Chapter 6
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Erik released me in the hall, but didn’t stop. I walked by his side and looked between his strained face and the shut doors behind us. “So I’m guessing you and your dad don’t see eye-to-eye on more than just tradition?” I guessed.
“No,” was the curt response.
“You think he really trusts Gethin?”
“I believe he blinds himself to interior problems.”
“There’s a lot of diplomatic bullshit in that sentence.”
Erik jerked to a stop and swung his head so he faced me. “Whatever difficulties I have with my father can be of no concern of yours. When we have finished this earthquake business and found a way to release the bond, you and I will part ways.”
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “Fine with me, but until then I want to know what’s going on. It’s not much fun being dragged from one end of his place to the other without knowing why. You should know what that feels like, being left out of something you think is important.”
Erik sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. He looked away from me and pursed his lips. “Yes, I can relate. I suppose I owe you as much to tell you our world while you’re forced to live in it.”
“Good, now the first thing I-I want t-to know is-is-achoo!” I cracked my neck in that sneeze and a little bit of snot ran down my nose. “The first thing I want to know is if we have to go back out in that rainstorm.”
Erik chuckled. I whipped my head up and my mouth fell agape. “You. . .you laughed!”
His humor slipped from his face. “Is that so unbelievable?”
“Well, yeah. You haven’t done it since I’ve met you,” I pointed out.
“I am capable, and we don’t need to return to the path,” he told me.
I perked up. “So no getting ourselves killed in the underground?”
A mischievous smile slipped onto his lips. “I didn’t say that, but we’ll first change from these wet clothes before you catch your death of cold.” He walked on and I followed.
I rubbed my nose. “Yeah, that would be pretty pathetic. Find my chosen mate only to kick the bucket by a cold,” I quipped.
“What did you wish to know about this world?” he reminded me.
“For one, why was there a shipment of dynamite, anyway? Were the Council guys trying to make an explosive point with the voters?” I asked him.
“Some of the islands are inhospitable to foundations unless their rocks are blasted,” he explained.
I furrowed my brow as I recalled parts of the first conversation with the Council. “How many islands are on this lake?”
He pursed his lips. “Not enough.”
“Not enough for what?”
“For our increasing population.”
I looked around at the empty halls. “There’s that many of you?”
“Yes, on the other islands. My family holds ownership of Wolf Island and tradition dictates that only the Council, ruling family and servants reside on the island,” he told me.
“Your traditions suck.”
“A great many of the others think so, as well.”
“You mean those land complaints?” I guessed.
He gave a nod. “Yes. They want land, and my father refuses to budge on parceling our ancestral shares.”
“So why don’t they just move? There’s a ton of land around the lake,” I pointed out.
“That isn’t possible.”
By that time we’d reached the room and entered. All thoughts of questions fled when I saw a warm, tall fire crackling in the wide hearth. On the floor in front of the fire was a large, soft bearskin rug. I hurried over to the fire and stretched out my hands to the blaze. My shoes were kicked off and flew into the dark recesses of the room. I wiggled my feet into the soft fur and sighed. Some of the cold was swept away, but the room was still chilly.
“You really should think about putting some in-in-achoo!” My head whipped forward and back. I rubbed my irritated nose. “Some insulation,” I finished.
Greenwood stood at the dresser and pulled forth a few towels. “If I’m cold there’s always another rug to throw on the bed,” he countered. He grabbed one and walked over to me where he held it up. “Get into this.”
I raised an eyebrow and looked over the top of the towel at him. “You’ve got to be joking.”
“I rarely joke, and this is not one of those times,” he told me.
I frowned, but snatched the towel from him. I pointed a finger at the floor and spun it in a circle. “Turn around.”
“I have seen every part of-”
“Turn around.”
Greenwood pursed his lips, but he turned his back to me. I draped the towel over the lone chair and hurriedly slipped off my soaked clothes. In a thrice I stood in front of the fire with only the towel to cover what tempted him.
“All right, you can look,” I told him.
Big mistake. Greenwood glanced over his shoulder and his eyes fell immediately on the tops of my breasts. They were barely visible beneath the towel, but clear enough to catch his lustful attention. His eyes took on a yellowish hue, but he whipped his head forward. His shoulders tensed and I noticed his breathing rapidly increased.
I ducked behind the chair for extra security and glared at the back. “Don’t you guy werewolves ever think about anything other than s*x with your mates?” I growled.
“Not in the bedroom,” he replied. His voice was hoarse with his need.
The sound of his barely-controlled lust didn’t help my self-control. I turned and dropped myself onto the cushion. The fire was my focus, my calming mechanism. I had to control the rising thirst, the hunger for his body to be locked with mine in the oldest dance.
