Werewolf magic was strong. They could easily maintain their clothing in their animal forms. The second their human bodies disappeared, so did what they were wearing, but the second it reappeared so did everything else.
The lake would be chilled at this time, and after his long run the thought of cooling off in its calm water seemed like heaven. A soft breeze blew by, sending the dry leaves on the surrounding trees tinkling against one another in a symphony of nature. There was nothing he loved more than fresh air.
“ You’re swimming? Now?” she asked as she too switched to her human form.
He turned to give her some snide remark but frozen the second she came into view.
Her blue eyes were hooded in dark silky lashes, and raven hair pooled over her shoulders. She was shorter than him, probably around 5’6” or 5’7”, but she held her spine straight and her chin tilted up in a stance of defiance and power. This wasn’t a wolf used to being pushed around.
She was wearing a dress made of deep green velvet and black silk, odd for one of their kind. Kiley wouldn’t be caught dead in such an outfit. Witches were the only ones who had materials of such wealth, far ahead of the times and smarts of the humans.
“ You’re staring,” the she wolf stated, though she didn’t sound offended by it in the least.
Forcing the lump in his throat down, he licked his suddenly too dry lips and shifted on his two feet. His hands were still on the straps at his pants, and when she glanced pointedly down at them he snapped out of it. He was over a thousand years old, yet he could still be made speechless by a girl.
“ Coming in?” he asked, finally undoing the strings. When she shook her head, he shrugged then dropped his trousers without a second thought. He turned and headed away before she could catch his smirk.
He felt her eyes on him the whole way, and once he reached the edge he sent one last teasing glance over his shoulder before diving. The water rushed up to meet him, soaking his hair and slicking against his skin in a loving cool embrace. He sighed, still under, then shot up to the surface with a laugh.
She’d moved closer and was standing in the same place he’d jumped from. There was a curiosity in her eyes that he couldn’t figure out.
“ Never seen a naked man before?” It was mostly a joke, but when she bristled he realized his mistake. It wasn’t wise to tease a woman one didn’t know. “You must be hot in that dress. Come in?”
“ Olivia,” she responded back, crossing her arms over her chest haughtily. “And I think not.”
“ Really? So you’d rather stand there and watch then?” He quirked a brow. “I see. You’re one of those. Alright.”
She glanced around uncomfortably, thrumming her fingers against her arm as if impatient for something. She’d also stopped looking at him, looking in every direction but his.
At first, he began to think this really was a trap and that his brother or the Truths would leap out of the woods any moment and attack while he was naked in the lake. But then the direction of the wind shifted, bringing with it a tangy scent that tickled his nostrils and sent pangs of electricity shooting down his back.
How had he not noticed she’d been purposefully standing downwind from him this entire time? They’d been traveling now for a few hours, and every time she’d shifted around him he hadn’t caught on that she’d been playing keep away with the breeze.
Werewolves weren’t the same as their only animal counterparts, but there were similarities that they could escape. Going into heat was one of them. They could easily have sex and enjoy it like a human woman would, but at the same time once a month they were overcome with the need to copulate.
The smell usually sent any male Were’s around in a wild sex craze.
Jensen felt the heat fill him up, and was glad for the shield of the water over his mid section. The last thing he wanted to do right now was scare her away. Still, he couldn’t help the blood that rushed through him, turning his cock hard as stone in a matter of seconds.
He was the king and could have anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted them, but he would never force someone to his bed against their will.
Her skin, which moments ago had been pale as alabaster, started to tinge pink, a sign that she’d sensed the change in him. He was already slowly making his way out of the water by the time she turned to face him, wide eyed.
“ Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, shocked when he didn’t recognize his own voice. He sounded too husky, too breathless. He clenched his jaw against the sensations of pure need that rippled through him. This wasn’t good. His animal nature wanted him to rush towards her and take her. The knowledge that even if she argued, she’d still want it, didn’t help any.
A wolf in heat was in constant need for sex. It practically tortured them to be without. He’d known wolves that’d shack it up with others they were known to hate just to scratch the itch that felt more like a pitch fork being driven into the skin than an annoying tingle.
“ I was hoping to avoid…this.” She waved a hand between them, looking more like a deer caught in the headlights then the wolf she was.
A growl escaped the back of his throat and he fisted his hands at his sides. “You find me unattractive? Do I not suit your standards?”
He’d never been turned down before. Even before he’d been king women had thrown themselves at him, begging for a chance to be with him. And it wasn’t because he was the prince. Or at least not only because. His reputation preceded him, but she didn’t know who he was, and he found he liked that. It would be like a challenge, getting her to welcome him in.
Something long dead stirred within him, shedding a little light to his otherwise dire life. This could be fun, and he didn’t know the last time he’d partaken in anything remotely close to that.
“ I don’t even know you,” she said back, still refusing to move away as he continued his approach.
He respected that, the refusal to show weakness. It was an important trait among their kind, and an admirable one. He was just going to have to play extra dirty in order to get her to crack. It shouldn’t be too hard considering she was already at war with herself. Each step he took that became more apparent by the look on her face.
Her entire body was practically shivering, and she was visibly clenching her jaw. She was watching him, her eyes roaming over his wet skin and his bared chest. He could sense the doubt and annoyance swirling off of her, followed closely by anticipation.
“ You can’t be comfortable,” he said in a voice dripping with honey. “I can help; you don’t have to know me for that. We aren’t humans, Olivia.” Finally he felt the water begin to recede around him as he got closer to the shore. He didn’t so much as blink as it dropped away from his groin, exposing him to her sight.
She sucked in a breath and he knew in that moment that he had her.
He was huge. A happy trail made of short dark brown hairs led to his cock, jutting out a full ten inches. The head bobbed as he moved and she gulped, trying to force back the part of her that wanted to rush forward and take him in her hands. His balls were so big she didn’t think she could fit one in her palm of her hand.
The plan had been to arrive at the Moonshine camp before the heat kicked in, but then she’d been delayed a day and everything had changed. She didn’t want to meet the king like this, didn’t want him to think ill of her because she was throwing herself at all of his male pack mates. That was the worst way to introduce herself.
The heat wouldn’t let her do anything but, however. She wanted it, and she wanted it bad. Her muscles were already clenching painfully, and she was so wet she knew the second he got within ten feet of her he’d smell it. It was hard to hide arousal from a Werewolf.
He was so taut, his wet skin glistening in the dying sunlight. She watched his muscles ripple as he moved, watched the head of his cock bob up and down. His chest was hairless, giving a clear view of his impressive eight pack and broad chest. His torso was long and tapered at the waist. His hip bones were visible, helping to create a sexy V shape leading to his jutting member.
Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress, breasts swelling to the point where it was almost painful in the bodice. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe through it. It was almost like a red haze came over her.
He must have seen it on her face, because he picked up the pace and was standing before her seconds later, the heat from his body twisting around her, seducing her closer to him. He was right, they weren’t humans. They didn’t have to follow the same code of etiquette. Besides, this would take care of her other problem.
If she tired herself out using him, she wouldn’t have to worry about jumping the bones of the king or his pack
