Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Fenris shrugged. “Of course, I could be wrong. I’m just barely a member of my pack, recently reached my majority. But most of the older females I’ve seen aren’t nearly as attractive as you are. Hell, look at your mother. You’ve got good genes, I’ll give you that.”
She caught the smirk he tried to hide. The wolf thought to rile her temper, and he’d almost succeeded.
“I’m just a babe,” my ass. Twenty-five or not, Fenris commanded attention.
Though she refused to admit it aloud, she wanted to see him in that other form again.
The werewolf wasn’t the beast she’d expected.
Or maybe that was because it came from Fenris, a golden Adonis in wolf’s clothing.
Her mother gushed over Fenris’ flattery.
Her father rolled his eyes and changed the subject.
They talked about her father’s enemies, namely her Uncle Mikhail, while they finished dessert.
She understood the importance of ridding the curse from her family.
Rudra tried to decide if she felt relief or annoyance that she’d be stuck with Fenris for another few weeks.
More time for sex, which her libido clearly welcomed.
But she sensed danger in the male. She didn’t understand him, and she didn’t know why she wanted to know him.
Thoughts about using him to infiltrate the Silver Clan confused her. Rudra had always been one to exploit an opportunity to bring her clan back into the Great Forest. But using Fenris felt oddly wrong. As if he mattered more than the clan.
Look at her parents, hanging on his every word. They saw him as some kind of savior. To her father, Fenris would stop an ancient wrong. To her mother, Fenris became the son she’d never had and the father of her future grandchildren.
Rudra’s sex clenched, wanting to make those grandchildren right now. Shit.
Calling on her discipline, she willed her arousal, if not away, at least to the back of her mind.
Rurik stood and shook Fenris’ hand. “Well, then. We’ll see you tomorrow. I can’t tell you how much your help means. I know I acted like I’m not giving you much of a choice, but…” His voice trailed off as he stared at her mother then Rudra.
“I understand.” Fenris nodded. “Actually, I’m in no rush to return home. I don’t mind staying.”
Home. The Great Forest, where the Silver Clan gathered.
The familiar rage flamed to life once more.
As they left the cottage, Rudra tempered the need to keep the golden wolf safe with her desire to make things right for her clan.
Not only would Fenris help her father, but she’d also make sure he helped the wolves his kind had been only too happy to push away.
An ironic justice, if she thought about it.
If she could think about anything. Her body didn’t much care who the hell Fenris was at the moment, hungry for the golden wolf that she couldn’t stop wanting.
Fenris inhaled and stopped in his tracks. “By the Wolf, you’re dangerous.” He backed her against a tree and leaned close to kiss her.
She stopped him with a hand to his chest, pleased to feel his heart beating like crazy. “Not here.” Where anyone could see. “You’ll come home with me. Then I’ll do whatever I feel like doing to you.”
Rudra tested them both. Did he have the ability to take orders? Did she have the wherewithal to resist him for the short trip to her home? He smelled so damn good.
“You’re in charge,” he growled, and his canines glinted in the moonlight.
Just what she wanted to hear. Before she could move, he stopped her.
“Wait.” He turned suddenly and tensed, keeping her pinned to the tree behind his broad back.
She smelled Jericho before she saw him. He ambled out of the woods, looking bored. “Alpha. Wolf.” He nodded to each of them. “Everything okay with the folks, Rudra?”
Her beta had no problem letting them know he’d followed them, taking care of her the way he normally did. Fenris didn’t seem to like it. Though smaller than Jericho in his human form, he bristled with rage and took a step in the lumbering bear’s direction.
“She’s fine,” he rasped, his inner wolf clearly coming to the surface. “She’s with me.”
“I see that.” Jericho leaned against a tree and rubbed his back, sighing with pleasure. “You have a good night. I’ll be close by, in case you need me.”
“She doesn’t need—”
“Thanks, Jer. See you tomorrow.” Rudra tugged Fenris after her, not sure how she felt about Jericho’s approval.
She loved the big bear like a brother. They’d grown up together, and in all the time she’d known him, he’d never given an interested male his support.
Then along came a golden wolf with Silver Clan ties.
Jericho might as well have handed him the keys to the castle by stepping back without interfering.
For his part, Fenris had twice now followed her orders, giving no one any reason to believe he might be stronger than her and doubt her leadership. Which, in her status as alpha, meant everything.
Though she could do much with sorcery, she could only use it as a human, not as a wolf.
Fenris, in werewolf form, could resist her magic and tear her body—human or wolf—in two, and he had to know it.
Yet he’d deferred to her in front of her parents and now before Jericho.
Thoughts of using him to further the clan’s agenda faded from her mind as they neared her front door.
She pushed past it and dragged Fenris inside, excited at what she had planned.
The door banged shut behind them.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
In the dark, his eyes glowed. As her sight adapted to the lack of light around her, she absorbed his masculine strength, thinking she’d never seen a man so well put together.
She hurriedly stripped and stepped back, thrilled at his thick erection.
He didn’t even try to hide his response, and she loved that honesty.
“Now what?” he asked, breathless, like her.
Rudra shoved him hard into the wall behind him. He narrowed his eyes, but before he could protest, she waved a hand, paralyzing him with her magic. “Now, you listen to me. I’m the alpha here. You do what I tell you to.”
“Look, honey, I’m eager to please, but let’s face it. You just think you’re in charge—” He stopped when she dropped to her knees in front of him. His whole body tensed, and his cock bobbed, the head slick with moisture.
She licked his shaft, and he growled her name.
Rudra took him into her mouth and played with his balls.
Running her hands along the hard globes, she squeezed and teased as she laved his cock with her tongue and nipped with her teeth.
Fenris moaned and tried to move, but helpless under her spell, he could only stand there and endure.
She tasted his need, his hunger that went far deeper than the physical. Something inside her responded to his magic. Whether it was the sorcerer or wolf, she didn’t know. Or care. His excitement increased her own.
“Oh, fuck. Give it to me.” His low growl sounded desperate.
She sucked hard, and he shuddered. His shaft as hard as iron, his balls tight against his body, Fenris teetered on the edge. She scraped his thighs with her nails, and he gave a desperate snarl.
“Who’s in charge?” she whispered and cradled his balls in her palm.
“Shit. You are. Please, Red. Suck it. Make me come.”