WithHerCraving (25 page)

“You said you’d make another one.” She lifted her head,
watching him stroke her with his tongue. “Which you can do later,” she added,
and managed a smile.

“Most definitely later.” Jarvis dipped lower and ran the tip
of his tongue over the outer edges of her ass.

Katrin came to a sitting position. Jarvis must have guessed
her reaction because he held his ground. One hand came up to press against her
stomach.

“Let me show you a pleasure you’ve never guessed existed,”
he said.

She managed to fall back to her elbows, but remained propped
up, watching as he once again ran his tongue over her ass.

He was right. There were nerve endings there already
sensitized to react to any abrasions. Not that what Jarvis was doing to her in
any way hurt. But her puckered flesh, now soaked with a mixture of her come and
Jarvis licking her, offered a level of pleasure unlike anything he’d done so
far.

“Relax,” Jarvis told her.

But then he impaled the tight little hole. It spiked a
reaction clear up to her head.

“You’re kidding, right?” Her body still jerked from when
he’d entered her. And that had just been his tongue.

Katrin didn’t deny the pleasure he offered. Nothing had ever
felt so good. The smell that filled their small den was stronger and laced with
so much lust she wouldn’t have been able to smell anything else even if it were
under her nose.

“It will feel better if you relax. I promise.”

“I can’t—Jarvis!” she cried out, lashing at air when he slid
her off the table and into his arms. “Fucking tail! What are you doing?”

“I want you to lie down and relax,” he whispered into her
ear.

Jarvis laid her on the sleeping bag in front of the fire.
Flames danced inside the fireplace. The heat from it drifted over her already
oversensitized body. It did add to the pleasure. She rested her head on the
padded bag and stared up at her mate.

He crawled over her and once again his dick, which was
harder than steel, pressed against her soaked entrance. Jarvis entered her,
thrust once, twice, then pulled out. He then moved his hand, cupping her pelvic
bone and took his time teasing her with his fingers.

She stared at him, at his glistening body. The light from
the fireplace offered a glow from the perspiration clinging to his muscular
frame. He was so beautiful, so perfect in every way. Katrin reached without
thinking and traced her finger over a scar near his left hipbone. For a male
his age, he didn’t have a lot of scars. But Jarvis probably hadn’t lost a lot
of fights.

“Katrin,” Jarvis whispered and his soaked fingers moved to
her ass.

“Yes,” she said, still focusing on the roped muscle under
his taut flesh.

“I love you.”

She took her time scanning his body, enjoying the view. When
she looked at his face, smelled the love he’d just professed, she smiled and
drowned in his beautiful eyes.

“I love you too.”

He coated her ass with thick cream from her pussy. His
fingers moved back and forth, applying juices from one hole to the other. Katrin
relaxed, enjoying the jolts of pressure and the gentle torture his actions
caused.

His cock had moved. It dawned on her when he pressed against
her ass that he’d eased his hand out from between her legs. The puckered skin
surrounding her asshole resisted, fought the intrusion. Muscles twitched in his
chest and across his shoulders. Then he pressed harder and entered her ass.

Pain erupted inside her. She heard herself scream. But at
the same time, as so many nerves reacted to his impaling the tightest part of
her body, a swollen pressure unlike anything she’d experienced so far drove
hard into the farthest depths of her body.

“Relax, let me show you.” Jarvis’ words trailed toward her
on a cloud so completely saturated from the smell of their lust that they barely
reached her.

She grabbed his shoulders. His skin was hot and wet and she
held on.

“Jarvis!” she howled.

“Does it hurt?” Again his words took their time reaching
her.

He drowned in her heat and submerged, then began fucking
her. The rhythmic pulsing, so strong and different, wasn’t what she’d call
pain.

Katrin thought she answered him. He moved faster, tearing
past the initial sensation of pain. The swollen need returned. Her desire to
plummet over the edge, over a cliff she hadn’t known before, carried her away
without asking.

“So hot,” he grunted. “So tight. I can’t—”

He was panting over her. She wanted to focus. Katrin wanted
to know every feeling ripping her apart inside. But she also needed to see him.
However strong her desire was, aching for a climax she didn’t know, something
in the back of her head told her Jarvis was right there with her.

Their world had never been closer. Their scent had never
been stronger. Katrin barely managed to lift her fingers and run them over the
rough side of his jaw.

