whispered some
words above the bowl he worked over. Tanner didn’t know everything the other
werewolf had put into it, but one ingredient had been human blood. Most of the
spells Andre used required it, and no small amount, either. Not that Tanner
cared. Mortals were the weaker race and deserved whatever they got.