A Wolf's Heart (Wolf Mountain Peak Book 1) Page 5

  The wolf within purred with satisfaction as he let her scent flow through him. It was so much stronger and richer than before, as if he was swimming in it and was about to drown. Yet, this would be the sweetest death he could have ever imagined. This noble, gorgeous woman stood in the wilderness with him, showing her affection to him, not caring about the consequences of her choice. For Raul, her action exceeded any gift she could give him.

  Her hands traveled up his back as she sucked briefly on his lower lip. Their kiss grew in intensity by the second. A soft snarl rose up in his throat, but he had to swallow it. As much as he would love to touch her all over, this was not the place for intimacy. Raul released her left cheek and wrapped his arm around her upper back, pulling her into his embrace.

  “God, what a big hug,” Monica whispered, tightening her hold around him.

  “Let’s get you home, doc,” he said, his voice low as he leaned back. “I can’t wait to show you where I live.”

  Chapter Ten

  Raul and Monica entered the woods, holding hands once more as they discussed their everyday routines. He rejoiced at the fact that the young doctor would not start working for another twelve days. She would have plenty of time on her hands–time to spend with him. Inevitably, however, their conversation soon turned to the most vital topic: the possible reactions from his pack to their relationship. In an attempt to appease Monica, Raul pointed out that he shared a strong bond with his brothers. Dean and Ray might be younger than him, but they were nearly as strong and would stand by him. They would protect her, just as he had earlier that night.

  Throughout their stroll, Raul struggled to prevent himself from bursting into laughter as he crossed the woods with Monica, wearing nothing but his skin. Whenever he looked down at the forest floor, he had to bite his lower lip, wishing that he had clothes on. Still, she didn’t seem to mind his nudity. On the contrary, Monica stole glances at his stomach and his chest, and the admiring look in her eyes tempted him. The thought of pinning her up against a tree and claiming her crossed his mind more than once. All the same, he had to reject that notion. Unlike most females in his town, she was a lady. Taking her in a cold, dark forest was not the way to treat her. More than that, their first time needed to be special. He wanted to give her the time of her life, and the woods simply hampered his ability to do so.

  Just when they climbed the short hill at the edge of the forest, Raul noticed the absence of his brothers’ cars. The lights in their cabins were also off.

  “Fantastic.”

  “Come on,” he urged, casting a sideways smile at her. He jogged across his front yard, filled with anticipation. At last, he and his doctor would be alone together. Grabbing the doorknob, he pulled his front door open, before pressing a light switch on the wall to his right.

  “Look, I really need to take a shower,” Raul explained, turning to Monica as she stopped beside him. “Stay here, will you? I won’t be long.”

  “Go ahead,” she said. Without wasting any more time, he turned and hurriedly climbed up the stairs, smiling to himself. Raul strode along the narrow corridor and through the open bathroom door, imagining what it would be like to touch Monica’s curvy body for the very first time. Reaching down, he turned on the faucet before lifting his leg over the bathtub. Pulling the curtain shut, he closed his eyes as warm water splashed onto his face. Tension was beginning to leave his muscles as the water poured down his sculpted body. But all the water in the world couldn’t loosen one part of his anatomy. Raul’s explicit thoughts had given him a raging erection. Picturing Monica’s naked body in his arms, he felt the blood pumping in his veins. He leaned his back against the wall and glanced down at his manhood, trying to control his quick breaths. As he did, his ears picked up light footsteps in the hallway outside. The sound was rather faint, indicative of someone much lighter than him. Before long, Monica’s rosy scent filled the air. In an instant, her plan became clear to him. Raul folded his arms across his chest, patiently waiting for the moment that she would try to surprise him as her footsteps grew louder.

  “Aha!” Monica exclaimed, yanking the curtain to the left. His brows popped up, a snort of amusement escaping him as he bit his lower lip.

  “Hi.” Raul gave a quick nod.

  “Oh, no,” she whispered in frustration. “I thought you’d be–”

  “Surprised?” he finished her sentence. “Not really.”

