Tales Of The Sazi 05 - Moon's Fury (19 page)

That one word brought shivers, and the sudden pounding of her heart increased when he leaned closer. It was the scene in front of Rosa's all over again. She waited, transfixed, as his aura surged over the top of hers, teasing her skin and raising goose bumps. By the time his lips touched her cheek, she couldn't seem to breathe. His tongue flicked lightly, removing the crumbs, and the scent of pine trees and sweet musk filled her nose, turning her mind to putty. She found herself turning slightly to meet his mouth and it was waiting, frozen in place, when she did.

His grip on her wrist tightened just a bit as his lips brushed hers, and paper rustled from his other hand reaching forward to ease behind her neck. She'd expected the kiss to start slow, but it didn't. There was near desperation in the way his jaw worked against hers, his tongue circling and exploring as he pulled her head tight against his. Beard stubble tickled her chin as he twisted his head slightly. He tasted of peaches and sugar but, underneath that, was fur and fresh deer. She realized she'd never actually kissed another Sazi…at least a wolf. There's been that one cat in Wolven academy, and while he was an excellent kisser, among other things, it had been casual—this
wasn't.
Her hands started moving of their own accord, pulling away from his grasp to explore his neck, his hair, while he turned his tongue into a hot wire from her mouth to her stomach. Damn, he was a good kisser!

She lost track of time as his mouth worked over hers before moving to suck on her lower lip hard enough to make her groan. He went to her jawline next, tiny little feather kisses accompanied by magic and tickling, sandpaper rough hairs that flowed shivers across her skin. By the time he'd reached her neck and ear, he'd pushed back his chair and lifted her over to straddle him. She could feel the swell in his pants through her own thin jeans and a sudden spasm down low pulled a sharp hiss from her.

"Damn, you smell good." His words came out a husky, growling whisper and his hands tightened on her waist.

"So do you." The growl was apparently contagious because it was in her voice, too. And she wasn't lying…he did smell incredible. His musk was increasing and she couldn't help but roll her tongue against his neck. The sharp, sweet taste caused shivers to turn into a pulse that swelled her skin and turned the air around her to fire.

Things started to happen too quickly to follow—his hands under her shirt, unhooking her bra, while she tugged his shirt out of his jeans. The shirts disappeared in a few seconds, nearly breaking the chain of her necklace, and suddenly there was skin against skin, while his mouth moved from one breast to the other. He nipped and sucked at her nipples, grinding those coarse hairs against her sensitive skin, while she cried out, dug fingers into his shoulders and pushed herself down to rub his erection against her. She growled and lowered her head to his neck, biting sharply into the skin. She rubbed her hands along his chest, her healing magic finding each closing wound and smoothing dimpled scars into smooth, perfect skin once more.

Another growl rose from her, and he answered with one of his own. But this one was different and his magic pushed inside her violently …pulled at her wolf and called to the moon. He started to snuffle against her neck and then ran his tongue slowly up, from shoulder to ear. The reminder was abrupt. A sudden panic filled her mind even as her body soared higher, encouraging his hands and tongue. He said she
smelled
good!

¡Madre de Dios!
It was happening again. The tea should last longer than this. It always had in the past.

"Adam…we have to stop." She fought to get the words—closer to whispered pants—out, because part of her didn't even want to say them. And she was glad he didn't stop when she asked. He continued to flick his tongue against her hardened nipples while raising his hips to press against her. It felt so good. God, it felt good, and she wanted him inside her. Her hands reached toward his belt buckle, and he moved her backward on his legs to give her room before returning his hands to smooth against her spine, trailing magic like tiny electric fingers that caused another series of contractions inside her. She watched with horror as her own desperate fingers undid his buckle and started on the zipper even as she tried to pull back.

She swallowed hard, fighting the need. She was really going to do this if she didn't fight harder. There would be no protection from whatever he wanted, and however often he wanted it. She was alphic, and could wind up pregnant or…worse. In desperation, she yanked his head backward with both hands, using his hair as a handle. His eyes were fully glowing with a deep, almost violet light, and he growled again, baring his teeth. Only a flicker of humanity was still in those eyes. He was nearly lost to his animal. "Adam! Listen to me! It's happening again, and you have to help me stop. I'm going into heat. We can't do this …not like
this.”

