Werewolf Me (2 page)

“This man—”

“Was a prick but I’m over it.” Truro stepped back slightly. His warm breath made her skin tingle.

“Maybe you are but he left a scar.” He stepped into the space she’d made.

Truro retreated back one more step, her legs hitting the edge of the bed. “Scars heal.”

“Or they just get deeper.” He moved forward once more.

Truro felt threatened but not in a fearful way. It was more a threat to the barriers she had so carefully erected to avoid situations like this. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“And you suck at trying to be hard and unemotional.”

Yeah I do.
“Let’s just consider this one of those moments that should never have—” And then his lips were on hers and whatever words she had been about to say were swallowed up under the gentle pressure of his mouth. Truro sighed as his hands moved down to the small of her back and held her close as the kiss between them deepened. She found herself clutching hold of his shoulders, shaken to the core and scared of falling. It was crazy but there was a solid protection in this man that made her want to hold on to him. And the kiss? It was the best kiss she’d ever had. Warm, soft, sexual and caring. There was no pretense, only need. It was the kiss futures were built on. That was if you were anyone but Truro Simpson.

She pulled her lips from his. The sudden loss of heat made her gasp for air. It was almost like she had lost connection with a vital life source she needed. “Don’t.” Pulling away proved useless. He held her close not allowing her the distance she needed to think, to rationalize and to run.

He tipped her chin up and looked at her. “Why? Because you feel something?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean, I’m not capable of feeling.” It was her mantra. Truro told herself often enough she felt nothing about anything and yet with this man it was different. All her nerve endings were suddenly alive and demanding more.

“Oh, petal, that is so wrong, and after tonight you’ll know that.”

After tonight?
Truro gulped. This was not going as she planned. It was supposed to be a moment to prove something to herself and then to move on, untouched yet in control. “But—”

“I will never hurt you.”

Oh God, I want to believe that.
“But I—” Once more he was kissing her and her thoughts were scattered as her hands moved down his back, caressing the strong muscles that flexed under her touch. It felt so good to touch a man without cringing at the possible pain he may bring to her
. Just one more moment then I’ll let go. I have to.
Truro knew she could not rely on this kind of warm and strength. It was nice but not possible in her life. Once more she pushed away from him. “I can’t think straight.”
I need to think straight.

“That’s the plan.” He placed a slow, lingering kiss on her mouth, smiling against her lips as she sighed.

The cock at her stomach made Truro realize what was at stake here. Sex.
And Lord knows I want him.
There was the added bonus that he was a nameless stranger. There was a certain safety in that. Some may not look at it that way but knowing she would never see him again made her feel like taking a risk. Before it was just about proving a point. Now she wanted that nice hard point inside her body, heating her up and making her feel, if only for a moment, alive once more.
I deserve that.

“Um, I’m not good at, er, well you know.” Truro had been told in no uncertain terms she was frigid by the last idiot she had allowed to touch her.
Yet how can that be when I’m so hot and wet right now?
Truro hadn’t felt like that in a long time. Stranger sex was looking all the more doable.

“Sex?” The man smiled down at her. He looked amused. “Says who? Some prick of a man who didn’t know his ass from his elbow?”

That, in turn, made Truro smile. “Well yeah.” That summed up her ex. Her hands ran up and down the back of the man before her. Who was this tawny-haired giant? And why out of all the possible women he could have would he want her? “Why?” It was her turn to ask.

“Why do I want to make love to you? Because, petal, you have completely blindsided me. And no, it was not your mouth on my cock that made feel that way.”

Oh God. That was right
. She had been sucking this stranger’s cock only moments earlier. Now he wanted to have sex with her. “Are you feeling sorry for me?” That would be truly pathetic. Pity fucks were too horrible to contemplate.

“I don’t want to take your hand and help you cross a busy road. I want to slide into your body and make you understand how beautiful you are and how being with you, inside you, makes me feel special.”

That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to Truro. She started to cry. His mouth and tongue lapped up the tears as he cradled her in his arms.

