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  Satisfied with her answer, he stroked his hands over her in a leisurely way, as if relearning her body. After a moment, he released her, studied the dress she was wearing and, finding no way to open it, caught the hem and slowly pulled it over her head. Tossing the dress toward the corner of the room, he bent over to tug off her panties. When he straitened, he kissed her deeply, running his hands over her now nude body, holding her close.

  Feeling his cock stir, she tugged impatiently at his loincloth, which he was quick to remove. When she felt his hard cock caress her skin and start petting her pubic curls, she spread her legs in invitation. To her delighted surprise, his cock instantly went straight for her opening, writhing as it burrowed deeply inside of her. She gasped, closing her eyes as sensation rolled over her like a tidal wave. Catching her tightly to him, Killian carried her to the floor and rolled over, pulling her atop him. His rough hands massaged her breasts, supporting her as she arched back, rocking her hips back and to, delighted in the motion of his cock. Catching her hips Killian thrust deeply into her, drawing a loud moan from her lips. After a moment, he slid his hands upward and grasped her arms, pulling her down to kiss her deeply as he slid one hand down to cup her butt, and palmed her breast in the other, kneading the soft flesh and sending fresh waves of glorious sensations through her.

  Drowning in a sea of bliss, she explored the sensitive inner flesh of his mouth with her tongue, running her hands across his smooth chest and shoulders.

  Abruptly, he changed positions. Lifting her from his lap, he stood up, caught her around the waist and thrust his cock into her. She shuddered as her own weight pushed the squirming member deeply inside of her sex, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles together for support. He trailed fire across her jaw as he carried her to the nearest wall, placing her back against it and ramming his hard cock up into her. Kneading the flesh of her buttocks, he kissed and licked her jaw and neck feverishly as he pumped into her. A growl issued forth from deeply in his chest and he began to thrust into her harder and faster. She felt him stiffen, felt his hot seed fill her, felt his cock thrash against the muscles of her sex. The motion brought on her own release and she screamed with the force of it.

  Weak in the aftermath, they collapsed to the floor together this time, once again in each other’s arms. It’s actually quite nice, Caitlin thought to herself dreamily. Definitely not like anything on Earth.

  “Do all Earth women here have such magnificent fur?” Killian asked as he gently stroked her hair, lowering his head to it and breathing deeply. “It has such an unusual smell….”

  The question caught her off guard, confused her for several moments. “Fur? Oh, you mean my hair, right?” She covered a yawn before continuing. “Everyone here has it. Not always long like mine. It comes in all different colors too. The smell is just my shampoo.”

  He silently considered her answer. “No one on my world has hair. There are only a few species of animals that have fur and only a handful of them with enough to speak of.”

  “That’s strange. I wonder why you didn’t evolve hair like us? I mean, you seem so…human.” She thought of the prehensile cock that was even now stirring inside of her. “For the most part, I mean.”

  “We came from Arutagia.” At her puzzled look, he tried to explain. “It’s a place of…water. We came from the water.”

  “Oh. Well, we did too.” I guess we just didn’t get the full benefit.

  “I love your hair.” He fingered a lock of it, twirling it between his fingers. His cock, obviously in full agreement, squirmed inside her sex.

  “Killian,” she said hesitantly.

  He stilled. “Don’t Caitlin.”

  Their eyes met for a moment before she could look away. The pain in his eyes was evident and made her hurt in response, but she knew she had to say something. “It just wouldn’t…”

  He placed a finger over her lips, replacing it with his own lips for a brief kiss. When he released her, he stood wordlessly, locating his loincloth on top of her panties, and dressed.

  Oh god, this is it. He’s leaving now. What the hell am I supposed to say?

  “Killian--”

  “Caitlin.” He stopped at the shaft of light and turned to look at her one last time. “Good bye.” He stepped through and in a moment, was gone from her life.

  Caitlin felt sick. She felt like she might throw-up any moment. He’s gone. I’ll never see him again. He left, just like that. She moved in a daze, hanging her toes in her panties more than once as she dressed. He’s gone forever now. She’d never been as miserable as she was at that moment. She liked him. She didn’t think she was in love with him or anything, but she really liked him. If he were from here, we’d be dating now. But he wasn’t from Earth.

  She could hardly breathe. Pushing and prodding her way through the crowd, she reached the door at the end of the hall. Outside, Val paced the mezzanine.

  “Val!”

  “Caitlin!” Val rushed over and hugged her. “Caitlin, don’t be mad. Anthony asked me to marry him! Can you believe that? I’m getting married!”

  “What?” Caitlin was floored by the announcement. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m getting married!”

  “To Sir Anthony? But you hardly know him! And just where the hell will you live?”

