Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

He pleasured her until her body turned into a virtual pleasure chamber. Boneless. Floating in ecstasy.

Steele growled. Gaby calling his name while enjoying her pleasure took him to the edge. He released her and gazed at her silky skin while her body writhed in pleasure. “You taste so damn good.” He stood and caressed one thigh and then the other.

Gaby widened her legs for him. “Please, I need you.”

Steele joined her on the bed and slid into Gaby’s sweet moist center. She arched, taking every bit of him. Accepting his thrusts. Made for him and only him. “Mine.”

Her breasts glistened and her nipples peaked as if begging to be suckled. Bitten. His fierce wolf glanced at her beautifully shaped mouth. He kissed her and her tongue danced with his.

Gaby’s hands held his face. Her long legs wrapped around his ass. Possessing him. Pressing against him.

She cried out with abandon and he groaned in blissful release as he joined her in pure ecstasy. They climaxed as one entity. Soul mates.

As they descended from bliss, the smell of an ancient coniferous forest caught his attention. Far from the Everglades rental. To a land where mates joined in a virtual dream. Stallo’s forest of lore. Naked, their bodies intertwined on the ground as soft snowflakes cooled their roaring fire. But how? He was lycan and she human. Yet, they had entered each other’s dream before. Perhaps, it had something to do with her wolf charm.

The next moment, they returned to reality. Spent. Her soft breaths music to his ears. Had he imagined they were true mates in the lycan sense? Steele pulled her into his arms. He smoothed a hair from her brow. He still caught the scent of the pine needles on her hair. “Were you there with me?”

“In the forest?”

“Yes. In my dream. Stallo’s forest where true mates meet.”

“Cricket told me only wolf mates dreamscape to your ancestral land, yet again, so did we.”

Steele leaned on his elbow and gazed at Gaby. “Despite our differences, we are soul mates.”

Her fingers stroked his taut jawline. “Is it possible, long ago, werewolves and wolf charmers were allowed to mate?”

Steele lifted a brow. “To be honest, I know very little about wolf charmers, except for the Edict of Segner 1590. For centuries, there have been no recorded cases of wolf charmers.”

“My gene must have skipped untold generations.”

“Which makes you an asset, not a liability.”

“I’m tired of being thought of as an asset. How about someone who can help decipher our past?”

“Agreed. Rylee intends to task our historians with searching our archive for any buried manuscripts about wolf-segens. All I know is because of the wolf charmer’s betrayals the mass werewolf killings of the Middle Ages nearly caused the extinction of our kind.”

“I see why you blamed us.”

“Yes, but to kill your kind was wrong. The council and all the royals must now realize that.”

“Sounds like you want lycans to give me a welcome mat.”

“First, we clear your name and then re-write the damn law.”

She sighed. “For that, I need to meet with Tomlin.”

Steele kissed her hair. “Let’s enjoy a day or two without vicious assassins, and one pissed off she-wolf.”

“Works for me.” Her hand lowered to his groin.

He groaned in wolfish appreciation. How many times could they visit bliss in one day?

Chapter 24

Gaby sat on the balcony with a cup of coffee, enjoying the morning sun. The plethora of birds singing, frogs croaking and hum of insects felt like the middle of the Amazon jungle. Paradise. Two days of peace and relaxation with hot sex added to the mix. Safe. Steele in wolf form

trotted the perimeter, sniffing and marking his territory. She smiled. Except for his enormous wolf frame, he was no different than a pet dog exploring a new environment. This was the perfect place to settle down. Far from lycan society, and no Project Sabertooth to bother her again. Was it possible to hide here forever? Would Kiara ever give up on claiming Steele? Even if her name was cleared, she’d never be safe from the bitch’s wrath. She batted away a fly. Yet, how could she live knowing new criminal assassins for hire served the black market? Stopping Tomlin was the only way she’d be able to live without the guilt of knowing others would die if she remained hidden.