5: Hood - Pack Trust (10 page)

Chapter Ten

My stomach growled. At least, I thought it was my stomach. But, on second thought, I think it was Hood and Fera in unison. Reading my mind?

Fera said, “If we don’t feed her, she’s gonna kill something tonight.”

My brain flicked to the habitat. I knew what I was going to kill. Exactly.

Hood shook his head. “You can’t do that, Giselle.”

I backed away from him. “You don’t own me, Hood.”

Fera snickered over that and muttered, “Bet.”

It distracted me just enough for Hood to get a hold of me again. I fought for only a second before I went limp and let him drag me against him.
You can manhandle me, but you can’t really own me.

Again, Fera snickered.

Jack’s head came up. “What?”

“Shh.” Fera whacked Jack--not hard--to keep him still, so she could concentrate.

Hood looked down at my face and shook his head, “Wrong, Giselle.”

I tried to jerk free. “People don’t own people, Hood. I’m not a dog.”

His other hand came up, smoothed a thumb over my cheek in a very tender touch. Softly, he said, “I never thought you were.”

Hood is so intense, he just blocks out whatever he needs to. And, right then, he blocked out the fact that Jack and Fera were watching. I didn’t have any defense when his lips descended on mine in a devouring kiss.

To say he kissed me senseless is not an understatement.

Go ahead, pity me a little bit. I wanted him so bad, I would have let him ravish me in front of an army. When he blocked out our audience, I did, too. He had me breathless in seconds, clinging in a minute and drizzling with desire before I could think.

In that dress, I had no secrets from him. My nipples puckered up and the lobes of my breasts gathered heavily, pressing into him. When I felt his erection between us, I moaned into his mouth.

You’d think Fera or Jack would have gotten up and walked out, but nah. Fera’s a total voyeur, loves to watch. And Jack? He’s a man, plain and simple. They watched avidly.

Hood reached down between my legs to feel how wet I was. Not that he couldn’t smell me. I mean, when my juices are flowing, the fragrance flowers up between us. Or maybe that’s because he always reaches down there, unleashing the flow? Whatever, I was slick quick.

And with the full moon rising, I was dripping wet.

He tore his lips from mine, pressed them to my temple and whispered, “I thought I’d lost you.”

That blinked me out of my little heaven.

First, as far as I knew, there were still security teams on the prowl. His words kind’ve smacked me with that thought. Second, what, exactly, had he thought he’d lost? A ready romp?

My stiffness relayed itself to him and he, too, became taut. Maybe he realized how close he’d come to expressing his real feelings for me. Damn the search and my running in the first place. Pulling away from me, he asked, “What?”

“Are they still looking for me?”

“Yes, but--shit.” He let go of me and went to a phone. Calling Lobos, he told security to halt the search, explained that he’d found me and would be bringing me back personally.

I struggled with that. I’d been content at Lobos before, but now that I knew I’d been his prisoner all along, I had a problem with it. I glanced toward the window, then the door.

“You run, and I’ll hunt you down myself,” Fera said. “You can’t do that to him again.”

Spinning to face her, I asked, “Do what?”

I think she wanted to rip her hair out. Fists went up and she gritted, “I swear, you’re as dumb a bitch--”

Jack got a hold of her hands, brought them down, interrupting with a calm, “Maybe she’s not so much dumb, Fera, as needing a little help understanding.”

Hood had his back to us, still talking, but speaking much more quietly. More conspiracy. That’s what I guessed.

“What does she need spelled out? A blind girl could read--”

“What?” All the riddles were bringing out my ire. Tired, hungry, angry. Moon almost up. I growled, “What?”

“Careful, Giselle.” Jack climbed up off the sofa. “We need to get to the habitat.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Yes, you do.”

Those bitches bounced through my head and I agreed, “You’re right. I do want to go.”

Hood hung up the phone. “Giselle can’t go in there tonight.”

Jack squared his shoulders. “She can’t stay out here.”

“Why can’t I go in there?” I headed for the door. “Try and keep me out.”

