Werewolf Upstairs (29 page)

“Don’t give me that look,” Konrad said.

“What look?”

“The one that says you’d like to wipe the floor with me.”

“Sometimes I wish I could. This is one of those times.”

He threw his hands in the air and paced across his living room. “There’s got to be another way. I don’t want you using the pack for my alibi. Besides, it’s not as if any of them would remember where I was on any particular evening in the early 1990s.”

“I beg to differ. It sounded as if some of them remembered a meeting that took place that night.”

His jaw dropped. “You…you spoke to them?”

“Oh course I spoke to them. How would I know if you had an alibi or not?”

“How?”

“I did my research and found the only private school once run by a certain Konrad Wolfensen, and then I went to Newton and asked to meet with the faculty.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Well, at first I just said that I was your lawyer and that you were being accused of a crime I believed you were innocent of committing and that we needed an alibi if they could provide one.”

“Roz, these are the same people who ran me out of town and threw me out of the pack.”

“Well, they wanted to help. It seems like the guy who replaced you as the dean is a real ass hat. His secretary’s words, not mine.”

He laughed. “Good. What else did you talk about?”

“Well, they wanted to know how you were, and how much I knew about you.”

He looked at her askance. “What do you mean?”

“They seemed really concerned for you.”

“Not that. The other thing. What did you tell them you knew?”

“That you were a werewolf.”

Konrad gasped. “Why the hell…Do you know how much danger you were in?”

Roz shook her head. “No, they seemed really nice.”
I sounded really lame, saying that just now.

Konrad dropped onto his sofa and covered his face with his hands. “That was insane. I thought I told you that the number-one responsibility of werewolves was to keep humans from finding out we exist. I don’t know why they didn’t kill you.”

“Well, they were getting their hackles up until I told them I was your mate.”

He looked up at her in wonder. “You said that?”

“Yes.”

“How did they take it?”

“They wanted me to prove it, and when I told them we had telepathic communication, it seemed to change everything.”

He patted the seat next to him.

“Does that mean you don’t think I’m insane anymore,” Roz said.

“Oh, I’m still sure you’re certifiable. I just want to make sure I heard you right.”

She sat next to him. “Heard what right?”

“It sounded like you’ve finally accepted me as your mate.”

Roz folded her hands in her lap and stared at them.
You may have showed your hand a little too soon, Roz. Now what?

“
Now we celebrate, my love…in the bedroom.
”

Roz chuckled. “I should have known you’d hear that. And react that way, too.”

He scooped her up in his arms, carried her to his bed, and said, “You and I are two of the luckiest creatures on earth. So many people never find their soul mate.” He gently placed her in the middle and crawled in beside her. “I love you, Roz.”

He wasted no time pulling her into his tight embrace and kissed her senseless.

Roz found nerve endings she never knew existed tingling to life. His shadowy stubble subtly scraped her face.

He pulled back a moment. “Do you know how rare this is?”

“You mean making love with your soul mate?”

She noticed the tiny lines crinkling outward from the outer corners of his eyes as he smiled at her. “Yeah. Making love, not just having sex.”

“Rare and beautiful.”

He delivered another intoxicating kiss and stroked her back all the way to her buttocks, which he cupped tenderly.

She inhaled deeply, loving his scent, loving
him
so much it almost moved her to tears.

“Konrad?”

“Mmm?” He ran the backs of his fingers down the column of her neck, his touch so light and feathery she trembled. “Are you cold, love?”

“No. On the contrary, I’m heating up big time.” It was true. Heat raced up her chest to her face.

“Your sexy blush turns me inside out.”

She laughed. “I’ve never heard that one before, but I don’t think anyone but you has ever turned my cheeks pink, either.”

He began unbuttoning her blouse. As his fingers reached her breasts, he slipped his big hand inside and fondled one. Excitement ripped through her body.

“Oh, God,” she said breathlessly as she arched into his hand. Her nipple must have poked through the stretch lace of her bra, because he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh.” Her knees went weak. She couldn’t wait for a slow seduction. She grasped the hem of her blouse and undid the remaining buttons quickly. “I want you, right now.”

He chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

“Uh-huh.” She sat up, peeled off her blouse, and tossed it to the floor.

“Well, I intend to seduce you a little longer, so lean back and enjoy it.”

She giggled but flopped backward on the bed as he’d asked.

He leaned over, and his hot, moist lips slid softly against hers. She inhaled his faint exotic scent, some kind of musk-scented toiletry, if she had to guess. Or maybe it was just pure him. The movement of his lips over hers intensified, and soon he was demanding entrance.

She parted her lips and met his tongue as their mouths fused. The bliss she experienced when he kissed her like that was beyond description. Warm, undulating waves of pleasure invaded her from head to curling toes.

He tasted good, slightly sweet. He ran his velvet tongue around hers in an erotic dance and then sucked it. The resulting vacuum sealed their lives together as well as their lips.

She inadvertently moaned. He lifted his face, dipped into the hollow of her neck, and feathered kisses from her ear to her collarbone. His hand found her breast again and massaged it. She arched into his hand and begged, “Please, Konrad. Please—”

“What do you need, angel?”

“I need to get rid of these barriers. My bra. Our jeans. Everything.”

He smiled at her, stood, and peeled off his clothing while she lay there, doing the same. When he freed his enormous cock, it bounced up full and erect.

“Oh, God. You’re so—” Words failed her.

“Turned on?”

“I hope so. Either that or you took an overdose of Viagra.”

He laughed. “I don’t need any help making love to you, Roz.
You’re
my aphrodisiac.”

Crawling back onto the bed, he stared at her like he was starving and she was a juicy steak. The intensity of his gaze alone sent her heartbeat skittering. When he reached her breast he took the puckered nipple into his mouth and sucked. Meanwhile, his hand slid down her torso until he cupped her mons. His fingers teased her labia, collecting and spreading her moisture.

She moaned and arched with the pleasurable onslaught of sensations. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he broke the suction and turned to her other breast. As he suckled her thoroughly, he slipped one finger into her passage and then two. He thrust and withdrew until she was desperate for his cock.

“Please… I need you.”

He rose on his hands and locked his elbows. Gazing down at her, he smiled. “How about a little sixty-nine?”

“Ooo—” was all she had to say.

He turned around and straddled her.

No sooner had she taken his beautiful cock in her hand than he lapped her slit from the bottom of her labia to the top of her apex. She jolted.

“So not fair,” she cried.

“Why not?”

“I can’t get your whole cock in my mouth from this position. I think it’s the height difference.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty long in the torso. I guess you’ll just have to wait.” He went back to licking her clit.

“Ohhh…mmm…” She was able to run her tongue around the tip of his cock, so she wet it thoroughly, sucked the head, and pumped the shaft with her hand. His groan let her know he was getting plenty of enjoyment.

He increased his pace, flicking her clit with his tongue almost as fast as a hummingbird flutters its wings. The glorious friction created that familiar welling up of sensation deep in her core. Moaning, she had to let his cock pop out of her mouth. Tremors took over her legs as sensation shot through her. She exploded in pleasure and cried out. Ripples of bliss spread out to every nerve ending. Her orgasm lasted longer than usual and left her weak.

“Can I have your cock now?”

He peered down between his legs and grinned at her. “I think that can be arranged.”

Instead of moving a few inches, he vaulted over her and turned around so they were facing the same way, lying on their backs.

“You’re going to make me move?” She stuck out her lower lip in a fake pout.

“Only if you want to. I can skip—”

“Oh, no you don’t.”

She scrambled up onto her hands and knees and positioned her mouth over his erect cock.

“You don’t have to, you know.”

“What?”

“Some women find that distasteful.”

“Not me. I know it makes you feel good, and it gives me pleasure knowing I can do something so erotic for you. I love you, Konrad.”

He grinned.

She positioned herself between his knees so she could look up and see his face. He smiled and folded his hands behind his head. She sunk her lips down over his shaft and withdrew, applying suction. His eyes closed as he moaned.

