TheWolfInside (5 page)

But they
didn’t.

Adrian
huffed. “That’s it? Look, girlie, we want you the way you are. Last night
wasn’t proof enough? Or this shit? This is just the way it is!” he said and
stalked toward her.

Sibyl backed
away, though she didn’t know why. His golden eyes and the smirk on his lips
excited her body into a fit of arousal, but how could he want her?

Strong arms
wrapped around her from behind and Jonathan’s lips brushed her neck. “I guess
we’ll have to prove we want you all over again.”

“Agreed,”
Gabe said.

“Wait!” she
cried, but the werewolves didn’t heed her. Adrian ripped the front of her dress
down like it was little more than tissue paper.

“I’m first
this time,” he growled, his cock already pounding and fully erect.

She turned
him on that quickly?

Jonathan’s
powerful hands gripped her hips and the heat of his bulge brushed her ass. He
was aroused too. Amazing. His hands groped over her breasts, pinching and
caressing her nipples into peaks of pleasure.

Sibyl
glanced at Gabe and tried to contain a moan, but he smiled and licked his lips.

Then
Adrian’s hands moved to her panties, the big non-sexy panties, and the young
wolf grinned. “You look even better when these are off, girlie,” he said and
ripped them free.

Her pussy
wept, but she tried to hold her legs closed – it was all so sudden. Why
did she enjoy it so much when they ravished her?

“I can smell
how much you want me,” Adrian grumbled and lifted her legs. She leaned back
into Jonathan’s arms, and the blond wolf kept up his unrelenting assault on her
neck and breasts, kissing and fondling ever inch he could touch.

Adrian
hooked her legs around his back and dug his fingers into her fleshy thighs. The
tip of his shaft brushed her clit, exciting her body into a frenzy of desire.
She moaned and reached to hold onto something.

Gabe’s hands
caught hers and he turned her mouth into a kiss just as Adrian’s cock slammed
inside.

Every thrust
filled her body with ecstasy. Sibyl was suspended between three men, and all
three pleasured her in undeniable ways. Adrian’s deep thrusts rocked her body
to the core, her walls squeezing him tight. Jonathan’s hands grasped her
breasts as Gabe’s lips suckled and bit her mouth. His tongue probed inside,
catching her body on fire.

She barely
remembered the first orgasm that rushed through her, only that her entire being
seemed to quake and her limbs felt weak. She trembled and Adrian’s seed seeped
inside her.

“That proves
how much I want you,” he groaned and his cock popped free. Carefully, he
lowered Sibyl’s feet to the ground, but she wasn’t sure if she could stand.

Thankfully,
Jonathan still held her from behind. His heat pressed into her slick cunt, and
he shoved it inside before she caught her breath.

Gabe’s mouth
trailed from her breasts back to her mouth, and he kissed her hungrily as
Jonathan thrust from behind. It filled her to the brim, and her fingers dug
into the alpha wolf’s strong shoulders and held on for life. If she let go,
Sibyl didn’t know what might happen.

“I want you
– I love you,” Jonathan growled and nipped at her neck. His fingers held
her hips steady, filling her with his rich length and that throbbing heat. It
hit the perfect place deep inside her body, and she moaned and gasped with
every thrust.

He came
right before she did, the warmth of his load sent her over the edge. She
trembled in Gabe’s powerful arms and leaned her head into his neck. He held her
close and safe.

“Do you
believe us?” Adrian asked and kissed her bare shoulder.

“Yes,” she
said through her labored pants of breath.

She was so
tired. So very tired.

Then Gabe
lifted Sibyl into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She wanted to tell
him she could walk – he probably thought she was too heavy – but
her mouth wouldn’t form the words.

He took her
to their bedroom and laid her on the huge four poster bed. Adrian and Jonathan
hadn’t joined them, she noticed vaguely.

“This is our
bed – our mating bed and our pack bed, do you accept it, Sibyl?” Gabe
asked in a rough voice.

She nodded
and her veins filled with lava. “Yes.”

“Do you
accept us as your mates and your pack?” he growled. His thick length pressed
against her thigh, and she opened her legs to admit him.

“Yes.”

His body
hovered over hers, and the powerful muscles of his chest pressed against her as
they kissed. It was a slow, tender kiss, with just the perfect amount of tongue
and heat. His lips brushed hers softly as his cock slipped inside.

