Wolves for the Holiday 1.1 (18+) © Josette Reuel
Jaz didn’t know what was going on, but this whole situation scared the shit out of her. It was like a paranormal romance book come to life and that didn’t happen in reality.
She took a step back and dropped the pan of water. Within seconds she had grabbed both of her friends’ hands and was dragging them down the hallway to the back bedroom.
“What are you doing, Jaz?” Gabby pulled at her hand.
Jaz was determined and clenched Gabby’s hand tighter and pulled faster.
“What the hell is going on?” Chaylea’s voice was low and harsh as her fear fed her legs and she pushed in front of Jaz.
“I have no feckin’ idea, but we’re locking ourselves in the bedroom.”
A growl sounded at the end of the hallway and Jaz heard large bare feet hitting the floorboards behind them. She pushed Gabby forward and as a hand grasped her arm she shoved her friends through and pulled the door shut behind them.
“Lock the door,” she screamed.
She heard the click of the lock and her friends’ voices as they argued on the other side. She was pulled against a hard chest. Muscled arms circled around her and held her in place.
“Don’t ever run from me sweetness… not if you don’t want me to chase… I can’t be held accountable for what the wolf wants,” he growled in her ear.
His nose traced up her neck as he inhaled.
“You smell. So. Dammed. Good.” He exhaled. “Sweet and mine.”
Jaz stood in shock, his words barely sinking in, until she heard “mine.” Jaz didn’t belong to this asshole or anyone else. She was her own woman. She relaxed against him and when his grip loosened, she slammed her foot down against whatever part of his leg was reachable while her elbow went back into his stomach. Pain shot through her arm as she hit the hardness of his muscles. Damn. But, she kept moving and was soon banging on the door for her friends to let her in. She heard the lock click, but before the door could open he was on her again.
“Mine.” He growled.
“The fuck I am.” She yelled as she whipped around to look him in the face. “No one owns me.”
Her breaths came hard and fast through her nose and mouth. Her lungs were starved for air and she fought the dizzy feeling as she was snared in his ocean eyes.
“Oh, sweetness, if only you knew how wrong you are.” He nudged closer to her and his fingers curved around the back of her neck.
Jaz felt frozen in place as her skin caught flame. Her brain ceased to function and her arguments died on her lips. The light brush of his lips against hers was such a contrast to the man that Jaz melted. His arm wrapped around her waist just in the nick of time – she was sure she’d have collapsed onto the floor otherwise.
“You see sweetness, the wolf is never wrong.” His hand glided from her waist, down her hip, and onto her ass while his other remained at her neck.
Wolf? Wolf? Wolf? Why did that word tug at her mind? What should she be doing? Thinking? Objecting?
“You’re perfect,” he groaned.
Out of habit, the usual denials fell from Jaz’s lips. She was overweight, her ass was too big, and her looks were average.
The man stepped back only far enough to look her up and down while keeping his hands still connected to her.
Jaz took in a deep breath and her lungs filled with the smell of pine trees and crisp clean mountain air. It was the best smell ever and caused her already soaked underwear to dampen further. Heat rose on her cheeks and she looked down to hide from his intense gaze. At the sight of his fully erect cock, the events preceding this moment flashed through her mind. She jackknifed backwards and came up against the bedroom door. She heard her friends calling out to her. What the hell was she doing? This man and his friends showed up naked and he was covered in blood. He then picked his friend off the floor by his neck, when moments before he was unable to move. And, then he proceeded to follow her down the hallway and catch her before she entered the bedroom. How the hell did he catch her? He should have still been back at the end of the hall or with his friends. Then there were the references he kept making about wolves.
Jaz began to shake her head, “No. No. No.”
He grasped her arms, “You are perfect. Curvy and all woman. Just the way I like ‘em.”
She continued to shake her head. What. The. Fuck? This had to be a fucking dream. She must have fallen asleep after her and the girls brainstorming session and a story that one of them thought up was racing through her mind.
“I wouldn’t lie to you. I have no reason to… just feel…” He seized her hand and placed it on his rock hard length.
Yep. This had to be a dream.
“I’m dreaming. It’s a damn good dream, but a bit intense for me.” Jaz pinched herself.
Nothing. Wasn’t a pinch supposed to wake you up? Damn it. She needed to wake up. If this dream continued and she didn’t get to finish where she knew this was going... well, she’d be devastated.