WithHerCraving (19 page)

His breath tickled her ear. The smell of his lust grew so
thick it stole the air between them. Katrin couldn’t take her next breath. She
opened her mouth but no words came out. Instead she breathed in his lust, gasping
when she filled her lungs with the smell of his need. Her body responded.

A pressure grew inside her pussy, swelling and throbbing
until she felt the moisture turn creamy between her legs. When she finally
managed a breath of air it was laced heavily with the combination of both their
lust. Katrin was sure there wasn’t a better aroma to inhale.

“Look at me.” Jarvis cradled her shoulders in his arm,
providing a pillow of rock-hard, bulging muscle. “Smell how good we are
together.”

She smiled up at his serious expression. “Is that enough?”

He wanted to make this work. Katrin didn’t need to sniff him
out to know that was true. Somehow she had to make sure they ran in the same
direction in their efforts to mold this into a lasting relationship. They would
always be mated. But would Jarvis run with her if he understood she believed
her Malta half to be as good as her Cariboo blood? Katrin had to know he saw
her gift as something good, a blessing, the way she did. She would always fight
not to let her gift get the best of her. But it would be a lot easier knowing
Jarvis supported her efforts.

“It’s the grounds to starting a solid relationship.”

He moved her towel, pushing until it fell open. Katrin
draped her legs over his legs and her bottom nestled against his cock. The
thickness of it stretched up his jeans.

If it hurt him he didn’t give any indication. Instead, his
focus turned heavy, glazed over, as he drifted his attention down her body. His
hand moved to where his eyes looked. Katrin continued staring up at him as he
cupped her breast.

His fingers moved, tracing the curve of them, circling them
with one finger, then rising up over each one as if he were drawing them in his
mind as he touched her. When he ran his index finger over her puckered nipple,
Katrin sucked in a harsh breath.

It wasn’t right to enjoy his attention so much when Katrin
knew they weren’t running side by side yet. It didn’t smell wrong though. She
was torn inside, yet the only emotion she smelled was thick carnal desire. Not
just from Jarvis. Her aroma rushed to meet his. The smell from their need for
each other was stronger than any emotion she’d ever smelled before. This wasn’t
wrong.

Jarvis shot his attention to her face. He stared at her only
a moment. He didn’t speak. Katrin’s brain was wrapped up in wanting him, and
needing the two of them howling the same truth. She didn’t know how to put that
into words. At least not right now.

His gaze was so heavy with lust. His focus was so intent on
her body. She lay there, relaxing against his arm, and enjoyed the intricate
attention he gave her body.

Four fingers brushed down her middle, past her bellybutton
and over her pelvic bone. Katrin opened for him, stretching without thought as
his fingers brushed over her pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered.

Katrin didn’t realize how lazy her gaze had become until he
spoke. She cleared her vision, once again staring up at his face.

“And you’re dressed.”

He took his time letting his attention drag up her body
until he looked at her face.

“Are you going to undress me?

“I can’t. I can only move—” Katrin swallowed the rest of her
words. He meant physically undress her, not by using her gift. She’d almost
completely blown it.

Something shifted in his expression. Lines hardened in his
face.

It was worse than if she’d been splashed in the face at that
moment with icy-cold water. Jarvis didn’t see the Malta side of her as a gift.
Nothing she might howl would change that right now.

Katrin moved in his arms, her hands trembling in spite of
her effort to smell calm, and grabbed his shirt. “I’d love to undress you, wolf
man,” she murmured.

The fog of lust had cleared from her brain but her body
still hummed with need. In that moment of clarity, Katrin realized she would
have to show her male how her Malta blood flowed through her veins with as much
honor as that of her Cariboo half. She could growl, hiss, snarl and howl the
truth of the matter and it wouldn’t do any good. Jarvis had already told her.
He’d howled his truth and she was just now hearing it. All his life he’d known
that Malta werewolves were bad. She wouldn’t be able to pull the smell of that
lie out of the air with words.

When she knelt, facing him, Katrin put her hands under his
arms and made an effort to lift him.

“Don’t make me move you by force.” She smiled and her
insides sizzled. The carnal side of her rumbled to life as she envisioned
ripping his clothes from that perfect body of his. Her prize lay just
underneath.

