Touch of the Wolf

Chapter 3

©CRGangell aka Whitesabretooth

                Chapter 3

Roberto’s eyes snapped open; he reached up and grabbed his phone. He flicked it open and put the phone to his ear. “Yes?” He said quietly as not to wake Shannon. Sometime during the night they had moved; him to his back and her draped across his chest.

“Where are you?” Wolfgang demanded.

“He broke into her house last night, and was arrested. I brought Shannon to my hotel room.” He explained gently.

“Shit… I’ll tell Amy she won’t be in.” Wolfgang conceded.

“Talk to you later.” He hung up and glanced down his body. The blankets were tented up by his painful erection.

She mumbled and crawled up a little to bury her head under his chin to keep the early morning light out. He chuckled. She grunted as his chuckle disrupted her sleep. He shifted his hands to hold her hips, his fingers touched as they spanned her narrow waist. Like Amy she was petite. He wondered briefly how Wolfgang had managed not to hurt Amy.

His wolf crawled to the surface; he took a deep breath and growled gently as her scent filled him. His wolf was anxious, he wanted to lay his claim, to make love to her, to hear her scream his name as she convulsed around his cock. His breathing became shallow as her scent was beginning to overwhelm him.

She groaned and pushed away, wondering why her pillow had become so uncomfortable. She squinted at him for a moment before she punched him and snuggled back down. He grinned at her and rubbed the spot she had hit. His Wolf started to push against his human side, aggressively wanting to take over. The force of the mental attack by his own Wolf startled his human side into retreating.

Her eyes snapped open the moment she realised he was different. He may not have shifted but there was something about his manner that reached into her subconscious that had warning bells going off in her mind. She was suddenly afraid to move. She had seen Amy’s beast come forward to control the body, it didn’t always bring about a shift. If that happened, Amy warned her, the shift always happened in the eyes.

She gently pushed herself up and glanced up to his face. His brown eyes had turned molten gold. She quickly ran through everything she knew, knowing better than to run from a Were of any sort, not when their primary instinct is to hunt or chase what ran away. She tried to pull away to put a little space between them.

His hands tightened on her waist and went to pull her back to him, and growled a warning, a warning not to fight this. She knew the different types of growls, she had heard them all and Amy had even gone as far as to explain each growl.

“I need to go to the toilet.” She told him.

The wolf watched her intently for several moments then released her, he could understand bodily needs. She got up and walked calmly to the bathroom. She went to shut the door but the growl she heard was a definite warning that he would break it down if she tried to shut it.