  “Why?”

  Raul didn’t answer her last question. Waves of desire washed over him as he rolled his gaze down Monica’s body. She was naked. Her long curls had covered her nipples and parts of her big, luscious breasts. He licked his upper lip, staring at the curve of her waist. Her long legs made his heart pound in his chest. He reached down and put his hands under her armpits as his gaze shot up to her face. A playful scream escaped her as he lifted her body up. In a split second, Monica’s feet had left the floor. Water began to stream down her back as he eased her down in front of him.

  “I can smell you.” He spoke in a raspy voice, gazing deeply down into her eyes. “You smell like a rose garden.”

  His words put a broad smile on her face as he tilted his head down. Angling his lips, Raul claimed her mouth as she circled her arms around his neck. Another soft snarl rose up in his throat as he felt her bare skin against his. He circled his arms around her back, pulling her into his embrace as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Monica grazed the fingers of her left hand down his back, while her other hand slipped up and into his hair, her hot breath on his skin sending tingles down his spine. Raul’s hands traveled down her back, squeezing and stroking as she hooked her leg around his hip. He would not miss this opportunity. Removing his left hand from her body, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

  “Yes…,” Monica whispered, tilting her head back as he filled his hand with the flesh of her thigh. He gave a gentle bite to her lower lip, feeling his cock pressing against her stomach. She grabbed and held onto his shoulder. He ached for her touch. He longed to claim her, yet he had the same problem as the one in the forest. So, Raul squeezed her thigh one last time before his left arm returned to her back. Firming his grip around her, he lifted his leg over the bathtub. This time, both of Monica’s legs went around his waist as he turned left to face the bathroom door.

  “Don’t stop kissing me,” she whispered in his mouth, her voice thick with lust as he started forward.

  “No way,” he grunted, sliding his hands up her back. A few strides led him to his bedroom. Raul lay her down on his bed, her intoxicating scent sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his body as he positioned himself over her. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, kissing his way down her neck. Monica’s short laugh filled his ears, but, to him, it sounded more like music. Actually, everything felt like art: her body, her voice, her skin… Raul was going to worship every single part of her. Letting go of her wrists, he wove his hands into her hair. Soon, she made it clear to him that she wanted to touch him, just as much as he meant to touch her. Monica slid her hands over the firm skin of his shoulders as his lips reached her chest. Raul felt her hard nipples brushing his chin as he ran his hands down her cheeks and the sides of her neck. Smoothing them over her breasts, he felt a thick drop of precum rolling down his thick, swollen shaft.

  “Oh, my God,” Monica whimpered as Raul pressed her breasts together, moving his mouth to the left nipple, desperate to kiss her. Squeezing them both at the same time, he began to kiss the sensitive area around her nipple, the sensation of her supple flesh in his hands sending him one step closer to heaven. The soft moans that were leaving her lips were tempting him too much. He would love to penetrate her, but he would do no such thing just yet. Monica had to be ready. His own satisfaction could wait a little longer. Sticking his tongue out, he flicked it over her nipple, feeling her hardness on the tip just as she squeezed his flesh.

  “Gorgeous,” Raul grunted, just before his lips closed around her nipple,
sending waves of pleasure over her as Monica’s hands moved down his masculine back. He nibbled on her breast as she stroked his back, her sighs of pleasure adding to his arousal. Trapping her nipple between his teeth, he gently pulled, forcing more and louder moans from her as he pinched her other nipple lightly. He felt her arm muscles flexing around him, pulling him down onto her.

  “I want you,” Monica whimpered, her breath heavy as he planted soft kisses all over her breasts.

  Her request spoiled what he had in mind. Raul longed to taste her, but apparently, she had other plans. He took his mouth and hands off her. Leaning back, he marveled at her body as she fixed her gaze on his chest. Beams of moonlight were coming through the window, making his eyes look brighter and even more striking. Licking her upper lip, Monica ran her gaze down his body as he sat up. The sight of his chiseled abs brought a sexy smile to her face. She stared at the deep ridges between his muscles as Raul wrapped his fingers around his large, stiff cock. He rubbed the head against her clit to tease her, but he couldn’t believe the sensation on his shaft. She was soaking wet, much more than he ever dared to imagine. Now, he understood why she had made that request, and he was going to oblige.

