Waking Up Were (7 page)

Instead, he was pummeled and he battered his opponent in return. Teeth clashed, quickly joined by claws, and blood flowed freely from various wounds.

An echoing howl paused the fight and had both males freezing in place. The sound continued, slicing and shattering the air with its length until stilled, cut off in an instant.

Then she was there. In all of her blond glory, a wolf that scented of his mate stood in the hallway, hackles raised and teeth bared. Feral eyes met his for a moment before she leapt.

She barreled into Ballard, untutored teeth and claws attacking, but never relenting in her assault. She did not pause, he didn’t think she even breathed as she went after the male. Pure, unadulterated, savage power.

And his. All his.

As soon as he kept her from decapitating his kill. He’d weakened the male, the least she could do was let him end the fight.

In seconds, her inexperienced movements took Ballard to the ground like a true Alpha Bitch. Pups were taught how to fight from a young age, but Brenna wasn’t hindered with how things were “supposed” to be done. The beast wanted him dead and it seemed she was going for just that.

She had Ballard’s neck between her jaws, squeezing and shaking as the male whimpered. Damn it. She really was going to take the joy out of killing him.

Declan strode forward, pushing aside any lingering pain and throwing forward every inch of dominance he still held. Ballard had weakened him, but he was not
weak
.

He moved until he was within striking distance and curled his lips away from his fangs, exposing his deadly teeth. With the move, he snarled and growled, allowing saliva to drip from his mouth. It was his kill and the wolf was finally onboard with pushing Brenna aside so he could finish off his prey.

She rumbled in return, going motionless but not releasing Ballard.

He repeated the sound, stepping forward and glaring at her as he did.

She didn’t back down and he was torn between pride and anger.

Pride inched forward a little, but he still wasn’t going to let her take Ballard’s life.

He jerked forward, barking as he did in an effort to scare her into dropping him.

She didn’t. Stubborn bitch.

Next he nipped at her shoulder, fangs catching her flesh without piercing her skin. He wanted her gone, not injured. It appeared she had enough blood on her as it was.
That
thought had the wolf tearing away his control. The aroma of blood permeated the air, hanging above them like a heavy cloud, and he couldn’t detect if any of Brenna’s joined the mix. He needed to know. Now.

This time around, he did cause her a hint of pain, her high-pitched yelp proving he’d hurt her at least a little. The moment she jumped back, a glare living in her eyes, he leapt forward and ended Ballard’s life with a quick and fierce shake.

He hated killing one of his pack members, hated the necessity, but the laws were very clear when it came to rogues. Whether by his fangs or another’s, a death sentence was a certainty.

Declan dropped the dead wolf, its head colliding with the blood-soaked carpet with a heavy thump. The weight of Brenna’s stare sat on his shoulders and he knew her anger would blister him the moment she figured out how to shift back to human.

Since he didn’t imagine the wolf would be ready to give up her claim any time soon, he figured he had at least an hour, maybe two, of blessed quiet. If there was anything he’d learned about the woman over the years, it was that she always had something to say.
Especially
when she was angry.

Staring at her now, her blond fur covered in blood and gore while she tried to kill him with her eyes, he discovered something else.

She was sexy as hell when she was pissed.

And as soon as she got back to two legs, he’d tell her.

Then, with luck, he’d show her.

Four hours and three showers later, Brenna was sure she still smelled like wolf’s blood and wet dog. Gross.

Even worse, Ballard’s taste remained on her tongue.

And the wolf part of her liked it. Like,
really
liked it and wondered when it’d have another chance to come out and play.

Brenna’s answer? No. Not ever. Fuck it all. Maybe in heaven because it sure as hell ain’t on Earth.

The wolf was not pleased.

Well, she wasn’t
pleased
with waking up covered in Ballard, fuck you very much.

The wolf part of her sensed Declan’s approach before her human half. Her skin bulged and stretched in her arms, the same happening to her legs, and her animal whined to be set free.

Fuck. That.