He was
making love to her, Sibyl realized, and grasped onto his back.

Every thrust
was achingly deliberate. Her body blended with his, and drowned in the pleasure
of the moment. His musky scent filled her nose – the hair on his chest
tickled her breasts – his strong muscles shifted under her fingers.

It was
perfect.

Gabe and
Jonathan and Adrian were all perfect – and they wanted her.

Her pussy
squeezed him, and she moaned and gasped for air. The peak of her pleasure got
closer with every thrust, and she gave into it completely. When she came, it
felt like a wave of desire drowning her. His hot seed leaked inside, his mouth
brushed hers and he growled deep in his chest.

Then he
kissed her and stayed buried inside.

She grasped
him and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, Gabe was still there, and
he smiled at her.

“Do you
believe me?” he asked.

She nodded,
not trusting herself to speak yet.

“Good. Then
we’ll all stay here from now on. This is our home – the lake and the
woods are our territory. Do you want to help us fill out the pack?’

“My job,”
she mumbled, though work was the farthest thing from her mind. Fill out the
pack? Did that mean werewolf babies?

“We’ll take
care of anything you need, and you’ll take care of us.”

The words
filled her chest with a warmth she’d never felt, and she nodded. “Yes. Yes, that’s
perfect.”

He kissed
her forehead and stretched next to her on the bed. Then Jonathan and Adrian
crept into the room and joined them both.

Sibyl’s
three mates surrounded her, hands winding over her body and holding her close.
She cuddled against them as her heart beat with something she’d never felt
before. It was more than love – it was perfect happiness – and she
got it from three werewolves.

Eva’s Alpha

Eva stepped
into the airport just outside Paris and looked around. It had been a long
flight, and her legs ached from being cramped in coach for nearly eight hours.
But the trip around Europe was a dream she’d had since she was little, and she
wasn’t about to give it up just because she didn’t have someone to go with her.

Maybe she
should’ve sprung for first class though
, she thought and she shook the feeling back into her legs.
But then she wouldn’t have been able to afford the upscale hotels and have
enough spending money on the side. And what good was going to Europe without
shopping?

Eva frowned
at the skinny women hustling past and ran her hands over her stomach. The
blouse hid the bulge, but that didn’t mean she could fit into little European
sizes. Well, she could still go shopping, if not for clothing.

She gripped
her suitcase with one hand and the strap of her purse with the other. Friends
who’d been to Europe warned her about pickpockets in crowded places. Not like
she couldn’t handle it, growing up in New York City, but getting robbed first
thing didn’t sound appealing.

Taking a
deep breath, she smiled despite the fatigue. She’d done it.
You’ll never
amount to anything without a husband
, her mother would say. Well, the old
bitch was wrong – again. Now here Eva was, and that was something, even
if she didn’t have a man to share it with her. Maybe she’d find a hot European
guy for a fling.

They’ll
never want you
.
Not
when you look like that. Not when you’re a fat cow
, the voice of her mother
echoed inside Eva’s head. She shook it free and smoothed a hand over her
blouse. It clung to her the narrowest part of her waist and hid the wideness of
her hips.

There was
nothing she could do about the way she was built.
If men didn’t like it,
they didn’t have to date her
, Eva told herself.

And it
wasn’t like she couldn’t get laid. One night stands were easy, but finding a
guy to stick around was another matter. Long term boyfriends weren’t her forte.
After a few dates, men got tired of her. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe they
were just using her for sex.

She frowned
at the thought. Well, even if she couldn’t find a husband, it didn’t mean she
couldn’t live a decent life. And there was no use thinking about any of that
now. She was in Paris. She should be happy. Plus, Eva needed to find her tour
guide. What was his name? Ewan something?

Eva stood against
the kiosk next to the baggage claim, the place the tour guide was supposed to
met her. She was slightly early. Her flight made good time, but where the hell
was he?

As she was
looking around, someone bumped into her from the side.

“Pardon,”
the small woman muttered in French.

Eva clutched
her purse and nodded.

Then a
gorgeous man she hadn’t noticed before grabbed the small woman’s hand and pried
Eva’s wallet from it.

“Think this
is yours,” he said with a Scottish accent.

Eva tried
not to gape and slid the wallet back into her purse. “I, uh, thank you.”

“Course,” he
said with a wicked grin on his lips. “Are you Evangeline Barns?”

