Howl at the Moon (16 page)

Clyde was a dream.

On his back, he wore a cape that looked like a fur pelt. Startling white, the pelt reminded her of the wolf in her dream and she imagined that Clyde could turn into that wolf. Her body went into overdrive the minute his searching gaze found hers. He smiled softly and Tatiana could see the difference in the set of his shoulders. He seemed calmer, more sure, as he walked toward her. The crowd parted, some reaching out to shake his hand as continued toward her. He never broke eye contact with her until he stepped up behind Sharice and caught the tail end of some blabber she was saying.

“That’s funny,” he interrupted and Sharice nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun around. “I don’t remember having you anywhere near me during the nights, or the days for that matter. Tatiana? You would think we would remember if someone was in our bed,” he finished and Tatiana gasped, staring at him.

“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone about that,” she said laughing and enjoying his banter.

“Well we did decide to tell everyone at the ball tonight. It feels like now is a good a time as any.” Tatiana laughed even harder as Sharice stood red-faced between them.

“You guys are together?” she asked, shamed face.

“Didn’t you know?” Tatiana tossed back, stepping around Sharice and going into Clyde’s arms. He felt so good. She dug her nails into his chest and moaned in her mind. He was so warm and real against her. She was so happy that he was back.

“I have missed you,” she whispered to him.

“I’ve missed you at well,” he answered, caressing the bottom of her cheek and then lifting her face to his searching kiss. His lips were warm and soft against hers as he nibbled at her bottom lip. He bit it a little harder to open it up. On her gasp, he fitted his mouth to hers and turned his head to get closer. He pulled her tighter into his arms and snaked his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced against each other’s as her body warmed, her nipples grew had, and moisture leaked from her pussy. She wanted him so much.

Everyone had disappeared until all she could focus on was this man and the taste of him. His scent was thick like rain on deep brown soil. He smelled of earth and wildness and she loved it. She let herself wrap in it as she held on. His mouth left hers and trailed small kisses along her cheek and down her neck before he stood and looked at her with eyes blazing with desire. Now, when she looked at him, he had the same starburst quality to eyes that Ethane and Collin had. He had become one with his wolf.

“Will you dance with me, Cinderella?” he asked then, bowing gallantly.

“I don’t know, Prince. Some people tell me I have two left feet.”

“Oh, I doubt that. Anyone who moves in bed like you can’t have two left feet.” She laughed, remembering a time when she told him the first thing a woman looked at with a man was whether he could dance. If he could dance, then he was good bed.

“Then perhaps you’re right. I just may surprise both of us on the floor,” she returned and followed him to the floor. They left a sputtering Sharice in their wake.

Clyde wrapped one arm securely around her waist and grasped her hand with his other hand as she wrapped one arm around his shoulder. As the slow song was played, they waltz around the room. She truly felt like she was finally getting her prince as they twirled around the floor between other dancers.

She could hear people laughing and the clink of champagne flutes giving a salute but she never looked away from Clyde. He was all that she wanted. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes while they danced. One song melded into another as they moved, never saying a word. Finally, Clyde stopped as the clocked tolled the first chime of midnight. He looked down at Tatiana then.

“What will you choose, Tatiana? Will you choose me and the wolf?” He took one step back when the chime sounded again.

“Will you choose to be mated to a shifter?” he asked taking another step, another chime.

“Will you have me forever, or will you walk away? Choose us now and I promise you that I’ll make you happier than any woman has ever been.” Each step rang in her ears with the sound of the gongs.

“Choose quickly. As the last bell rings I will be gone,” he said and turned to walk toward the door.

Tatiana didn’t know how many chimes had rung but she didn’t really care. Clyde was the man that she loved and she would give anything to be with him. She would always choose him, always want him. In that moment all the fear of what he was and what he had become disappeared. She did what any self-respecting woman who was madly in love would do. She picked up her skirts and ran after him. She slid in front of him and his hands came out to steady her as the back of one heel snapped and the shoes fell off her foot. He held her steady on one six-inch stiletto as her toes wiggled in the cool air. She wrapped her arms around him.