  Val tried to calm down. “I’m going to live with him. In the middle ages. I never really did ask him what year it is where he’s from. Oh Caitlin, can you believe it? I’m finally getting married!”

  Caitlin didn’t know whether to be more shocked or horrified at the revelation.

  “Good god Val! You were saying just a while ago that you were only here to say goodbye. That it couldn’t work out!”

  “I know what I said.” Val stilled. “Caitlin. I’m never going to find a guy like Anthony anywhere else. Especially not in this day and age. He could never fit in here. Hell, what would he do for a living? In his own time and place, though, he could actually be a really good provider.” Val patted her stomach. “We’ll need that.”

  “You’re pregnant? You’re pregnant!” She pulled Val into a hug of her own. “Oh my god! I mean congratulations! But Val….” She pulled away from her friend and studied her face. “Val, you’d be giving up so much. And you hardly know him!”

  “Stop saying that! Look, I know. There’s a lot of stuff I’ll miss--mostly my best friend in the whole world. But, Caitlin, I’m in love with him. I know I haven’t known him a long time, but I know what I feel. I was miserable the whole time I was away from him. I know it’s a huge risk and I’ll be giving up every modern convenience, but love doesn’t exactly come around all that often. I’ve never been so crazy about any man. Especially not one who’s crazy about me too!”

  “I just. Can’t believe it.”

  “Caitlin…I know that we always had a thing where neither of us pries in the other’s love life, but…well, you’ve been miserable too. I can see that.”

  She’s right. I have been. She shook her head. “Val, there’s just no way it could work out.”

  “Why the hell not? This place is here for a reason. If that kind of relationship never worked out, would they offer it as a choice?”

  “I guess I never thought about that….”

  Val kissed her on the cheek. “Well do. Anyway, Anthony’s waiting in the room. I just couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”

  They squeezed each other tightly for a few minutes. “Why not give the guy a fair chance, Caitlin? It isn’t like you could never come home if it didn’t work out!”

  A fair chance?

  “Goodbye Val.” She sniffled and tried to smile for the last time at her very best friend. “I’ll miss you.”

  “Me too. But don’t just write me off! I mean, jeez, I can always come and visit you, where ever you end up!”

  Val virtually skipped to the door leading to the hall of historic dates and mates. “Bye Caitlin!”

  In moments, Caitlin was left alon
e with nothing but her thoughts.

  Had she really given Killian a fair chance after all? Enough of one to learn about him, to like him, but a real chance? Val is giving up everything for a chance at happiness. Would I really be giving up that much to be with Killian? She turned toward the door she had rushed out of only minutes before.

  They have technology there. Hell, this translator is above and beyond anything we have here. She opened the door, walking down the hall to the room she had just vacated.

  If things worked out between us, I could always adopt children if I really want them. Come back for a frozen pop. Hell, as far as I know, I might be able to have some with him. Ya never knew about these things. She pulled out the crumpled paper she had hastily stuffed into her purse when Killian had left her, and started hitting the buttons on the console.

  And Val’s right. I could always come back if it didn’t work out. But… Would he even be interested now? That thought brought her up short, but she pushed it aside with an effort and finished. He has to be. He just has to. Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut and wished with all of her soul that he’d come back.

  She sighed, almost sobbing in relief when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She turned into his embrace.

  “Killian!”

  “I thought you said it wouldn’t work out.”

  “I know what I said.” She tilted her head back and he kissed her lips and face. “I want to give it a try. Just a try. This doesn’t mean we’re getting married or anything. Just dating … if you’ll have me?”

  He gave her an incredulous look, sweeping her into his arms. She wrapped her own around him, nuzzling his neck, closing her eyes against the light as he carried her into another world.

  “Welcome home.”

  The End

  Excerpt

  Ravished by Wolves

  By

  Yvonne Morgan

  © copyright October 2012, Yvonne Morgan

  Revised and re-vamped from a previously published title, The White Wolf’s Curse.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

  The muscles in Fador’s chest and arms rippled beneath her touch. Rachelle tried to be casual about touching them, but it made her blush the way he gasped as she slid her hands over his skin when he set her down on her feet. She turned and hoped he wouldn’t see it.

  “Are you all right?”

  She had no idea how far he had run with her in his arms, but it seemed he had been running in silence for hours. It was amazing to her that he had only recently started to pant. He must be a professional runner or something. What were the odds of that, though? He leaned up against a tree and looked up to the moon without answering her.

  “Thank you. For saving me.”

