Werewolf Me (7 page)

Murphy chuckled. “Someone told me.”

Truro rolled her eyes in cynical amusement. “Not psychic then? Bummer—I was going to ask you to read my palm and get me the winning lotto numbers.”

“I know your future.”

Again, the shiver ran down her spine. “Crap pick-up line,” Truro murmured, unable to avoid the knowing look Murphy gave her which indicated the pick up had already occurred quite nicely. “Right well, you want a van. Let’s see what we have.”

“Something simple will be fine.”

Which probably meant he was broke. “So does nature turn a profit?” Would he pay the bill? Would she have to go all premenstrual on him to get payment? She had done it before. She scanned the register. Most vans were occupied. They only a couple left including the one closest to hers.
Hmmm…should I do that? It’s not like I’m going to let him touch me again is it? It was a one-off—er two-offs. Three-offs never worked.

“I get by.”

“I see.” It was none of her business what he did and getting by meant different things to different people. Truro herself had made an art form of getting by. She had vague plans of what she should do. Mostly they centered on leaving Ludlum and travelling the world in search of something. What exactly she wasn’t sure. Problem was there was something about Ludlum that kept her there. “Well, I don’t get the whole nature thing. I’m city girl.”

“Yet you’re in Ludlum,” Murphy pointed out the obvious and Truro was anything but. He could see she was on edge and trying to control it. Murphy wondered what effort that took. He himself believed in just going with his emotions and right now he wanted to take the trembling woman in his arms and let her know everything would be all right. But he knew she would fight that. There was a wary look in her eyes. This was a different woman from the one who he had made love to in the last couple of days. That Truro had no defenses. She just gave. This version was cornered and trying to decide how to act and what to do. Murphy smiled softly at her. Truro blinked rapidly as if trying to control herself from whatever wild thought she was thinking.

“Yeah well, I took a wrong turn.”

“Maybe it was one you were meant to take.” Murphy wondered what Truro would say if he told her straight out that he had been searching all his life for her and that he would protect and love her forever. That he was led to Ludlum by the call of his wolf clan.
She would probably beat me over the head with the guest register.
Although beautifully curvaceous, Murphy had a feeling Truro was quite scrappy when it came to a fight. But he had a goal. He had come to meet up with his clan and for Truro. She could fight against him as much as she liked but she would not win.

“Um, van six is available. It’s quiet and it has its own facilities.”

“I’ll take it.”
Anything to be near you
.

Truro peered over the counter and looked down on the swag at his feet. “That all you got, wolf man?”

“That’s all I need.” The sudden sound of multiple wolf cries broke through the air. Murphy smiled. It was not yet dark and yet they urged him to come and be with them. Some wolves never changed shape or form. Others, like Murphy, were werewolves and nature dictated they live as both man and animal.

“Oh right, you probably like wolves what with the whole nature thing going on.”

“Yes, it’s a comforting sound.” Murphy hoped one day it would comfort Truro as well.

“It freaks the hell out of me. Especially the other night when we—”

“Yes? Made love?”

“Anyway it’s just an unnerving sound.”

His hand moved to rest on hers. “How so?”

Truro pulled away before he took full possession. “It’s such a lonely sound of longing. It scares me.” She looked surprised at her own words.

Murphy wasn’t. Truro was beginning to recognize something he had always known. Every being recognized their soul mate the minute they met. Some instantly accepted it like Murphy. Others, like Truro, knew it subconsciously but fought against it.

“There is nothing to be scared of.”
And I have found you.
“The wolves are looking for their mates.”

“Isn’t everyone,” Truro murmured as she started writing in the register.

“Are you?” Murphy held his breath in anticipation of her answer.

“I have no feelings.” The words came out bland and disinterested.

Murphy knew, as he had the other night, he would do whatever he had to in order to make this woman feel loved and wanted. “The other night—the other day—what did you feel?”

Truro pushed the hair back from her face. “Look, wolf man, I was just lonely and angry.”

“And?” Murphy knew there was more to it than just that.

“And nothing.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him in defiance.