Jarvis moved with a speed too fast for a human. He stood and
pulled her to her feet. Katrin growled. Her body tightened, instinct kicking in
as fiercely as her desire for him.

“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives.” His hands
gripped her shoulders as he growled into her ear. “We’ll run together always,
Katrin.”

She held his arms hard enough that his muscles twitched and
flexed under her grip. His quick movement had brought forth the change, and a
craving too intense to slow down.

“You aren’t running anywhere right now,” she grumbled, her
words garbled from her teeth having extended.

When he grinned down at her, his incisors scraped his lower
lip. It gave him a roguish look. Katrin imagined his teeth on her flesh. She
tugged at his shirt until small threads in it popped.

Mentioning details of her gift had bothered him. Katrin would
give him time. He howled that he loved her, but he would love every aspect of
her.

But what if he never changed? And did she have a right to
demand he change? If he never approved of her Malta half, she would have to
hide it to hold on to his love. Katrin had just learned about and accepted this
beautiful gift her sire had given her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hide it,
at least not from those she loved.

His teeth scraped her earlobe then moved to her neck.
Katrin’s head fell back. She blinked, without caring what she saw, and gazed at
the sky between the tops of tangled branches. Her fingers were stumbling over
their task of freeing his shirt from his body.

Jarvis nibbled on her flesh, leaving it damp as he continued
a trek down her naked body. It didn’t matter what she saw. Suddenly nothing
mattered other than the sensations he was triggering inside her. And they were
exploding in multitude at a breathtaking speed.

“Your body is beyond perfect.” He scraped his teeth over one
puckered nipple, inflicting the slightest amount of pain and excruciating
pleasure all at the same time.

“Fucking tail!” she howled.

Katrin arched into him even as every inch of her stiffened
against the abrasion.

He hadn’t hurt her. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to draw
blood or cause her lasting physical pain. She was barely aware of how he held
her, preventing her from falling backward. Nor did she care any longer that
Jarvis remained dressed. The things he was doing to her had every inch of her
prickling with need.

“Each breast so round and full,” he murmured, his deep,
grumbly baritone assaulting her senses as well as everything else he was doing.
“And these nipples.”

His growls turned into a seductive hum when he sucked her
nipple deep into his mouth.

Katrin reached forward, needing to hold on to keep from
slipping deep into a space where she wasn’t sure she’d be able to return. She
dug her fingers into his thick hair and pulled.

His low growl turned fierce and a sense of control returned
to her brain. He’d attacked with his foreplay, making it intense and damn near
impossible to regain her senses. Yet somehow, moving, raising her head and
lifting her arms so that her hands dug into his tousled hair helped clear her
brain.

“You’ve got skills,” she said, her voice ripe with desire
and her animal side simmering so close to the surface. Her vision focused as
she stared at him, holding his head in place so he wouldn’t stop. “Give me
more.”

His growl of approval, then the way he glanced up at her,
nipple still suckled in his mouth, created a pressure in her womb. It was an
insatiable desire, crushing and pressing inside her. Katrin moaned, needing
more but never wanting him to stop.

“What would my sweet bitch like more of?” Jarvis held on to
her nipple with his tongue and teeth as he spoke. His moist lips tantalized her
flesh. At the same time his teeth, still slightly elongated, tortured her
beyond limits.

“God!” she hissed, and tugged harder on his hair.

She wasn’t sure if she was pushing him away or holding him
in place. He already had her so wound tight. The pressure inside her was
definitely at the boiling point, ready to explode from its containment and take
her with it.

“This. Everything. You,” she finally wailed.

Something flashed in his eyes as he chuckled. Jarvis had her
exactly where he wanted her. Damn it. Katrin wanted to be right where she was
as well. She wanted him loving her, adoring her, giving her every bit of his
undivided attention.

The dominant, aggressive female inside her rose, taking
over. Katrin pulled Jarvis’ head back. His open mouth and his wet lips were so
appealing she almost salivated in her eagerness to feast.

He blinked, his eyes only half-mast and stared at her. “Do
you want me?” he asked, barely moving his mouth.

