Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf finds his mate (4 page)

“Quiet, you will call wolves to this cave. Few know where it’s located.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, “Tell me I didn’t see you change from a wolf to a man,” she said shaking and arms trembling at her side. Dropping the skins from her body when she stood, she was now standing naked in front of the tall handsome male. He grabbed her and brought her to him. Holding her close he gazed into her eyes and she locked eyes with this amazing man. She felt his body heat and warm her like she had never felt before. “I didn’t need to see that,” she said with her eyes wide.

“Quiet.”

His large arms with muscles rippling across his chest, tall and tough like the pines in the forest. She felt safe. She felt his manhood.

Once when she was threatened by a group of frat boys, her fiancé, Paul, asked if she did anything that made them want to attack her. And if that wasn’t a slap in the face, he even suggested that she may have dressed suggestive to bring on the attack.

She never forgot their faces. But she never reported them because Paul was a member of that fraternity, and he begged her not to, with all the usual reasons. Against her better judgment she didn’t report them. She did see a doctor and the news wasn’t good, and that was another reason to leave in the middle of the night, and put distance from him, and the horrific memories.

Adrienne knew then that Paul wasn’t for her. But this beautiful protective man had potential, if she could get over him being a werewolf and wanting to share her with his brothers, she would consider him as a potential, to put it into his words, ‘mate.’ When she saw her chance to leave Paul she took it. She wished she had made better plans before departing on this journey, which had turned into an adventure she could have done without.

“You’re going to freeze in the next few minutes if you don’t get some clothes on,” Wilder said with hungry eyes surveying her naked body.

“Where are my clothes and what am I doing back here?” He dropped his arms and walked away from her. With his absence, her scalp to her toes trembled from the cold when he took his heat away. She pulled a fur poncho over her head. It had been setting on a large tree stump used as a table.

“There are boots over there. I made them,” he said to Adrienne. She glanced where Wilder pointed. She took a few steps and picked them up. Then she sat on the rug and tried to pull them over her feet, where her naked crouch became exposed. She watched his manhood increase in size. Quickly she closed her legs when she noticed the look on Wilder’s face. She peeked at him, and he replied, “I made them for my mate. Female werewolves have smaller feet than humans. I’ll make you some tomorrow.”

“Well where is she?” Wilder didn’t answer because he had no mate. No one but her.

Then Wilder said, “I have to tend the fire and get you something to eat. Adrienne sat down on the rug and fell asleep. It had been a long day and night. All the excitement of the bear and learning that the notion of Wilder being a werewolf was real, and not a joke. She had to find out how that worked. And how could he hide their existence from the outside world.

She knew something of wolves. She knew that they had been hunted into nonexistence. There were a small numbers now inhabiting a few states in the U S and only a few left in Alaska and Russia. But how did they evolve into these creatures, sometimes human and sometimes wolves.

Wilder returned carrying a piece of smoked wild duck. “We’re running out of food. If my brother’s don’t make it back because of the heavy snow, I’ll have to go hunting.”

“How can you hunt with that wound?”

“So you care about me.” Yes she cared, but she didn’t want him to know.

“I just know that if you’re hurt then you’ll try something stupid and get killed and I’ll be alone here and starve before you get back,” she whined. He turned, eyes narrow and dark, and he gave out a growl. And she jumped. “I’m just kidding, but you ate all that food not me,” she reminded him.

“I can last longer than you without food. I can go without food for two weeks or maybe three, can you? I’m not doing this for me it’s for you,” he said his eyes now soft and clear. Adrienne forced a smile.

Sitting against a chair and eating the succulent duck, she sucked the juice from her fingers. “It’s the last one. You will have to eat some of the bear meat,” he said taking a long look at her breasts where the neck line of the poncho dipped.

She caught his gaze and put her hands over them. “I can’t eat that meat,” she said.

“You will have to,” he reminded her. “I’ll go out tonight.”

