Guardian Wolf Page 2

  He let his fingers slide against her palm as he slowly pulled back his hand. Adding the barest of swirls with one fingertip against the very sensitive center of her palm, he was rewarded by a distinct gasp. Keeping his gaze on hers, he studied her expression closely for fear, annoyance, or any other sign that he was being too aggressive.

  Lily simply radiated her lust even more. Holding still so as not to betray his own nearly overpowering lust, Kieran marveled that she was so ready, so soon. When this wolf Guardian made up her mind, she made it up fast and certain. Which shouldn't have surprised him, given how quickly and decisively she'd ended the life of the human she'd turned. It was another sign of an excellent alpha to be. She was a perfect mate for him.

  Now, he just had to convince her.

  ***

  Lily wasn't sure who was more shocked at their contact—she or her suppressed wolf. The human and wolf parts were both her, one being, yet somehow separate too, in ways that sometimes defied description. At the moment, both were in tandem in their surprise at her sudden boldness and the biting desire that gripped every sense she had.

  Interesting. This was the Lily she used to be. Strong, certain, unafraid. Maybe that part of her hadn't completely turned tail and run that night. So it was true about sex being the jump start she needed to return completely to her Guardian role. There was something to be said about merely recognizing a concept on an intellectual level, and actually understanding its truth down to her marrow. This was the trigger that would launch her natural instincts, help her call upon what some termed “wolf magic.” Sex with this gorgeous alpha, a pure mating frenzy, was the answer to unleashing her wolf magic and stepping back into her full lupine power. One night with him was just what she needed.

  With tremendous reluctance, she freed her fingers from Kieran's sizzling grasp. Not that he was holding her hard. In fact, he'd barely skimmed his finger over her skin. But she couldn't think right even with that minor contact. What the darkly sexy wolf would be able to do to her when he touched her everywhere, skin to skin, body to body, every nerve ending quivering as though drenched in mindless, hungering fire—

  Lily thought maybe the stool would melt beneath her overheated body. It was clear her brain was already fried.

  Kieran regarded her with that cool stare. It wasn't cool, of course. She could sense his animal sensuality simmering just beneath the civilized human who remained in control. He was good at masking himself, no doubt about it. But Lily's own senses were so acute at the moment that it was almost as if she could read his mind. She'd never felt this sort of intense connection before. Not even with the man she'd changed, the one she'd thought she might love.

  It had to be the long-repressed hormones. Pure and simple. She'd shoved aside her wolf's sexual needs for so long that now she'd opened the floodgates. Everything in her was coming alive tonight.

  This was an achingly good feeling, actually. Something like power sizzled along her skin and nerves. Her wolf rolled over, reveling in the sheer sensuality of it.

  “Actually,” Lily began. Was she really going to say this? Yes. “Actually, I think I'll skip the drink. What I'd really like is to drink you. I've been parched too long, and you're what I need right now.”

  This time, there was no mistaking Kieran's purely male reaction. His wolf had nudged into his eyes earlier, his scent curled possessively around her. Now, though, his pupils widened. His skin darkened even more as blood rushed into it. She heard glass begin to splinter in his other hand, and she flicked her gaze to it. The amber liquid he'd been sipping from the short glass seeped through the spiderweb cracks the abrupt spasm of his grip had created.

  Lily shivered with a wild leaping of desire. This wolf was strong. Stronger than most wolves she knew.

  The black Stetson shadowed Kieran's face as he briefly tipped his head. Then he looked back up at her, dropping his hand to her thigh. Through a roaring in her ears, she wondered if it were possible for a palm to actually scorch with its heat.

  “And here I thought I'd have to go slow with you, Lily.” Kieran's voice was suddenly so dangerously soft, so deep, that Lily leaned forward to catch his words. “I thought I'd have to coax out your wolf to play, convince the woman to dance with me. Well, hell, darlin'.” He drawled the word like a true cowboy. This Pack Guardian was the real deal. “Clearly, I underestimated you. And I've got to admit, I've never been so glad to have done that in my life.”