Murphy grinned. Truro was adorable and complicated and his heart beat a little faster knowing she was his
. I just have to convince her
. That she had felt something, he didn’t doubt. Murphy suspected she was burying it deep inside her so as not to acknowledge it. That was okay. He was a patient man. He took the keys she handed him, his hands enclosing hers in a firm, get gentle hold. “I think you felt what I did.”

“Um—”

Murphy pulled her from the office. “Come show me the van.”

Truro waved her hand in the direction of the accommodation. “It’s over there.” She tried to dig her heels in to stay her progress.

“Show me.” It took no effort to move her. If they were not in such a public place, Murphy would have lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed, for that’s where he was headed. To bed his woman once more.

“I—er, have work to do.”

“Come on, petal. Let’s not deny ourselves any longer.”

“Denial works for me.” Truro swung all her weight backward to avoid any forward motion. The problem was Murphy was a lot stronger than she was. Truro looked around for help from the van park residents. They just waved and continued on with their newspapers and general doings. The barbeque boys did snicker some before they focused their attention back on the charcoal sausages on the grill before them.
Great help this lot is.
“I don’t want to have sex.” There. She said it. The declaration was out there.

Murphy reached the door of the van. “Liar.”

Okay, I am
. The thing was just touching Murphy made her want to rip open his shirt and lick his tattooed chest. That was not rational. Truro was not looking for a relationship. Murphy’s interest in her appeared to be heading that way. “I need to freshen up.”
And maybe run the two miles into town before I do something dumb—again
.

“What are you scared of, petal?” He thrust the key into the lock and opened up the caravan.

“You.” There was no point denying it. Murphy was everything she craved in a man. Problem was she didn’t want to put effort into something that would not work out. Truro was too battle weary from life to put herself through any more angst.

“Why?” Murphy’s hand reached out to encircle her waist.

Truro shivered under his touch.
Will it always feel like this for us? Oh—
Forehead slap!
Get a grip woman. One minute you want to run a mile and the next you were wondering if you can have sex at seventy
. “Because you know too much about me.”

Murphy lifted her effortlessly up into the van. “And that’s bad?”

Truro was up in the air and back down on her feet before she realized what had happened. “Well, yes.”
And that whole move was awfully hot and sexy
.

“How?”

Why all the questions?
No other man she knew wanted to know that much about her. “Because I—”

“What? Have no defenses against me? Do you need them?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You’re very…” Truro hesitated as she watched Murphy remove his shirt.
Oh boy
. “Hot as hell.”

Murphy smiled at her words. “I am?”

“Oh crap, I said that out loud.” This man was bad for her. Truro had trouble thinking straight when Murphy was clothed. Half naked was as hard as hell.

“Yeah you did but I liked it.” His hands settled on the buttons of her shirt, making short work of them. “What else am I?” Murphy peeled back the edges of the fabric that covered her breasts.

“Sexy and pushy and…er…” His gentle fingers on her skin set her whole body alight.

“You smell great.” Murphy leaned in and placed soft kisses just below her ear.

“Really?” Truro gasped out in a breathy voice.

“Oh yeah. Remember what I said about licking you from your toes up?”

Truro jumped at the thought, her pussy wet and ready. “Um, I have work to do.”
Be sensible. Be rational. Licking might be fun though.

“As do I.” Murphy crowded Truro giving her no other option but to move backward. The back of her legs hit the double bed in the small van. He pushed her onto the mattress. Murphy held onto her legs, his hands removing her shoes one by one.

When Truro felt his hands move to the snap of her jeans she tried to fight them off. “I can’t.”
Well, I can but—but what? Why am I fighting this again?

“Why not?” The snap came undone and the zipper slid down.

“Well, I just can’t.” Truro’s jeans were around her ankles before she could blink.

Murphy pulled her legs free of the denim. “Hmm, white functional knickers.”

“I wasn’t expecting you.”
Or maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to test fate with white granny knickers that no man would find attractive
.

“And a white bra too.” His finger strayed into the deep cleavage on display.

Truro tried to get up. ”I’m sorry I’m not a lingerie model.”

“I’m not.” Murphy moved down to her feet. “I want a real woman not a prefabricated one.” He lifted one of her ankles toward his mouth. “Stay still, petal.”

“Wolf man, I—oh boy…” Truro moaned as his tongue started licking her foot. She had never understood why some people found feet sexy. But now, with his mouth on her instep, Truro could. It was all that hot, ticklish heat that sent a spiral of pleasure up her spine.