“Don’t leave me here,” she said pulling his arm. He glanced down at her hand on his arm, and tightened his eyes. “I don’t know your name and you never asked mine,” Adrienne said. “All you call me is female and I’m tired of that as if I’m not a person with feelings.” His face relaxed. “What if something happens to you? Then what?” She said.

“I have to get wood for the fire,” he said. He left in the direction of the bedroom to put on pants and a shirt, then he turned. “My name is Wilder.”

“My name is Adrienne. We have enough until morning. Don’t go. If you sleep near me, it can last until daylight. I don’t want you to leave me in the dark,” she said with her face taking on a calm glow, “and besides you’re hurt. Anything could happen.”

After eating and convincing Wilder not to leave her alone, Adrienne propped herself up to read. She needed to know more about the life she had been thrown into—Wilder’s world. She glanced over to see that Wilder had taken one of the pain pills, and looking at his magnificent body, with scars crisscrossing his back and arms, it’s was no wonder he had pain pills and antibiotics on his shelf.

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T
he cave turned bitter cold. She put down the book, walked and looked down on him sleeping, but he wasn’t sleeping, he could smell her body and he became aroused. He didn’t know how long he could keep himself from her. He couldn’t sleep or rest and he needed his rest to hunt and for his body to heal. She bent her knees and lay down near him.

She found pieces of cloth and fur to cover her vagina, disguising her smell. Lying near and being near him, she could tell how sexually aroused he had become. She felt the same, but she could control hers. Her body didn’t dictate that she had to mate with anyone if she didn’t want to but she did want to. She was afraid that her opening couldn’t accommodate his large penis. And what about his brothers? He has all but said that if she accepts him, she would have to accept his brothers. How would that work if she even considered such an arrangement?

Because of her past, she remained frightened of the idea.

Looking over at him she inched under his large arms and as if he knew she would be close, he raised his massive muscled arm, and she lay under it. Feeling the surge of heat from his body surround her, and the sensation of lying close to him, with her butt next to his large cock, she began to squirm around trying to get comfortable without waking him. His firm biceps were like rocks that held her in place and she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Yet she felt safe in his arms. She couldn’t imagine being any other place.

He moved closer leaving no room between them, no room for rejection, no room to deny him what he needed, and what she knew was inevitable.

Wilder let out a soft moan as he nuzzled his nose in Adrienne’s hair, sliding it down, down the softness of her throat. His lips caressing the throb and beat of her life’s vein. It called the wolf in him. The warmth of her neck ignited the bases of his animal instincts. Feeling her heart beat, he moved down her body and with his hand he placed her breast in his mouth and sucked her hard nipple, and he fell into the rhythm of her body.

Adrienne’s faint moan of pleasure echoed through the cave. It was loud and it escaped because the pad of his thumb inched down between her legs. She opened them wide and his finger touched her clit and she couldn’t tell if it was her moaning or Wilder. His mouth moved to the other breast and his hunting eyes lowered to her folds.

With his mouth on her tender nipple and his fingers entering her opening, he felt the warmth of it, drenched and tempting.

S
omehow during the night Wilder slept soundly, that meant that he was getting well or was it a feeling of contentment that had alluded him since he became an Alpha wolf. Wilder, the elder of his two brothers, Lycell and Drayton were born into a pack of werewolves, who had scattered all over the United States when men were hunting and destroying wolves out of fear and because they hunted the deer and elk like the humans.

The humans didn’t like encroachment on their territories just as wolves disliked them for the same reasons. The wolves had a right not to tolerate the humans because humans killed for sport, and rarely ate what they killed but wolves killed for survival.

His father the Alpha male sent them away when his mother, a human, gave birth to the triplet pups. They took their pups to a rendezvous site, the cave, where they could be safe, and brought them food. When they became older their father taught them to hunt. The werewolves couldn’t maintain large packs then because men would hunt them down and kill them, thinking they were only wolves. To prevent humans from knowing about werewolves, they dispersed throughout the US keeping their packs small. Some became important members of their towns inhabited by humans.