Her gaze kept shifting from his eyes to his mouth to the
tightening of muscles in his face. She leaned in so their faces were so close
she lost focus.

“With all my heart,” she told him, and breathed in the
combined smell of her love and happiness.

Katrin brought her mouth to his, nipping his lower lip. She
tasted him. He growled and the vibration of it resonated against her mouth. A
rumble rose in her throat as she spoke to him in kind. But then her lips were
on his, taking all he offered. And she was starved.

Jarvis pushed Katrin to arm’s length. Her lips were swollen
and wet. Her damp hair streaming down her naked body. She was breathing hard,
damn near panting, and he continued holding her in place until her eyes focused
on him.

“Don’t move,” he instructed.

“What?”

The moment he let go of her she returned to him. He’d never
seen a more beautiful female. It was impossible not to stare at her damp,
puckered nipples. Jarvis loved her soft curves, and where she was solid as
well. Her tummy was flat and hard, her small muscle tone so perfectly defined.

“I’ll never get out of these clothes if you don’t stay put.”
Once again he put her at arm’s length.

“Oh.” She ignored him and walked back into his arms, putting
her hands between them and working his jeans.

Jarvis stepped back. “Let me adore you.” He sat and pulled
off his boots and socks, then hurried to his feet and stripped out of his
jeans.

Her scent was so strong it was like breathing in the perfect
drug. Jarvis was instantly intoxicated by the sweet, yet musky aroma of the
cream he knew clung to the bare flesh between her legs. He was pretty sure that
controlling his actions beyond this point might prove more than he was able to
handle.

“Katrin,” he growled.

Obedience might never be her strong point. As much as he had
loved the idea of her staying put, standing before him naked while he undressed
so he could adore her, he reached for her when she again walked into him.

“Fuck me, Cariboo,” she rumbled. Her husky voice was as
erotic as the way she moved when she cleared the distance and pressed her naked
body against his. “I need you inside me, now.”

“You’re going to get exactly what you want.” He prayed he’d
make it long enough to make sure she enjoyed what he offered.

Jarvis wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass. Her
flesh was warm. It felt flushed. He cupped her soft skin and lifted her. Katrin
instantly spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Oh yes. Just like this,” she moaned. Her arms draped over
his shoulders and she tightened her inner thigh muscles, clamping down against
his hips as she rose herself up, or tried to.

God! He loved her long, slender legs.

Jarvis stretched his fingers around her soft, smooth rear.
He instantly felt the heat from both of her tight holes. Her aroma grew
thicker, wrapped around his senses and lured him closer to the source he
craved. If he was a glutton for torture, so be it. Lifting her body, Jarvis
slid his fingers toward her ass and the entrance of her pussy. Her breasts
rubbed against his chest and her hard nipples distracted beyond reason,

“Please.” She whispered in his ear, lowering her face to
nuzzle against the side of his.

It took a lot of strength to not instantly succumb to the
sweet begging of his precious red Cariboo. Jarvis bit his lower lip and
growled. It was all the response he had. Then sliding his fingers over both of
her holes, he entered and stretched.

Katrin lurched in his arms. He held her firmly against him,
managing barely to prevent her from flinging backward the moment his fingers
eased into her ass and pussy.

“Dear God you’re wet,” he mumbled. Her sweet scent grew
tangy as heat saturated his fingers.

He slid deeper, her tensing and jerking against him allowing
him to enter where his dick longed to be.

“Jarvis!” she cried out.

Her pussy clamped against his two index fingers. Hot fluids
soaked him. Her tight ass gave way to his two pinky fingers. The heat inside
her ass was damn near too much to endure. His cock swelled and his balls
constricted. Pressure built inside him. It was enough to drive him mad.

“I can’t take it.” Again she whimpered. “Now. Fucking tail.
Now,” she demanded.

He stretched her farther. Both of his hands pressed just
above her inner thigh. He moved his fingers, feeling her cream thicken and
lubricate so he was able to glide his index fingers against her pussy walls and
his pinky fingers just inside the crevices of her silky-smooth asshole.

