Chapter One
The cabin was dark and unwelcoming as she pulled past the final curve and came into the clearing. Josie Hare sighed tiredly as she looked with skeptical eyes at the cabin. She’d needed this time, planned for it, yearned for it. Now she was wondering if she’d made a mistake.
“Okay, Josie, there’s no help for it now. Let’s just get inside and get some lights on.” The sound of her voice seemed to give her courage and she slipped tiredly from the rented SUV. The trip had taken all day, starting early this morning from her home in lower Michigan. She hadn’t expected it to be that long, but the directions she’d gotten from the gentleman renting her the cabin hadn’t been exact and she’d gotten lost after pulling off US 2. After getting some directions, she got dinner and back on the right track.
It had taken another three hours to get to the cabin and after finding the tiny two track road she’d thought she was lost again. Now she was here, exhausted and ready to just collapse. But she still had to empty the SUV and get the power on in the cabin. Why hadn’t she accepted the owner’s offer of coming out and turning on everything for her?
Because you’re too damned proud, the little voice in her head said. You can never accept help and look what that little personality flaw did to you. Josie stretched, feeling the pain in her back even more since she’d been sitting behind the steering wheel for so long. The scar still itched from the surgery she’d been forced to endure, barely healed and she yanked at the brace she still wore, pulling it down and tugging on the tee shirt she wore under it.
The damn thing made her itch and she hated it more than anything in her life, but without it, she felt as if her body would collapse, just accordion down until there was nothing left of her. Picking up her keys, she headed for the front door, grabbing only her purse and overnight bag. She fumbled with the lock, cursing the stubborn thing before finally hearing it click and come open in her fingers. “Finally,” she said tiredly.
She pushed open the door, hearing it squeak loudly. On the shelf by the door was a lantern with a big package of matches just as her landlord had said. Josie dropped her purse and her bag down on the ground, picking up the lantern and lighting it.
The interior was cheery, drapes on the windows and matching furniture that was a little worse for wear. The inside walls were the original logs, chinked well between to keep out the upper Michigan
There were a few inhabitants that would have to be ran out of town before she could sleep and she still had to bring in the supplies from the SUV, including her laptop before she could allow herself to relax.
Excitement gave her energy and she suddenly felt better about the next month. Leaving the lantern on the porch to give her light, she went back to the SUV and started to unpack, careful of her back. Too much weight and she’d mess up what they’d managed to fix. By the fifth trip, she was tempted to let the rest wait until morning, but she toughed it out. Stacking foodstuff into one corner, she carefully lifted the box of books she’d brought along to read over by one of the couches.
Her suitcase went into the main bedroom, the one that had a fireplace as well as its own bathroom. Now all she had to do was get the generator started and then she’d be all set for the night, besides sweeping out the unwanted in habitants. Picking up the lantern, she slipped around to the back of the house, freezing when she heard a crackle of a footstep.
Josie held her breath, uncertain what was out there making noises. It could be anything from a bear to a dear, she didn’t know what kind of animals made their homes in this woods. When eyes shone in the clearing from the light of her lantern, she held her breath, watching as a large wolf stepped out of the woods, hesitatingly approaching the circle of light around her.
He was beautiful, a big, gorgeous specimen. His hair was deep black, a white streak splashed across his chest. His eyes were wide set and a beautiful brown, staring at her with an intelligence that was uncanny as well as a little scary. “Go, get out of here,” she shouted suddenly, watching as the animal turned on his heel and ran back to the woods. She was almost sorry to see him go, he’d been a surprising but exciting sight.
“Okay, the generator, Josie. Get it done so you can go to bed.”
She found the shed, reading the directions the landlord had left out by the generator to get it started. It coughed and sputtered for a minute before catching and running smoothly. “Wonderful, that wasn’t all that hard.”
Swinging the lantern on the way back, she glanced at the woods, wondering if she’d see the wolf again. She kind of hoped so. She’d wanted to be alone on this trip but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t like to see some of the natural wildlife.
She made it back inside, closing the door securely behind her. With a sigh, she blew out the lantern and dropped onto the couch, suddenly too tired to make up the bed with the sheets she’d brought. Instead, she grabbed the old quilt that covered the back of the couch and shook the dust out of it before covering herself with it and letting herself sink into sleep.
Into her dreams she felt herself drawn, her eyes moving quickly beneath her closed eyelids. So deeply asleep was she that she didn’t hear the sound of footsteps on the porch. She didn’t see the face that pressed against the window, the eyes that stared at her with curiosity and a little bit of awe.
