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Authors: Lexi Lane
The
doorbell rang again, followed by another barrage of knocks.
Staggering through the cottage Layla made it to the front door and
swung it open to see Lucas standing there in his uniform, a grim look
on his devilishly handsome face.
Everything
spun. Nausea made her retch and Lucas gripped her tightly as he
hauled her back inside the house and sat her down on the low
rump-sprung sofa.
“
You
got mauled by a wolf. A werewolf…” she broke off,
realizing how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. “What are you
doing here?”
Lucas
gave her a long stare, his face impassive. “You went to Good
Time Charlie’s, got totally drunk and wrecked your car. You hit
a tree. I saw you and brought you home since it looked like it was
all superficial injuries.”
Disbelief
filled her. “I got drunk? You brought me home?” Her
fingers went to her aching head, werewolves forgotten for a moment,
“What if I had had a concussion? Hell, what if I do? I could
die! I think somebody drugged me! You…you…what the hell
do you want anyway?”
Lucas
ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly and her face flamed
as she recalled what the last bit of her dream had been about. Her
eyes fell to his crotch and the outline of his cock: long and plump
against his thigh, made heat flare into life deep inside her belly.
“
Your
grandmother’s funeral.”
The
words hung between them. Layla felt her anger fade away, replaced by
deep sorrow. Her head still ached but now her heart did as well.
Tears welled up in her eyes and before she could stop them tears
rained down her pale cheeks. Lucas reached for her but she batted his
hands away, her sorrow and pain were eating through her defenses and
the last thing she wanted was to touch him. She was afraid if she did
she would do something really stupid, like toss herself into his arms
and refuse to leave them forever.
“
Layla…”
“
Oh
just leave me alone!” She cried, “You should know how to
do that! You certainly did it before!”
Lucas
dragged her to her feet and though she fought him he held her close,
she could hear his heartbeat, smell his cologne. His hands caressed
her back and she sagged against his broad chest, letting him support
her.
When
her tears dried he went to make coffee while she went to shower. An
hour later she was dressed, fortified with coffee and had a large
dose of concealer, an even larger hat and long sleeves to hide all of
the bruises. She had looked down at her arms in the shower and the
shape of the bruises there had made her knees weak because they
weren’t the kind of bruises that should have shown up on
someone’s arms. She had a vivid memory of the werewolf holding
her down, the paws pressing right there into that flesh.
They
set off for the funeral together, Lucas driving his patrol car and
her sitting silently in the passenger seat. Layla couldn’t
think of anything to say to him, she kept thinking of that strangely
real dream, the taste of his cock in her mouth and her eyes kept
going to his crotch and then away.
The
funeral was packed; Jean had been a beloved fixture in the small
town. Lucas stood at a short distance, across from her during the
outdoor ceremony and she glanced up to see him staring at her, his
green eyes solemn and the sardonic smile that usually lay on his
mouth replaced by a pensive expression.
Something
rose in her mind; a thought that didn’t have time to coalesce
then it vanished again, swallowed by more immediate things.
After
the wake was finished and she had managed to shut all of the good
intentioned women out of the cottage she wandered out to the porch
and sat down in an old bentwood rocker. The sea lapped gently at the
shore and a soft wind had sprung up, dark clouds dotted the far
horizon and she stared at them.
“
A
storm is coming.” Lucas sat in the rocker next to hers without
waiting for an invitation. She wanted to curse him out but she was
far too exhausted.
“
It
looks like it.”
Lucas
set the chair to rocking, its old runners squeaked on the wooden
boards. “I really miss Jean, she was one of the best parts of
my childhood.”
She
glanced at him, surprised. She had known, everyone had known, that
life at the Black household was hard. Lucas’s father was a
bitter man who drank too much and his mother had been a gray shadow
of a woman who rarely left her home. When she did it was to go to
church. Layla had never known how Lucas had managed to survive and
even thrive in that environment but she had never asked and, as far
as she knew, he had never discussed it either.
He
saw the look of shock on her face and smiled grimly. “I’m
bringing it up because it was Jean who asked me to leave you alone
after…well…look at your arms.”
Bewilderment
filled her. She looked down at her arms and back up. Lucas’s
fingers were gentle as he rolled the sleeves of her dress up to
reveal clear unblemished flesh.
“
That’s
not possible! I had bruises, big ones!” Confusion sucked all of
her words away.
“
I
know. You bit me and I wasn’t sure if that would matter,
typically one of us has to bite a human for the moon blood curse to
occur. It seems…”
“
Wait!”
Layla leaped to her feet, her face contorting with anger. “You!
You …you’re a werewolf! You ran me off the fucking road,
you could have killed me you bastard!” Her face went scarlet as
she remembered the rest of the events that had occurred the night
before and her anger grew exponentially with her shame.
“
It
wasn’t my fault. Everyone in town knows there is a huge drug
trafficking ring that has always used Good Time Charlie’s for
its depot! The unspoken rule is decent people avoid it because the
wolf clan keeps the drugs out of this town and …”
“
Wait,
do you mean that everyone in town knows you’re a werewolf?’
Lucas
sat down. “This town has long been home to the wolf clans. It’s
Maine, remember? We keep our business close and those from away at
arm’s length. We don’t eat people, if that is what you
are thinking—we worked that out a long time ago. What we do
need to do is mate, especially when the moon is high.
