Wild Wolf Claiming

chapter 2

Kade

Fuck. Me. A Windbourn? Here? In Black Falls territory?

No wonder I’d been drawn to her, compelled to shadow a car driving along the edge of national forest. I’d scented her easily, and no wonder. She was in a damn convertible. Peaches and vanilla shampoo and something else that I couldn’t define, something that was uniquely her.

Long, dark hair hung down her back, tousled and ruffled by the wind. Her cheeks were sun kissed, her lips full and I wanted to kiss them. And her eyes. f**k, her eyes were so pale, so vivid. I saw worry and curiosity combined. The interest was there, but without her scent, without picking up the new tang of arousal, I wouldn’t know for sure. Her wolf certainly wasn’t presenting itself. No, if it had, she’d be bent over the hood of her car, her dress pushed up about her waist and my c**k buried deep.

I wanted to howl. My wolf wanted her, even rose to the surface for a moment. Hell, I wanted her. Wanted to touch and taste and listen to her whisper my name as I filled her with my….

Sure. Not going there, not with her. I had to hold a hand over my c**k to hide my reaction to her. Lust. Instant heat. The urge to bite her, mark her, make her mine. That was the long and short of it. It was intense, powerful, the need to take her, the need to claim her roared through my head until I had a hard time concentrating on making small talk.

What the hell? Sure, I’d been attracted to women before, could smell their interest, but it hadn’t been like this. No, I could practically taste Lily. My mouth watered to do just that. Her lips and lower. Her n*****s, which were prominent beneath the thin fabric of her pink dress. And lower still, to the sweet apex of her thighs.

Yeah, I wanted to eat the p***y of a damn Windbourn. The Windbourns were the most powerful werewolf family in the east, hell, maybe in the world. What was she doing here? This was Black Falls territory. We controlled this area of the country. What the hell was her alpha thinking, sending her up here alone? Did she have permission to be here? Or would taking her into town stir up a hornet’s nest of trouble?

That was a stupid question. Of course she’d stir up a s**t ton of trouble. She smelled like heaven, powerful and sweet and ripe for the taking. Thankfully, I’d scented her first, found her first. Once other unmated males in the area picked up the sweet peaches and vanilla, I wouldn’t be alone in my interest. Which meant I’d probably have to fight for the right to claim her in the moonlight, take care of her, see to her pleasure when her body suffered the almost violent lust of an awakening.

When even that thought didn’t deter my wolf, I knew I was in trouble already. Damn it.

I couldn’t touch her. Not here. Not now. Pack protocol required claiming her in an official ceremony, where all other contenders were near her to offer their scent and protection. But from the sweet smell of her skin, and the interest she was throwing off with those ice blue eyes, I’d get my chance soon enough. Her wolf was quiet, but wouldn’t remain so for long. I’d say it was close to her time. Real close, since just looking at me had brought her body to life. Judging by the scent rising from her, I’d say her panties were ruined. My wolf was pleased with that, for she was definitely responsive. And when her wolf came out? She was going to play with me and no one else. Claiming ceremony or not.

“Where are you headed?” I asked, trying to keep her eyes on my face and not on my throbbing c**k. No doubt if she looked, she’d see the thick bulge beneath the worn denim.

“Black Falls. I start classes at Lewiston and Cooke next week.”

My wolf settled, happy knowing she wasn’t passing through. Prepared to wait for the right time to claim her. I’d never wanted to mark a woman before, and the urge was powerful, making my jaw clench, my canines ache. She’d be just a few miles away at school. I had time. I could watch over her, protect her from harm—and from other unmated wolves—until she was ready. Until I could make her mine.

Mine? Where the hell had that thought come from?

The wolf inside me chuckled and settled into a watchful stance. Mine. Mine. Mine. The werewolf in me had a simple mind, driven more by instinct than logic. And yes, he intended to claim her. He wanted her. No questions, no bullshit. That was the wolf way. I’d heard about it, had friends tell me what it was like to meet their mates, but now…

Mate? Had I just thought of her as my mate?