  Raul pushed through her wet folds and into her vagina, dragging his gaze up to her face. Monica squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, filling the air with yet another pleasurable moan. Bending down toward her, Raul felt her inner muscles clenching around his cock as it bottomed out against a resistance. She had taken him all. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as he claimed her mouth in a long, fiery kiss. This time, she cupped his face in her hands as she released her breath in another loud groan.

  “It’s so deep,” Monica whispered in his mouth as he pushed her legs far apart. Raul had no response for that. Her warm lips and the feel of his cock buried deep inside her had overwhelmed his senses. Bucking into her slowly, he felt her moisture on his shaft, running his hands up her sides as she stroked his cheeks. He didn’t stop his hands at any particular spot, other than her breasts. He could feel her nipples rubbing against his chest, but that was not enough for him. Raul cupped the sides of her breasts, both bodies sliding against each other as their tongues tangled. Monica wrapped her legs around his hips, grazing her fingernails up his face as his deep, sensual penetration quenched her desire. Still, as much as he enjoyed everything, he had failed to touch his favorite part of her body, the one that he had caught himself staring at earlier that day: her ass. So, Raul slid his hands down her sides once more. Maintaining a firm grip on Monica’s hips, he rolled them over, her squeaky laugh painting a smile of bliss on his face.

  “Naughty wolf,” she said in her husky voice, opening her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Oh, lots of things,” he whispered, tilting his head up to kiss her neck. Monica exhaled hard as he laid a hot kiss just under her chin, his hands traveling down her back. The sensation of her toned, round ass was much better than he expected. In an instant, Raul felt the blood in the veins of his cock pumping faster than ever before. He grabbed and held onto her ass cheeks, trailing kisses down her neck as she bit her lower lip. This time, his pace would not be slow. Right away, he began to push his big, stiff cock in and out of her, making her breasts sway back and forth as Monica held onto his shoulders.

  “Oh, my God!” Her loud moan bounced off the walls of his room and the hallway as she tossed her head back. Raul dug his fingernails into her flesh, sliding his tongue down the valley between her breasts. Spreading her ass cheeks, he took her right nipple into his mouth, feeling her juices flowing down his shaft. Monica bounced her ass on him, tilting her head down as their moans filled his bedroom. Raul meant to worship her breasts once again, but she pushed him down onto his bed, angling her lips. Their mouths melded in a passionate kiss as she stroked the hard skin of his pecs. Monica’s nails scratched his skin, but that did not bother him. In fact, Raul loved that feeling. She was sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain up and down his body as he coaxed her relentlessly toward orgasm. Her muffled moans in his mouth sent him into realms of uncharted ecstasy, her breasts bouncing wildly up and down as his balls slapped up against her.

  “I’m so close,” Monica whimpered, making him want to stimulate her even further.

  Raul squeezed her ass cheeks at the same time, quickening his pace. His own orgasm was not far off, either. Her creamy body in his arms felt more like a dream come true. Tasting her warm lips, he pounded her dripping wet pussy as she raked her nails against his chest. Monica threw her head back, crying out as an earth-shattering orgasm washed over her, taking her breath away.

  A few hard thrusts brought Raul closer to his own fulfillment. Quickly releasing her ass, he pulled out and jerked his cock, the rattle in his throat turning into a rumbling snarl as his juices shot out of the tiny hole on the head, staining his sheets. Monica collapsed into his embrace, panting for breath, but with a blissful smile on her glorious face. By then, glowing satisfaction was radiating from his face. He had conquered her, but he wouldn’t let any sound out of his mouth. The quiet calm of simply holding Monica’s warm body against his, her curly hair on his chest, and her quick breath on his skin were more than enough for him. But before Raul knew it, she surprised him. From out of the blue, she suddenly burst into a loud, hearty laughter, squeezing his forearms.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked, chest heaving.

