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Authors: Yvonne Morgan

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“You’re pregnant? You’re pregnant!” She pulled Val into a hug of her own. “Oh my god! I mean congratulations! But Val
….
” She pulled away from her friend and studied her face. “Val, you’d be giving up so
much
.
And you hardly know him!

             

Stop saying that! Look,
I know. The
re’s a lot of stuff I’ll miss
--
m
ostly my best friend in the whole world. But, Caitlin, I’m in
love
with him
. I know I haven’t known him a long time, but I know what I feel
. I was miserable the whole time I was away from him. I know it’s a huge risk and I’ll be giving up every modern convenience, but love doesn’t exactly come around all that often. I’ve never been so crazy about any man. Especially n
ot one who’s crazy about me too!

             
“I just. Can’t believe it.”

             
“Caitlin…I know that we always had a thing where neither of us pries in the other’s love life, but…well, you’ve been miserable too. I can see that.”

             
She’s right. I have been.
  She shook her head.
“Val, there’s just no way it could work out.”

             
“Why the hell not? This place is here for a reason. If that kind of relationship never worked out, would they offer it as a choice?”

             
“I guess I never thought about that….”

             
Val kissed her on the cheek. “
Well do. 
Anyway, Anthony’s waiting in the room. I just couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”

             
They squeezed each other tight
ly
for a few minutes. “Why not give the guy a fair chance, Caitlin?
It isn’t like you could never come home if it didn’t work out!

             
A fair chance?

             
“Goodbye Val.” She sniffled and tried to smile for the last time at her very best friend. “I’ll miss you.”

             
“Me too.
But don’t just write me off! I mean, jeez, I can always come and visit you, where ever you end up!

             
Val
virtually
skipped to the door leading to the hall of historic dates and mates. “Bye Caitlin!”

             
In moments,
Caitl
in was left alone
with nothing but her thoughts.

             
Had she really given Killian a fair chance after all? Enough of one to learn about him, to
like him
, but a
real
chance?
Val is giving up everything for a chance at happiness. Would I really be giving up that much to be with Killian?
She turned toward the door she had rushed out of only minutes before.

             
They have technology there. Hell, this translator is above and beyond anything we have here.
She opened the door, walking down the hall to the room she had just vacated.

             
I
f things worked out between us, I
could always adopt children if I really want them. Come back for a frozen pop. Hell, as far as I know, I might be able to
have some with him. Ya never kne
w about these things.
She pulled out the crumpled paper she had hastily stuffed into her purse when Killian had left her, and started hi
tting the buttons on the console.

             
And Val’s right. I could always come back if it didn’t work out.
But…
Would he even be interested now?
That thought brought her up short, but she pushed it aside with an effort and finished.
He has to be. He just has to.
Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut and wished with all of her soul that he’d come back.

             
She sighed, almost sobbing in relief when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She turned into his embrace.

             
“Killian!”

             
“I thought you
said it wouldn’t work out.”

             
“I know what I said.

She tilted her head back and he kissed her lips and f
ace. “I want to give it a tr
y. Just a try. This doesn’t mean we’re getting married or anything. Just dating
… i
f you’ll have me?”

             
He gave her an incredulous look, sweeping her into his arms. She wrapped her own around him, nuzzling his neck, closing her eyes against the light as he carried her into another world.

             
“Welcome home.”

 

 

The End

 

 

Excerpt

 

 

Ravished by Wolves

 

By

 

Yvonne Morgan

 

 

 

 

 

© copyright October 2012, Yvonne Morgan

 

Revised and re-vamped from a previously published title, The White Wolf’s Curse.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

             
The muscles in Fador’s chest and arms rippled beneath her touch. Rachelle tried to be casual about touching them, but it made her blush the way he gasped as she slid her hands over his skin when he set her down on her feet. She turned and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

             
“Are you all right?”

             
She had no idea how far he had run with her in his arms, but it seemed he had been running in silence for hours. It was amazing to her that he had only recently started to pant.
He must be a professional runner or something.
What were the odds of that, though? He leaned up against a tree and looked up to the moon without answering her.

“Thank you. For saving me.”

He was like a dark knight come charging from the darkness to rescue her, but he seemed to have forgotten his shining armor.
And his clothes.
While he was distractedly standing with his face turned up and his eyes closed, she took the chance to study him. Rachelle’s eyes traveled past the long raven hair that fell past his shoulders to his face. He had a straight nose, square jaw and his skin looked swarthy under the pale light of the moon. She followed the cords of muscle down his chest to his rippled stomach and beyond. His body looked like a Greek statue.