“Give in to need, petal. You will never feel stupid or ugly again.”

Truro stiffened at his words. “How do you know that?” She desperately wanted to believe him but how could a stranger really understand her when there were times she no longer believed in herself?

“I just do.” He picked her up in his arms.

Whoa. This was different
. Truro grabbed his shoulders as she was hoisted into the air. “Um…that bed’s no more than a step or two away.”

He smiled. “I know but I like holding you.”

This man must be immediately cloned and given to every woman
. “I’m heavy. I don’t want you breaking anything useful.” The most useful aspect of him was rigid and pressing into her side.
What will that feel like inside?

“You’re a featherweight.”

Truro looked at him in cynical disbelief. “Were you drinking at the diner?” He dropped her down on the bed making her bounce twice. “That’s not very romantic.”
It was fun though.
Truro leaned back on her elbows and looked at him. The only thing she wore was her slip that covered her to mid-thigh. She rarely if ever wore knickers. That was just a quirk of hers. She opened her legs, knowing he could see all.

“Remove your slip.” His voice was low and husky and indicated a man trying to keep control. He had her pinned to the bed, his legs apart straddling her hips.

“Take it from me.” The minute she said it Truro did a double-take.
Good grief did I say that?
Truro was never one to ask for sexual favors. But right at that moment she felt more daring and free than she ever had. “Rip it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her lover’s hands made short work of the delicate lace. His eyes went to her breasts.

This was the moment that always made Truro nervous. She was naked. On display. Every flaw could be seen and like all real women she had a few. “I know they’re not exactly perky and—”

“Shut up,” he said as he leaned down and his mouth covered one of her nipples.

Truro closed her eyes and moaned. The tug of his lips and the swirl of his tongue on her breast were the most fantastic feelings. “Oh boy, don’t do that.” Anything so good had to have a price.
Fuck it, I’ll pay it.

“Why not?” he lifted his mouth momentarily to ask the question. He licked his lips as he ran the pad of his thumb across her wet, pink nipple.

“Because I’ll scream.”
Probably beg. Possibly cry
. She was so wet with need she could do almost anything at that moment.

“You’ll be screaming a lot by the time I’m finished with loving your body.” His mouth was once more at her breast sucking one then the other nipple as his hands held Truro close.

I could love this man.
Head slap
. Where did that come from?
“Um…”
Was there a politically correct way to ask him to place all that lovely, length of cock inside her?

“Yes?” His tongue moved from her breasts to her stomach.

“I really need—”

“What?” His hands caressed her hips as his mouth moved across her skin. skin.

“I’m empty.”

“As am I.”

Truro rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean it in the transcendental, emotional sense of the word.” She wanted cock. She wanted it now. “Besides you look pretty full to me, wolf man.”

He lifted his head and smiled at her words. “Wolf man?”

I want him. I want him
. Any thoughts she had of this being just one-sided sex were gone. “Well, you have that hot tatt and all.”

“You think it’s sexy?”

“You are—er, I mean it is.” Truro ran her hands down the inked image to emphasize her words. She could feel his heart beating madly. That he wanted her made Truro totally lose all control. “Please fuck me.” Her eyes locked on his letting him know whatever he wanted she was ready to permit. The hard cock resting against her inner thigh needed a home.
Come home to me.

“Soon.”

Soon? What sort of a response was that from a man with an erection that would probably kill her? Damn it would be worth dying for though.
“How soon is soon? I ask because I really need you inside me now.” Truro had never liked the whole needy side of life. Needs made her weak and whiny.
Please don’t let me whine.

“I need other things,” he murmured against her skin.

Truro squirmed under the reverberation. It tickled. “This is not about you.”

“No, it’s about us.” His mouth moved down her lower abdomen to the curls of her pussy.

Oh good Lord. No man had ever put his mouth there
. “Don’t.” Truro pushed at his shoulders. While she wanted sex, what he wanted to do was a level of intimacy she had never wanted to venture into. In the past, sex was a function, a need, not something that crossed any forbidden barriers.