“Cinderella has already chosen Prince Charming,” she whispered against his mouth, “I choose you, Clyde. I have always chosen you and the wolf is just another part of you. Take me home.”

Chapter Nineteen

She was eager to be with him once more and didn’t want to waste the time to go all the way to Clyde’s central Houston home. The traffic would have been hell and with the way she was feeling right then, she knew it would be too much to bear.

Clyde lifted her off her feet, nearly running into her front door. He put her down with a sheepish grin and she opened it for them. He followed her into her bedroom. He kicked Tatiana’s door closed with a resounding pound before stalking to her.

He pulled her into his arms and plundered her mouth with his, his teeth nipping, his tongue dueling. Soft growls filled the room. She didn’t have time to fear them and if she even thought about it, she no longer afraid this man. This was the man she loved and he had asked her to choose him. She had, wholeheartedly. Her hands clenched into the soft pelt at his shoulders as he nipped her bottom lip roughly and then licked away the ache.

“I have missed you so much,” he whispered against her mouth and she took his words in on a swallow. He pulled her tighter into his arms. His fingers worked hurriedly at the hooks at her back. When the top of the dress gapped open, he pulled it down with gentle hands, sure to be careful with the beautiful material.

“You looked like a goddess tonight. No princess had ever looked as beautiful as you,” he said with a sigh, kissing his way down her neck to the heavy globes of her breast. He cupped their weight and squeezed as she gasped above him. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and rolled the tip with his tongue. She tried to wrap her legs around him but realized she was still trapped in her dress.

“Clyde,” she begged and he pushed the material over her hips until it pooled at her feet. Slowly, she stepped out of it and he released her long enough to pick the dress up and lay it across a chair in her room.

“I think Aaron would kill us both if we messed up that dress,” he said with a chuckle as he turned back to her. He froze in place. She was kneeling on the ground where he left her, legs gapped wide, waiting for him. He breasts were on display as she lifted her arms over her head in a sexy stretch.

“Come on, big fellow. I’ve been wanting a taste of you.” A deeper growl permeated the air. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of the hole there. It stood straight, long, and pulsing with his desire. She licked her lips, hungry for a taste of him. She grasped the base of his cock and sucked the head into her mouth. He tasted so good. Earthier now than he had been before and she felt her pussy drench.

“Play with yourself, baby. Let me see,” he growled and snaked one of his hands down her body to pull her thong aside as she circled her clit. She moaned against his dick and he groaned at the vibrations. Her head bobbed steadily on his cock as she pumped her hand to meet her mouth on the areas she could not reach. Her tongue worked the bottom of his helmet and then swirled over the top as she moved.

“Like that. Tatiana, like that,” he commanded and his hands gripped her head. She stopped moving and let him guide her sucks on his cock. He moved her head slowly back and forth, as his hips pumped as well. She relaxed her throat so she could take him in as deeply as possible and felt his precome hit the back of her tongue. She swallowed the musky flavor as she continued to suck him, hollowing out her cheeks with each motion. His cock glistened with her saliva and she thought she had never seen a prettier sight in her life.

“Mmmm,” she moaned against his flesh, sucking harder and then using her teeth to slightly graze the flesh of his helmet on a backward stroke. He cried out above her, his hands clenching into her hair. She pulled her mouth away from him, pumping his cock for a few moments, and then slapping the head against her swollen lips.

“Damn, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled. There was something so erotic about him still standing fully clothed and her nearly naked as she played with him. She sank one finger into her aching pussy and fucked herself slowly as she sucked him back into her mouth. She clenched harder with her hand on his cock with each pulse of pleasure on her pussy.

“Tatiana,” he moaned and pulled his dick out of her mouth. “I want to be inside you now.” As she stood, she stepped back toward the bed and slid her underwear off at the same time. She kicked the flimsy bit of fabric away and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. She played with herself as he removed his clothing. Finally, his rock-hard body was exposed to her. She saw once more the Viking god that he was. His blond hair and electric blue eyes hypnotized her. She looked at him, at the hard pectoral muscles, the hard plane of his abs, the thick oaks of his thighs, and the powerful calves and feet he had. This was a wolf in human form. He was made to hunt, made to run, and made just for her.