The dream when it started was innocent. It began with her seeing the wolf in the clearing. She smiled in her sleep, for he really was beautiful. He held his well made head high, his nose in the air, checking for scents. His chest was wide and muscular, his legs long and built for running. As she watched him, he suddenly stretched, laying full length on the ground almost at her feet.
She blinked furiously, watching as he changed from the wolf to a man in very little time. He was tall, long legged and lean. His hair was shaggy but his face, ahh that face. It was beautiful. Men shouldn’t be beautiful, but he was. Dark lashes rested against high cheekbones, fluttering briefly before staying closed. His lips were full, but not overly so. They held a masculine kind of fascination, making her wonder how they would feel against her own. He had a firm jaw that bespoke of stubbornness and a tiny cleft in his chin that had her longing to touch her tongue to it, to find out how he would taste. His forehead was wide, free of wrinkles in his sleep and his hair was pushed back, as if he an his fingers through it.
Fingers, they were long, slender and looked as if they’d be at home on either a keyboard or a woman’s body. A shiver shuddered through Josie at that thought and she took her time looking at the rest of him. He had a wide chest and was powerfully built with thick shoulders and a lean stomach. She could easily see the lines of the six pack of muscles there and it made her hands itch to touch and explore.
The rest of him was just as finely made and just as big, even his cock as it lay soft upon its nest of pubic hair appeared bigger than normal. Josie fell to her knees beside the stranger, his continued sleep giving her a bit of courage. Reaching out, she touched the wide vee of hair on his chest, amazed by how soft it felt. Her fingers seemed to move with minds of their own, stroking down over his chest and across his stomach, finally touching the crinkly curls at his groin. They were different, rougher, less soft and more wiry. With a sigh, she felt the back of her hand stroke over his soft cock, hearing an intake of breath from the man and seeing his cock twitch and come to life, growing longer until she couldn’t help but reach over and stroke it.
It’d been so long since she’d touched a man, way before her accident that had caused the crushed disks in her back some three years before. Kale had wanted to stay with her, but she’d pushed him away, unable to stand the thought of someone seeing the ugliness of the long scar that had been necessary for the doctors to remove the pieces of disk before they did any damage. Those weren’t her only scars, the accident had changed her body and she’d gotten so she didn’t even want to see the scars anymore.
The man’s groan tore her mind from those awful memories and she looked into his face, seeing his eyes open. They were a deep, rich brown with a warmth that surprised her. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I-I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt?” she said softly, stammering just a bit.
“So you thought you’d give me a hand job?” he asked, amused as her face turned bright red and Josie realized she was still caressing his cock with her palm.
She dropped him like he was a snake, her hand rubbing against her jean clad knee. “I-I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.”
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he said with a chuckle that touched a chord deep inside of her. He motioned to where his cock now stood proudly from his naked body. “I didn’t mind at all.”
“I can see that,” Josie whispered, embarrassed beyond all measure now. She tried to rise but without her cane or help, she couldn’t get her feet under her the proper way to get up. Seeing her dilemma, he rose quickly, his cock swinging for just an instant in front of her face.
“I think you’re the one who could use some TLC,” he said, offering her his hands.
She had no choice, she could either kneel here, his cock pointed right towards her partly opened mouth, or she could accept his assistance and rise with as much grace as was possible for someone in her condition. His hands were warm around hers, his strength enough that she had no problems getting up. When she was upright once more, he took a step back from her, keeping his hands out incase she needed them as she swayed a bit. “Are you hurt?” he asked, looking at the strange contraption she was wearing around her middle.
It looked something like an old fashioned corset, but instead of boning in the stays, it held metal. It tied in the back but had a hook and eye fastening up the front for easy on and off. She’d been wearing the thing since her surgery three months back and hated it with a passion.
“I have to wear this,” Josie said. “I was in an accident and had to have surgery.” But that’s all she would say. The details were too painful, her loses too many to recount to a stranger especially a naked one. “Do you always walk around the woods naked?” she asked.
“Was I naked when you first came upon me?” he asked, smiling down at her. He took a step closer, making Josie realize exactly how much bigger than she he actually was as he forced her to look up at him. “N-no, you were a… a wolf,” she answered him slowly, finding it as unbelievable as she had before.
“That’s right, I’m part wolf. Does that scare you, Josie?” he asked.