  Lily felt her smile reach down to her toes and up to the top of her head. Being desired was such a heady feeling—ah. That was it. That was the source of the power she'd sensed. He was making her feel like a woman again. Her wolf nuzzled and rubbed up in her mind, confirming Lily's revelation.

  “I've never been this bold before. Maybe it's because it's been a while since I've been—social.”

  Even as she said it, Lily could have kicked herself. Apparently, sexual power also made her brain even less effective. She might as well have told him she was deprived and therefore insanely horny. An easy wolf.

  But Kieran still looked at her as if she were the whipped cream and he was the lucky strawberry about to be dipped into it. She saw in his eyes the triumph of a man who knows he is going to make a woman very, very happy.

  “Lean a little closer, Lily. I'd like to see how bold your kiss is.”

  Her last brain cell promptly fell to the floor. She felt her wolf take over that most primal center they shared. If her wolf were a cat, it would be purring about now.

  Kieran reached over, grasped her hips with those strong hands, and slid her a few inches across her barstool toward him. His legs were open and pushed straight down against the old wooden floor, and he slid her right between them. Her thighs pressed against his. His face was centimeters from hers. She knew he could hear her spiked heartbeat because she could hear it herself.

  More excitingly, she could hear his, too.

  “May I, Lily?” The words were breathed against her mouth, and she smelled the richness of bourbon mingled with male spiciness. Her head actually spun from the intoxicating mixture.

  “Mm-hmm,” she breathed back, and let her lips settle against his.

  It was simultaneously like coming home to sweet comfort and being shot off into the spiraling black velvet of the night sky. Kieran's warm lips were talented and confident over hers. They played against her mouth with a curiosity and wonder that robbed her of even more breath. Awareness of her every cell sped through her being. She felt her wolf rumble in unequivocal approval as Kieran staked a sexual claim upon her body like she'd never had before.

  Never allowed, that is.

  Lily forgot everything she knew except this moment, this kiss, this man. This dark wolf. He was claiming her, every willing inch. Fire roared up from her center and flickered across her skin. Kieran's tongue pushed against her lips and she let him in to taste her mouth, to stroke it with an intimacy that promised more to come in other places.

  She thought she heard him groan against her. His hands slipped up her back, fingers playing with the waist of her jeans. He was kissing her so thoroughly she wasn't sure she was still sitting on the barstool. She wasn't sure of anything except the frenzied yearning swallowing her up. Her wolf writhed in ecstatic anticipation.

  Kieran pulled back just enough to whisper, “Upstairs. I have a room. It's nice. Big bed.”

  “Uh-huh,” she panted back. His black eyes—really black, like a starless night—looked deep into hers.

  “Oh, Lily.” His breath traced her lips and sent more shivers down her spine. “If only you knew how amazed I am right now.”

  “Not as much as I am,” she managed. His thumbs were still on her waist, playing with the belt loops, tugging down as if to strip her right there. “I thought I couldn't—” She stopped. Could she be more gauche? There was no need to make it clear to the man how deprived she'd been.

  “Shit!”

  The angry and scared curse, hissed right by their ears, startled them both into jumping. Yet even with h
er heart somersaulting in her chest, Lily noted with pleasure that Kieran didn't release her entirely.

  Sara stood beside them. Tension and wary vigilance laced through her and reached out to them, alerting both their snarling, interrupted wolves.

  “I'm so, so sorry, Lils. You too, cowboy,” Sara added, shooting Kieran an apologetic glance.

  Lily's wolf cocked a curious ear at Sara's crisp, professional tone, slightly less aggrieved at being thwarted in her mating ardor. Something was wrong.

  “But we have trouble. You're from a northern pack, aren't you?” She addressed Kieran directly. “Under Alpha Weston Rendall.”

  “Sara, how did you know—” Lily began, but Kieran answered across her protest.

  “Yes. Silver Mountain.” His tone was flat yet concerned. “Weston is my sire.”

  “Good,” Sara said. “I'll need your help. Lily—she's, ah, she's been on leave from her Pack Guardian duties for a while.” She didn't look at Lily when she said that, but a suspicious red outlined the tips of her ears. “And we have a situation.”

