Night Wolves: Volume One

Chapter 2

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Damon carried the unconscious Charlotte through the dark woods, away from the party and any spectators. A fainting wolf was yet another first in his book. He didn’t think it genetically possible for a female wolf to be so timid. In his pack, the females were more prone to aggression.

He set Charlotte down on a blanket beside his motorcycle before rummaging through his packs for a bottle of water. He grabbed one and sat beside her. Where on Earth did this little one come from?

Minutes passed before she roused and sat up. He held the water bottle within her sight, hoping it would calm her. Thankfully, she snatched it, but her eyes scanned the darkness and her heart once again raced.

“I don’t know where to start,” he admitted. “But I’m not a threat.”

“You’re like me,” she said softly.

“Yes… Do you know what that is?”

“Monster. Cursed,” she mumbled. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the cap on her water. “Werewolf.”

He arched his brow. “We aren’t cursed or monsters.”

“Are there many of us?” she asked unexpectedly.

Shrugging, he grabbed the bottle from her and opened it before passing it back. “Not here. This isn’t our territory. Which brings me to wonder why you are here.”

“I go to school here,” she replied defensively. “I just started an MBA program.”

He laughed. He’d never heard of a wolf going to college. And what was an MBA? “Your pack let you come here alone, when you don’t seem to know… Wait, were you serious when you said you have no pack?”

“Pack of what?”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying not to yank it out. “Are you telling me that you are alone? Who taught you our ways?”

She stared down at her water before taking a long drink. Wiping her mouth, she looked around. “I don’t think my eyes glow like that.”

“What?”

“Sometime last year, I got angry. I punched a wall. But my hand changed. It got huge and—covered with white fur. It grew claws. Then I was out camping, and one minute I’m sleeping in my tent, then next thing I know I’m crawling around on the ground and I can’t talk and I—well.” She chuckled, though her story wasn’t funny. “It kept happening. Every full moon. And the claws, sometimes they come during the day.”

“Your parents didn’t warn you of this?”

“I’ve never hurt anyone,” she added quickly. “Some nights, it was close. Damn, but sometimes people smell like… but I would just hunt around. I have a knack for catching rabbits.”

“It’s going to be okay,” he said softly.

“Is it?” she sniffled. “You smell so good… like home, but I don’t even know what that means.”

He opened his arms, and she accepted, dropping the bottle and crawling into his offered embrace. He nodded and brushed his fingers through her soft hair. “Your parents?”

“None. I was found, abandoned. But no one ever adopted me. I’m only here on scholarships. Honestly, I…”

“Your wolf must have adapted to human life,” he mused. “Most lupine can’t survive outside of the pack without going mad.”

“What do you mean?”

He stroked his fingertips along her bare arm. His wolf was abnormally curious about her, as was he. Her existence didn’t quite make sense. “The presence of pack and the spiritual ties to our land and ancestors keep us strong. Usually, if a lupine is away from that, the balance between our forms is broken. The wolf takes over.”

“Literally?” Her voice shook.

“Yes. They shift into their wolf and are trapped like that.”

“But then how and why are you here?”

“My wolf and I have a special bond and strength. Not all can leave the pack, but most that have the ability use it for good. I still feel the pull, but I can be away from my pack for up to months at a time. I’m a runner. I travel between packs, delivering messages. But I occasionally take detours.”

“Detours to college parties?” She glanced up.

Damon grinned and looked away, feeling suddenly foolish. “I have needs. The women are usually nice—” He placed a finger over her mouth. “Before you get riled up, I can smell a sober woman, and yes, I do mean woman. I’m not here for the freshmen. I think the ones I find are called grad students. Sometimes I catch a professor.”

Shaking her head, Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I was going to ask about the… needs. So is it a wolf thing to constantly want—you know?”

“Definitely.”

They sat in silence. Her sweet aroma relaxed him. There was so much he wanted to tell her, but where to begin? He only had a night. His pack wouldn’t handle his further absence well. The council had to suspect he was sneaking in personal time between assignments by now.