“Damn it.”

“What?” She jumped at my outburst and I shook myself quickly to apologize.

“No. I’m sorry. That wasn’t directed at you. Let’s get that tired changed and you into town, Lily.” I said her name for the first time and couldn’t wait to say it again and again as I buried myself balls deep in her body and put my mark on her neck.

Lily, one week later

I felt his hands on me, his lips, the rub of his thick c**k against my leg. My back arched as kisses landed on my belly. Lower and lower until I parted my thighs. I did it, no coaxing needed. I wanted him there. I was wet and it was all for him. I wanted him to know I ached for him, that I was ready. I wanted that c**k deep inside me, stretching me, filling me. I wanted him to come deep inside, to literally coat me in his seed. Mark me. Claim me. I wanted to smell like him.

“Yes,” I murmured. “Please.”

I wasn’t beyond begging. I needed it.

It wasn’t his c**k that slid over my heated folds, but his tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what I needed. And when he flicked my c**t, I came. Just. Like. That.

“Yes!” I cried again, this time I opened my eyes, saw the dark dorm room. Felt the cool night air on my sweaty skin. Shook from the remnants of the orgasm that still hummed in my body. It wasn’t a guy’s head between my thighs, but my fingers. I was alone in my room, thank god, because I’d had the most intense s*x dream.

My white nightgown was up about my waist, my thighs parted, sheets tangled. Yeah, if I’d gotten a roommate instead of a single, she’d think I was a s*x starved nympho.

Well, I hadn’t been until now. Until Black Falls. God, the second I’d settled into my dorm, I’d turned into a horny mess. No, it hadn’t been then. It had been the second Kade appeared on the side of the road. I’d been instantly attracted and even making myself come didn’t ease the ache. It was only getting worse and I was going insane.

He’d come by every night, taken me to dinner, held doors and behaved like the perfect gentleman. But I didn’t want chivalry at the moment, I wanted him to shove me up against a wall and f**k my brains out. No one had ever done that. Hell, I’d never wanted it before. But since meeting Kade? My n*****s were always hard and my bras chafed the tender tips. My p***y was dripping like a damned faucet. I’d already ruined several pairs of panties. I was going crazy thinking every time a soft breeze came in through my open dorm window that I could smell him. I’d had to touch myself twice yesterday, locking the door, leaning against it and sticking my hand down my shorts.

And those hadn’t been the first times. After Kade helped me carry my things up to my room and left with a quick smile and a heated gaze, I’d had to lift up my sundress and make myself come sitting on the side of my bed.

I wanted s*x. I needed it. And every one of my fantasies had involved Kade. I thought maybe I was just losing my mind, but then I’d seen the other guys in my building and felt…nothing. Many of them eyed me the way Kade had, as if they wanted to gobble me right up.

The way I was behaving, I couldn’t blame them. It was like they could sense how wild I was feeling, believed all they had to do was push me, just a little, and I’d be begging. God, it was like I had a bright neon sign on my forehead that said I’m desperate, f**k me now.

I pushed my nightgown back over my thighs, but my fingers were sticky with my juices. Groaning, I got up, grabbed a robe to go out into the hall and down the hallway to the bathroom. While I had a single, I was just like every other person on the floor sharing a communal bathroom.

I didn’t turn on my light. I didn’t need to. The light from the full moon offered a bright glow to my stark room. I also had keen eyesight and could see quite well in the dark, always could, since I was a little girl. Other little kids asked for night-lights and glowing toys. I put the covers over my head so I could huddle in the dark and actually fall asleep.

I opened the door to the hallway and gasped. Backlit by the industrial lighting stood Robbie.

“Hey Lily,” he said. “Couldn’t help but overhear you.” He took a deep breath. Another. With a dark look in his eyes I’d never seen before, he leaned closer and nearly pressed his nose to my shoulder. A shiver raced over his skin when he straightened, as if he’d just been shocked with a jolt of electricity.

I took a slight step back. Was he sniffing me?