I didn’t hear him approach, so I jumped when his hands wrapped around my upper chest. He leaned forward over the back of the chair and his warm breath ghosted across my cheek.
“We can’t fight this,” he whispered to me.
I closed my eyes and grit my teeth. “We. . .we have to try,” I insisted.
“No, we don’t.”
I shuddered when I felt him plant soft, delicate kisses on the back of my neck. His hands reached forward and cupped my clothed breasts in his fingers. His fingers toyed with the top of my towel and massaged my mounds of flesh. I groaned and arched my back to push myself into his alluring touch. He pulled down the top of my towel and revealed my pert breasts. They were swollen with my need for him. I squirmed in my seat as a white-hot ache arose between my legs.
One of his hands continued to tingle my flesh with his teasing while the other unfolded the towel from around me. I soon sat naked in front of him. My pale, shivering body was hot with my need for him. I grasped the arms of the chair in my hands and squirmed.
“Oh god,” I groaned. The heat was unbearable.
My mate growled and I heard tearing as he ripped off his own clothes. He slipped to the front of the chair and swept me off the seat to lay me down atop the fur rug in front of the fireplace. His naked body was warm to the touch as he covered my flesh with his. His lips and hands touched me everywhere, and I let him. He learned more about me than I knew about myself, and he used his knowledge to stroke and tease my tense, sensitive skin. I writhed and groaned beneath him. My modern mind told me to fight, to tell him off, but my feminine instincts told me to give in to his seductions, to let him have all of me.
One of his hands strayed down to the coarse hair between my legs. I gasped when his finger found my nub and stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves. He teased me with his achingly slow touches. I wanted more. I wanted rougher. My hands dug into his shoulders and I whimpered.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He growled and continued his slow torture of me. His lips teased a trail down my neck before he reached one of my pert buds. He took it between his warm lips, and kissed and massaged my tingling flesh. I groaned and clutched his head. My body was on fire, and my mind was overwhelmed with lustful thoughts. I needed him to take me, to show me I was his and his alone. My body and mind craved our joined bodies. I hungered for us to writhe together in shared ecstasy.
“Take me. Oh god, please take me,” I moaned.
He grunted and raised his head. His eyes shone with the yellow light of feral lust that signified he was now more wolf than man. The possession in his eyes sent a new wave of sensual heat over me. I shuddered beneath his gaze and my tongue flicked out to wet my dry, neglected lips. He leaned forward and caught my lips in a searing kiss. His arms wrapped around me and he positioned himself at my wet, eager opening.
I broke our kiss as he entered me and groaned. I reveled in the feel of our joined bodies. We were one body, one mind, and that mind demanded we satisfy the carnal lust that threatened to consume us. He thrust slowly at first. His long, swollen manhood stroked my tingling clit and sent shivers up and down my body. I grasped his back and rubbed my bulging breasts against his tight chest. The friction increased my delicious torment, but only his penetration could satisfy the deep desire within me.
We panted and strained in the flickering light of the fire. Our sweat-soaked bodies glistened with firelight and burned with a greater heat than those hot flames. I leaned my head back and moaned. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, but my body craved completion. It demanded its desires be met by my mate, my love, my other half. I stroked his back and nibbled on his ear.
“Yes. More. Oh god, more. Take me harder,” I whispered into his ear.
He grunted and thrust faster. His body and soul craved the same completion, the same temporary bliss. We slid against each other faster and faster. Our bodies created blistering heat that enveloped us in its lustful flames. Every stroke, every push, every penetration sent me closer and closer to the wonderful end.
A smile slipped onto my face as I felt the trembles of my orgasm come upon me. “Yes. Yes, please more. Please faster,” I murmured. My pleasure increased tenfold as he quickened his pace. I leaned my head back and panted. My tense body burned hotter and hotter. I felt so alive, so complete, so free of everything but my lustful desire to be taken and taken hard. “Yes! Yes, that’s it! More! Oh god, never stop!” I cried out to my lover.
My orgasm swept over me as a deliciously hot wave. I squirmed and shuddered beneath the force of such unbearably wonderful pleasure. My mate continued to penetrate me, thrusting me to greater heights of ecstasy. I clung to him and allowed the pleasure to consume me. Every tremor, every stroke was another step into heaven, another fitting satisfaction to the feral lust that lurked in our bodies until set free by one another.
Like all wonderful dreams, this one had to end. The waves of pleasure slackened. My mate came inside of me and collapsed onto his side beside me. He pulled me into his arms. I snuggled against his warm body. He reached down and stroked my wet hair. After all the fear and all the terror of the last few days, I finally felt relaxed and, yes, even a little happy. Though this strange, stoic man was my unwilling mate, I felt I could at least trust him to come to the rescue when I needed it.
If I had to remain on this island, I could count on him to be by my side.
- Writer