  “What—” Lily started again, but both wolves shushed her. Sara held up her palm as Kieran slide a calming hand across Lily's lower back.

  Sara tensed again, and her nostrils flared slightly. Immediately, both Lily and Kieran inhaled deeply. Lily caught the old creaky wood scent of the bar's floor, which smelled like a tired tree. Sweat, exotic flowery perfume, foamy beer, slightly stale peanuts.

  And hugging the edges of it all, the wild, acrid scent of unknown wolves.

  Lily would have stood up except that Kieran still had her effectively—and, she acknowledged, utterly willingly—trapped between his iron-hard legs.

  “Rogue wolves. Here?” Her appalled tone turned grim as the implications hit her. “In our territory?”

  “I scented three of them, but there could be more. Just caught it. I think they're inside the building. The hotel part,” Sara added, jerking her head toward the connecting hallway up the stairs at the back of the bar.

  “What the hell? What are they thinking, coming into our territory like this? They know that's a death sentence.”

  Even as she spoke the thoughtless words, Lily recoiled from their sting. The snap of his neck cracking as she carried out the death sentence she'd so selfishly laid down upon him...

  “Lily. Don't do this to yourself.” Kieran's urgent but controlled voice sliced through her still whirling head. She looked into his dark, hard eyes. “Focus, now. We have work to do.”

  She nodded, mesmerized by his gaze trapping hers. He steadied her like roots anchored a sapling to the ground. How could he make her so calm, so soothed, after the fever his exciting touch had ignited in her body only moments earlier?

  “Upstairs. To the hotel lobby,” Kieran said. His palm still rested on Lily's back, the heat of it searing her despite the suddenly very different urgency of the moment. “We need to get a better scent on them.”

  “They've probably split up.” Sara's voice still retained control. The only sign of her unease was its pungent grip on her body, transmitting to Lily's keen nose.

  Funny that she'd never stopped to wonder why her senses in human form were far more acute than any true human's. It was accepted Pack truth that all shifters, of any kind, shared defining characteristics between their human and animal selves. If they didn't, they would eventually go completely feral in their animal forms without the logical human mind guiding them. It made sense that the reverse was also true.

  Thankfully, wild animal instinct held forth when mating as a human. Lily's toes curled in sweet expectation as she briefly contemplated that imminent future with Kieran. Then she shook herself back to the present. Find the rogues, determine the meaning of their intrusion into her Pack's territory, and take them to the Pack council. Then.... Then, she could discover Kieran's sweet, wild fire.

  If she could wait that long.

  “Okay. Lily, you stay here in the bar.” Sara was operating in full Pack Guardian mode. “They wouldn't dare do anything with so many people around. Kieran and I will check it out.”

  Sara started to turn away when Lily shot out her hand to grab Sara's wrist. Sara stopped and gave Lily a confused, questioning tilt of her head.

  “I'm not staying here.” Lily could hear the chill in her voice. Her wolf, hunting instincts aroused, clawing to the surface. “I'm coming with you.”

  Sara stared at her Packmate. Lily didn't blink, didn't move. She felt Kieran's legs tighten against hers even more. The lazy twitch of his thumb against her back had stilled, and it seemed he almost held his breath. But she wasn't about to back down. Not when it was her Pack. Not even her insanely hot cowboy could stop her.

  Her cowboy? Lily flipped the thought away, pleasing as it was. Now was time to focus on the threat of the rogues.

  Sara's expression betrayed a tumult of warring emotions. Trepidation, relief, and something else flitted across her delicate features in a lightning flash. Then she shook her head and turned her arm in Lily's grip to offer her hand.

  “Okay. But if you get hurt because you're out of shape, it's on your head.”

  ***

  Kieran moved his approval of Sara up a significant notch. She knew what was good for Lily: to stop wallowing in the past and get back to the work she was meant for.

  Lily struggled to free herself from Kieran's legs, although she didn't try too hard. He deliberately pulled her back for a moment and nestled her right in the crook of his legs. His unmistakeable erection, snugged up right against her rear end, should tell her how ready he still was for her.