“Stop squirming,” he murmured between kisses.

That was impossible. She wanted to grind her body against his to relieve the ache that was building up inside her. “How would you like me to lick you?”
Dumb question
. Truro really wanted to do that.

Murphy’s eyes locked on hers. “I would love it and in fact I will insist upon it.”

This made Truro giggle as he tickled her foot. “You’re very silly.”

“You’re delicious.” Murphy’s tongue lapped at her ankle before starting a slow, seductive slide up her calf.

It was hard to concentrate on pushing him away when she wanted to pull him so close he was inside her. “Murphy, we have to talk.”

He appeared unfazed by her words as he nibbled on her knee. “About what?”

There was only one way she could handle this and that was the truth. “I’m scared.”

Murphy parted her legs and moved in so the length of his body touched hers. “You never have to be with me.”

The tender hands stroking her face and the rough denim on her bare limbs made it hard to concentrate on what she wanted to say. “This is too fast.”

“It’s meant to be. I want you to be so aware of me that you can think of nothing or nobody else. I want you to be so full of me that you don’t know where I stop and you start. I want you to come looking at me and know that I’m the only man for you.”

“Oh—” His words were so hot and possessive that Truro felt she could have had an orgasm then and there. While she wasn’t into dominance, a strong, confident man was as sexy as hell in Truro’s eyes.

Murphy smiled as he removed her bra. “Yes, ‘oh’.” He leaned down and kissed her in a soft, thorough manner that declared ownership and devotion. “What do you need, petal?”

That he cared enough to ask made her love him a little more.
Uh-oh. Love him? A little more? What the—?
“Um,” Truro murmured as she tried to process the wild thought that had just shot into her head.
How can I love him when I have no idea what love is? This has to be just sex. Yes, think sex and don’t complicate this with dumb feelings.

“Petal? What’s wrong?” His hands had moved down to the white cotton of her knickers. They were off within seconds.

Take them off and fuck me. Can I say that
? Truro licked her lips. “I want you—naked—now—inside me.” His words reverberated in her head. ‘
I want you to be so aware of me that you can think of nothing or nobody else.’ I am already there
. Truro pushed against his tattooed chest. “Strip.”

“For you—anything.” Murphy moved from her body and stood up. He made short work of kicking off his shoes and shucking his jeans.

Truro ran her gaze along his muscled flesh.
He is mine
. If anyone had told her a week ago she would be thinking like that she would have called them crazy. The last thing she wanted in her life was a man. “I want to—” She hesitated. Truro had never been one to initiate sex.
How do I ask for what I want?
The object of her desire was hard, ready and in her line of sight.

“Just say it.” Murphy sat back on the bed.

“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

“Because we are soul mates.”

A chill ran up Truro’s spine.
Soul mates
. First Gil, then Bess and now Murphy. Was there something in the water in Ludlum that was making people all soppy? “I want to taste you.”

“I would love that.” Murphy moved to lie beside her on the mattress.

While he had certainly seen her naked, Truro felt a moment of hesitation before climbing on top of the hunk of male body that was hers to play with.

“Don’t think, just feel and do what you want.” Murphy held a hand out to her.

Truro took it, grateful that he was someone she did not have to explain her fears and thoughts to. She climbed on top of him until her pussy was rubbing against his cock. Truro wiggled her ass back slightly down his thighs. His growl of approval at her actions made her smile. “You like?” She rubbed her wet pussy against his skin.

“Anything you do to me I love.”

Love. This is not love. This is wild glorious sex. Believe that and enjoy what you have
. Truro reached down and wrapped her hands around the base of Murphy’s cock. The pulsing throb of power within her hands made her feel an answering strength that had never occurred to her before. Truro ran her hand up and down the length of his cock. That one person could make another bold and strong was sexually exciting. She dropped her head down and licked the tip of his cock. It was spongy and soft but firm. When she first tasted him at the motel, she had been surprised at her own reaction. Cock sucking was not something ladies did. It was supposed to be vulgar.
But I like it
. Truro sucked the tip of his cock inside her mouth and began leisurely stroking her hand up and down his shaft.