  He was like a dark knight come charging from the darkness to rescue her, but he seemed to have forgotten his shining armor. And his clothes. While he was distractedly standing with his face turned up and his eyes closed, she took the chance to study him. Rachelle’s eyes traveled past the long raven hair that fell past his shoulders to his face. He had a straight nose, square jaw and his skin looked swarthy under the pale light of the moon. She followed the cords of muscle down his chest to his rippled stomach and beyond. His body looked like a Greek statue.

  Well, almost. The Greeks would never have chiseled such a long hard cock on one of their statues. She felt her sex clench as she looked at it and tried to pull her eyes away. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen and she found herself yearning to touch him again. She looked back up to his face and found him staring back at her with a half smile on his face. Rachelle blanched.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “What? Oh.”

  “Enjoying the view?” he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face.

  The heat that rushed to her face wasn’t the only heat she felt at that moment. Another one bloomed hotter as his gaze slowly swept down her body like a caress. Rachelle found herself speechless. What in the world is he doing out here without his clothes? If he were one of the authorities he certainly wouldn’t be out here naked. That thought cooled her ardor, but only a little. She tried to focus her concentration on his eyes, fighting the urge to allow hers to wonder again. What in the world is wrong with me? I’ve never felt so…. Shut up Rachelle! My god, think of the situation you’re in. Control yourself woman. He’s just a man. A sexy man, but still just a man. Who just happens to be naked and happy to see you. It isn’t like he’s the first man who’s ever given you that look before.

  He may not have been, but she couldn’t recall any of the others at the moment and didn’t think any other man had ever had such a powerful, physical effect on her body using nothing more than a gaze. She felt herself growing wetter the longer he stared at her with that look of hunger in his eyes, so she tried to think of something to distract them both.

  “What about those men? Do you think they’re still following us?”

  He laughed.

  “There’s no one left to follow us. Not from that group anyway.”

  His confidence in that was unnerving. Had he somehow been involved in the attack, or had he only lucked across it?

  “Why exactly did you say you were out here?”

  “I didn’t.”

  “So…?”

  “My brother and I were abducted and brought to this island.”

  It was horrible to think they had brought men out here too. It was hard as a woman, but how must a man, as proud as they usually are, feel about being held captive like that? While she had not heard of any men being abducted, it did not strike her as at all odd that no one would report them missing. People expect men to be able to take care of themselves and they generally ignore it when they go missing, assuming they simply left town on their own. He seemed to be taking everything rather well, though it was hard to imagine that he wasn’t a proud man. Must be keeping it inside.

  Then she felt her heart skip a beat as she realized what else he had said. An island? Feeling faint, Rachelle slipped to the ground, resting her head against her knees. How are we going to escape? If he was kidnapped too, he doesn’t have a boat. One thing at a time Rachelle. One thing at a time. She looked up at the handsome man who had risked his life to save her and hoped he had a better imagination than she.

  “So, where’s your brother?”

  “Michael should be here shortly.” He reached down to Rachelle and took her arm, helping her to stand. “Are you all right? We need to keep moving.”

  “I’m… fine. What’s the plan?”

  “Plan?”

  “For getting off this island. How are we going to get away? There’s no telling where we are or how far out they brought us. We could be anywhere!”

  “Oh, Michael and I have been thinking about that. We have it all planned out. Don’t worry.”

  Only too happy to let someone else do the worrying, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her back up against his chest. He took off at a trot and she tried to think of something to keep the conversation going but was horribly distracted by the throbbing of his rock hard cock against her side.

  “Um… how long have you been here?”

  “Only two nights.”

  Rachelle looked wistfully at his lips, wondering if they were as firm as they looked. Breathing in his intoxicating scent, she fought the temptation to find out. She was jolted several times as he leaped over fallen tree limbs and rocks. He’s an amazing athlete. What stamina….

  “I never asked you name. Here you saved me and I never even asked….”

  “Fador. And you are…?”

  “Sexy.”

  “What?”

  Realizing what she just said out loud, she felt a deep blush climb up her neck to her cheeks and imagined she was probably red all over at this point. When did I get foot-in-mouth syndrome?

  “I mean Ra
chelle. My name’s Rachelle. Um, where exactly are we going? How will your brother find us?” How much more time alone with you am I going to have?

  “Oh, it’s just ahead a little bit. We found it our first night here. As for Michael, he knows his way back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he beats us there.”

  To her utter disappointment, they found out moments later that Michael had indeed beaten them to their destination. They came to a stop in a clearing in the woods, where a large tree had fallen. There was a thick carpet of grass in the middle of the clearing where the sun undoubtedly shone during the day. To Rachelle, it looked heavenly. As she slipped again out of Fador’s arms, she found the grass was actually surprisingly soft and spongy.

  A dark figure at the edge of the tree line stood and turned slowly around to face them. As he walked from the shadows into the light of the moon, Rachelle gasped. Twins?