WithHerCraving (9 page)

“Jarvis?”

Katrin brushed his blond curls away from his face. She
stretched out alongside him naked in the large bed, where she’d woken that next
morning still rather disoriented. It had taken some time to remember what the
cop had told her when he’d stood over her as she drifted in and out of a
tranquilized sleep.

“Jarvis?” she repeated, whispering. It wouldn’t surprise her
if McAllister or his mate were near the closed door listening to see when both
of them were awake. Katrin wanted time alone with Jarvis before everyone
started sniffing around them. “Are you awake?”

Jarvis blinked and stared at the ceiling before slowly
turning his head and looking at Katrin.

“What happened?”

“That male
lunewulf
cop shot you and me with a mild
tranquilizer.” Everything Beuerlein had told her seemed like a foggy dream, as
well as what she did afterward. “I don’t know how long I was out but when I
came to he was standing over us. He said it was necessary to make sure we
didn’t run. I guess they can’t afford to have you disappear with me. They are
worried if we run to another pack and it’s learned we left here then other
packs might question why this pack didn’t kill me.”

Jarvis sat up quickly. “That fucking son of a bitch,” he
snarled, but then grabbed his head.

Katrin took his arm and managed to pull him back down next
to her. She wrapped her leg over his. “Just lie with me for a minute,” she
urged. Never had she felt so close to dying. She certainly didn’t like thinking
this pack felt they had the right to decide if she lived or not.

“Wait a minute.” Jarvis rolled over, pinning her against the
mattress, and began running his fingers through her hair. “You need to know, my
little red bitch, that I will take care of you. Yes, they got both of us this
time. But it won’t happen twice. I’m so sorry that waste of
lunewulf
flesh
shot you, too.”

“Yeah, it stung for a moment but I guess it wasn’t very
strong. He said you leapt at him and forced him to shoot at you twice. It was
odd,” she began, and searched through the muck in her brain as she remembered
something. “I swear he smelled remorseful, or sad, as if he was sorry for what
he had to do. I didn’t say anything, just laid there. When he left I dragged
you up here.”

Jarvis raised one eyebrow, immediately smelling as if he
didn’t believe her. “You dragged me up a flight of stairs with an injured leg?”

“I mend quickly and I’m strong enough to drag you up a
flight of stairs, Cariboo.” It had hurt like hell but she’d been determined to
have him out of sight where she could tend to him. Sheer adrenaline had allowed
her to complete the task. “You’re here in the bed, aren’t you? I didn’t make
you magically walk up the stairs when you were knocked out on your ass.”

Jarvis pinned her arms on either side of her head. His legs
stretched out between hers and she noticed he was careful not to touch her
still-wrapped leg.

“Did my female drag me to safety so she could protect me?”
he growled.

“Something like that,” she admitted. It didn’t surprise her
that Jarvis would swear to protect both of them. His loyalty and honor had
always smelled strong on him. But he didn’t say it was out of love. Not that
she expected it. Nor had he mentioned their mating. For now, she would accept
what he offered. Silently she swore to protect him, too.

Her thoughts faded back into her still-dazed brain when he
kissed her. It was more than a kiss. His mouth came down on hers and was so hot
it burned her alive clear down to her toes. There was a tender spot on her
shoulder where the
lunewulf
cop had shot her. He’d just grazed her skin,
which apparently had been his intention. Her mending leg was still more of a distraction
than anything else.

Although at the moment, nothing hurt. Jarvis’ large body was
so muscular, so perfectly chiseled. He’d been so warm and his body relaxed when
he slept. Now his body flexed. It was rock-hard. And his cock—damn!

Katrin’s body responded as fast as her mind did. Her initial
waking thoughts dissipated along with the muck in her brain. Suddenly her head
was clear and one thought paramount. She wanted him. As he kissed her, her
pussy swelled. Arousal soaked her flesh and her entrance throbbed. Want wasn’t
strong enough of a word—she needed him, desperately. It was a new sensation,
this craving for someone else being as strong as her determination to survive.
But it was there. Katrin accepted it and would mull over it later. For now, she
greedily took what he offered. Later she’d dwell on how his life was now in
danger because of her.