“Please, Clyde,” she begged, her back arching, as she grasped one nipple and twirled it between her thumb and forefinger as her other hand forced her fingers inside of her pussy faster and faster. “I want you to make me come.”

“My pleasure.” She heard his voice through a fog of desire. He walked to the bed and then crawled over her and kissed her mouth. His hand covered hers and he forced her fingers deeper into her body. “Are you ready for me? Are you wet and aching so bad that you’ll take my cock all the way to the root? Do you want me that bad, Tatiana?”

“Yes,” she moaned back. He removed her hand from her body and pinned it to her side on the bed. He grasped one of her legs with one strong hand and lifted it up. His cock aligned with her pussy as he watched her.

“There’s no turning back from here. I’ll never let you go,” he growled. Tears misted her eyes as she nodded her answer. He began to slide into her. Her body came alive as he sank each glorious inch of his cock into her. The slide through the sensitive tissues of her pussy felt like it would go on forever. He pushed closer to her on the bed so that he could fit in another thick inch.

“Yes, Clyde,” she moaned, curling her nails into the bed cover. He lifted her leg higher and braced her ankle on his shoulder until he could sink all the way inside of her.

“God, that feels good,” he moaned and stayed still for a moment. Tatiana released her death grip on the cover and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Kiss me,” she commanded and his mouth met hers. Suddenly the control he’d had snapped. He slammed into her body, forcing her leg up even higher. His mouth never moved more than a breath’s whisper away from hers and she tasted his hot exhale on the tip of her tongue. He moved roughly against her. Each pound knocked his groin into her clit, which peeked out of its little hood.

“Harder, baby, harder,” she urged and he did as he commanded. Each thrust had the heavy sac of his balls slamming against the flesh of her ass and nothing had ever felt so good. She felt the ripple of pleasure go through her. She had her Clyde, her wolf, and he was giving her everything that she could have hoped for. He was making her fantasy come true and she never thought that she would be so lucky to have everything that she had wished for. But here she was, just on the edge of making it real.

It was so different with him now as his body rocked into her steadily. Somehow, she knew that this was forever. That she would never lose him and she finally understood what Ayana and Sean had been telling her all along. To have the love of a wolf was much more than she ever could have imagined and she was appreciative that she got the chance.

Clyde groaned and let her leg drop to the bed as he pulled out of her body. Before she could say anything, he flipped her over and lifted her ass high into the air. “I need,” he began and then stopped, shaking his head, as if not able to explained what his body needed. But Ayana and Sean had prepared her and she knew that his wolf needed to claim its mate. He needed to mount her from behind and latch his teeth into her flesh until the heavy knot in his cock expanded and he could say the ritual words that would make his bite a permanent mark on her flesh. Then, she would never be able to escape him.

“Come on, baby,” she said to him, grasping the globes of her ass and spreading them open, her chest pressed into the bed for support as she looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m here. Come get what you need.”

He grasped her hands over her ass and helped her keep the globes open as his cock found her pussy again. He slid in and the edge of his cock touched the mouth of her womb and she screamed. She had never felt him that deep. He thrust long and hard inside of her, pushing her body higher and higher toward the sun. He leaned down and his heat blanketed her as she wrapped his arms around her and forced his cock harder into her.

“Yes. Yes, Tatiana. Take me baby. Take all of me.”

She tried her best to do as he asked. She braced her knees on the bed and pushed back with every one of his outward thrusts. She felt him shake and felt quivers as her pussy locked tighter, gratification just on the horizon. His teeth grazed over her neck and she felt her climax draw closer.

“Please. Please,” she begged and his teeth sank into her flesh. She screamed as explosive pleasure shot over her and her pussy milked his cock with each thrust. He moved once, twice, a third time, and then she felt the thick swelling at the center of his cock and her body tightened and withered against him. She felt a curious click in her mind as if everything was locking into place. Her heart, which had only been a half, was being stitched to another to become whole. Clyde’s voice, deep and heavy, filtered into her mind.