  Oh, she felt it, all right. She turned her head so those sun-dappled green eyes met his. Fascinated, he watched them turn darker in color as her breath hitched. Her pulse thumped against her neck, and he had an almost overwhelming urge to lick it.

  “Later.” His voice roughened with the intensity of the promise. “Right now, we have rogues to catch. And because of you, I'm at a heightened awareness.”

  “Which is a good thing, I assume.” Sinuous, she shifted against him, eliciting a groan he couldn't contain. “Hmm, yes it is.”

  Sara rolled her eyes at them, although an indulgent smile lifted her lips.

  “Come on. I'll take the back stairs, the ones by the alley. You two check the lobby.” With that, Sara turned and wound her way through the boisterous bar crowd, deftly avoiding the pleadings of more than a few men for a dance. She did, however, reward more than one of them with a sultry glance. Kieran recognized a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to show it. It was also the sign of a healthy Pack, when the females were strong and sure.

  He appreciated even more that Lily wanted him, only him, and showed it with her every lingering finger stroke and quickened pull of breath. She was as strong and sure as any member of her Pack. She just needed to remember that herself.

  Lily gently tugged away, and he finally let her, rising at the same time so they were still body to body when she was on her feet. The top of her head came to just about his nose, which was the perfect angle for a kiss.

  She must have thought the same thing, because she tipped her chin up so she could meet his lips with hers. She tasted like sweet spice: cinnamon sprinkled with nutmeg and a liberal dash of cayenne pepper to top it all off. Pressing herself into him, letting her curves mold against his hard edges, Lily took his exploring kiss and gave it back with an eagerness that again had his cock leap. Oh, yeah, she was soft, but taut muscles rolled under her silky skin. She'd kept herself in shape, despite what Sara had said.

  “Come on,” Lily murmured after a long, lost moment. Her hands worked on his neck, teasing and curling and stroking. Tantalizing chills ran from Kieran's head all the way down to his toes, then back again. “Let's go kick some rogue ass.”

  “Mm,” he answered. The intoxicating sweet musk of her personal scent played havoc with his brain. They had a job to do, but he still firmly held the image of turning her over and plunging into her, watching her match him stroke for
stroke.

  As if she could hear his thoughts, Lily's sea-green eyes widened and her delicate nostrils flared. Her arousal swept off her in a wave ten times as strong as earlier. Kieran let a grin slide over his face.

  Wordless, she nodded. Again, he saw her pulse ticking in her neck. Again, he wanted to lick it, to scratch his canines along it, to feel that life throb against his mouth. To know she trusted him at her most vulnerable point.

  She turned to slip through the pheromones swirling with desperate intensity in the bar, heading for the low, sweeping staircase that led to the hotel's lobby. Kieran saw more than one human male watch her with open assessment. He took in her pert rump, the flow of hair over her shoulders, the swing to her hips as she walked. Low rider jeans revealed smooth skin rising above her waist before disappearing beneath the tied ends of her long-sleeved shirt. He definitely approved of all that bare skin.

  He felt cheated he was denied the full view of Lily's naked body, though. His wolf snarled in soft agreement in his head as they entered the lobby. The rogues...they would be good prey. A good hunt, something to heighten the sensual roar igniting through him and his wolf both. Those rogues would pay for interrupting his time with the unbroken, sassy she-wolf whose touch he craved right now. And then some.

  Sara lounged against the lobby's reception counter, flirting with the human male behind it. The human's expression revealed a bedazzled reaction to the woman who leaned over the counter and ran her fingers over his hand, dropping throaty words punctuated by brief snippets of laughter.

  Lily stopped at the sight and Kieran almost bumped into her. He took advantage and pressed close against her rear, eliciting a welcoming growl from her. She wiggled her rump and almost caused a disturbance of the peace. Kieran restrained himself from assaulting her willing body right there in the lobby by focusing on the task at hand. The rogue wolves. Little trespassing bastards.

  “What is she doing?” he asked in a low voice. Even he could hear the desire shot through his tones, and Lily could as well, judging by another wiggle. “God, woman. Watch that, now.” He took a deep breath to steady himself again. “Doesn't much seem like the time to be lining up her fun for later.”