“Have you mended enough?” Jarvis whispered.

Her heart swelled as fiercely as her pussy had. “I was more
worried about you,” she whispered.

Jarvis’ low, soft chuckle vibrated through his body. “This
lunewulf
pack doesn’t run with honor. To use a human weapon to knock me out is
humiliating.” He grinned down at her when he raised his head just enough to
stare into her eyes. “And very ineffective.”

Katrin smiled and adjusted her body underneath his. Now
wasn’t the time to tell him she worried about his life. There weren’t any
doubts about his ability to perform. She wrapped her legs around his torso. The
bandage around her leg was loose and began slipping, but she didn’t care.
Jarvis’ hard cock swelled against her pussy and she groaned, shifting her hips
so he was pressed against her entrance.

“Not so fast, my little Cariboo,” Jarvis said.

When he pushed himself to his haunches Katrin reached for him,
grabbing his arms. His strength had returned. She scratched her fingernails
over his warm flesh and tried sitting.

Jarvis pressed his hand between her breasts. “Down, my
beautiful female.”

She shoved her hair from her face. “You’re rather bossy,
male,” she complained.

Katrin smiled though. Jarvis’ soft curls tapered around his
face and his relaxed, content expression made her want to keep staring at him.
He was so gorgeous. He didn’t seem bothered by his life being uprooted and in
danger because of her. If anything, he smelled as content and happy as he
looked.

“I want to see for myself how your leg is mending. My female
isn’t going to have a limp.”

“I doubt I’m limping anymore,” she said, her heart
fluttering and constricting at the same time at his endearing words. She
allowed him to unwrap the bandage the pack doctor had put around her leg.

It was a bit tender when Jarvis raised her leg and ran his
fingers from ankle to knee. But he had her spread open, and the smell of her
arousal mixed with her strong sexual desires filled the room with an aroma
strong enough to get drunk off of.

Jarvis examined her leg a moment longer before slowly
putting her foot on the bed by his thigh. He still kneeled between her legs.

“You do seem to mend well,” he grunted, his attention
shifting to other parts of her body. “Promise me you’ll never run from me
again.”

“I wasn’t running from you,” she insisted. “I know it
appears that way, but at the time I panicked that the blood running through me
had turned this pack against me. Apparently I was right.”

“The howlings don’t smell good. But we’ll get through this
together.” Jarvis didn’t look at her but focused on his fingers as he ran them
up the inside of her thigh. “When were you going to tell me that you’re half
Malta werewolf?”

She shrugged lazily. “I had hoped no one would sniff out
that truth.”

Jarvis looked at her with eyes so blue they were
mesmerizing. She smelled his lust but there was something else. “When I
returned, that
lunewulf
cop was in his patrol car out front.”

“I’m a prisoner here.” Katrin’s heart beat faster as she
began dwelling on being caged. It made her edgy and pissed. “And now both of us
are.”

Jarvis smelled her anger. He brushed his fingers over her
pussy. Katrin jerked in spite of herself.

“We can’t have this conversation while you’re doing that to
me,” she hissed.

“We can discuss it soon. You’re so wet,” Jarvis growled and
dipped his fingers into her entrance.

She bit her lip so she wouldn’t howl as pleasure ripped
through her. He knelt forward, on all fours. At first he stroked the inside of
her pussy slowly but then he thrust deep. Katrin damn near came off the bed.

She tasted blood where she’d bit her lip. “Jarvis, please.
I’m on fire.”

“I smell that,” he crooned. “But you didn’t answer my
question.”

She opened her eyes. Jarvis’ hair fell around his face,
which was red with concentration. He smelled so damn good, a mixture of lust
and determination.

“When were you going to tell me you were half Malta
werewolf?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.” He answered fast enough that she didn’t have to smell
the truth in his response. She knew he didn’t lie.

Maybe she’d already known Jarvis wouldn’t care what blood
ran through her but hearing him admit it gave her a sense of relief she hadn’t
known she needed.

