Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

Lev rasped. “Come, Rachel.”

Though she didn’t need much prodding, he pumped into her like a vibrator on steroids. Rachel cried out. “Oh, god. Oh…” Each stroke sent her into convulsing spasms of relentless ecstasy. Until…oh, god.

Lev held on as long as he could. Her helpless quivering body beneath him and her cries of passion undid him. He released her arms and braced himself for coming. He bucked into her and abandoned himself to pleasure.

Her fingers grasped his shoulders.

Together, they rode out their simultaneous climax. Each crying out in release.

He grunted one last pulsing explosion and found her soft nape. Gently nibbling until he bit in, piercing her vein.

Rachel gasped from the momentary pain and then sighed in relaxation. Trusting.

Her skin so soft, her blood so drugging and at last, his. Lev was lost to her. Forever. Mine.

Her fingers caressed his hair. “I feel so stoned.”

Pleased his bite gave her pleasure, Lev sighed in satisfaction. Rachel’s special blood was an elixir, giving him greater strength and allowing his heat to continue warming their space. Slowly, he released her. He licked the trickle of blood off her neck. So delicious. He lay back and drew her in, so she rested her head on his chest. “How do you feel?”

Rachel splayed her hand over his abs, smoothing over them, making his shaft harden, ready for more sex. “Like I had the best orgasms of my life.”

He laughed. “Feeling is mutual.”

“I bet you say that to all your conquered women.”

“I don’t conquer women.”

She chuckled. “Of course you don’t, we surrender.”

He tangled his fingers into her golden hair and kissed her head. “It is I who surrendered to you, Goldilocks.”

She sighed contently, and he pulled the blankets over them. “Sleep, my Rachel.”

In only moments, she fell asleep. He used no mind control. Had he exhausted her? Had he sucked too much of her blood? Shame clouded his heart. What have I done?

Chapter 13

Inside the sleeping bag, Rachel curled into a fetal position. Still naked and warm, but alone. Lev? Had she dreamt the entire sex in a cavern with a werewolf scene? Her slight soreness and his raw masculine scent imbued her body and blankets, providing her with evidence of the hottest sex she’d ever had. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she climbed out. The cold air bit into her skin. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body. Lev donned the dark military garb worn by her abductors. The big bad wolves. For a powerful werewolf warrior, he appeared domestic stirring food in a pot. That is, if a warrior could ever look domestic. Breakfast. She shivered. “How did you not wake me up?”

Lev let go of the spoon and went to her, embracing her and gazing down at her. “Goldilocks turned into Sleeping Beauty.”

“Please.” She laughed and gazed at the pot. “A beast that cooks.” Not to mention a beast in bed. “I can get used to this.”

“I’m quite happy to make my Goldilocks porridge.”

She bit her swollen lower lip. Heavy kissing does that. “About last night...”

He lifted her chin up. “Yes. Your life, our life, is now complicated.”

Rachel lifted a brow. So that is my current relationship status? She just had a one-night stand with a werewolf. Complicated is about right. “Look, we don’t need to tell Howard. At least not until he’s well enough to pretend to care.”

“Rachel, he does care. Now that you have entered our circle, he’ll support you with the transition. Entering our society won’t be easy.”

“It will take a big learning curve, but I’m game.” Curious to the max.

“Get dressed and then we eat. The sun is out, but there is still danger of avalanches.”

“Can you find a safe route?”