“If it’s not a curse, then what is it?” she asked.

“We aren’t humans who are cursed,” he explained. “We have three forms: man, lupine, wolf. The lupine came first. The wolf was the next adaptation. Then the human form.”

“Lupine…”

“The formal word for our kind and our ways. The form that straddles man and wolf. Some call themselves werewolves, as you do. Or shifters. It’s all the same.” He leaned back, giving her space. “I suspect you’ve never taken that form. You only transition partially, when emotions are high.”

“The claws? Yeah. When I’m stressed, usually.” She held out her hand and turned it, examining it under the moonlight. “If it’s not a curse, then why do I have to change every full moon?”

“It’s a reminder. A spiritual obligation. Our lupine forms are the balance, but we rarely use them. Our wolf form, same. As a result, the moon pulls us down to the ground and reminds us to pay homage to our wild side.” He combed her hair back and behind her ears. “The wolf is always there. I imagine you’ve sensed yours?”

Heat sparked, and her pale cheeks reddened. “Yeah. She’s… Well, she’s interested in you.”

“Makes sense.” He brushed his thumb across her blushing skin. “Tell me. When you noticed me the first time, what did your wolf do?”

“She… well, I got confused. Sometimes it’s like that, struggling with what I want versus what she wants,” Charlotte said softly. “She wanted to run. But… she wanted you to follow.”

The admission stirred his own wolf once more. Her close proximity awakened his blood, and he discretely adjusted himself beneath her, not wanting to scare her with an unwelcome visitor.

“Can I come with you?”

“With me?”

“Can I meet your pack?”

The question shocked him. “You don’t want to stay here?”

“The life I’ve had until now, it was like I was in a dream. Or playing the part of someone else. Until last year, I didn’t know why. Now everything is falling into place and I want to know more. If you can teach me, I want to learn who I am.”

Damon pondered her request. His alpha, Reid, would easily welcome a new lupine. The rest of the council would have to approve of her to stay as well, but he suspected they would. Her lineage was a mystery, but he could think of a few families who would rush to adopt her. His pack wasn’t large. A new daughter would be a blessing.

He finally nodded. “Yeah, I think they’d love to meet you. But you realize we have rules? Pack laws? It won’t be anything like your life so far.”

“That’s fine.” A single tear fell down her cheek, and he swiped it away. She blinked rapidly and looked down. “Sorry. Just imagining a place I could belong. Silly thing, I guess. I get emotional.”

“We all do. Wolves are anything but cold.”

“I realize it’s sudden, but just being close with you, feeling the presence of your wolf, I assume—it’s making me homesick in a way I can’t even explain. Because I don’t even know what home is, or where it is.”

He could guess what she meant. No experience he could name or describe could fully capture the sensation of pack. Since she had no pack to call her own, it seemed her wolf was reaching out to his and seeking his pack. “Perhaps your wolf has been hiding all these years, waiting for that home.”

She met his eyes again, staring intently. “Could you make your eyes glow again? They’ve stopped. But they made me feel safe. I mean, once I was done being scared.”

The wolf pacing within him tilted its head, amused. He didn’t need a mirror to know the golden hue had returned. “How’s this?”

With a soft sigh, she licked her lips. Her cheeks blossomed again, and she squirmed close to him, nuzzling his neck. “I have so many questions, but more than that I just want to hold you. Why is that?”

“I can only guess. The scent of my family, my pack—it’s like nothing else. It’s warm and familiar. If I’m the only other wolf you’ve met, I guess it’s your instinct.”

“Lucky you’re not some scary monster.”

Her small breasts pressed against him and she straddled his lap. Eyes wide, he held still while she shifted and got comfortable. His hands searched for a safe resting spot, but her skirt had ridden up and his fingertips brushed across her bare thighs.

“Charlotte.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, leaning back.

“Some guy… your scent was all over him. He pointed you out.”