Jarvis braced himself. His leg muscles tightened. Holding
Katrin showed him that he might have just discovered his new favorite position.
He kept his legs locked firmly in place so as to hold her where he wanted her.
His cock danced and grew harder the longer he tortured both of them,

“All I want is to make you happy,” he grunted. Blood boiled
inside him. His brain was on fire. “As good as you smell now, I can’t wait to
breathe in how you’ll smell when you explode around my dick.”

“Jarvis! Enough of this torture.” Katrin shifted her weight
and tried reaching for his hands.

It resulted in him stretching her open even more. Katrin
howled. This time when she arched her back she let her head fall back. Jarvis
didn’t think but pulled his fingers out of her in order to grab her so she
wouldn’t fall.

“Oh! Shit,” she hissed, and the smell of her first orgasm
grew thick in the air around them.

Jarvis knew pulling out robbed her of the magnitude in which
she might have come. He hurried to make up for it. Adjusting her against him,
he once again cupped her ass and stretched her open for him. This time, instead
of his fingers, he slid his cock deep inside her wonderfully soaked pussy.

“Yes. This,” she panted. “Damn it. Now!”

Without waiting for him to start, she grabbed his shoulders
and began lifting herself off him. Katrin sunk back down, taking every inch of
his shaft into her swollen heat and groaned with pleasure.

“Hold on, little bitch.” Instead of letting her work to come
again, Jarvis cupped her rear end and lifted her weight, then lowered it.

Within moments he was holding and fucking his sweet Cariboo.
And yes, his daring Malta werewolf bitch. He clutched her against him, building
momentum as he pushed her down on him then raised her so that his soaked cock
stroked her pussy.

“I want you to come all over me.” He turned his head so he
breathed in her heady scent.

His face was buried in her hair. Jarvis closed his eyes,
enjoying every sensation as he held her and made love to her. When she
stiffened, her orgasm taking over, Jarvis let go as well. The two of them came
together, binding them as one, body and soul. It took a moment, as he lowered
the two of them to the ground and let her stretch out on top of him, before he
noticed he’d gotten his wish. His sexy mate had most definitely come all over
him.

Jarvis jumped from the floor of the cabin they were building
to the ground. He was impressed with the smoothness of the boards they’d used
for the floor. Katrin glowed as she expanded on her gift. Although, initially,
Jarvis thought it smelled like a bad idea, he didn’t have it in him to deprive
Katrin of anything that made her happy. Learning about her Malta werewolf side,
seeing how impressed she was with herself every time she mastered something
new, was actually bringing him as much pleasure as it did her.

Not to mention, Katrin was helping them build their den a
lot faster than he would have been able to without her gift. Jarvis wasn’t one
of those males who thought he had to be better than his mate in order to care
for her. If his female was able to match what he did, and do it as well, that
didn’t bother him. Not when she smelled so satisfied each time her gift helped
move them closer to being done.

Her ability to take the logs he’d cut, haul them to their
clearing and sand them down to velvet-smooth boards took a week’s worth of work
off his hands. When they worked side by side he smelled her contentment. Better
yet, he smelled himself on her. They were truly mated. Her scent clung to him
and his to her, as it was with mates. Every day as they worked together
Katrin’s scent drove him mad, just as her hot little body did.

Unfortunately, they were now in dire need of supplies to
finish the cabin. They had all the lumber they would need for a lifetime
surrounding them. Jarvis had known before working Toubec’s ranch how to cut
down a tree, divide and prepare it for timber. The time working there had
taught him a few tricks of the trade though. In spite of his knowledge, they
were out of nails and other supplies

He carried the lantern from the cabin to where they were
eating, so it would be easier to see with their human eyes as night began
closing in. Katrin sat with her knees pulled to her chest next to the fire.
Jarvis took both their plates, from their dinner, to the water warming for
dishwater.

“We should climb up and sleep on the loft floor tonight,”
Katrin suggested.

“We’ll sleep in our new den when I can carry you over the
threshold.” He knew he was grouchy but stopping in the middle of a project
wasn’t his style. “Tomorrow we’ll run down the mountain and buy more supplies.”

He returned to her side and stretched out on his half of the
blanket next to her. She turned, facing him, her pretty face lined by shadows
cast from the fire.