“
Most
of the women at Charlie’s know it and enjoy the wolf moons. You
came walking in and all hell broke loose. You left your shoes and one
of the other wolves was chasing you, I had to get to you first. You
running off the road was not entirely my fault. I thought you would
stop.”
“
Stop?”
Indignation filled her voice. “When a beast is on my hood you
expect me to stop?”
“
Beast?”
The amusement was up front and center. She wanted to smack the grin
right off of his face but another thought hit her just then.
“
Am
I…did biting you make me a werewolf?” the remembrance of
the coppery tang of blood filled her mouth at the question.
“
I
don’t know. You healed too fast for a human but not fast enough
for a werewolf. Only time can tell.”
“
Oh
God,” she sat back down, all the strength gone from her legs.
Lucas
stood in front of her, his face serious in the waning daylight. “I’ll
stay with you. The moon is on its last pass through fullness
tonight.”
“
Thanks,”Layla
said sarcastically.
“
You’re
welcome.”
She
knew he was being facetious and decided to let it pass. The waves
made a long hushed sigh and the smell of fish and salt stole across
the yard to mingle with the smell of the early blooming roses. She
got up and went inside, too overwrought to say or do anything else.
Lucas
followed her. The old screen door banged shut behind him and she
jumped, startled by the sound. “My grandmother knew?”
“
I
got bitten when I was seventeen. It was why I went to college here
instead of taking that football scholarship.”
“
I’m
sorry.”
“
Don’t
be. I love it here.”
“
Me,
too.” She bowed her head, tears leaking down her face. “I
used to wish I could live here forever, now I guess I may very well
get that wish.”
“
Is
that so bad?”
To
have to live within sight of Lucas for the rest of her life? To have
to see him and be unable to touch him? Yes, that was very bad indeed.
The words stuck in her throat and, with an inarticulate cry she
turned and ran right into his broad and comforting chest.
His
strong muscular arms picked her up and her legs went automatically
around his waist. She heard, dimly, the sound of her dress ripping
but she didn’t care. Her back hit the wall and a picture
rattled in its frame before it fell to the floor with a soft crash.
Her
fingers wound around his neck and his fingers fumbled at the zipper
of his slacks.
Her
panties were shoved to one side and his member probed at her opening.
She
moved a bit and then he was inside her, just a bare inch. His hands
lifted her, his fingers splayed out across her firm bottom. She slid
down the throbbing length of his shaft, moaning as he filled her
completely. His organ stretched her open and she took it all, aching
to have him even deeper inside of her.
The
wall scraped her back and her thigh was abraded by her panties but
she didn’t care. She began to thrust and moan, her hands
gripping him tightly for balance while his prick slid along her
slippery walls.
His
head bent to her nipples, he took them between his teeth, rolling
them around and licking them with an expert tongue. The sight of his
dark head bent to her pale breast caused a fresh flood of wetness
from her pussy, when his teeth grazed her neck she cried out and bit
back, her teeth nipping at his ear and neck.
His
fingers gripped her ass more tightly and his thrusts became frenzied,
harder. Layla responded to that by swinging her hips in a circle,
eliciting a gasp from him that made her smile in triumph.
“
I
want you to come for me,” Lucas panted out, his breath puffing
against her cheek. “I want you to come right now.”
They
both came, a sudden and violent orgasm that left them gasping and
staggering. She felt him growing flaccid and allowed him to lift her
away from him so that he could withdraw. Her panties were sticky with
their combined juices, they felt sodden and cold and she pulled them
off.
Lucas’s
eyes went darker. The shadows of sunset drifted across the floor and
Layla stared out the open window at the sky for a moment. High above,
barely visible, the moon rode the sky. It was a pale shadow but one
that would soon be a shining and silvered disc.
Her
blood beat in her veins and lust exploded within her. Lucas’s
green eyes were glowing with passion too and she swallowed hard,
wondering what the moon would bring with it.
“
I
have waited so long…” Lucas breathed and she felt all of
the old wounds heal over. No matter what else happened, they were
finally together. She had the man she had always wanted, had always
loved and as the moon sailed fatly and bright she ran with him across
ground, heading for a cave where their cries of passion could not be
heard by the humans in town.
The
town of Roseville, New York, was asleep; no one saw the blue lights
hovering over 1256 Highland Drive. No one noticed that Lindsay Oaks
was missing from her home, from her bed.
I
must be dreaming.
A
heavy leaden feeling was covering her, making it hard to move. It was
as if she were swimming up through a vat of molasses, her arms and
legs refusing to cooperate.
Lindsay’s
eyes flew open. Bright white light was everywhere. She tried to sit
up, but she was being held fast, her arms out to the side, her legs
spread wide. Her head was restrained; all she could see above her was
a white light. Only her eyes moved. She looked frantically from side
to side, but there was nothing except white light.
Suddenly
she felt something cool touching her face, moving across her
forehead, touching her in several places. She struggled to move away,
but couldn’t. Then she felt the same cool sensation running up
the inside of her thigh, gently probing, working further and further
up her leg.
She
tried to scream, but her voice was paralyzed; no sound came from her
open mouth.