Vivian Arend - Granite Lake Wolves 2 (16 page)

Meeting wilderness guide Keil at the cabin starts cravings of another kind. Keil’s

one hot hunk of ripped, tasty male. Now she has to deal with raging hormones as

well as strange questions about wolves and mates and challenges to the death.

Keil was trying for a nice reflective retreat before challenging for the Alpha

position of his Alaskan pack. He wasn’t planning on meeting the woman destined

to be his mate, or finding out she’s not aware she has the genes of a wolf.

Between dealing with his accident-prone younger brother, a deaf mate with an

attitude and an impending duel to the death, his week—and his bed—is suddenly

full.

Far from the relaxing getaway any of them had in mind…

Warning: Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “talking with your hands”.

Includes dangerous use of sarcasm and hot nookie in a remote wilderness sauna.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Wolf Signs:

Robyn shifted uncomfortably on the bench in the annex outside the sauna. Keil

had gone back into the cabin with TJ and left her with the directions to relax and

wait for him while he grabbed a few things. She added a couple extra logs into the

stove, topped up the snow in the buckets and sat to wait.

It was damn uncomfortable to be sitting there knowing any moment a werewolf

was going to walk in the door and have sex with her.

Arghhhh. Even the thought made her twitch. What the hell was she doing? This

was crazy. It was beyond crazy.

The door opened and Robyn jumped. Sexual heat flowed off Keil’s body and

reached to caress her skin.

Okay. She remembered why she was going to do this. Every inch of her was on

fire and she was being drawn toward the tall, hard male as if she had ropes that

twined about her limbs, trapping her. Keil dropped a blanket on the bench beside

her. He glanced at her before lifting her chin with his hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take this slowly.”

Robyn dropped her eyes, blushing furiously.
“I’m scared.”

“Scared of me?”

“Kind of.”

His gentle hand traced over her ear and nestled in the hair at the back of her

neck.
“I don’t want to scare you, little bird. I want to love you.”

She lifted her eyes to his.
“I don’t know what to do. I mean, I
know
what to do but

I’ve never…”

Keil waggled his eyebrows and his eyes brightened. “I know you’ve never. I’m

glad you’ve never. It’s good that you’ve never. Now I don’t have to go track down

your old lovers to kill them.”

“Possessive much?”

“You have no idea. Yet.” Keil leaned closer to brush his lips over hers.
“Wait until

you are fully wolf. I bet you’re going to be just as possessive about me. Wolves

mate for life, and we don’t like to share.”

Robyn shifted again on the hard bench. How could she want this much and still

feel afraid to take the next step. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath,

trying to build up her courage.

A gentle touch pulled her to her feet.
“You’re thinking too hard. Let’s go slow. You

must be sweaty from our ski and digging up TJ. Let me help wash you up.”

Keil’s hands drifted over her shoulders, pulling her up against his body for a brief

caress as he reached behind her body to grasp the bottom of her long-sleeved T-shirt. With a slow fluid motion, he lifted it off her, then dropped it on the bench

behind them.

As his eyes traced over her torso, Robyn fought the urge to cover her chest with

her hands. Ugh. She had to decide to be seduced in a mountain cabin wearing her

plainest and sturdiest underwear. Luckily Keil’s face didn’t seem to express any

displeasure with what he saw.

And neither could Robyn complain. Keil removed his own shirt with one swift

yank and stood inches away from her, his rock-solid abs tempting her fingers.

“Damn. Just…damn. Is what they mean by washboard abs? Can I do some

laundry?”

Keil smiled and reached for her. Removing the tight sports bra didn’t go as

smoothly. In the middle of pulling it off, Keil’s hand got stuck in the twist of the Y

back and Robyn froze with her arms pulled over head, bra wrapping her tight with

Keil’s forearm. The heat rose in her face.

“Hell of a thing to happen, but don’t worry. This gives us some very interesting

possibilities.”
Keil lowered his head to press a kiss on her neck, fluttering soft

kisses down over the tops of her exposed breasts, sending chills shooting through

her even as he supported and stretched her arms above them.

His touch was gentle but the restrained power was there, under the surface. His

tongue stroked over her skin toward her cleavage then his teeth nibbled back up

the line of heat he’d created all the way to her lips. His hand was loose from her

bra and she lowered her arms slowly, his hot gaze never leaving her body.

“Take off the rest and I’ll get the shower ready.” He spun around quickly, leaving

Robyn wondering what she’d done wrong.

“Keil?”

His strong arms poured the heated water into the holding tank over the top of

the shower.
“I need to cool off a bit. You’re very beautiful and because you’re my

mate, I really, really want you. I’m trying to keep things slow here.”

After prepping the water, he placed her into the shower, turning her body until

she was wet from head to toe. With a flick of the wrist, he stopped the water and

picked up the washcloth and soap. Starting at the back of her neck, he rubbed

small circles over her skin, covering her shoulder blades, slipping over her spine

until his hands cupped both cheeks of her ass.

Robyn dropped her forehead against the side of the shower stall and closed her

mind to everything but the wonderful sensations racing over her skin at his touch.

The heat from the sauna warmed the side room they were in to the point that she

was comfortable even as droplets continued to cling to her skin. His mouth

fastened on her neck, lapping at stray pebbles of water pooled there. Her womb

clenched, releasing moisture as every stroke of his tongue sent thrills through her

body to increase the desire mounting deep inside.

His touch dropped lower as Keil squatted behind her, his hands caressing down

one leg. The small circular motions were driving her crazy as he teased, moving

closer to the core of her heat and retreating without satisfying.

“Turn around, beautiful.”

Keil’s voice in her mind was deep and dark. It sounded like rich chocolate and

Robyn was so into chocolate.

His voice made the tingles race.