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The Warder's Wolf - Ruana and Zan were drawn together by circumstance. Unfortunately, she is a popular commodity and the other werewolf clans will come for her. Each eager to take a powered female who goes into heat. A confrontation is inevitable, and blood will be spilled. Will Zan's Clan be enough to protect them, or will the Warder family have to step in to defend their own?
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Warder's Wolf - Chapter 1 Ruana’s hands
shook as she finished smoothing her dress over her hips. Her friends
were meeting her at the Howl and would no doubt give her a hard time
for her choice of clothing. They tended to wear short leather skirts
and even shorter tops. She had opted for a spring dress of cotton. It
covered everything and fell to her knees.
Those knees buckled as another bolt of lust flared through her
and left her panting. Over the last two days she had gone into heat,
and her clit was trying to kill her. Never in her memory had she been
this aroused and no amount of masturbation was taking the edge off.
Her clit was sore and sensitive to the lightest touch, and yet she
still couldn’t cum. No. Not couldn’t, wouldn’t. Her body refused
to obey her demands.
Well, if she could catch the attention of one of them tonight,
then her little problem would be over.
Her friends had already arrived and taken root at the bar when
she showed up. Ruana wandered over to them, letting her senses catch a
glimpse of her prey. Good. There were at least four wolves in the
crowd, if all went well, this might even be easy.
Keena introduced her to the bartender. Ruana extended her hand
to shake his. Zan took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. As
she waited to get her hand back, she felt his tongue flick across her
skin and her legs nearly buckled under her. Her teeth bit her lip to
stifle the moan that the tiny gesture had brought on. Meeting his eyes
over her hand, she could see his wicked grin. Lord he was good
looking. It was no wonder that her friends talked about him
constantly.
“May I have my hand back now?” Her fingers wiggled to draw
attention to their captivity, and he reluctantly let his prize be
snatched away to its owner.
“This is your first time here.” The low rumble of his
speech carried through the higher pitched voices of all the women
swarming the bar.
“Yes.” It was all that needed to be said. She would have
been here sooner, naked, if she had known that he smelled as good as
he looked. His scent clung to the hand that he had touched, and she
could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
“Make sure and tell me before you leave, wouldn’t want to
start a stampede.” He gave her a serious look, then a wink.
She flashed him a small smile, and turned back to the
flamboyant humans who had invited her. He watched her for a few
moments and then got James to take over the bar. He had a few calls to
make.
Three hours later, Ruana was beyond bored. Her friends were off
dancing with the guys that they had picked up, but not one of the
candidates she spotted had come anywhere near her. Six perfectly good
werewolves scented a female in heat, and not one of them made a move.
Her dress must be uglier than she thought.
She walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender. He was
blonde and attractive enough, but not her type. “Is Zan still
here?”
He turned to her with a bored look, “I know you must be one
of his many fans, but I am not going to tell you where he is
sweetie.” He took a close look at her, “And besides, a librarian
isn’t really his type.”
She blushed furiously, and cursed the damned dress again.
“Its ok, he just told me to let him know when I was leaving. Since
he’s the only guy who spoke to me tonight, I wanted to say thanks
and goodnight.” She gave him a short smile and headed for the door,
and the cab that was always out front.
But when she got outside, the cab was gone. She turned to go
back into the club, but her way was barred by three of the six
possibilities she had identified.
She turned to run and found that the other three had taken up a
flanking position. “Oh shit.” *
* * * Inside the
Howl, Zan finished his queries in the back room and came out, his eyes
scanning the establishment for any signs of Ruana. The calls had taken
longer than he had thought.
“Hey James, did a girl come up here looking for me?”
“Can you narrow it down? About five from your fan club have
been by- one to say that she was leaving without waiting to see your
beautiful face again.” James grimaced and loaded glasses onto a tray
for a run through the dishwasher. All of his attention was on it,
ignoring the women clamoring at the sight of Zan behind the bar once
more.
“Mousy, in a plain cotton dress?”
“Yep, that’s the one.” James turned to look at his
employer and took a step back at the fury in his eyes.
“How long ago?”
“Five minutes, maybe less? A few guys followed her out, but
who could be that desperate?” James was talking to air as Zan
vaulted over the bar and headed for the door at a breakneck pace.
*
* * * “Uh, guys. I
just want to take a cab home. No trouble.” She spread her hands to
her sides, and prepared to fire a defense spell. She was a little
rusty and could probably only hit two of them, but she hoped it would
slow them down.
“Choose, bitch.” The three flanking her moved closer.
“Uh, choose what? What exactly are my options here?” Slowly
she turned her head, and looked for another way out.
“You have to choose one of us to fuck, or we will choose for
you. And we won’t limit the number.” This growl came from in front
of her. One of the three blocking the entrance to the club. She saw a
movement behind them and then, as she was thinking on how she could
talk her way out of this one, she heard a howl.
All of her suitors froze. They shared frustrated glances
between them and disappeared into the night. A minute after the howl,
there was no hint of any danger left in the area. But Ruana couldn’t
move. She slowly backed toward the door of the club.
Fear at what had almost happened shook her to the core. This
was why she had just stayed home the last five times that the heat had
struck.
It was damned dangerous.
Out of the shadows Zan appeared. He walked casually up to her
and asked, “So are you willing to take me on? It might beat the
alternative.”
“At this point, I would go with Satan if he said he had a
place for me.” Ruana noticed that she was actually shaking where she
stood.
“Not too complimentary, but follow me.” His easy saunter
led them around to the back of the bar and a small employee parking
lot. He wandered up to a small sporty car and opened the passenger
door.
“Get in,” He held open the door for her, and she slid into
the embrace of the leather in the small black sports car.
Once he had gotten into the driver’s seat, he locked the
doors again. “No sense taking chances.” Viola Grace Copyright © 2006 All rights reserved |