No way in
hell was that her tour guide. Eva wasn’t that lucky – not by a long shot.
His hair was dirty blond and brushed back from his forehead, though the tips of
it brushed his collar. He had stubble on his cheeks, like he hadn’t shaved in a
few days, and his blue eyes danced when they met hers.

She wanted
to ask him how he knew her name, but she didn’t. “Eva, actually. Who are you?”

 “I’m
Ewan McLane. The tour agency sent me to look after you.”  He held out his
strong hand, taking her dainty one and shaking it firmly but gently.

His touch
nearly singed her palm.

Her heart
jumped into her throat, and she shuddered under his hot touch. He really was
her tour guide? “Yes, that’s me. How did you know that woman was a pickpocket?”
she asked to get her mind off the other thoughts that flooded it – like
how good-looking Ewan was.

“In my line
of work, I get a sense of people. Plus, I’ve seen her around her quite a bit.”

“And you’re
not going to call the police?” she said and gripped her purse like the
pickpocket might come for it again.

Ewan shook
his head. “No point really. They wouldn’t do much, and there are worse folks
out there than her, trust me, lass.”

Lass?
Eva’s cheeks heated, and she changed the
subject. “So you speak French?”

He wore a
flannel shirt and jeans, and he seemed like he’d fit in better at a bar in
Montana than a posh Paris airport. If the tour agency screwed this up. . . .

“French,
German, Spanish, Polish and Italian. My Greek is rusty, but I can get by,” he
said and his eyes narrowed.

Eva cheeks
burned crimson, and she nodded. “Good, I just wanted to make sure I got what I
paid for.”

He smiled,
showing his perfect white teeth. “You thought I didn’t look educated, right? Is
it my rugged Highland demeanor?”

It was, but
she didn’t want to admit it. Eva shrugged instead. “I was expecting something
else.”

That wasn’t
a lie. When she put in a call to the tour agency, she thought they’d give her a
woman, for one. Or, if they did give her a man as a guide, she assumed he’d be
older and elegant, like the men in European movies. Not powerfully handsome and
unkempt, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Or those brilliant eyes. How
could he wet her panties with just a glance?

Damn.

His eyes
trailed over her body, taking in the designer slacks and her fitted blouse. “I
suppose I’m not as posh as someone from New York, but we’ll get on more than
fine, I’ll wager.”

Then he
leaned into her, and Eva’s back pressed into the pillar behind her. He was so
close he could kiss her – and she wasn’t sure if she’d push him away or
not if he tried. Probably not.

“I’ll give
you more than your money’s worth, lass,” he whispered into her ear, and his
breath brushed her neck. Then he took a dig breath through his nose, like he
was smelling her, and pulled away.

Hopefully,
she didn’t stink.

When he
stepped back, his eyes lingered on hers, and Eva fought to catch her breath and
calm the raging fire in her stomach.

“I’m sure
you will. Hotel?” she mumbled and hoped she didn’t look as tired as she felt.

“This way.
Cab’s waiting,” he said and hefted her suitcase like it weighted nothing more
than a fluff of cotton. His muscles bulged under it, and Eva bit her lip as he
walked ahead of her. His ass was like a treat in those perfectly fitted jeans.

This wasn’t
the sort of man she’d ever seen up close. It was almost as if men like that
didn’t exist in New York. All the guys she dated worked on Wall Street or
worked in her industry, and none of them were super masculine. Hell, most spent
just about as much time getting ready as she did.

Ewan didn’t
look like he spent more than a few minutes freshening up, and he hadn’t even
bothered to shave this morning. Maybe not for several mornings. Even if any of
her old boyfriends went to the gym, they were toned in a completely different
way than her muscular tour guide.

He held the
door of the cab open and she climbed in. Ewan rattled off the address in French,
and Eva watched the streets of Paris fly by, lit by streetlamps and shining in
the rain. The chill was worse than New York in the fall, but she had a coat to
keep her warm. She sighed at the sights as they drove past.

“Beautiful,
isn’t it?” Ewan asked.

Eva nodded.
Everything outside sparkled and shone. Even as tired as she was, Eva wished she
could go outside and walk in the rain and drink in the city around her.

Well, she’d
get plenty of opportunities tomorrow.

The taxi
stopped at a little hotel tucked into an alley. When Eva climbed out of the
car, she stared at it and raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t the hotel she’d booked.
“This doesn't look like the Hyatt.”

