Saoirse McColl is a research biologist who needs a job. With no teaching experience, she is amazed when she gets the job as a science teacher at a small private academy in Maine. Diego Vargas is the principal--and a werewolf. The Northwest Maine Academy is for students whose parents suspect they may carry a wolf inside, which will first present itself and force a change, during the teenage years. The compound is huge and houses teachers, students, and every kind of support staff a place like that could need. The pack is also run from the mansion. On his deathbed, the old pack leader names Diego as his successor. But one shifter is not happy and issues a challenge. Saoirse has no idea what that means, but she knows Diego is under a lot of pressure. They've been attracted to each other from the start--she's even gotten over the shock of his being a werewolf. She goes to his office to find him in despair--she wants to help.
"Before a fight, wolves use--um--sex, to enhance their testosterone and get them into peak fighting mode. Virgil has always had a way with the ladies, so I'm sure he's fucking non-stop already, to get himself primed."
"Then you need to do that too. That's not a big deal, is it?"
He whirled on her, "Yes. It is."
"Why?"
"Because my wolf won't let me fuck just anyone. It wants only one woman."
She stopped breathing for a heartbeat, then asked in a whisper, "Who?"
He stared deeply into her eyes.
She imagined that she saw two beings looking back out at her: the man, and the wolf. I'm going crazy!
His answer was torn from his lips, as if it hurt him to say it. "You!"
A small smile played on her lips, as she got up and moved to his side of the desk.
"That's not a problem then. I'm--uh--willing to take one for the team."
He growled with frustration. She stopped advancing and tried to retreat, but found her way blocked by the edge of his desk when her butt hit it. She was alarmed that he might be losing control over his wilder half. When he spoke again, it appeared to be with great effort, as if he was trying to force himself to remain human.
"You don't understand."
"Yes I do. You and I have been dancing around each other for a long time now. It's time for the dancing to stop. I'm only too willing to do what I've been fantasizing about doing since you hired me. And if it gives you strength for the fight tomorrow night, then so much the better."
He shook his head. "No. You still don't see."
He moved closer to her, and she had to look up to meet his eyes...those tortured, dark eyes, with the long, black eyelashes. His hands were at his sides, but fisted, as if he wanted to touch her, but was afraid to. His arms were shaking from the strain.
She could feel her body responding to his nearness, as her breathing became quick and shallow, and her heart beat sped up. She licked her lips, then regretted it when a low growl escaped from deep in his throat.
"What don't I see?"
"It won't be enough for either of us--the wolf or me--to have you only for one time. Or one day. There can't be any limit."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to know what you're committing yourself to, if you say yes."
"What?"
He advanced closer to her, his gaze so hot, she could feel a flush spreading across her face, while sweat began to trickle down her face from her hair. She could feel more sweat running down her back.
The words were torn from him. "Wolves mate for life. I don't want to just fuck you, Saoirse. I have to mate with you. Both of us do."
She stared at him. "Hey, I draw the line at bestiality. I want to have sex with you, but not with your wolf. No offense."
His lips turned upwards slightly. "I don't mean that. But once I have you, I won't be able to let you go. You'll belong to me--to us."
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the small fridge in his office.
With a small nod, she whispered, "Yes."
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he closed the small gap between them, pinning her to the desk with his hips, his insistent erection pressing against her clit. Both hands reached out to grasp her shoulder. He spoke with difficulty, as the human fought the wolf for control.
"Are you sure? This can't be taken back. You have to be sure. Once I let go--I don't think I'll be able to stop."
Her only answer was to press herself against him and use one hand behind his neck to pull his head down for a kiss. The other hand was trapped between them as he plastered himself against her, trying to meld their bodies together.
The heat from his lips crushing hers set her on fire! The tingling electricity flew through her body, exciting every nerve ending, setting every cell aflame.
Then the wolf took over as he began to tear her clothing off. He pulled her shirt open and buttons flew in every direction. He pulled it behind her and growled as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. The buttons on the sleeves defeated him, so he tore the shirt to shreds and discarded it. Her pants were more of a challenge, but he tore the front open and yanked hard enough to shred the seams. Her matching lace bra and her thong were the only barriers left.