“Oh.” She averted her eyes.

“Something you want to talk about?” He recalled how inebriated the young man appeared. And what had he said? Something like, I was just playing.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she insisted. “I was a little… I was supposed to be his date tonight, but he wouldn’t stop drinking.”

“That human was to be your date?” Damon put the pieces together. Humans only brought dates to these parties for one reason.

“I don’t even know him that well. I just thought he could be fun for a night. He got grabby, but not in a pleasant way.”

Damon growled. “I’ll rip him apart.”

“Hey!” Charlotte placed her hands on his face and hovered close. “I mean that he was too drunk to be any good. He didn’t hurt me. He just couldn’t… help me. So I sent him away.”

Gradually, the rage dissipated. She’d just admitted that she was seeking companionship. His d**k twitched, as if he needed a reminder of his own mission tonight.

“Oh,” she whispered.

Shit. Of course his c**k would act up with a beauty on his lap.

“Is that an offer?” she asked hesitantly. They stared into each other’s eyes. A soft glow crept along her irises.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I think the regret would kill me if I said no.” Excitement trembled in her voice, battling shy hesitance. “But, ah. What is your name?”

He groaned at his own oversight. “Damon. My family is of the Adams clan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Damon of the Adams clan.” Charlotte angled forward and licked his lips. “So, about those needs we both have…”

He leaned over her and she fell from his lap with a playful laugh. Her hair spread around her like a snow angel, and the moon lit up her skin. Pearled n*****s poked through her thin shirt and his mouth watered. He bit through the cotton and captured one. Moaning, she tangled her fingers through his hair while he nibbled the hardened bud. He released her and yanked the shirt down, exposing her small, perfect breasts. He pulled each n****e into his mouth and sucked until they were each bright red, and her sharp moans were on the verge of screams.

“Show me your other form. The lupine one. Something tells me I need to see it,” she said breathily.

He’d do more than show. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his eager c**k between her legs. She squealed her encouragement.

Rising from the blanket, he pulled off his white t-shirt, revealing a muscled chest and well-developed six-pack. Every bit of his body was toned. Part of his assignment required that he be formidable in a fight, able to handle himself without backup from his pack. He was a weapon, and he looked the part.

Her eyes drank him in and her delightful squirming died. l**t fogged her expression, but she studied him with the hungry gaze he was used to receiving from the females of his pack. He yanked his belt free, the zip of leather through denim a loud buzz through the air, and tossed it aside.

“Help me,” he said teasingly, rubbing his c**k through the dark jeans.

She rose as if in a trance and crawled to him on her knees. Gentle fingertips explored his zipper and carefully slid it down. His erection sprang free and he shoved his pants down. l*****g her lips, she watched him kick off his boots and discard the pants.

Her eyes widened, and the glow that winked around the edges swallowed her pupils entirely. The stunning contrast of honey gold against her pale skin and ebony hair made Damon groan. He wanted to tackle her and make her scream. But she wanted a show.

He glanced behind him to the crescent moon. Holding his hand up in the silver light, he welcomed his wolf to join him. Peppered gray and black fur grew over his forearm while his hand spread and lengthened into a clawed fist. Charlotte took a deep breath and he looked down.

“Is it okay?” he asked.

Her mouth hung open for a moment, and she swallowed before speaking. “Yeah.”

He met her eyes while the change overtook the rest of him, expanding his height an additional foot while soft fur coated him. Once fully transitioned, he turned his muzzle towards the sky and howled for show. When he glanced down, she held a hand to her throat.

“Damon,” she whispered. “I don’t even know what to say.”

His voice, roughened by the change, came out as a growl. “Are you afraid?”

“No.” She stood and came close, dwarfed by his large stature. Hovering, her fingertips traced the air around his chest. “I’ve never felt more—comforted. And on fire.”

He wrapped his hands around hers and pressed them to his chest. “Do you want to go further?”