  “Crazy,” she giggled, looking up at him. “This past couple of days have been crazy.”

  “Intense, maybe,” Raul said, speaking his mind. “But crazy? I don’t know.”

  “Why? How often are you bleeding to death outside people’s homes? Have you ever rescued another human?” Monica wondered. Her questions were well-founded. Yet, he would not answer. He preferred to gaze down into her eyes, running both of his hands up her back, losing himself in the moment. She didn’t insist on an answer. Instead, the young brunette gave him one last huge grin and rested her head on his chest, purring like a contented cat.

  Raul knew the consequences that his choice would have on his life and on the lives of his siblings. Still, he wouldn’t worry about them just yet. That night was all about him and his savior. Everything else felt trivial.

  Chapter Eleven

  The sound of roaring laughter woke Monica up the next morning. Opening her blurry eyes to slits, she looked up at the ceiling. Wood logs were faded to a soft gray, but had been polished to shining. This wasn’t her bedroom. The blue blanket covering her naked body was not hers, either. A blissful sigh fled her lips as she recollected the moment when she and Raul had kissed in his bathtub. Glancing down the bed, she noticed her clothes piled neatly on top of one another and a small note on her purple sweater. She sat up and reached forward, smiling to herself.

  “Good morning, my sweet doc. Your clothes were scattered all over my kitchen. I’m just glad I found them before my brothers came over. Please be more careful next time you want to seduce me.

  P.S. Last night was amazing. I just hope you allow me to do more next time.

  Raul”

  “You did more than enough,” Monica whispered, setting the note down. Scooting off the bed, she began to dress herself as more and more images of the night before rushed through her mind. For a restrained woman like her, she had acted very impulsively, surrendering to a man she didn’t know much about.

  And what a sweet surrender it was. Raul had been patient with her, paying attention to her needs. He didn’t rush at all, unlike Tom. Every encounter with him was as quick and boring as it could get.

  Raul had managed to knock her defenses down with ease, and Monica had no regrets. He had been honest and a perfect gentleman to her so far. Why shouldn’t she give in to a big, sexy man like him? Should she play hard to get just because they hadn’t known each other for long? No. For the first time in her life, she would not overanalyze things, and she would be happy for it.

  After getting dressed, she got off the bed and tiptoed to the door. The
hardwood floor would give her away; she was curious to hear what the brothers were saying. Her fingertips brushed the handle as she recognized Raul’s voice. Monica slowly pulled it open, trying to eavesdrop on them.

  “Her ex must be a total loser,” Raul said, his tone emphatic. “I mean, who the hell would walk out on a woman like her?”

  “She does sound interesting,” another slightly higher in tone, yet unknown voice filled the room. All of a sudden, though, the talking ceased altogether. Monica was puzzled for a moment, but the next thing she heard was her boyfriend’s rich voice.

  “Come on down, doc!”

  “Damn it,” she murmured to herself, squeezing her eyes shut. “I forgot I was dealing with wolves.”

  Monica yanked the door open and stepped outside, looking down at the kitchen. There he was, standing between his brothers–big, proud, with a large grin on his face. She put her hands on the railing as her cheeks flushed. The man on Raul’s left was at least three inches shorter than him. Short, blond hair, green eyes, but with a great build. The one on the right was almost as tall as his brother. His hair was brown, a little longer than Raul’s, and he had a well-trimmed beard adorning his face. The three men were an incredible sight. They looked like fitness models, much to Monica’s astonishment. Cut, bulging arm muscles stretched their shirts. Their waists were thin, and their jeans were tightly hugging their legs.

  “I’m Ray,” the blond one said, raising his right hand in the air.

  “My name’s Dean,” his brother added, tipping his chin down in a polite gesture.

  “She looks like a queen on her balcony,” Raul said with a grin, causing his brothers to burst out laughing yet again.