He stopped and looked up at her. “You say that a lot. Besides, you had your mouth on my cock.”

It was weird having a conversation with a man whose head was in line with her vagina. “Yeah but I had no idea what I was doing.”

“Really?” He smiled as if pleased. “You’ve done that with no other man?”

Truro knew she was turning twelve shades of red but it was hard to look sophisticated when you were naked and trembling with need. “Yeah, well, it’s embarrassing but—”

He caught one of his hands in hers. “No, I think you’re beautiful and funny and sweet.” He kissed her hand and then pushed Truro back on the bed. “Now lie back and don’t think.” He moved his hands under her ass and lifted her pussy toward his mouth.

Thinking would have been impossible for Truro as her brain went all fuzzy when his tongue touched her clit. His hot breath on her skin and his questing lips on the pink inner folds between her legs made her tremble with need. Never had she felt so alive under another’s touch. Truro clutched at his shoulders trying to pull him closer. His mouth was insatiable in its quest to make her come. “Bloody hell,” she moaned through clenched teeth as she tried to keep her body still but it shook so much under his ardent attentions.

Her lover looked up from what he was doing. “You like?”

“This is better than chocolate.” Truro held him tight to keep control. “I love chocolate.”

He smiled. “I’m humbled by the comparison.”

Truro blushed.
Who knew I could still do that?
She was sure her amateur attempts to suck and give him such pleasure did not even come close to what she was feeling now. “If I had time with you I could have been better. Not, that I’m asking for more…or your cock—oh crap that sounded weird…what I mean is—”

He moved up her body, smiling at the way her legs wrapped around his waist. He caressed her thighs in light, sensual strokes. “Petal, I’ll teach you anything you need to learn about sex.” He leaned in and kissed her slowly and deeply.

The taste of her own body on his lips was frightening yet strangely exciting to share with him. His voice sounded so sure and possessive. Truro wanted to believe in him and her and the whole thing. If only for the moment. And as moments went this was pretty damn perfect. ”Wolf man?” Truro’s lips left his. She was on fire with need for the stranger.

“Yes, petal?”

“Please.” No other words were necessary. Truro could see in his eyes he understood.

“I thank you and I am honored.”

His words were so sweet and old fashioned that Truro blinked in wonder. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Crazy future visions of her and him together played in her mind. It was all madness.
But I like it
. “What now?” Sure, she was the woman who had taken a strange man’s cock in her mouth. That had been an unusual move for her to make. It had taken courage. Now Truro needed him to lead the way.
I do not want to mess this up.
While it was only one night in her life, Truro knew in her heart it was special.
And I may never do special again.

“This.” In one move he flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her to her knees. “Now you become mine as I am yours.”

It was then the wolves howled loudly in unison at his words.
Spooky
. “This is not forever.” Truro’s body jumped as she felt his cock prodding in between the cleft of her ass. “And you sure as hell need a condom with me, wolf man.” While Truro may have had her mouth on his cock, she was never going to let him freely come inside her body without protection.

He leaned in and ran soft, wet kisses down her spine. “You are adorable and you have a great ass.”

Truro felt him move from behind her. “I have a fat ass but it’s comfortable to sit on.”

“And be cushioned against,” he added as he retrieved his discarded trousers and found a condom. “I can hardly wait.”

Truro had to love a man who made a woman feel good about her cellulite. She turned her head and watched. It always fascinated her how so little rubber could cover an expansive cock. She licked her lips in thought.
All that just for me
. It had been so long since she had felt this excited.
Have I ever felt this way before?

He winked and moved back behind Truro. “Better?” He nudged her legs apart with his knee.

“Perfect. Fill me.” That’s all Truro wanted. Hot, hard possessive heat filling her and making her feel something once more.

“Forever.”

The wolves howled once more. “It’s like they do that on cue.” Truro felt the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina. “As for forever? For now is just as good too.”