“Um.” I didn’t say more than that. He’d overheard what? Me crying out as I came in my s*x dream? That was embarrassing. I avoided his gaze, but when he said nothing more, I looked up. His eyes. They weren’t brown or blue or even green. No, they were gold. Like weirdly gold. “What are you doing here, Robbie? How did you find me?”

“Mr. Windbourn sent us after you, Lily. You should have told him you were leaving. It’s dangerous.”

That roused me from my embarrassment and I latched onto the rage flooding me with a sense of relief. Anything was better than feeling helpless and weak in front of him. “I’m a grown adult. I don’t need permission to do anything.”

He laughed, the sound harsh, one I’d never heard from him before and it made my nerves twist like pretzels until my entire body felt on the verge of an explosion. “You are so naïve, baby. Of course you need permission. The Benson brothers are waiting in the car. Pack your s**t. You have ten minutes.”

I dug my heels in and crossed my arms. I’d worked hard to get into this school. I filled out all their forms, took all their tests, handled all the financial aid on my own. No way I was going to tuck tail and go home just because Robbie was looming over me with a frown on his face and two of my Grandad’s henchmen were in the car. “I’m not leaving.”

His expression changed to one I did recognize, lust. “There is another option.”

“What’s that?”

“We finish what we started in your bedroom.” He lifted a hand to my cheek, his thumb gently stroking the remnants of the bruise around my eye, and for the first time ever, my body heated at his touch. I still wanted to punch him, but I wanted to sleep with him, too. No, not sleep. My p***y throbbed, yet I knew I didn’t like him, that I wasn’t interested in him as a man, only as a…

As a what? I wasn’t the kind of girl who did casual s*x.

But maybe I was.

“Sorry about the doctor,” I muttered, my guilt rising to the surface just like every other emotion I’d ever felt in my life appeared to be. I was a mess, my head spinning, my body totally out of control. All I wanted was someone to make it all go away, to touch me and make me come, then hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Let me come in and I’ll take care of you.” His voice was calm and deep and gentle, as if he already knew he’d won. Maybe he had. My breasts were heavy, my heart racing. Something was wrong with me and his next words confirmed it. “You need to be touched, don’t you? Filled? You need about a dozen more orgasms, baby and I can give them to you.”

His finger traced my lower lip and it took a supreme act of will not to flick my tongue out over the tip and taste him. I stepped back some more, put my hand on the knob. I was equally eager and repulsed by his offer. I didn’t want him, but I definitely wanted.

I shook my head. I was not a stupid animal. I was not a stray dog in heat. If I was going to sleep with someone, it was not going to be Robbie from back home. Or the stupid Benson brothers. “No. Go away. Go home and tell Grandad to leave me alone.”

Slamming the door shut, I flipped the deadbolt and backed away.

His sigh was loud, so loud in my ears that I winced. “I can’t do that, Lily. You need me, need me to kiss you and touch you and make you mine.” His hand must have been pressed flat to the door because I heard the slide of his palm on wood as he spoke, and imagined he was touching me instead. “You need me, baby. I’ve been waiting for this. It’s time for us to be together. Let me in, I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

I did. I did need, but not him. I needed someone, and that scared the s**t out of me. Why did I feel like I wanted to grab him with both hands, pull him into my room, tug up my nightgown and beg him to take me? Why did I want him to bend me over my bed and sink into me as hard and fast as he could?

Shit. There was something really wrong with me. Had I been drugged? My skin ached, literally ached with the need to be touched. I ran my hands up and down my arms, around my neck and into my hair in an effort to soothe myself. But it didn’t work. Nothing worked.

Worse? My eyes ached, and even though I hadn’t turned on the light, I could see everything in my room perfectly, which was normal. But now I could even read the small black print on the package labels on my favorite crackers across the room. I could smell the dirty laundry hidden behind closed closet doors, and the scent of the pine cleaner they’d used in the bathrooms down the hall. I knew without trying hard that the two students that lived across the hall had eaten pepperoni pizza with olives for dinner.

I could smell it, all of it.