His biceps flexed, trying to pull her against him again. His low, rumbling growl made her breathing still. His muscles were so smooth and solid and her body ached to feel them surround her. Hot tears welled in her eyes as
Mami's
battered face came to her mind again. She understood now …knew what the prayers had meant, and why she'd been so afraid, and looked so …
hopeless. "Please,
Adam!" Tears began to flow down her face, even as she released him and buried her face in his hair. "I do want to do this with you someday, but as
humans,
not…animals! I don't even
know
you yet!”

Cara's body, or more precisely, the wolf
inside
her body, fought for control and her tears wet his hair as she sobbed
,
knowing what was going to happen. His hands were between them, loosening her zipper, even as her own hands had finished opening his. His cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, pulsing against her hands as she ran fingers along the length of it. It would feel so good…she needed him to ease the aching.

She surrounded it with one hand, squeezing lightly as heady musk filled the air. But then Adam paused, his fingers just inside the elastic top of her pale blue silken panties, brushing the already slick hairs.

A violent shudder overcame him and his hands moved back to his sides. When she looked down, they were clenched into white-knuckled fists and a fine trembling vibrated his muscles. She leaned back, her hand still involuntarily resting against his crotch, and looked at his face. His eyes had stopped glowing and were filled with understanding and …horror.

"Not like this." He repeated the words shakily with a low rumble still threading through his voice. He shook his head, as though trying to clear the need from his mind.

The wolf in her railed against him stopping. She growled again, ending with a needy whine, and waited for a response. But he gritted his teeth and refused with a firm shake of his head.

"Please
—" The word had double meaning and she hated the desperate tone from the two halves of her mind. Stop. Don't stop. Each equally needy and praying he'd listen. He took a slow breath and then released it, while she sat on his legs, naked and hungry for his touch. "We need to calm you down. That's the first step." He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up and away from his open fly. "I know this isn't your fault. Will and Viv explained it to me back at the motel. So I know you can't just step away and let this go. Even if I walked out, you'd go out and find someone else, and you might hurt him." She knew it was true, even as the words left his mouth, and the thought of it sickened her enough to make bile rise into her throat.

He held up her arms so her hands were in front of her face while she swallowed hard and stared at him with desperation, not daring to speak.

"Can you lock your fingers together for me?" She nodded yes, but then her hands refused. They turned in his grip and began to stroke his hands while the wolf opened her scent glands wider. He closed his eyes and let out another shaky breath. "Shit, woman! You could make a fortune bottling that stuff. I feel like a teenager locked with naked cheerleaders in the shower room right now—not sure where to start first." Another breath and a sharp head shake. Then his eyes met hers again. "Fuck. Okay, let's try again." He moved her wrists so her hands were resting on his bare shoulders. The wolf liked that and began to knead the muscles while he groaned.

He raised his hands between her arms, being careful not to brush against her breasts. His face twitched from time to time as she pressed against his crotch, trying to encourage him, even as she fought to keep from doing it. "Okay, this is something my mom used to do to us kids when we were little—on nights the wolf got too hard to handle.”

She couldn't help but laugh. Even the wolf found it funny. It took him a moment to get the joke, but then he chuckled. "Not quite what I meant to say." He placed his palms flat on her cheeks, and then began to stroke the skin on the sides of her nose with his thumbs, applying a light downward pressure. He pushed his magic in a flowing wave that tingled every hair like an electric current. The first, almost lazily slow, caress made her eyes open wide as a shock of sheer pleasure clenched her body enough to hurt. The second movement of his thumbs froze her in place as intense waves of warmth swelled her skin. On the third stroke, her fingers dug into his shoulders and she threw back her head, crying out as a violent orgasm swept through her body. The tingling contractions and out of body sensation must have lasted for the better part of a minute, while she ground herself against his crotch with short, frantic movements and dug fingers into his neck. It really
did
feel like her heart stopped for a long moment in the middle, just like she and Yo used to read about in novels. It was easily the best climax she'd had in her life and that made meeting his eyes all the more difficult after. But when she could catch her breath, and see again through the dancing white lights that had erupted in her vision, she had to ask. It took two tries before she could get the words out, but she
had
to know. "Your
mother
used to do that?”