When he opened his eyes, there was something there she
hadn’t seen on his face before. It was as if she smelled desperation. Jarvis
had pushed both of them to the edge of an orgasm so strong they barely handled
the strength of its need.

He was fucking her hard. But there wasn’t any more pain.
He’d been right. This was the ultimate pleasure, an act shared by two
werewolves mated for life. It would only make their love stronger, which
already seemed impossible to do.

“Katrin, I’m going to come.”

She held the side of his face, gripping his shoulder with
her other hand. When he went rigid, it was barely enough warning before her
insides were scalded with his release.

“I love you!” she howled as she came along with him.

The instant Jarvis pulled out of her ass his body convulsed.
She’d been so hot, so tight, and the pleasure he saw on her face when she came
brought him to a new level of adoration for her. She’d just shared every part
of herself sexually with him. As he glanced down at his mate and saw the glow
on her face, he knew he would kill for her. Jarvis would do anything to see to
her pleasure, to protect her, to ensure she always smelled happy.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her, and stretched out
before the fire with her, pulling her body against his.

Katrin laughed. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get the tangles from
my hair.”

She was sated, her body limp as he molded it against his.

“I’ll brush it for you.”

“And my new table. What did we do?” She lifted her head but
then dropped it, relaxing against his arm.

“I’ll build you another one.”

Her laughter was melodic. It sounded as good as her
happiness smelled when she curled into him. Then raising her head, she grinned
down at him. The glow on her face, on her entire body, added to how beautiful
she was.

“Now I know how to get what I want out of you.”

“No.” He stared into her pretty blue eyes. “You’ll never
have to do something just for me to do something for you. Katrin, if we never
do that again—” he began.

She pressed a finger to his lips. “I think we might be able
to do that again.”

Jarvis sat up, every inch of him reeling from how lucky he
was. He lifted her so she sat with him.

“Where is that brush?” he asked.

There was a crunch outside, then another. Someone was
walking along the mountain—and they were close. At the same time he heard a
second set of footsteps, Katrin stiffened. She puckered her cute nose and
sniffed at the air. Her eyes were wide when she looked at him.

“Someone is out there,” she whispered.

She continued sniffing out the scent of werewolves who were
approaching. Jarvis already sensed that much. The sound of them walking and the
smell of them grew stronger with each moment.

“Put your clothes on.” He walked over to the table, which
was definitely damaged, and reached for his clothes.

“Jarvis,” Katrin complained. “Someone is coming to our den.”

Already she had found another sweatshirt and the pants she’d
been wearing after her bath.

“I’ll take care of it,” he assured her.

Although there were other werewolves nearby and some might
track close to their den, it wasn’t usual for someone to approach a den without
being invited or keeping their distance and making their presence known. Jarvis
guessed whoever was out there didn’t know until they’d gotten close that their
den was there. But they were still approaching, and that bothered him.

He zipped up his jeans and didn’t worry about his shirt.
“Stay here,” he ordered, his senses already on alert when he reached for the
door.

“I’m coming with you.”

Jarvis didn’t wait for her to follow but opened the door and
stepped outside. The frigid cold was a contrast to the heat inside. He’d just
known molten lava wrapped around his dick. Instantly he shivered as drying
sweat soaked into his flesh.

Werewolves didn’t carry guns. The thought of protecting
themselves with human weapons was preposterous. He would change and fly off
this porch with intent to kill if whoever appeared out of those trees smelled
even remotely hostile.

He hadn’t bothered with shoes, and wasn’t in the mood to freeze
his feet by walking over the frozen ground. Patches of snow were mounds
scattered across their yard. It would start snowing more, and hard, soon
enough. Their den was secure, and would keep them warm while in their flesh. He
wasn’t worried about the weather. Nor did he feel a need to hurry to the trees
where the smell of their uninvited guests continued to grow. They would come to
him and keep on going unless their scent told him they needed a lesson on how
not to cross his land.

There was movement at the edge of the trees, right before a
cliff of rocks that built a natural wall and helped secure their property.
Jarvis moved to the edge of his porch. He rested his hands on the wooden
railing he’d just built. Then narrowing his gaze, he spotted two werewolves
walking in their human form. He smelled a male and a female.

Jarvis relaxed. There would be mates coming to the mountain
always. Possibly they had tired of living with a pack. Or maybe they were like
him and Katrin, searching for a part of the world to call theirs and not worry
about the burden of laws imposed on them. Then he took another sniff of the air
and scowled.

