Bonnie Vanak - Seduced by the Wolf

“I’m no Boy Scout. I stopped assisting little old Fae cross the street years ago.” He flashed a grin, feeling his canines lengthen. “Now I just eat them.”

“Cael needs your help.”

“Cael never helped me when I came looking for you, worried what the hell had happened to you.” The Fae leader had been hard as the granite mountains. He talked only of the balance necessary in nature, saying Ariel being with him would upset the balance.

She tilted up her round chin. “Then forget him. Help me, Jarrett. What do you want me to do?”

He brought his face close and said softly, “Beg.”

Long, dark lashes feathered her cheeks as she closed her eyes. He inhaled deeply, drawing her delicious scent into his body. He could almost taste her beneath his tongue, warm and wet. The smell of sex. A throbbing began in his loins, reminding him of how he’d reacted in the past.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll beg. Want me to lose my pride?” Ariel spread her palms wide, revealing her pale breasts tipped with raspberry nipples. “I’ll lose it. I’ll do anything to save my people.”

He watched her nipples grow hard as pearls. He had to touch her. Couldn’t help himself.

“And I’ll do anything to save mine.” He slid a palm over her cheek, feeling warmth beneath his fingertips. “They’re going to die out. Unless…”

He took a new mate and fathered an heir.

For the first time since Chloe had died, hope filled him. Ariel still turned him on. It wasn’t her body, lush and lovely as it was. It was her spirit and life burning bright as the hot sun in the sharp blue sky. He was the moon, sultry and filled with secrets. Ariel was light and warmth. He needed her heat to counter the coldness inside him.

Balance, he thought. Life’s about balance, just as Cael had once said.

Ariel never surrendered. No, she’d go down fighting, tooth and claw. A hint of the passion she’d display in bed.

“I’ll help you on one condition. But you won’t like it.”

“Anything,” she insisted. “Anything you want.”

Jarrett fingered a strand of her silky hair. “Mate with me.”

Stunned disbelief shot through Ariel. Was she really listening to Jarrett telling her he needed to father a child? How he would instruct his pack to assist her only if… She closed her eyes as naughty fantasies she’d abandoned resurfaced. She was naked, lying beneath him in that big bed. Sweat glistened on his brow, his chocolate-brown eyes darkened in fierce concentration as he pushed into her body, his flesh slapping against hers as they made love to conceive his longed-for heir.

It was sex. Just sex.

And dangerous. If his men were around…

“You want me as a mate to give you a child. But nothing more.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still have feelings for me, Jarrett?” She had to know. “Or is it just the sex?”

His mouth thinned to a tight slash. “I have no more feelings left to give, Ariel.”

The Fae inside her cried out to draw him closer and offer comfort. She had to leave. Now, before she capitulated. Because with Jarrett, it wouldn’t be comfort. It would be mind-bending, wild sex that could send them both spiraling out of control.

She pushed to her feet, and a violent trembling seized her muscles. Ariel grabbed onto a nearby bedpost, missed and began to fall.

Jarrett stood and caught her, hefted her into his arms. A lock of blond hair spilled into his face. So handsome, the face of an angel with devilish dark eyes. A beast looked out of those eyes, the wolf held at bay.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up.”

For a wild moment she thought he would toss her onto the big bed. Instead, with the toe of one boot, Jarrett pushed open the bathroom door. He elbowed aside the glass doors and stepped inside a shower the size of a walk-in closet. Very gently, he set her down on the seat. Closing her eyes, Ariel sagged against the wall. She felt so damned exposed and vulnerable. She wanted to collapse in a shivering heap on the floor and curl up in the fetal position.

Sheer will prevented her from doing so.

The slow rasp of a zipper caught her attention. Jarrett shrugged out of his jeans, tugged his mulberry sweater over his head. His chest was broad, dusted with dark blond hair. A scar slashed across the thick muscles of his right shoulder. It looked like a claw mark.

Black boxers fit snug against his lean hips. He was leanly muscled, six feet of lethal wolf in a man’s strong body. Ariel’s breath hitched as she remembered the passion between them that had once threatened to consume them.

And then she’d slipped out of his bed before things got too dicey. Went too far.

Jarrett stepped into the shower, helped her to stand. One arm locked around her middle as he stood behind her and twisted the knobs. Warm water cascaded over her battered body. Ariel flinched, sagging against him as he murmured assurances. He pushed a hand through her hair, his touch oddly soothing. Her life was literally in this wolf’s hands.

He could snap her neck for intruding on his territory.

Jarrett reached for the soap and began washing her. His touch was gentle as he slid the bar over the scrapes and bruises on her arms, washed the lacerations on her face. Delicious warmth stole over her body. Ariel closed her eyes.

“I can’t give you what you want, Jarrett.”

Water beat against her overly sensitive skin. A slow glide of soap over her midsection. She felt his big body grow taut as he stroked the bar back and forth.

“You’re a Lupine Fae. You have shifter blood mingling with your Fae genes. You can mother my children.”

“Your people would never accept such a child.” Ariel couldn’t do this. Not with Jarrett. Too much was between them.

“They would. They need an heir. I need you, Ariel. I want you.” His voice became rough with desire. “You belong in my bed.”

“There’s nothing between us but the past.”

He set down the soap. Cupping her chin in one hand, he forced her to turn.

Jarrett took her mouth.

His lips were firm and commanding as he kissed her. His scent of pine and spice filled her senses, sent the wolf inside her whining with excitement, ready to mate. Jarrett coaxed her lips apart and plunged his tongue inside. Sexual need made her body soft and pliant, willing. Ariel turned into the kiss, tasting him, her mouth moving against his. She sensed rather than saw the glow of white sparks, like tiny fireflies, rising from her wet skin.

No. Not again. Not ever. Ariel pulled away.

His mouth was on her skin now, lips lightly tasting the droplets on her shoulder. Ariel’s breasts tingled. She opened her eyes, saw her lower body shimmering with white light. Panic raced through her.

He must not see. But soon he would, and then…

“I can’t do this. There’s nothing between us anymore.” Ariel wriggled, trying to free herself, but he held her tight against him.

“Liar,” he said softly. “I can scent your arousal.”

Jarrett stroked the bar of soap up and lathered one breast. He trailed a finger lazily over a pebbling nipple. She ached for his touch. Moisture gathered between her legs, her body betraying her.

She threw her head back in a small moan as he thumbed her nipple, flicking it expertly.

“Give in,” he murmured. “Let it go, Ariel. Let it go.”

“I can’t.”

The pleasure built higher and higher, her body growing tight and hot. No longer was she cold, she was fire, molten fire with the heat at her core intensifying….

Through the silk boxers, his erection prodded at her backside. It grew thicker and longer. His strokes grew harder, more intent. She sensed he was slipping, his arousal becoming painful and urgent. Soon…he’d lose control.