The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 Part 8

As it sat back, its paws seemed to morph into hands and feet, and its muzzle receded into a face. It all seemed like a blur, and seconds later a fully-grown, powerful man was standing in its place, glaring down at Jack.

Gemma's hand flew to her mouth as she realized who it was. Paul Van Lykan. If he was what she thought he was, his name suddenly made sense to her now. Van Lykan... lycan... werewolf!

His eyes continued to blaze with fury as he looked at Jack, who was still whimpering and clutching his chest, and before he spoke, a completely inhuman growl rumbled out from his throat.

"Get out of here. If you ever return, I'll finish the job. Don't bother trying to report this, because no one will believe you. Go!"

Jack slowly got up, his arms and legs shaking. He couldn't meet Paul's eyes, and he didn't so much as even glance in Gemma's direction as he hobbled back over to his car. As he drove away, Paul turned and looked down at Gemma, the look on his face more concerned than angry now. He crouched down next to her and reached a hand out.

"Gemma. Are you okay? I could smell your fear from miles away. I came as fast as possible," he said.

"I'm alright," she whispered after finally finding her tongue. "What... what are you? A werewolf? Is this a dream, or have I been put on some sort of weird reality show?" she asked, her brain still not quite comprehending what she had just witnessed.

"Yes. Our kind founded this county, as I guess you might have realized had I given you more time to take all of this in."

"Why are you here, Paul?" she asked.

"I told you. I could smell your fear. Today at the office, I smelled you and thought that you had the most intoxicating, bewitching scent that I'd ever experienced, but I thought it inappropriate to say anything. After all, you were going through a breakup. I knew that you needed help now, though, so I came."

A confusing mixture of primitive emotions flooded through Gemma's mind. She was still scared and shaking after the experience that she had just had with Jack, but the new knowledge that Paul was actually interested in her was sending nervous s.h.i.+vers of excitement up and down her spine. Coupled with the fact that he was a werewolf, it was more than exciting; it was downright exhilarating.

She was still sprawled on her back on the lawn, and realizing that he was still extending a hand to her, she reached out and took it. The second that they touched, she felt electricity and hormonal excitement course through her veins. It was like nothing else she had ever felt, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. As he pulled her to her feet, he was so close that she could smell him; a faint hint of expensive cologne mixed with a strange woodsy scent. It was a decidedly all-male scent, and something about it made Gemma nearly melt, the heat in her core making her legs weak.

"Thank you, Paul. You didn't have to rescue me," she said quietly, too nervous to look into his gorgeous face.

"Yes I did," he growled. "You think I could leave my dream mate to be hurt and attacked when I could smell that she was in danger?"

"I'm not your dream woman. Look at me."

"I am looking at you. And I see the most enchantingly beautiful and curvaceous woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. But don't worry," he said gently. "I understand that you've had a traumatic experience just now. Let me escort you inside, and then I will leave. Although, if you are afraid, I can sleep on the sofa so you know that you will be safe for the night."

He was right; she had just had a traumatic experience, but on the other hand, she couldn't ignore the wild emotions that were flooding every inch of her body right now, clouding her mind with needful l.u.s.t for the amazing man in front of her... or werewolf, whatever he was. It didn't matter. All that seemed to matter right now was that he was here.

Right then and there, she made her choice.

"I don't think I want to be alone tonight," she said, looking straight into his eyes.

They lit up for a second as he growled his response.

"Are you sure, Gemma? You've had a rough couple of days. I wouldn't want to take advantage of that."

"You wouldn't be. If anything, you'd make me feel better. Please... take me inside," she said breathlessly.

Paul let out a deep growl and then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. Marveling at his strength, Gemma closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride as he carried her back up to her house. The door was still slightly ajar, and he kicked it open before entering.

"I want you so much," he murmured into her ear as he set her down on the floor. "I've needed to feel you with me since I caught your scent this morning. I don't think I can even wait to get you in the bedroom."

With that, he ripped open his s.h.i.+rt and threw it aside, standing before her and staring down at her with a look of burning arousal in his eyes. Gemma's own eyes widened as she took in his tight, well-muscled chest and arms. It looked even better than she had pictured it in her earlier fantasy about him, and she reached out to touch him, gasping as she felt another bolt of electricity shoot through her veins.

He leaned down with intent in his eyes, and Gemma knew that he was going to kiss her. As she felt his lips pressing against hers, she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven, and fireworks seemed to go off everywhere in her mind. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft for a man, and he immediately took firm control of the kiss, his tongue gliding in between her parted lips and greedily exploring her mouth like she was a feast fit for a king.