Ewan shook
his head. “That because it isn’t, lass. It’s better. Homier. It’ll get you into
the real Paris lifestyle. All that other stuff is just fluff you don’t need.”

“Fluff I
don’t need?” she said and glowered at him. “This is my vacation. If I want to
stay at the Hyatt, I’ll stay at the Hyatt. I had a reservation. I had to book
it months in advance, and now I’m supposed to stay in this. . . this . . .”

“If you want
to say something insulting, get it out of your system now. We’ve got a long
trip ahead of us,” he said and pulled her suitcase from the trunk.

Two months
to be exact. She frowned at him. Eva saved up vacation days for years to be
able to go on this trip. It was like he took her dream and smashed it on the
ground. “Yes. A long trip that
I
booked. Did you get rid of all my other
hotel reservations too? This place doesn’t even look like it has room service!
And what about the money I spent?”

“It doesn’t.
Who needs room service with restaurants all around us? We’re within walking
distance to the
Moulin Rouge
. Plenty to see around here. Let’s settle in
and get you a drink. I think you could use it. And don’t worry about the money.
I cancelled before they charged you – and I’m paying for your stay here.”

Eva huffed
inside after him. “Don’t presume to know what’s best for me. I’m going to go to
the Hyatt and try to get my room back.”

Ewan turned
and smiled at her. “With what cab?”

She spun
around. The taxi that drove them there was gone, and the rain fell steadily on
the cobblestone walk. Her heels wobbled on it as she cursed under her breath.
“I should call your superior!”

“Language,
lass. Come on. Your room is up here. Best view in the city, if you ask me. If
you really want to call, go ahead. You’ll be without a guide, if you do.”

It wasn’t
really a threat, but Eva didn’t want to be stranded in a city that she didn’t
know all alone. She followed him, thinking she should’ve paid more attention to
her French teacher in high school.

They climbed
a set of stairs, and he opened the door to her room and let Eva inside first.
She gasped when she saw all of Paris lit up below in the wide portrait window.
Even the Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. The rain made the whole scene
look like it was glowing and golden.

“It’s
wonderful,” she murmured.

A strong
hand clamped on her shoulder. “Told you. Best view in all of Paris. The bed’s
here.”

Eva was so
taken with the view she hadn’t noticed the tiny room. It was like a studio
apartment back in New York, and it only held one bed, a small bathroom and a
little kitchenette. The room was so crowded, she almost bumped into Ewan when
she turned around.

“This is
it?”

He smiled,
and his blue eyes caught the light and reflected it back at her. “It is. But
you’re in Paris, lass. How much time are you going to spend in your hotel?”

She glowered
at him and shrugged. “Some time, at least. Where are you staying? Down the
hall?”

His eyes
sparked. “Right here,” he said and sat on the bed. “I’ve got to keep you safe.
Paris can be a dangerous place for some people.”

Some
people
? Eva stared at
him. Did he think she was some kind of celebrity? “I’m not anyone important.”

“I think
you’re more important than you let on.”

“I’m not
famous.”

“I never
said
famous
. I said
important
.”

“But there’s
only one bed,” she said and put her hands on her hips. “And no couch.”

Ewan’s lips
slid into a smirk. “Never slept with a man before? I think that’s a bold faced
lie and you know it.”

“Of course
I’ve slept with men, but. . .”

“But what?”
he asked and stepped toward her. He towered over her, and his breath blew
across her flushed cheeks.

“We only
just met,” Eva said and squared her shoulders. He was not going to intimidate
her with his size.

“Have we?
Funny. It feels like I’ve known you much longer, Evangeline.”

She narrowed
her eyes at him. Ewan was so close she could’ve kissed him if she wanted. His
lips looked tasty. Thin and perfectly shaped, with a little bow on the top.

“Well, we
haven’t. Unless you were stalking me. And I said to call me Eva. Only my mother
calls me Evangeline.”

And the last
person Eva wanted to be reminded of at the moment was her mother.

His fingers
trailed up her arm, the touch tingling her skin. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
he breathed.

Eva didn’t
know what to say. He was kidding. He
had
to be kidding. This gorgeous
man didn’t stalk her for months. If he’d been in New York, she would’ve noticed
him for sure. A man like Ewan stood out, especially in a city.