Shivering, she shifted on her feet. Her hand slipped free of his and caressed down over his stomach. She took hold of his c**k and moaned. “Is it possible when you’re like this? Because I think I need it.”

The scent of her arousal rose between them, hot and sensual. A confirmation sat on the tip of his tongue. Not only was it possible, it was natural to f**k like this. It was also an act reserved for true mates between two lupine.

Were she human, he wouldn’t think twice. Her petite human form under his beastly one? The thought alone made his c**k throb. But he wasn’t supposed to risk impregnating another lupine. Especially one he’d just met, who didn’t know their ways—

“I’m going to take that silence as a yes,” she murmured, squeezing his c**k and sliding her hand up and down its length.

She stepped back and wiggled out of her skirt, sending her scent flaring out around them. The night became washed with the erotic sweetness, and his wolf howled at the prospect. He growled softly, not from discontent, but from pure arousal.

Once transformed, his wolf rarely acted up. This was the balance, after all. But something about Charlotte shook him deep inside. The craving now ravaging his blood defied logic. He should have returned to his human form, but he wondered if he was even in control anymore.

Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, a delicate feast for feral eyes. She yanked off the shirt bunched around her midsection, then bent over and began to wiggle from her nearly non-existent panties. He stopped her, grasping her by the wrist and staring down with primal need.

“Leave them. Pull them to the side.”

She arched a brow and grinned wickedly. “If you insist.”

She slipped a finger teasingly into the tiny lace triangle hiding her cunt and slowly shifted the fabric to one side, revealing a trimmed tuft of hair and puffy pink folds.

Damon froze for a second, overwhelmed. Every instinct within him told him to dive into her, ravage her, claim her. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d behave, not turn into a mindless beast. Wrapping his arms around her, he sniffed her hair and whispered, “If it becomes too much, you say something.”

“I’m not that fragile.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think I want it to hurt a little,” she whispered back.

His eyes rolled back at her honest request, and his hard length twitched against where it stood pressed against her stomach. Endless debaucherous images paraded behind his eyes, punctuated by his wolf panting and pacing and snarling for him to get to work. He had a female to please, damnit!

With a snarl, he snatched her into his arms and tumbled them to the ground. He placed her seated over him and held her full weight high while he spread her juices over his needy c**k.

“Ride me,” he ordered, and lowered her until she could balance herself over his waiting shaft.

Biting her lips, Charlotte ran her hands over his slick erection. “I didn’t think I’d have to do the work.”

“If I take you like I want, I’d likely lose my mind inside you. How we lupine breed… it’s not for beginners.”

“Rough?”

He snorted. If she thought riding him wouldn’t be rough, she’d learn soon enough. “Do you want to ask questions, or do you want to f**k?”

She stuck her tongue out and he snapped up at her, making her shriek. Her fingers circled the softly pointed head of his thick c**k. “Okay, okay.”

He held his breath while she rose and steadied him at her entrance. Her fluids dripped down, coating him and giving a taste of the pleasure to come. Heat radiated from between her thighs, and now her scent was leaving him dizzy and l**t-drunk. His tip slid in, eliciting from her a moan—a sound of delight with undertones of surprise. The earth gave way beneath his claws as he dug down, resisting the urge to piston upwards, to lift his hips and end the torment with one quick, solid thrust.

She lowered herself, engulfing him in the sweet heaven of her p***y while whispering to herself, “f**k… yes… dear gods…”

Rising and sinking in slow, agonizingly delicious motions, she accustomed herself to his size. His body remained planted to the ground, but he occasionally flexed within her, delighted to feel the responding clench of her tight walls. When she at last accepted him in full, she pressed a hand to her rosy cheek and simply moaned.

“I don’t think I can move,” she sighed blissfully.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and assisted her until she rocked and circled her hips in need. She became wetter, and she gazed down at him with heavy-lidded eyes that glowed with the unearthly beauty of a worthy mate. Pinching her gently bouncing breasts, she panted, and each breath became a moan or sigh or desperate cry for more.