Gemma had never been kissed like this, and she couldn't believe how it was making her feel. It was as if no one else had really ever wanted her before, at least not as much as the gorgeous wolfman standing before her now. She had never felt so desired in her entire life, and when he broke away, he saw her face and smiled down at her with an amused flicker in his eyes.

She knew that her face was bright red, and as he reached for her shoulders, she felt her chest rising and falling in short, quick breaths beneath the thin fabric of her nightie. Paul's hands coasted over her shoulders, caressing her soft skin before sliding the nightie straps slightly down, and after flas.h.i.+ng her a wolfish grin, he yanked the straps down. With one fluid motion, the cotton nightie was on the floor around Gemma's ankles, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

"How did you do that?"

"I'm a werewolf. We aren't just half-wolf, we are also very strong and fast when we need to be. How do you think I got here so fast when I smelled you were in trouble?" he said, his eyes lingering on her full, soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the rounded curves of her hips and belly.

Suddenly remembering that she was naked, Gemma felt self-conscious all over again. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Paul stopped her, grabbing her hands and entwining them with his.

"You are perfect to me," he said. "I don't want you to ever be ashamed of who you are."

He looked so earnest that Gemma had to believe him. Taking a step back into her lounge room, she allowed him to look at her. As his eyes lingered on her entire naked body, he let out a series of low growls with his jaw clenched, as if he were trying desperately to control himself.

l.u.s.t curled in the pit of Gemma's belly, and she bit her lip as she watched him. That seemed to inflame his desire even further, because he growled and then moved closer to her, scooping her up in his arms again. He placed her on the sofa so that she was sprawled on her back again and then pounced on her, one of his legs nudging hers apart so that he could position himself on top of her.

As he settled his weight on top of her, Gemma could feel how hard he was through the pants that he was still wearing. Reaching down, she tentatively touched him in that area, but he pushed her hands away, grinning.

"Not yet. It is my job to make my mate feel everything first," he murmured, leaning down over her right side and sliding his mouth over her ear.

She didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but something told her it was right, so she threw her head back and allowed him to take control. He began to plant soft, warm kisses all over the delicate skin of her neck, and seconds later, he nipped at her, sending a strange ripple of pain and pleasure through her system. She let out a small gasp and craned her neck back, wanting him to do it again.

Paul growled and then bit at her earlobe, eliciting another gasp from Gemma. She had never experienced anything quite like this before. When Jack had actually bothered to touch her, it had all been about him; her pleasure hadn't seemed to matter at all. Right now, though, it seemed apparent that the werewolf wanted to forego his own pleasure for a while, just to make her happy.

I think I could get used to this, she thought, a little smile playing on her lips as Paul slowly moved down the sofa, his mouth descending on different parts of her body as he did so. He continued to plant warm kisses on her skin and then nip at her on occasion, and when he reached her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he growled and took one of her already-stiff nipples in his mouth.

After swirling his tongue over it in tantalizing circles for a moment, he switched to her other nipple, paying both b.r.e.a.s.t.s equal attention. His touch sent warm s.h.i.+vers down Gemma's spine, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan of antic.i.p.ation as she felt the distinct heat that was pooling between her legs.

Desperately wanting release and knowing that he needed it too, she reached down and slid her hands through his hair before gently tugging on it. He looked up at her and grinned again.

"Be patient," he growled softly. "I need to taste you."

With that, he moved his body all the way down the sofa and then yanked her legs apart further, one finger tracing delicate patterns all over her inner thighs. When he reached the sensitive line between her thighs and nether regions, he settled his mouth over it, flicking his tongue up and down and sending a warm s.h.i.+ver of pleasure shooting up Gemma's spine.

She half-sat up and watched as the gorgeous man between her legs continued to nip and lick her soft skin, but when his mouth moved further to the left, she gasped and threw her head back, almost unable to contain herself. When he began to flick his tongue in deft circles over her c.l.i.toris, she was lost.

Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire as he lapped at her, and she bucked her hips up and down, trying to increase the pressure he was using with his mouth. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and a strong pressure was beginning to build in her core, demanding release.

His tongue continued to dance over her throbbing nub, and just as Gemma thought it couldn't feel any better, he reached one hand up and gently parted her folds, sliding one finger up to her entrance. She knew that she was already slick with her own desire, and she let out a moan as he pressed the finger inside, probing and feeling her warm tightness as she swallowed him up.

He began to pump the finger in and out as his tongue flicked over her, and Gemma tried to clutch onto the sofa underneath her to stop herself from writhing around. Moments later, the first waves of pleasure swept over her, and her entire world seemed to shatter around her as her climax gathered in intensity.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she gasped and sighed with delight as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, again and again, and when she had recovered, she saw Paul propped up on his elbows between her legs, watching her pleasure with a burning intensity.