Declan’s scent surrounded her, teasing her with his flavors, and she fought against the urge to rub against him like a cat. She was a wolf for God’s sake!

Instead, she remained frozen in place, hands clutching the counter in an effort to remain upright. She distracted herself by tracing the variations in the granite with her gaze. He’d dragged her to his home the moment a clean-up crew arrived and now she was enveloped by his things, his house, his very being. She gripped the edge tighter. She was weak when it came to him and she knew it. The moment she showed any hint of relenting to his sensual assault, he’d pounce.

She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. She was still coming to terms with being a wolf and nearly killing someone and
liking
it.

But then he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck, more of his aromas sinking into her pores. Her beast whined, begging to let him take her, mate her.

The urge had grown since her shift, the desires that’d heated after the werewolf bite now overwhelming in their intensity. Her entire body vibrated with the need for him.

“Declan,” she whined, not caring that she sounded like a little kid.

“Hmm?” He licked her neck and then retraced his path with his teeth. He paused to scrape his fangs over her shoulder and her inner-animal begged her to ask for his bite.

“We should…” Another nibble. “Oh, God. We should…”

They should find a bed.

“Do you know nothing turns on a wolf more than seeing their mate battle for them? I wanted to take you the moment he breathed his last. I wanted to mount you amidst his blood and show his soul that nothing he did could ever tear me from you. That you were strong enough to take him down.”

Those words seemed to stroke her clit and pinch the little nub before they thrust deep into her core. “You shouldn’t do… that…”

She couldn’t even get out a full sentence. She wanted to deny his words. She hadn’t been turned on by blood and death and yet… she had. When the adrenaline waned, her beast was proud they’d fought for their mate. They were even more pleased when he’d killed for them.

“I should. We’re alive. We’re safe. We’re mates.” He captured her flesh between his teeth, biting until a pleasure-tinged bit of pain snaked through her. When he released her, he laved the spot with his tongue. “Show me you’re alive, Brenna. Show me you’re mine.”

Brenna whimpered, his words dragging the sound from her soul, and she knew, without a doubt, she knew she’d give him anything he desired. Mainly because she craved it as well.

Shoving aside any doubts, she listened to her wolf, followed its lead. The animal existed by instincts, survived by following its heart and nose. She would let it take control. The moment she made the decision, the two parts of her worked as one.

Suh-weet.

She spun in his arms, twirling until her front pressed against his while she remained captured by his embrace. Her eyes stung and she knew that meant the wolf was pushing forward. It’d hurt each time the beast asserted itself while she remained on two legs but eventually she’d grow used to the sensations. At least, that’s what Declan assured her.

He had better be right if he ever expected to get laid again. Not that he’d been laid yet. That was what this whole thing was about.

“This whole ‘mine’ thing is getting outta hand.” She’d give in, but on her terms. Although, he didn’t seem to like her terms because he bit her, hard enough for her to feel it, but not breaking skin. The pain shot through her, adding to the pleasure of his presence. “Oh, God.” She arched and tilted her head farther to the side. “Oh, shit.”

Declan hummed, slowly releasing her and sucking on the delicate flesh. “No, you like it, your wolf likes it.”

“I don’t really—” He placed a hand on her lower back, the other between her shoulders, and pulled her tighter to him. “Ohh… No, you see…”

He bit again and she groaned and any thought of telling him to fuck off kinda flew out the window. She wanted only one kind of fucking and it involved him inside her and…

“I hate you a little bit,” she gasped as Declan moved his hands and cupped her ass.

“A little bit?” He lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She clutched his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall away from the pleasure he gave her.

“A lot of a bit. Especially if you stop.” He squeezed her butt, pushing her cheeks together, and the sensations went straight to her pussy. “Don’t stop.”

He rumbled, the sound sliding over her nerves and tearing a gasp from her throat.

“Never.”

Brenna recognized they were moving, passing through his home in a blur of motion, but she didn’t give a damn. Not when his mouth and tongue teased her neck and captured her lips. Especially not when he managed to do magic and rock his hips, thrust against her, as they traveled.