“I think the fact that you know my name and I never gave it to you scares me more,” she said, taking a step back from him.
“You talk to yourself,” he said simply.
“Huh?”
“You talk to yourself. I’ve heard you call yourself Josie, I figured it was your name because, unless you’ve really gone around the bend, I don’t think you’d call yourself by someone else’s name.”
“How did this get back on me?” Josie asked. “You know my name, what’s yours?”
“Teagan O’Roarke at your service,” he said, sweeping into a bow that would have seemed much courtlier if he’d been dressed.
“Irish?” Josie asked, digesting the strange name as well as his strange manners.
“As they come, Miss Josie,” he said with a smile, picking up her hand and playing with her fingers.
She could hear it now, that soft Irish brogue that barely haunted his words. It was lyrical, his voice deep and intelligent, making her long to hear more. “So what is an Irish wolf doing in the middle of a forest in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan?” she asked.
“Well, I was thinking of sweeping this young lady I just met off of her feet and talking her into running away with me,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss upon her open palm.
“Then what they say about the Irish is true?” she asked, pulling her hand away slowly.
“What’s that you’ve heard, Miss Josie?” he said with a smile.
“That the Irish are full of blarney,” she teased, backing away from him slowly and moving back toward the front of the house. She wasn’t paying enough attention to her feet, her eyes on his face and the slow but full smile that developed at her words. She saw his eyes widen an instant before she tripped on the rock, her arms flailing out in attempt to save herself from the painful fall.
His arms were around her, pulling her gently into his embrace and holding on tight. She found herself pressed up against that luscious body, his cock pressing against her stomach against the corset. Her heart was beating in overtime over her almost fall and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you,” she said and meant it.
“No,” he said softly, staring down into Josie’s soft blue eyes. “Thank you. I was wracking my brain to come up with a way to get you in my arms.”
“And now that you have me there?” she heard herself asking and almost gasped in surprise. She sounded almost like the old her, the her before the accident that had changed her life so much.
“Are you provoking me, Miss Josie?” he asked, his hands running down my back over the corset and down over her jean clad ass. “Because trust when I say, it wouldn’t take much provoking at all to sweep you up in my arms and carry you into that cabin to find a bed.”
“Would you have your way with me?” Josie asked, smiling slyly up at him.
“I’d almost believe you were wanting me too,” he said in surprise.
“This is a dream, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he answered simply.
“Then it is my dream and in it I can do what I want, can’t I?” she asked.
“I’m not certain of the rules, but I suppose you can,” Teagan answered.
Her hands slid up his naked chest, one burrowing into the hair at the back of his head, the other holding on to her shoulder as she tried to raise herself up on tiptoe so that she could get closer to him. “If it is my dream,” she whispered, “then I want it to be a good one. Kiss me, Teagan, please?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice, Josie girl,” he said huskily, his hands cupping her face and drawing her up to his lips.
Heat slammed through Josie, passion and desire rolled into one potent punch, slamming right into her gut as his mouth opened over hers. His big hands slid down her back, once more cupping the rounded curves of her ass, trapped in tight denim. He lifted her easily, holding her close without hurting her and walking into the cabin.
The couch where she’d been asleep held the crinkled quilt and he carefully placed her on it, following her down to lay next to her.
“You taste of passion and spirit, Miss Josie,” he rasped, his hands roaming and touching.
“You taste like fresh air and fire,” she managed to squeak out as his hands found the fastening of her corset and slowly pulled it apart.
“Will you be okay if I do this?” he asked softly, exploring her face and neck with soft kisses.
“It’s a dream, of course I’ll be okay,” she sighed, arching her neck so that he could have access to more. The corset came off and then the tee shirt she wore under it leaving her clad in little more than the plain white bra she’d put on this morning. He stared at the rounded tops of her breasts, pressed upward by the design of the bra.
“Oh, love, this is a pretty sight.” He traced the cups, his fingers lingering on the soft firmness of her breasts. Josie reached behind her, unable to stand his teasing and unhooked the offending garment herself, letting him draw it down her arms and off. His eyes were on the pretty pink tipped mounds, the look of admiration in his eyes, doing more for her self esteem than anything her shrink had tried on her since the accident.
His head dipped and he took one pink nipple into his mouth, suckling upon it like he couldn’t get enough of her. Her head fell back into the pillow, her body tried to arch under his touch but the cage that held her spine together stopped her and she moaned in pain and pleasure.