Wilder’s father a respected member of society was asked to run for governor of the state of Nevada. He couldn’t give up his nature of the hunt, and was eventually killed by a human. Wilder’s mother learning of her husband’s death didn’t want to live without him, and she lay in the wilderness and stayed in the elements until she died during the worse snowfall of the year.

He glanced over at the small human lying in his arms. She wasn’t like the females in the packs he controlled. Their father’s tried to mate him with them, but none were like the woman he saw before him. Her beautiful silken honey colored hair. Her arresting sparkling brown eyes. Her strength of spirit. She possessed a softness and kindness that he had never seen before in the females in his packs. When she looked at him there was no fear of him in her intelligent gold-flecked eyes, brimming with passion.

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H
e nuzzled his nose in her soft hair to catch her scent. She had the freshness of a wild flower and a fresh water stream filled with fish. A scent he would never forget or want to forget. She belonged to him and he would claim her for himself and his brothers.

Thinking that he could take her now and impregnate her, then she would have no choice but to stay with him, but he would have to do it soon. Who would accept a wolf pup, she would have to come back to him if she dared leave, he thought.

He placed his hands on her breasts. Her breasts stimulated all his natural feelings. His gaze soft and appreciative, admiring her full, gorgeous, firm, well-endowed breasts. She could have his pups and the possibility of siring twins or triplets would not be unheard of. His mother had triplets. His two brothers would have pups with her and soon he would have the pack that he wanted and they could rule over much of the U S. He wouldn’t need to leave to check his territory. He could stay on his ranch with Adrienne at his side.

Wilder made plans for Adrienne without consulting her.

He stroked each breast with his hands, and tongue, nipping and tugging with his mouth until they were swollen and red. Yet Adrienne didn’t protest. He felt he was too strong and he had to be gentle with the human. His mother informed her triplets that if they were lucky enough to find a woman who loved them, then they would need to be gentle and patient with her.

His large fingers eased through the fur exploring her thighs and between her legs. The pad of his finger found the spot and he rubbed her clit until she moaned. She lay on her back with her legs opened wide. Relieved that she wasn’t hairy like Werefemales, he let his nose trail down to her mound to take in her smell, which was intoxicating, it was a turn on to the highest degree. And he would never forget her no matter where she went he would find her.

Wilder’s excitement overwhelming, and he became full, his penis throbbing for release when he gazed on Adrienne.

He had taken the females in his packs, lined them up like an assortment of chocolate candy, and let his cock taste them one at a time, but none pleased him. Never had he been as excited or aroused by them as he is by this female, he thought.

Glaring at her he had to have her. Was it because she lay there so innocent sleeping that his natural animal instincts overcame him? She had to be the most beautiful human he had ever seen.

Massaging her clit, with the pad of his finger, it was swollen and hard. He slid three large fingers inside her warm soaked opening. He brought his fingers to his nose and he couldn’t bear it any longer. Enough! He needed her above all else and his body demanded it.

He leaned over her with his arms and fist on all fours, ready to kiss her tempting lips to wake her, keeping the weight of his body from touching her. His hard penis dripping with anticipation fell on her, and she opened her eyes.

“What are you doing?” Adrienne asked playfully with a smirk and a twinkle in her brown eyes. She knew and she wanted him as much as he hungered for her. Her glance traveled to his deep blue eyes, his dark curly hair, as black as a starless sky. His shoulders over her, wide, his arms firm and hard sent her heart pounding, and she felt a need for him to penetrate her.

He stared down at her and she became a statue. His pupils transforming into small slits, he left the man and became the wolf inside of him. He needed to mate and she needed him to claim her. Adrienne touched his chest, she ran her fingers up and down and lower until her small hand touched his penis. Then she eased down under him, and placed it in her mouth.

Never had he felt a sensation of that magnitude. She brought her mouth up, up to his manhood, she took it in, down into her mouth filling it. He raised his head and a loud howl and grunt of satisfaction echoed around the cave. When Adrienne knew that it was lubricated enough with her saliva, she took it from her mouth and eased up to face him. His eyes were once again the deep blue she loved. She helped him guide his penis into her soaked opening.