The two figures moved through the trees but were still too
far away for him to focus on them. He did pick up on a mixture of determination
and exhaustion in the male’s scent. But there was something else, something
distinctly familiar.

He was at the edge of the porch, ready to come down the
stairs, when the male and female appeared out of the trees.

“Jaeger!” he yelled, surprised.

The door flew open behind him just as Jarvis focused on his
littermate’s face. Jaeger looked tired, almost battle weary. His jaw was set
and his bright blue eyes cold and focused. Jaeger’s longer hair fell in loose
curls almost to his shoulder. He looked as if he hadn’t bathed in a few days.
The moment the breeze shifted, Jarvis’ guess was confirmed. His littermate was
worn out and filthy.

“Leisa!” Katrin cried out and flew off the porch.

Jarvis spun around but his mate ran too fast for him to
catch her. She wasn’t wearing her sweats but had changed into jeans and a heavy
sweater. She smelled clean. But the strong aroma of their sex lingered after
her. It also filled the front porch as Katrin had left the door to their den
open. Jarvis wasn’t sure if she had done that on purpose or not. He didn’t
bother closing it. Instead he moved to the steps and watched Katrin fly into
the arms of the female walking alongside Jaeger.

Jaeger sniffed the air, studied Katrin’s unbrushed hair for
a moment before taking in the rest of her. He barely stopped walking as he left
the females embracing and walked up to the porch where Jarvis stood.

“Smells like you’ve had more fun than I have,” he grunted,
and stepped on to the porch, forcing Jarvis to move to allow him space.

Jaeger ran his fingers through his unkempt hair. When he
looked at Jarvis, there was more on his face than just anger.

“What happened?” Jarvis asked, glancing over his shoulder at
Katrin, who was still hugging her littermate. “Weren’t there two of them?”

“That’s been the problem. Do you know how hard it is
traveling with a female who despises you before she can even sniff you out?”
Jaeger waved his hand in the direction of the two females. “She and the other
littermate were separated. Leisa had been searching for Magda for over a day
when I found her. It smelled like the right thing to do to bring this one to
you, then I can run back to where I found them and start a more intensive hunt
for Magda. It will be a lot easier not having a female who very clearly looks
like a full-blooded Malta werewolf clawing at my rear as I’m trying to sniff
out her littermate.”

Jaeger shook his head and glanced inside Jarvis and Katrin’s
den. He took a deep breath and gave Jarvis a second look. This one looked more
like the arrogant, sure-of-himself male that Jarvis knew Jaeger to be.

“Definitely having more fun than me,” he mumbled.

Jarvis didn’t care if he smelled happy, even if his
littermate had been through hell. “Being mated is a damn good life,” he
offered.

Jaeger nodded toward the open doorway to their den.
“Honestly,” he said under his breath. “It crossed my mind to fuck the little
bitch just to get her to quit fighting with me. Leisa would have walked down
the streets of Seattle in broad daylight, and probably gotten herself killed
howling for her littermate.”

“Do you know why they were separated?” Jarvis knew Katrin
would have a fit. He sniffed the air, ready to smell her outrage and
determination to take off herself and find Magda.

“They were being hunted,” he began under his breath but
stopped talking when the females approached.

Katrin smelled as unhappy as Jarvis had guessed she would.
The female behind Katrin looked a lot like her, except her hair was definitely
too dark to be Cariboo. There was something about the long, silky, almost-black
hair that gave her an alluring, mysterious look. She stood about the same
height as Katrin. Even with the bulky coat that hung off one shoulder, it was
easy to see she had a figure that, if it weren’t already impossible for her to
do, would make it damn hard for her to run anywhere alone.

In spite of the scowl on her pretty face, she was Katrin’s
littermate. Jarvis immediately felt a surge of protectiveness run through his
veins. What was Katrin’s was his. This unmated female was Katrin’s litter. It
was now his obligation to protect her with his life.

Jarvis stepped forward to introduce himself and welcome the
female to their den. He didn’t have time to speak. Katrin pointed a finger at
him, her expression tight with outrage.

“Your littermate allowed my oldest, unmated,” she snapped,
stressing Magda’s single status, “littermate to run from the two of them
without chasing after her.”