“What?” he asked quickly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no I hurt myself, don’t stop,” she begged, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling him back down. “That feels incredible.”
He nuzzled one hard tip with his nose, breathing in her scent as if trying to memorize it. “Then don’t move, love. I don’t want you hurting yourself, let me do the work.”
Josie melted under him, his words and that incredible voice as well as the softness in his eyes as he stared down at her was almost too good to be believed. But then again, this was a dream, her dream, so why shouldn’t she create the most unbelievable of men to be in it. He kissed her again and she felt her passions soar to new levels, her heart racing even as her hands traced patterns down his back.
“You’re beautiful, Josie love,” he said softly, sweetly as he kissed the tip of her nose and then her chin, stopping long enough to taste her mouth before finding his way back to her breasts. His long and incredibly hot way, that was. He tasted every part of her, from the underside of her breast to the crease of her elbow, nothing was off limits, nothing escaped his notice. By the time he reached the waistband of her jeans, she was moaning and squirming under him as much as she was capable of.
His tongue dipped into her belly button and she shivered in reaction, her hands entwined in his hair, caressing his scalp. He lifted his head, rubbing against her hands as if he were a dog wanting petted, then he reached out and took the button of her jeans in his mouth. She heard a faint popping noise, then felt the waistband come undone. He popped the button out of his mouth and sat it on the ancient coffee table in front of the couch, winking at her, before reaching for the zipper to her jeans.
It went down slowly, creating a small vee in the material and showing him the soft pink satin of her underwear.
“Pink satin?” he asked, his nose nuzzling against the softness of her belly just above the waistband. “It’s precious on you, love.”
“I’m glad you approve,” she said with a small smile and a sexy sigh. She brushed his unruly hair out of his eyes as he looked up at her. “I’m tempted to keep you,” she said softly than chuckled. “But I don’t even know if you’re house broken.”
“How about we take it one dream at a time,” he said softly, rising and carefully taking off her shoes and socks before kissing the soles of her feet. “Lift up, love,” he said as he reached for her jeans, easily pulling them off.
Josie closed her eyes as some of the ugly scars from her accident came into sight, waiting for him to turn from her in disgust. Instead, he traced one rigid scar, kissing it softly. “Such pain,” he whispered as he stared at the extensive damage her right leg had taken. “Such terrible pain for one so young and beautiful to deal with. You must be an extremely strong woman, Josie. Most men wouldn’t have done so well as you if confronted with what you’ve dealt with.” His hands traced over her skin, beginning at her upper thigh and moving slowly down, massaging the flesh as if he knew every point that hurt and just how to touch it to take away the pain.
“I had no choice,” Josie said softly. “I could either deal with the hand dealt me or end it. Suicide is a sin in the eyes of God. I couldn’t take that route so I deal.”
His fingers dug into muscles knotted by tension and pain and she sighed audibly.
“What do you call a werewolf then, Josie love?”
“A blessing,” she kidded as she relaxed even more under his soothing hands.
He laughed, tipping his head back and letting the mirth roll through him. “You would think so at this point in time, would you not? But of the true nature of the beast, Josie, have you thought of that?”
“Your true nature?” she asked slowly, not wanting to give up the sensations of relief that were rolling through her.
“Yes, my true nature, we are a wild species to be sure,” he said softly, his thumbs coming up to trace the line where her legs were pressed together.
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she answered him easily enough.
“Are you sure of that?” he asked and she opened her eyes to stare up at him.
“Yes,” she said, staring into his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said. “I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.” He bent, kissing the pink satin that covered her sex, before taking it into his mouth and pulling it down so that the blonde tangle of curls over her mound could be seen. He stopped, taking an appreciative audible inhale as if savoring her scent before continuing to push the panties down her legs and off.
Here she was perfect, pink flesh shining with her desire, open to him. Her folds were moist and swollen, hiding the core of her being. He parted them with gentle fingers, searching for her before pressing one long, talented finger inside of her.
“Ah love, you’re tight,” he growled, his brown eyes shining with the fire of his passion.
“It’s been a while,” Josie admitted, her hips moving against him as heat rushed through her.
“A while?” he asked, his eyes upon his fingers as he slowly pushed another inside of her, stretching her delicately.
“Four years,” she admitted, though a blush rose to her cheeks.
“Are the men around you morons, then?” he asked, making her laugh breathlessly.