She flicked the cock head with her tongue a few times until he moaned again and then took the length of his erection into her mouth—or as much of it as she could fit. She teased his balls with her fingers while she sucked his cock. His face held a look of pleasure and pain, yet he reached down and ran his fingers through her hair.

Knowing she and Konrad could bring each other such intense joy filled her with sexual power. He’d taken her to the brink and over. She wanted to do the same for him, and she knew she could, if he’d let her.

She let his cock slide from her lips long enough to whisper, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

His eyes widened and he stared at her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’ve never wanted to do that before you.”

He grinned. “Well, if it’s really what you want—”

“It is.”

She went down on his cock as if she had “Hoover” stamped across her forehead.

“Jeez, Roz!”

She glanced up and thought she saw his eyes roll back in his head. Should she stop abruptly or not? “Are you okay?”

“Hell, yeah. It just felt…really, really good. There’s not much you can do to hurt me, as long as you keep your teeth out of the way.”

“Oh, my God! Did I bite you?”

He laughed. “No. You were doing it perfectly.”

“Oh, okay.” She smiled, secretly satisfied that she’d figured out what gave him the intense sensations he always gifted her with. She returned to what she had been doing and watched his face. His eyes drifted shut and his mouth opened. He didn’t cry out like before, but his breathing deepened.

Eventually, just as her mouth was tiring, he trembled and jerked, coming in spurts. He tasted vaguely salty. She swallowed and continued until he stilled. Except for his panting breaths, he didn’t move.

“Are you all right, lover?”

A smile spread across his face, but his eyes remained closed. “Oh, yeah. I’m more than all right.”

He finally opened his eyes and grabbed Roz by her arms. He hauled her up on top of him and cradled her head with one hand as he stroked her back with the other. “I can’t wait to get hard again.”

She settled into his big, warm body and smiled.

***

A commotion in the hall eventually roused them from their satisfied afterglow. Konrad hopped out of bed and dressed quickly.

Roz followed suit. “Don’t tell me Morgaine and Gwyneth are fighting again?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like women yelling. More like grunting.”

He jogged out of his apartment and up the stairs to the third floor with Roz right behind him. Sure enough, Gwyneth was helping Joe move. She grunted under the weight of a heavy box. What surprised him, though, was Morgaine pushing a dresser from her apartment across the hall to Joe’s.

Konrad took the box from Gwyneth, lifting it as though it weighed no more than a cube of sugar. “What’s going on?”

“Joe’s movin’ out of 3A, and I’m movin’ in. Thanks for helpin’. That musta been a box of rocks.”

Morgaine stopped pushing and snickered. She whispered something to Roz behind her hand.

“Hold on, Morgaine. I’ll be there in a minute, and I’ll help you with the furniture.”

“I can help her,” Roz said.

“Well, don’t hurt yourselves.”

She blew him a kiss.

Morgaine elbowed her. “I guess you two have made up.”

“Oh, yeah. And then some.”

Konrad used his super-acute hearing to listen in as the two women continued to talk.

“What do you mean? Are you in love?”

He didn’t detect a response from Roz, but he felt better when he heard what Morgaine said.

“Finally! It’s about time. You’ll be moving next.”

Roz said, “Huh? Why? Do you know something I don’t?”

Morgaine chuckled. “Maaaaybe.”

Konrad wanted to get upstairs before Morgaine repeated the conversation he’d had with her about it, so he ran the rest of the way to the truck and back up the stairs.

He spotted Gwyneth coming out of Joe’s place with another box.

“Why aren’t you using the elevator, Gwyneth?” Roz asked.

“Joe’s had it all tied up with his furniture. I reckon he’s done with it now, though.”

“Yeah, he was just loading his headboard into the truck.” Konrad noticed she wasn’t struggling with this load, so he punched the button for the elevator, and it whirred to life.

“Let me help you ladies with the furniture going across the hall. Can you two lift that end if I lift this one?”

“I imagine so,” Morgaine said. “Why? You don’t want to scratch the floors?”