Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) by Evangeline Anderson

found my face buried in his ruff. And oh, he was so warm.
    With a little sigh of contentment, I wound my
arms around his furry neck and pressed closer, letting the delicious animal
heat penetrate to my bones. His fur tickled my nose but I didn’t care. He
smelled wild and yet, somehow familiar. Like fur and leather and sunlight in
the woods.
    Speaking of sunlight, I could feel the sun rising
to full glory overhead and I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Between my
terrible weariness and the delicious feeling of finally being warm, I couldn’t
hold my eyes open anymore.
    I nestled closer to the wolf and let sleep claim
me.

 
    * * * * *
    “Mmm, you’re so warm,” I murmured as I rolled over in Victor’s arms. He had a smooth chest
after all—not hairy as I had imagined. I pressed my cheek to the hard, warm
muscle and listened to the steady beat of his heart.
    “And you’re so soft,” he growled in my ear. One large hand slid down my
bare back and cupped my bottom as he pulled me closer. I could feel him rubbing
against me everywhere—my tight nipples pressing against his chest, my sensitive
pussy mound rubbing against his thigh. The hard ridge of his cock branding my
belly.
    Looking down, I realized we were naked, both of us completely bare and
pressed together in the most intimate way possible. Some part of me knew this
ought to bother me. That I should be frightened—Victor was so big. And I
shouldn’t want to do this—hadn’t I sworn never, never again?
    But for the life of me I couldn’t remember why I should be frightened or
upset. I only knew how good it felt to be in his arms. How right.
    “You feel so good in my arms, baby,” Victor murmured in my ear. “Want to
touch you now.”
    He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply as though he was memorizing my scent.
At the same time, his big hands started exploring me, cupping my breasts and
teasing my nipples…sliding lower to caress my ass and part my legs. I arched
against him like a cat that wanted to be stroked and opened my legs willingly
for the long fingers that invaded my pussy.
    “Yes,” I whispered in his ear. “So good…God, that feels so good.”
    “Feels good to me too, baby,” he growled softly, his fingers working
gently, going deeper and deeper inside me. “God, you’re wet. Going to feel even
better when I’m inside you…fucking you…breeding you.”
    “Please,” I whispered, wanting desperately to submit. “Please yes, I want
you in me. Please, Victor, please…”
    With a low growl, he rolled me under him and replaced his fingers with
his cock. As he filled me with himself, thrusting his thick length deeper and
deeper into my pussy, I moaned his name and gave myself, submitting completely
and without reservation. I was his, his completely and I had no wish to be
anything else.
    I had the strangest urge to throw back my head and howl…

Chapter Five—Victor

 
    I woke up with the feeling I wasn’t alone. There
was someone in bed with me. A soft, warm weight was pressed against my bare
back and a delicious feminine scent filled my nose. It made me instantly hard.
    Who…what…? As always, I was a little
disoriented after coming out of my wolf form. I had vague memories of the night
before—running in the moonlight, howling and returning the howls of the other
wolves, and then putting my paw into something that bit and bit and wouldn’t
let go…
    The memory made me realize my left wrist was aching.
In fact, that might have been what woke me up in the first place. I was lying
on my right side so I brought my left wrist up in front of me and squinted in the
dim room, trying to see the problem. Nothing seemed to be broken but it
throbbed painfully. Great—so I wasn’t going to be getting much work done
today—good thing it was the weekend. But something told me that my injury might
have been much worse. If it wasn’t for her…
    Her, whispered a voice in my brain,
the voice of the wolf. Pale girl.
    A picture formed in my