Chapter 13 #2
Hank paused at her side while she looked around. “The masks were a gift from a friend in the African branch of the Kinkaid Clan,” he told her, pointing to several lion-themed masks of natural wood and fibers in a primitive style. “The baskets are from my mother’s extended family in South America.”
“Let me guess,” she said, moving farther into the big room. “The clocks are German.” He had a small collection of miniature mantle clocks displayed on one dresser.
“My father came from a noble family in Austria,” he said quietly.
“The clocks are all that’s left of his family’s ancestral home, which was destroyed in the war.
His great-great grandfather was a clock maker and collector.
These were his pride and joy. My grandmother kept them safe and passed them down to my father, who left them to me. ”
“That’s really nice,” she said, running one finger along the edge of the dresser where the clocks were displayed. “You don’t have them running? Do they work?”
“They do. I make sure to check them over every year, but the ticking drives me nuts,” he admitted, making her chuckle.
She turned to find him right beside her. In fact, her little spin ended with her in his arms. Tricky. But she liked it.
“The bed has cotton sheets I picked up in Egypt. They’re as soft as clouds,” he promised, an anticipatory glitter in his sky-blue eyes.
“I may have to check that out,” she replied, trying to sound serious when, in fact, all she wanted to do was jump his bones.
“I think that can be arranged, but first…” Hank took her hand and led her over to the nightstand where a small monitor sat, dark.
He plugged it in, and the screen came to life, showing several images in a split screen of the outside areas around the house.
He inputted a few commands, and the screen switched to showing a full image of the camera in Emma’s room.
Another touch on the screen brought up a light hum of ambient sound from that same camera.
“We’ll hear if she moves,” he promised, setting the monitor back on the bedside table.
Tracy took a moment to check that her little girl was still sleeping comfortably.
In fact, it didn’t look like she’d moved at all from the position she’d been in when they left her.
The day had been tiring for her, but exciting too.
Emma showed every sign of enjoying her adventure—her first real trip away from Texas and the Big Wolf Pack.
Hank put his arms around Tracy’s waist from behind and nuzzled her neck. “Now, where were we?”
She turned and put her arms around him, smiling up at him. “I think I was about to ravish you.”
“You were?” He smiled in mock surprise. “I thought it was going to be the other way around.”
She tilted her head, considering. “Well, maybe we could have a little of both?”
Hank’s grin widened. “I like the way you think, sweetheart. I truly do.”
They helped each other undress, kissing, licking and pausing now and again to push fabric out of the way and off, onto the floor.
As they slow-danced their way ever closer to the bed, they left a trail of discarded clothing behind them, like a trail.
By the time Hank lifted her up and lay her down on the bed, she was as naked as he, and her temperature was steadily rising into oblivion.
When he came down to lie beside her, she pounced on him. Her inner wolf was calling the shots now, and it had waited too long for the man it wanted. Tracy’s human half wanted to slow things down…at least long enough to find a condom.
She must’ve said the word or maybe Hank was thinking along the same lines, because his arm flailed out to stab for the handle to the nightstand drawer.
He latched it on the third try and pulled it open.
Inside, Tracy saw a small box that looked new.
It was still wrapped in clear plastic. She reached for the little box and began tearing at the uncooperative plastic.
She growled as it resisted her fumbled attempts to pierce the slick outer shell of cellophane.
Hank chuckled as he reached out with one half-shifted claw and nicked it for her.
Why hadn’t she thought of that? She pushed the thought aside in her frenzy to get the rest of the flimsy barrier away from the paper of the box.
Then, she was in, and there was more plastic and foil, but this time, she was happy to see it.
She tore one of the little packets off and threw the box back on the nightstand.
Sliding down his body, Tracy held that single packet between her teeth, careful not to let her inner wolf elongate her canines into something that would render the prize within the little packet useless.
She hadn’t done this very often in her life, so it was both new and exciting as she tore open the little holder, then took Hank’s hardness into her hands while she dressed him.
Rolling that condom over his erection turned into an excuse to caress him, and she could tell she was turning him on even more as his hips levered up off the bed, into her caress.
She had to chuckle at his eagerness, though it matched her own.
“Down, boy,” she chided, giving him an extra squeeze as she licked her way back up his body.
It had only been a short time, but she was already addicted to him.
She wanted him more than she wanted her next breath.
“I think this is the part where I ravish you,” she told him, looking into his glowing eyes.
Oh, yeah, her man was as excited as she was.
“I’m yours,” he growled, spreading his arms out at his sides dramatically. “Do your worst.”
A growl from her inner beast answered him as she rose above him, straddling his middle. She reached behind, finding his hardness, and lowered her body onto him, taking him in one long, slow stroke as his body vibrated with a low sound that could have been a purr.
When she was seated fully, she paused for a moment to savor.
He felt so good. The perfect size and shape for her.
He always had been. This was just part of the reason she’d been so unable to deny him back when they’d first hooked up, but it was a compelling one.
She’d never been so compatible with another man physically…
or emotionally. Her cat-man always seemed to know what she needed, and he’d been not only a generous lover, but a really good companion to a woman who had always been more lone wolf than Pack animal.
She began to ride him, slowly at first, then increasing in speed as her passions rose to overtake her. Hank’s hands went to her hips, guiding her when she began to falter, her body moving in fits and jerks as a small orgasm took her.
He was still hard within her as he rolled them over and loomed deliciously above her. “I think this is where I get to ravish you,” he told her, a loving smile on his face even as his body trembled slightly with peaked desire.
Then, he took over.
Hank rode her, this time, slamming into her in a way that made her feel his ultimate possession with an indescribably pleasure.
He knew every place to touch her, every stroke that would drive her wild.
In minutes, or maybe hours, she flew again, to a much higher place.
A place she had only ever reached with him.
Her Hank. Her lover. The father of her beloved child.
The most special man she had ever known.
They came together, each rumbling a growl that probably would have been roars if they had been able to be as loud as they wanted. But it was all good. The beautiful reason they had to be quiet was fast asleep in the guest room and they would do what they had to do to make sure she was undisturbed.
Hank settled next to her, holding her close in his arms as they dozed. He took care of the condom, at some point, and rejoined her in the bed. They dozed for a bit, and Tracy was able to look over at the monitor to be certain her baby was all right in this strange new place.
They made love again in the deep of the night. This time, it was slow and seductive, Hank pulling out all the stops in his promised ravishment of her body. He was a beautiful man and a fantastic lover. He sent her to sleep with a lingering smile on her face that lasted well into the morning light.