Damon inhaled her ecstasy and committed every sexy moment to memory. Charlotte was something entirely different to him. More than a human to f**k, certainly, but vastly different from the other female wolves he’d risked intimacy with. It wouldn’t be horrible to be mated to one such as this.

The pitch of her sensual utterances changed, and he watched as she snaked one hand down to caress her c**t.

“Come for me,” he growled, half-needy-request and half-command.

Her heart raced in response, a reaction to his demanding tone that he wholly adored. She clearly knew what she wanted, had not been afraid to ask, yet also appreciated a domineering aspect.

Her fingertips danced in tight circles over her c**t. The wet path called to him, and he wanted to replace her small digits with his tongue. He could practically taste her already, for all her sweet scent in the air. Next time. If there would be a next time.

Introducing her to the pack could mean her choosing a mate. Surely the males would pursue her. Not to speak lightly of the females of his pack, but fresh blood was fresh. New. Exciting. And there was something about Charlotte that begged for ownership.

He wouldn’t be surprised if she got less than a dozen proposals within a month.

Her sudden intake of breath drew his attention. She held the air in her lungs, and her breasts jiggled as she surrendered to his steady thrusts, no longer contributing to the rhythm. Now, she simply endured. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth dug into her lower lip as if restraining a scream. He thrust upward harder while holding her still by the waist, claws indenting her alabaster flesh but not piercing.

She gasped, and her expression was a blend of absolute pleasure and blinding shock. He continued to piston into her while her cunt squeezed and shuddered around him. With every stroke she cried out until her voice was harsh, until she fell forward and pleaded for a moment of rest.

Damp hair clung to her forehead and flushed cheeks. He swept it back and waited while she recovered. Heaving sighs and an erratic pulse echoed through the air. He was willing to bet that she’d never had a c****x as intense. Pride welled in him, and he licked her face with his large tongue, then moved to her neck. She tasted like sweat and s*x and the wild midnight.

Slowly, she pressed her hands to his broad chest and lifted up. He lapped between her breasts, making her groan hungrily.

“I can’t even,” she mumbled. “You waste that on humans?”

He chuckled softly, though the sound came out as distorted barks. “Now you’re thinking like a wolf.”

“I just got f****d like one,” she said carefully, a shy tone sneaking into her words.

He flexed his clawed hands and dragged his nails down her back. “Not quite.”

She opened her mouth in question, but his quick thrust stole her words. Now that she’d had her share, it was time to take his own pleasure, and show her what he really had to offer. Her body bounced above him, and her hands fisted the soft fur of his chest in an effort to hold on.

His stomach tightened and his legs began to tingle. He relaxed his pace and took one of her hands in his. “Grip the base.”

She stared blankly down at him, eyes heavy with bliss.

“Wrap your hand here and don’t let go.”

She did as ordered, restricting the depth of his thrusts into her. The soft skin of her palm felt equally heavenly and didn’t slow his building release. She gasped once his knot began to form, tricked by her hand. The bulge grew, and she leaned forward to keep her hand in place. Questions danced across her face, but she kept quiet.

The air filled with his low snarls and heavy breathing. He counted to himself, wanting to time himself perfectly. She moaned, and it grazed his ear so sensually it threw his plans to the wind. He flipped her before she could react and had her back on the blanket within a blink. Pulling out, he howled and released stream after stream of hot c*m. It covered her from neck to navel and ran down her sides, glistening over her skin like lewd puddles and rivers.

His head fell back, and he cursed to the moon, all sanity and logic ripped away and replaced with an encouragement to do it again.

Looking down at his white-stained beauty, he sighed and released his lupine form. Fur fell away and claws became strong hands. His shadow ebbed in size, and for the moment, his blood calmed. He knelt beside her and stroked her cheek.

An expression of awe was painted over her face while she dipped thin fingertips into the wet rivulets marking her body. She dragged designs and spread his c*m in sensual patterns while he watched.

“Not a monster,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “But definitely a beast.”