“I—” Jaeger began, his hands instantly out in surrender. He
now smelled more miserable than he did dirty.

“There is no excuse!” Katrin barked. She turned shiny eyes
on Jaeger and marched up the step toward him. “You agreed to run and bring my
littermates here. Did you think I would settle with only one of them being
safe?”

“Katrin,” Jarvis began and reached for her. “Jaeger just
told me that your littermates had been separated over a day. He’s as upset
about it as you and has already howled about returning to hunt for her.”

“I’ve already promised Leisa that I would find Magda,”
Jaeger promised. “You have my word I’ll hunt her down.”

The sound of more werewolves approaching brought their
conversation to a halt. Katrin and Leisa spun around at the same time. Jarvis
looked past them into the trees.

“Inside the den, both of you, now!” he ordered.

Katrin grabbed her littermate. “We’ll be safe inside,” she
whispered.

Leisa looked over her shoulder at Jarvis, but her scent
wasn’t quite readable, especially with so many strong emotions passing between
all of them. Leisa nodded once and Katrin put her arm around her, turned them
both around and hurried into their den.

Jarvis waited until the females were inside then started
around the side of his den. No one would ever bring Katrin harm. This time when
he inhaled, he smelled very different scents than what he’d picked up on when
Jaeger and Leisa had appeared through the trees.

Jarvis recognized David Mercy, his two cubs, and his petite
mate as they stomped over dry leaves and came toward them. David grinned at how
Jarvis was dressed, sniffed the air and obviously picked up on the sex he and
Katrin had just had. The male frowned at Jaeger, his expression confused.

“We were out hunting,” David called out before the four of
them reached Jarvis and Jaeger. “I knew your den was up this way and we hadn’t
come to thank your mate, once again, for saving our cubs.”

The younger cub ran ahead of her litter, but stopped in her
tracks when Jaeger prevented her from rounding the den and heading for the
front porch. Jarvis understood that letting the litter see how much Katrin’s
littermate looked like a pure-bred Malta werewolf might be a mistake.
Nonetheless, for the benefit of Mercy’s litter, he growled at Jaeger.

“Excuse my littermate,” Jarvis said jovially. “He isn’t
around cubs enough.”

“Nothing a good female won’t change,” David said, grinning
and grabbing his mate. “We should have howled first that we were coming. But
now that we know exactly where your den is, maybe we’ll pay a formal visit
soon.”

“You’re right. My mate is indisposed. But I know she would
love showing off our new den,” Jarvis said, and forced his expression, and
emotions, to be calm. He didn’t want Mercy’s litter sensing something was
wrong.

“The two of you are welcome at our den anytime,” Mercy’s
mate announced. “My mate and I both believe it’s what’s inside a werewolf that
matters.”

“Exactly,” David picked up, taking over the conversation.
“We don’t care if she isn’t pure Cariboo. Your mate is a good female. We both
smelled it on her. We wanted to make the effort to run up here to let the two
of you know that she won’t be harassed by anyone. Not on this mountain.”

“My mate will be very happy to hear that,” he said. “I wish
you and your litter good hunting.”

“Thank you. And the same to yours.”

David’s mate gestured for her two cubs to join her. Both of
them did, leaping over small branches and leaving a wake of happiness as they
started the trek back down the mountain to their den.

Katrin sat at the kitchen table when Jarvis and Jaeger
entered the den. Her littermate Leisa turned in the chair where she sat facing
Katrin and studied Jarvis. He did the same in return, seeing her more clearly
from the lanterns and fireplace now burning in full flame.

“They picked a perfect time to come howling.” Katrin was all
grins.

Her happiness wasn’t quite drowned out by Leisa’s sour mood.
The spicy smell lingering around her wasn’t as strong as it had been outside.
Her anger had subsided. Jarvis saw how pretty she was but this female had been
through a lot and the negative smells on her stole from her natural beauty.

“I’m thrilled that you’ve been welcomed onto your mate’s
mountain,” Leisa said, turning her back on the males to face Katrin across the
table. “Really I am. And I understand that you couldn’t share their kill with
them while I’m here.”

“Of course we couldn’t.” Katrin had set a couple plates of
fish and cold venison on the table, each plate conveniently covering the
scratches she’d etched into the wood during their foreplay. She reached around
one of the plates and took her littermate’s hand. “I don’t want to entertain
someone else. I want to spend the evening with you.”