He backed away for a second and was even more brutal with his own clothing. She watched as he ripped things off, quickly getting himself fully naked. She admired his sculpted chest, with the dark black hair that continued on down, pointing to what she'd been imagining. Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy clenched, as she saw his rampant erection for the first time. It was a dark bronze club, jutting out from a nest of black hair, and the veins on it were so engorged she could see his rapid pulse beating in them.
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"Before a fight, wolves use--um--sex, to enhance their testosterone and get them into peak fighting mode. Virgil has always had a way with the ladies, so I'm sure he's fucking non-stop already, to get himself primed."
"Then you need to do that too. That's not a big deal, is it?"
He whirled on her, "Yes. It is."
"Why?"
"Because my wolf won't let me fuck just anyone. It wants only one woman."
She stopped breathing for a heartbeat, then asked in a whisper, "Who?"
He stared deeply into her eyes.
She imagined that she saw two beings looking back out at her: the man, and the wolf. I'm going crazy!
His answer was torn from his lips, as if it hurt him to say it. "You!"
A small smile played on her lips, as she got up and moved to his side of the desk.
"That's not a problem then. I'm--uh--willing to take one for the team."
He growled with frustration. She stopped advancing and tried to retreat, but found her way blocked by the edge of his desk when her butt hit it. She was alarmed that he might be losing control over his wilder half. When he spoke again, it appeared to be with great effort, as if he was trying to force himself to remain human.
"You don't understand."
"Yes I do. You and I have been dancing around each other for a long time now. It's time for the dancing to stop. I'm only too willing to do what I've been fantasizing about doing since you hired me. And if it gives you strength for the fight tomorrow night, then so much the better."
He shook his head. "No. You still don't see."
He moved closer to her, and she had to look up to meet his eyes...those tortured, dark eyes, with the long, black eyelashes. His hands were at his sides, but fisted, as if he wanted to touch her, but was afraid to. His arms were shaking from the strain.
She could feel her body responding to his nearness, as her breathing became quick and shallow, and her heart beat sped up. She licked her lips, then regretted it when a low growl escaped from deep in his throat.
"What don't I see?"
"It won't be enough for either of us--the wolf or me--to have you only for one time. Or one day. There can't be any limit."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to know what you're committing yourself to, if you say yes."
"What?"
He advanced closer to her, his gaze so hot, she could feel a flush spreading across her face, while sweat began to trickle down her face from her hair. She could feel more sweat running down her back.
The words were torn from him. "Wolves mate for life. I don't want to just fuck you, Saoirse. I have to mate with you. Both of us do."
She stared at him. "Hey, I draw the line at bestiality. I want to have sex with you, but not with your wolf. No offense."
His lips turned upwards slightly. "I don't mean that. But once I have you, I won't be able to let you go. You'll belong to me--to us."
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the small fridge in his office.
With a small nod, she whispered, "Yes."
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he closed the small gap between them, pinning her to the desk with his hips, his insistent erection pressing against her clit. Both hands reached out to grasp her shoulder. He spoke with difficulty, as the human fought the wolf for control.
"Are you sure? This can't be taken back. You have to be sure. Once I let go--I don't think I'll be able to stop."
Her only answer was to press herself against him and use one hand behind his neck to pull his head down for a kiss. The other hand was trapped between them as he plastered himself against her, trying to meld their bodies together.
The heat from his lips crushing hers set her on fire! The tingling electricity flew through her body, exciting every nerve ending, setting every cell aflame.
Then the wolf took over as he began to tear her clothing off. He pulled her shirt open and buttons flew in every direction. He pulled it behind her and growled as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. The buttons on the sleeves defeated him, so he tore the shirt to shreds and discarded it. Her pants were more of a challenge, but he tore the front open and yanked hard enough to shred the seams. Her matching lace bra and her thong were the only barriers left.
He backed away for a second and was even more brutal with his own clothing. She watched as he ripped things off, quickly getting himself fully naked. She admired his sculpted chest, with the dark black hair that continued on down, pointing to what she'd been imagining. Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy clenched, as she saw his rampant erection for the first time. It was a dark bronze club, jutting out from a nest of black hair, and the veins on it were so engorged she could see his rapid pulse beating in them.
Note: this book is now on sale for only $3.24 at my publisher's site only. www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2676-7-when-a-wolf-howls/
Also available at other outlets: books2read.com/u/4Eow6z
Heat up your day by hopping to the other sites on the MFRW Steam blog hop!