Jack groaned. “Giselle--”

The door open, I took off running. Barefoot, in that stupid dress. Must’ve been a great sight to see. Knowing it was all Lobos property, I, apparently, stopped caring about propriety. But that’s the crinos rising.

Fera hit me from behind, without a growl. I never knew what hit me.

I was getting real tired of that. We tumbled across the well-manicured turf. My crinos kicked in and I came up gnashing and swiping, popping and bone crunching, with a few agonized howls. It must’ve scared or shocked Fera, because her eyes widened and she backed away from me in horror.

Hood and Jack got to us at that point. Jack leaped in front of her, as if to protect her from me, and that scared me. I mean, I had never looked into a mirror when I was in crinos. Hood had always kept me safe--from myself. Medicated me through it all.

I heard him crooning, “Giselle--it’s okay.” When my head didn’t snap around to look at him immediately, he repeated my name. “Giselle--” but it was sweet, soothing. He was beauty and I was the beast.

When I realized that, saw my hulking shadow spreading out over the lawn, I swallowed, tears gathered in my eyes and bleakly, I looked around for him.

This is how beautiful Hood is. How amazing. We all need crinos at the full moon. To resist it--for an unnatural anyway--is nearly impossible. But he’s a man of iron will. And that’s why he’d managed to climb the Lobos ladder and create the great underworld--under God and Gaia, both.

Oh, he’d grown in stature, unable to arrest the natural shift his body wanted to make. But his face was still human. There might have been more hair on his neck and back, but he reached out to me with human hands, crooning my name again, “Giselle...” There was appreciation in his eyes, and the smile of awe in his expression when he whispered, “You are one fucking beautiful bitch.”

Of course, I reveled in it for a minute before jumping his bones, knocking him to the ground and snarling in his face, “Fuck you.”

I heard Fera over my back, growling, and I knew Jack was holding her back because I heard him growl, “Relax.”

Hood flipped me, shifted crinos full-bore, and said in his sexiest, most feral tone, “Oh, you can bet I’m going to let you.”

But I’m not whipped in that form, so I clawed a little. Never say a crinos werewolf isn’t a little hard-headed. Both of us, I mean. He didn’t take no for an answer. Not that I was really saying no. In fact, I wanted to have sex, as much as I wanted to kill him, to lash out at him and make him hurt as much as I was doing. Does that make sense?

I’m sure it looked more like a wrestling match than lovemaking--to anyone that wasn’t garou--but it was fun, it released a lot of my tension. And eventually, after a lot of catch’em, kiss’em, ditch’em, I landed on my belly with him on top of me, holding me down while we both got our breath.

He huffed, “I’m gonna have to fuck you, Giselle.” He didn’t realize it, but his mouth dropped right to my bite mark. I felt hot air all over it, fanning out on the surrounding skin.

I don’t know why, but the fun went out of it all, and I buried my head in the grass, saying, “Just do it, Hood.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. But I felt defeated there.

I don’t think he could have held back any more. I’d teased him to the point of torture. He slid into me with a hard, swift maneuver, groaned, “Aah,” pumped a few deep strokes and released.

You know what happened then, I’m sure. Jack leapt on him.

The whole world is filled with déjà vu, for me, I think.

We were both pinned as Jack said, “I’m not letting you up until you tell her.”

Hood gritted, “Get off of me, you son of a bitch.”

Jack laughed. He laughed! “Wrong. I’m not a fucking
lupe-garou
!” I can only guess that he had a grip on Hood from behind--perhaps by the balls?

Hood could not move, being still inside of me and caught like that. Because, if he could have, I’m sure he would’ve ripped Jack’s head off. He went for the distraction. “Where’s Fera?”

So, I’m under them both, thinking, Great. I can’t get off in this position and they’re discussing Fera.

But out of the blue, she said, “I’m here. Tell her, Hood. Get it over with.”

He growled.

Jack must’ve squeezed because Hood yelped, put his lips to my ear and said, “Get ready to roll.”

To tell you the truth, I was calculating my ability to throw them off.

Fera said, “You’re not that strong.”