Well, almost.
The Greeks would never have chiseled such a long hard cock on one of their statues. She felt her sex clench as she looked at it and tried to pull her eyes away. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen and she found herself yearning to touch him again. She looked back up to his face and found him staring back at her with a half smile on his face. Rachelle blanched.

“You’re welcome.”

“What? Oh.”

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face.

The heat that rushed to her face wasn’t the only heat she felt at that moment. Another one bloomed hotter as his gaze slowly swept down her body like a caress. Rachelle found herself speechless.
What in the world is he doing out here without his clothes? If he were one of the authorities he certainly wouldn’t be out here naked.
That thought cooled her ardor, but only a little. She tried to focus her concentration on his eyes, fighting the urge to allow hers to wonder again.
What in the world is wrong with me? I’ve never felt so…. Shut up Rachelle! My god, think of the situation you’re in. Control yourself woman. He’s just a man. A sexy man, but still just a man. Who just happens to be naked and happy to see you. It isn’t like he’s the first man who’s ever given you that look before.

He may not have been, but she couldn’t recall any of the others at the moment and didn’t think any other man had ever had such a powerful, physical effect on her body using nothing more than a gaze. She felt herself growing wetter the longer he stared at her with that look of hunger in his eyes, so she tried to think of something to distract them both.

“What about those men? Do you think they’re still following us?”

He laughed.

“There’s no one left to follow us. Not from that group anyway.”

His confidence in that was unnerving. Had he somehow been involved in the attack, or had he only lucked across it?

“Why exactly did you say you were out here?”

“I didn’t.”

“So…?”

“My brother and I were abducted and brought to this island.”

It was horrible to think they had brought men out here too. It was hard as a woman, but how must a man, as proud as they usually are, feel about being held captive like that? While she had not heard of any men being abducted, it did not strike her as at all odd that no one would report them missing. People expect men to be able to take care of themselves and they generally ignore it when they go missing, assuming they simply left town on their own. He seemed to be taking everything rather well, though it was hard to imagine that he wasn’t a proud man.
Must be keeping it inside.

Then she felt her heart skip a beat as she realized what else he had said.
An island?
Feeling faint, Rachelle slipped to the ground, resting her head against her knees.
How are we going to escape? If he was kidnapped too, he doesn’t have a boat. One thing at a time Rachelle. One thing at a time.
She looked up at the handsome man who had risked his life to save her and hoped he had a better imagination than she.

“So, where’s your brother?”

“Michael should be here shortly.” He reached down to Rachelle and took her arm, helping her to stand. “Are you all right? We need to keep moving.”

“I’m… fine. What’s the plan?”

“Plan?”

“For getting off this island. How are we going to get away? There’s no telling where we are or how far out they brought us. We could be anywhere!”

“Oh, Michael and I have been thinking about that. We have it all planned out. Don’t worry.”

Only too happy to let someone else do the worrying, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her back up against his chest. He took off at a trot and she tried to think of something to keep the conversation going but was horribly distracted by the throbbing of his rock hard cock against her side. 

             
“Um… how long have you been here?”

“Only two nights.”

             
Rachelle looked wistfully at his lips, wondering if they were as firm as they looked. Breathing in his intoxicating scent, she fought the temptation to find out. She was jolted several times as he leaped over fallen tree limbs and rocks.
He’s an amazing athlete. What stamina….

             
“I never asked you name. Here you saved me and I never even asked….”

             
“Fador. And you are…?”

             
“Sexy.”

             
“What?”

             
Realizing what she just said out loud, she felt a deep blush climb up her neck to her cheeks and imagined she was probably red all over at this point.
When did I get foot-in-mouth syndrome?

             
“I mean Rachelle. My name’s Rachelle. Um, where exactly are we going? How will your brother find us?”
How much more time alone with you am I going to have?

             
“Oh, it’s just ahead a little bit. We found it our first night here. As for Michael, he knows his way back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he beats us there.”

             
To her utter disappointment, they found out moments later that Michael had indeed beaten them to their destination. They came to a stop in a clearing in the woods, where a large tree had fallen. There was a thick carpet of grass in the middle of the clearing where the sun undoubtedly shone during the day. To Rachelle, it looked heavenly. As she slipped again out of Fador’s arms, she found the grass was actually surprisingly soft and spongy. 

A dark figure at the edge of the tree line stood and turned slowly around to face them. As he walked from the shadows into the light of the moon, Rachelle gasped.
Twins?

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