“You’re my mate,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he growled, and thrust another finger so deep inside
her she cried out.

Jarvis stopped the sound with his mouth, impaling hers with
his tongue. She cried out as Jarvis fucked her mouth and pussy at the same
time, bringing her closer to the edge.

When she reached between them for his cock, her hands eager
to explore and learn every inch of the male who was now hers, Jarvis shifted.

She swore he chuckled as he kissed her.

His mouth left hers and he pressed his lips to her neck, her
collarbone, then lower. Katrin grabbed his hair, pushing his face against her
swollen breasts. “I want to know every inch of you. Oh!” she gasped.

Jarvis scraped his teeth over her sensitive nipple. “You
will,” he murmured, then sucked her deep into his mouth.

His cock jerked against her but he pressed his body down
when she tried again to reach for it.

“I want you too much,” he said as he shifted again. It was
the only explanation he offered as he continued moving out of her reach.

Her nipples were soaked and incredibly sensitive when Jarvis
began kissing her and moving down her stomach. He left a moist trail on her
skin that brought out an even stronger scent. It mixed with the rich aroma
filling the room. Katrin no longer cared if anyone knew what they were doing
beyond that bedroom door. Jarvis brought out sensations in her she’d never felt
before and she never wanted them to end.

“Katrin,” he whispered and gripped her legs. “Look at me.”

It dawned on her that her eyes were squeezed tight. The
smells and physical sensations gripping her body had overwhelmed her and she
drowned in them.

Katrin opened her eyes and focused on Jarvis. His face was
just above her pelvis and he continued watching her when he lowered his mouth
and ran his tongue over the entrance to her pussy.

“Shit, yes!” she gasped even as she almost flipped off the
bed.

“That’s my sweet Cariboo,” Jarvis grumbled, his voice thick
with need.

She searched his face again, forcing her eyes not to roll
back in her head. Silver streaked across his pupils. His face was tight with
concentration. His scent matched her scent, making everything about their
lovemaking all the more perfect.

Katrin groaned with pleasure as his tongue began performing
magic on her throbbing pussy. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain so intense
it brought her to the edge. She moaned, desperate for more yet never wanting
what she experienced right now to end.

In a manner of minutes Katrin had discovered how perfect
Jarvis was for her. He knew of her true heritage and didn’t mind. His
protective, aggressive scent showed her how much he wanted her. But the way he
turned her body inside out, created need so intense deep in her womb the flames
he ignited might never be put out, showed her how perfect they were for each
other.

Katrin wondered if this was how it had been with her sire
and mama. There’d been many years of happiness in her den growing up. The smell
of pure contentment had been so strong, the walls surrounding them had been
drenched with it. Her sire and mama had fought, but when they cuddled and
cleaned each other later, the smell of happiness had been even stronger.

No matter how she searched her memory, Katrin couldn’t
remember her mama or sire ever howling about how they first met. She remembered
stories of their first litter being whelped, which had been Katrin’s two older
littermates. Katrin had been whelped two years later. Her sire had told stories
of great hunts he’d gone on with other mated males in the mountains. There had
always been plenty of meat for Katrin and her littermates to eat. Even as they
grew older and the stories began of how humans now knew they existed, her
litter had never troubled themselves with the knowledge. It hadn’t affected
them.

Katrin pushed the memories out of her head. She knew if her
parents had met Jarvis they would have approved. That would never happen but
something told her both her sire and mama looked down upon them and glowed with
happiness over the good male Katrin was falling in love with.

In love with?

Her thoughts cleared and she blinked, the sweet torture
Jarvis administered too much to handle.

“Jarvis?” She said his name as a question but he simply
growled in response.

He pressed his lips around her sensitive nub and took her
over the edge.

“Oh my God!” Katrin pressed her hand to her mouth and once
again bit her lip as pleasure rolled over her body.

“Come for me, my sweet female,” he grumbled.

As if she had a choice.

Every inch of her constricted. She pressed her legs against
either side of his head and rolled to her side, her release so strong she
wasn’t sure she’d ever come so hard.