His eyes seemed to glow an even brighter shade of amber as she stared back down at him, and his jaw clenched again as he began to move himself back up on top of her.

"Now it's time," he growled, reaching down and unzipping his grey pants.

Gemma moaned in antic.i.p.ation as he began to rub his hard c.o.c.k up and down her wet folds, teasing her until she thought she would go insane if she didn't feel him inside her right away.

"Please!" she whimpered in frustration. "I need you."

Paul leaned down and kissed her again, and as his tongue danced into her mouth, he pressed himself inside her, stretching her and filling her up like never before. As he began to thrust in and out of her, hard and fast, his hips and groin rubbed up against hers, stimulating her still-sensitive c.l.i.toris until she felt another pressure building in her core.

Moments later, the pressure was exploding out of her again, and she gasped in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure washed over her again, seemingly sweeping her over a cliff and past her peak.

Reaching around, she grabbed his taut behind and pulled him closer, moaning as she felt him reach even deeper inside her. He continued to move in and out, getting harder and faster with each thrust, and Gemma couldn't believe that these heights of pleasure were even possible. This is what I've been missing out on, she realized, and right then and there she knew that she could never be with another man. Her perfect man was right here, on top of her and inside her, and she looked into his eyes as she moved her hips back and forth, matching his rhythm.

Her breathing became increasingly ragged as she moved beneath him, and she didn't know how much more she could take. It all just felt too good. Paul seemed to sense this, and he slowed down and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her up before kissing her again.

Gemma quivered and trembled uncontrollably underneath him, and as she hit another peak, her toes curled and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head with pleasure. Paul let out a soft groan of pleasure as her muscles erratically contracted and tightened around him, and seconds later he pulled out of her and lay back.

"I want you on top of me. Claim me as your mate as I have claimed you," he growled.

Gemma didn't need to be told twice. She climbed onto him and straddled him, and then lowered herself back onto his thick c.o.c.k, gasping and throwing her head back as she felt him fill her again. She was so slick with desire that he had no problem sliding in and out as she began to bounce on top of him, and as she looked back down at him, she saw him clench his jaw and bite his lip, his yellow eyes blazing with l.u.s.t.

She began to rock back and forth, moving her hips up and down and then from side to side in a figure-eight motion, and her werewolf lover closed his eyes and groaned loudly. Gemma knew that she was going to make him come soon, but she wanted one last o.r.g.a.s.m from him before they finished. Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it on her curvy hips, and then moved his other hand to her belly.

He knew what she wanted, and he slid the hand on her belly further down until he was stroking at her c.l.i.toris. He brushed the pad of his thumb against the pulsing nub with delicate precision, and Gemma threw her head back again, gasping as she felt another wave of pleasure crash over her, flooding her mind and body with a delicious warmth. As her core contracted and released, she heard a low growl from Paul, and he moved his hips up in one last motion before being overtaken by his own pleasure.

As he came, Gemma leaned down and kissed his neck and chest, enjoying the sounds of his deep groans. A moment later, all she could hear was the sound of his heart beating rapidly and his quick, shallow breaths, and she rolled off him and lay on the sofa next to him.

When he had caught his breath, Paul gently grabbed her face and brought it towards his. Kissing her again, he nibbled on her lower lip before pulling away.

"You understand what this means, right?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "You are mine now, and I am yours.

"Yes," she replied breathlessly.

"Good. I think I said this earlier on, but I'll tell you again. I think that if you're going to be with someone, it needs to be for the right reasons. Before I even saw you, your scent told me that you were right for me. Everything about you is the right reason for me to be with you," he growled.

Gemma smiled and snuggled into his arms, deliriously happy. The past day had been utter h.e.l.l until she had met the gorgeous werewolf, but he had made all her problems disappear with ease. As she considered what he had just said, she realized that he was right. She had been with Jack for all the wrong reasons, and now that she was with Paul, she was finally with a man for all the right reasons. She fell asleep in his arms right there on the sofa, finally content with her life and happy in the knowledge that she had found the right man, and that he had found her too.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf.

A light breeze swept through Charlotte's hair as she made her way up the hillside, kicking mushrooms over as she went. She didn't want to be out here tending to the sheep today, but her father had taken ill. When he hadn't been able to leave the house, he had asked her to attend to his shepherding duties for the day instead, and she had to say yes because there was no one else that could do it.

Her three younger sisters were already married off to young men from the village and had their own jobs to do in their own homes. As the eldest daughter, Charlotte should have been married years ago, but she had never been able to find a decent suitor. She a.s.sumed that most of the men weren't interested in her because of her buxom frame and plain brown hair, and she had all but given up hope. Her sisters had always received all the attention with their dainty little bodies and fine blonde hair, and Charlotte had always been ignored as the 'chubby' sister.