“I haven’t seen many men, none that weren’t doctors or nurses,” she admitted. “Before the accident, I was too caught up in my career to care much about sex.”
“Not care about sex?” he asked as if that were the biggest sin in the world. “Josie, sex and love are what makes the world go round.”
“What does a wolf know about sex and love?” she asked, almost forgetting her question as he moved closer, his tongue coming out to trace a line from the top of her slit down to where his fingers thrust gently into her.
“More than you humans if no man has snatched up a prize such as you in four years. You taste like honey and your scent is sweeter than sin. You make a man think of things he aught not to be thinking about, fair Josie.”
“Are you sure you didn’t kiss the blarney stone before coming to my woods?” she asked, laughing even as he drove her passions higher.
“Shush now, love, let me show you what else my glib tongue can do.”
He seemed to almost dive in, his tongue finding her clit and driving her mad. Her hands clutched at his head as he drove her quickly and mercilessly from one towering peak of sensation to the next. Finally, when she was strung tight as a bow string, he pulled back. “Ready for me?” he growled.
“Y-yes,” she almost begged. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”
He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. Trailing those two fingers over her nipples, he painted their hard tips with the taste of her even as he came up between her spread thighs. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled, pulling her unscarred leg up and over his lower back, he slowly pushed inside of her, holding his body away from hers with one arm.
He felt huge, filling her, stretching her, making her feel like a woman again instead of just a broken body that needed fixing. His lips trailed over her nipples, suckling them in, tasting the juices he’d painted her with just seconds before. Her hands pulled at him, wanting to feel him against her, to feel his chest pressing against her breasts, their stomachs moving against each other as he thrust into her. She wanted his kiss, wanted to taste his mouth, feel his lips on her own and she moaned out that need, drawing his face up to hers.
“Kiss me, Josie,” he ordered, his voice husky, his brogue even more pronounced.
He leaned down, finding her lips, his mouth twisting and his tongue pressing deep into her mouth, teasing her own into responding. The kiss and the feel of him inside of her were almost too much to be withstood and she whimpered as the sensations seemed to double, then triple inside of her, coiling deep in her belly.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Josie love.
“Kiss me again,” she begged, her hands digging into his shoulders.
He did, devouring her mouth until she cried out, her nails creating half moon crescent shaped wounds in his shoulders as an explosion of bliss blew through her.
He gathered every moan and whimper inside of them, thrusting harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. His body jerked above hers, his cock growing inside of her as her muscles caressed the hard shaft that gave her such pleasure. With a wolf like howl, he came, jetting his pleasure into her womb with every spasmodic thrust of his hips.
Afterward, he held her gently, lying on the outside of the couch with her pressed between him and the back, her head against his chest.
“For a wet dream, that was… wow,” she said, making him chuckle.
“You should see what I can do in person,” he teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.
“You’d probably kill me, not that it would be a bad way to go,” she said softly, her hands playing in the soft hair of his chest. “Teagan?”
“Yes, love.”
“Will I see you again?” she asked him, looking up and into his warm brown eyes.
He smiled, a tilting his head cockily. “Do you want to?”
“Would I ask if I didn’t?” she countered.
“That’s up to the fates and to you, love. You know where to find me if you want me.”
“In my dreams?” she asked cautiously.
“In your dreams,” he answered, rubbing his hand down her arm. “Now sleep, tis almost daylight and you have work to be doing in the morning.”
“Will you stay?” she asked sleepily, not realizing that he’d told her to sleep but he was only a figment of her dreams anyways.
“As long as I can,” he said.
She woke to a stray sunbeam that tickled her nose and made her sneeze. She was alone upon the couch, fully dressed including the cursed corset. There was no sign of Teagan and she felt a sigh of disappointment that she couldn’t meet someone like him in real life. But in real life, would he even look at her twice? Something told her he would, and it made her smile.
She woke to a stray sunbeam that tickled her nose and made her sneeze. She was alone upon the couch, fully dressed including the cursed corset. There was no sign of Teagan and she felt a sigh of disappointment that she couldn’t meet someone like him in real life. But in real life, would he even look at her twice? Something told her he would, and it made her smile.
Getting up, she noted that her jeans seemed loose and she reached down to pull them up. Her hands moved to the zipper, pulling it up and then reached for the button.
It was gone. Her brow furled and she stared down at the coffee table, seeing the single gold button that had held her pants together before Teagan had bit it off. But that had been in her dreams, hadn’t it?”
Well, hadn’t it?
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