Every handful of steps she found herself slammed against a wall, his cock rubbing against her pussy, cloth keeping them from ravishing each other fully. Damn it, she needed to get rid of her clothes, his clothes, all of the goddamned clothes in the universe.

Instead, she rode him as best as she could, taking and giving pleasure. Tongues twined, teeth nipped, and they shared their breath. They were slowly becoming one… without that last step that would make them both scream.

They needed to get on that.

Then their surroundings changed, the aromas of the house replaced by the overwhelming scent of Declan. It enveloped her, hung heavy in the air and attacked her with its strength.

She yanked her mouth away long enough to glance at the room, to see the massive bed and large furniture scattered throughout.

She only cared about the bed.

“Declan…” she moaned. “Please.”

Please, please, please… Now and thank you, sir.

Another few steps and then she was released, pushed away and tossed onto the bed. She bounced and settled on the soft mattress. With space between them, she could see her mate, her wolf, and his lack of control. Declan’s cheeks were covered in a light sheen of gray fur, his arms and hands coated as well. Those wicked eyes were now yellowed and she realized his wolf had obviously come out to play.

They both wanted her.

Brenna’s eyes still burned with her animal’s presence but now her pores ached as well. She let her gaze quickly flick to her arms and noted the golden fur that slid free.

Apparently her wolf had come out as well.

“Brenna… Need. Mate.”

Her beast responded, bypassing her human brain. “Mate.”

God, they sounded like Neanderthals. Seriously?

Brenna’s fingers throbbed, nails burning, and she realized her nails were lengthening and thickening as well. Okay then.

“Strip,” Declan snarled.

She grinned, exposing her wolf’s sharpened fangs. “You first.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Fabric shredded beneath his claws and she couldn’t help but to follow his lead. It didn’t take long for her to destroy everything she wore and even less time for him to pounce.

The first rough connection of skin on skin nearly sent her flying over the edge of release. She was so close to coming, the little bit of petting they’d exchanged already having her ready to tip.

But not yet. She wanted him inside her, filling her, before she came.

“Declan… Mate…”

A rumbling growl escaped him, vibrating the air she breathed. “Mine.”

Then she was. Well, was-ish. First he shoved her legs apart and crawled between her thighs. His long, thick cock rose from the trimmed thatch of hair at his groin, seeming to beg to be inside her.

Yes, she wanted that too.

One claw-tipped hand gripped her hip while the other toyed with her soaked pussy, a finger sliding along her slit. “So wet.” Brenna spread her thighs wider, hoping for more of his touch. “Wet for me.”

“No shit. Any other wolf fucking with my clit right now?” Seriously? That actually needed to be said?

He growled and bared his teeth, more of his fangs coming out to play.

Okay, obviously it
did
need to be said.

“Just for you, Declan. My mate.” He flicked said clit, nail gently rubbing over the bundle of nerves. She shouted with the hint of pain that joined the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck! Need you now.”

The hand tormenting her pussy left and she raised her head, watching him grip the base of his cock. He positioned the tip at her moist opening and then stared at her, his eyes—his wolf’s eyes—asking for permission.

“Yes.”

He let his lids drift down and then lifted them once again to reveal the chocolate irises she was familiar with. “I’ll claim you as mine. I won’t be able to stop.”

Brenna’s wolf didn’t give a flying fuck and she decided to let the animal have her way. At worst, she’d gnaw him to death. She took down one guy already, how hard could another be.

She refused to acknowledge that “taking down” really meant “biting after Declan did most of the work.”

“Do it. Make me yours.” They could worry about dating and whatnot later. Fucking now.

All hesitation left Declan. He kept his wolven gaze on her as he pushed his cock into her heat, penetrating her with his thick shaft. Each millimeter forward stroked more and more of her nerves, ones that hadn’t been properly petted in years now awoke. Each one sent spears of pleasure dancing through her limbs. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart while the bliss enveloped her from head to toe.

And yet, he wasn’t finished. Nope, it was like the never-ending dick.