With the rare few men that had displayed interest in her in the past, she had immediately rejected them, despite the pleas from her family to settle for them. They all seemed weak, and she was a strong girl. She needed a man who was dominant and masculine; someone who could actually deal with her instead of just giving up. Alas, there were no men like that in the small village below the mountains, so it seemed as if she would be all alone for a long time, living with her father and helping him around the house.

Sighing, she sat on a small promontory and looked at the sheep below. They were well-behaved animals, which made her task unbelievably tedious. All they did was eat gra.s.s and wander around, bleating on occasion. While she was filling in for her sickly father, it was her job to protect the sheep from possible predators, but it was just so boring. There hadn't been wolves sighted in these parts for months, and after only a few minutes of sitting and watching the sheep, Charlotte already felt as if she might go insane sitting there all day. I really don't know how Father does this. He must have a great deal of things to think about, she thought.

As she sat and tried to distract herself from the boredom, she thought of all her sisters and the attention that they had received their whole lives. I want attention for once! Suddenly struck by inspiration, she got up and raced down the hill, back towards the village. This will guarantee me some attention, she thought with a smirk on her face.

When she reached the village, she panted as sweat trickled down her forehead, and a few men turned to her.

"Charlotte? Are you okay?" one of them said, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"Wolf! There's a wolf," she said, leaning over and trying to catch her breath, "I ran here as fast as I could. I saw it stalking around the fields up in the hills. Father is sick, so he cannot chase it away, and I don't know what to do!"

"Wolves haven't been spotted around here in a very long time," another man said. "It must be time for their mating season or something. Quick, let's go!"

He had fair hair and blue eyes, and the look on his face made Charlotte want to melt right into the ground. He looked so worried and yet so handsome, and for once, she was the one getting all the attention.

"This way," she said.

She ran back up the path that led to the hilltop fields and led the men up to where the sheep were kept. When they arrived, the docile animals were still lazily eating gra.s.s, and one looked up and bleated at the new arrivals before wandering away. There was no sign of any trouble.

"There's no wolf here," one of the men said, turning to Charlotte with an accusatory stare.

"But... I saw it!" Charlotte said, desperately wanting the men to stay and keep her company. It was so nice to have them around her for once, worrying about her and paying attention to her instead of simply commenting how beautiful her sisters were.

"Where did you see it?"

"Just over there," she replied, pointing into the distance.

One of the men stood on the promontory and looked, s.h.i.+elding his eyes from the bright sun as he did so.

"Well, it looks like it's gone now. We'll head back to the village, but if you see it again, just run down and call to us. We'll be back up in a jiffy."

Sighing, Charlotte sat down again and watched as the men left. Back to being bored. Although, she could easily get them back up here again; like they said, all she had to do was cry 'wolf' and they would be back in an instant.

Knowing that she would have to bide her time, she sat and lost herself in her imagination for a while, closing her eyes and picturing what she would do if one of the men actually displayed interest in her. She had never seen a man without clothes on before, but she had heard many stories about what their naked bodies looked like.

Whenever her sisters came to visit, they would gossip about their husbands and their bedroom activities, and while Charlotte would feel the usual tinge of shame for still being unmarried, she would also feel another strange sensation deep in her belly. She would feel an odd twinge in her core, as if she were being pulled towards something that she had not yet discovered, and warmth would spread down from her neck until it reached the area between her legs. When that happened, she would excuse herself for a moment and reach a hand up her skirt and petticoat before furiously rubbing on the small, hard nub directly between her thighs.

It always resulted in some sort of wonderful explosion inside her, and she would have to bite her lip to stop herself from gasping and moaning in pleasure. Despite how good it felt, she knew that it would be better with a man, and not just an imaginary one that she dreamed up as she touched herself.

After several more hours had pa.s.sed, Charlotte decided that it was time for more attention to be paid to her. It would be dark in only an hour or so, and then it would be time to herd the sheep back to her father's property where they were kept in a pen for the night.

She got up and ran back down to the village, shouting that the wolf had returned. The same men from earlier quickly followed her back up the hill, and she pointed in a random direction, feigning a terrified expression and making her hands shake on purpose.

"It was over there, and it was closer this time!" she said, her voice quavering.

The men looked around again.

"I don't see anything," one said, looking suspicious again. "How is it that this wolf keeps getting away so fast?"

"I don't know," she replied, chewing her lip nervously. "I suppose they are just very fast runners. Maybe my screams scared it away."