She seemed to choose her words. Her scent changed only
slightly before she spoke. “We could have our den done by the end of the week,”
she said slowly.

Jarvis wasn’t able to pick up on what emotion mixed in with
her usual scent. He leaned into her, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

“It will be done soon, my adorable little bitch,” he
whispered, and pulled her down to him to kiss her. “I’m as excited as you for
our first night in our new den. But we will do it right and not cut any
corners.”

“My helping wouldn’t mean we would be doing it wrong.”

He didn’t have time to figure out what she meant by that.
Katrin
had
helped him and in more ways than another male might have
allowed.

Katrin stiffened. Jarvis understood why in the next moment.

He leapt to his feet, turning and taking in their
surroundings as he allowed the change to come forth enough for his eyes to
adjust to the darkness.

“Who is it?” he demanded, putting his hand on Katrin when
she stood and pushing her behind him. He understood females were as competent
as males when it came to working. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect his if
an intruder entered their territory.

“Are you Jarvis Alger?” A tall, thin owl walked toward them
through the trees.

Another owl, just as tall—their species was known for
height—entered from the dark shadows. The two young males, both with hair so
pale blond it was almost silver, moved closer to the fire until their blank
expressions were visible. Their eyes were slightly rounder than human eyes.
Both males had gray eyes and neither blinked as they studied Jarvis and Katrin
from across the flames.

“I’m Jarvis,” he growled, his body tense.

Two owls would hardly be a worthy fight. Their species
didn’t seek out his without good cause though. They certainly wouldn’t approach
his den and ask for him by name without good cause.

In spite of the common characteristics of their race, the
two owls didn’t look alike. One stood an inch or so taller than the other,
although both were easily six and a half feet tall. Their faces were long,
gaunt, and where a werewolf was known for his large, muscular physique, both of
these males were lean. One was slightly heavier than the other, but that wasn’t
saying much where an owl was concerned.

“What do you want?” Jarvis demanded.

“We’ve been sent by your littermate, Jaeger Alger,” the
other male informed him.

Both owls lowered backpacks off their shoulders. Jarvis had
never been overly comfortable around this particular species. Owls never
smelled of any emotion. These two were hard to read and in the darkness, even
their faces didn’t give anything away. An owl was damn good at wearing a mask
of indifference.

“Why would my littermate send two owls to my den?” Jarvis
demanded.

“Because we can reach you faster than your own kind.” The
taller owl who spoke didn’t sound insulting. He was answering the question and
simply stating a fact.

“He wouldn’t have sent one of our own kind,” Katrin
whispered.

The shorter of the owls tilted his head and looked at
Katrin. “Interesting,” he said.

“He hired us to bring supplies to you, and a message.”

At the same time the two owls handed their backpacks to
Jarvis. Moving around the fire, and watching the two males for any sign of
hostility, Jarvis accepted the cloth bags. Both were heavily weighed down by
their contents.

“More nails?” Katrin sounded hopeful. She was next to him,
reaching for one of the bags.

Jarvis lowered the bags to the ground and allowed Katrin to
unzip them. “What is the message?” he asked.

“Oh Jarvis!” Katrin cried out. The smell of her happiness
suddenly drenched the air around them. “Would you just look?”

She held up a bag of potatoes and carrots. “And there are so
many canned goods,” she added, laughing. “But where is Jaeger?”

Jarvis returned his attention to the owls for the answer.

“We don’t know where your littermate is right now,” the
shorter owl told them. “He hired the two of us yesterday in Banff. We were to
bring these supplies to you and tell you that he hasn’t found your littermates
yet but believes he now knows where they are. He planned on leaving today to
run to them.”

“He knows where they are?” Katrin stood, a canned good in
each hand. “That’s really good news! Of course, he’ll have his paws full
convincing my littermates to trust him,” she added, laughing.

“You would send a male after your littermates that they
don’t trust?” the taller owl asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at
Katrin.

“They will trust him,” Jarvis stated. His littermate would
have them charmed before they ran up the mountain.

Katrin laughed. “It’s how it had to be,” she replied, waving
her hand in the air with the canned good still in it. “Please, sit by our fire
and enjoy our kill. We have plenty.”