Adam's face was stunned and his hands frozen in place where they'd been before she pulled away and screamed. His scent was embarrassed beyond belief, and his voice horrified at the implication.

"Well, certainly not with
that
effect! It made
us
fall sleep! I was pressing along where your whiskers are in animal form. It's supposed to be calming." He lowered his hands, not quite sure what to do with them now, as he flushed and laughed. "Wow …well, I suppose it did still solve the problem.”

Yeah, solved one but started another.
She loosened her grip on his shoulders and looked around as heat rose into her face, searching on the floor for her shirt. But it wasn't on the floor. One of them had flung it across the room, where it was hanging from a cabinet pull next to the refrigerator. She glanced at him again, obviously uncomfortable with bare chest and open jeans. He was still erect, probably painfully so, but she didn't know what to do about it without making things worse. Would even standing up start things rolling again?

Adam noticed where her eyes fell and shrugged, then pushed her backward gently with his hands safely on her jean-clad hips, until she was on her feet off to the side. "I'll live. Guys get used to this sort of thing, don'tcha know. Just don't ask me to try to zip up or walk for a few minutes." He chuckled again nervously and pulled his chair forward until his legs were underneath the table. She couldn't see where her bra wound up, but she quickly retrieved the shirt and buttoned it while he put his elbows on the table and dropped his forehead into his hands with a groan. "Oh, and you might want to brew up some of that tea you mentioned this afternoon and maybe open a window. That scent is making me want to do some pretty strange things.”

She hurried to do just that, because with his head down on the table, every muscle in his broad back stood out in sharp, defined relief. Even now, she fought the urge to run her tongue up his spine between the ridges of muscle. She had to close her mouth after she realized she was actually drooling on the floor.

Yeah, definitely time for a cup of tea.

14

Adam knocked on the door of Lucas's room, the early morning sunlight not quite breaking over the treetops yet. A light breeze pushed a scent across his nose that smelled remarkably like Cara.
Uffda!

Everything smelled like her this morning. He couldn't get the scent out of his head. Dew, peaches, and honeysuckle musk, like some seductive wine that made him drunk with the barest whiff. He'd spent the whole damned night dreaming of her—his mind working through a dozen scenarios where they didn't stop. In some, he'd taken her right on the tabletop; in others, he carried her upstairs to her bed. In a few, they'd run outside in their other form, letting the night air thrill across their fur as they—

"Come in." The voice from behind the door startled him enough to make him flinch and for the hundredth time, he had to shake the images out of his mind. All the better reason to talk to Lucas. Adam opened the door and found Lucas seated at the desk, a dozen files open all over the room. Ziri was in a chair next to the bed, watching cartoons on television with rapt interest, even though the sound was off. There was still plenty of noise from her crunching down a bowl of Corn Flakes. The scene made her look like every other kid on a Saturday morning—if you didn't look at her clothing too closely.

"Do you have a second? I need to talk to you.”

The visual contrast struck Adam as funny while he waited for the other man to reply. Lucas was barefoot and wearing faded jeans and a well-worn yellow shirt with his name, the word
coach,
and a snarling wolf emblazoned across the back, while wearing a Rolex and chewing on the end of an expensive, engraved fountain pen. He circled an item while waving Adam to a chair. "Clear off a place to sit and grab some coffee. I just need another minute so I don't forget what I wanted to tie together in these files.”

The coffee was the same brand as he normally bought, so he poured some in the surprisingly nice mug from the motel tray and added some cream from a miniature white pitcher. Either the motel did room service, or Lucas had already been down to the little restaurant on the corner to snag real cream. He sipped and watched the television with Ziri, who turned to him once when a commercial came on and smiled. She pointed to herself and said, "Ziri.”