Chapter 5 What am I doing here?

Nate POV

Pain rips through my side and my head pounds as I struggle from the sofa. Where the hell am I? What am I doing here? How did I even get here?

Someone has patched me up but I’m still weak and Atticus is quiet, so I know he’s weak too. It takes a minute for the dizziness to subside and my vision to clear when I stand, but I can see that I’ve been badly injured. There are crude stitches along my side and abdomen, and someone has cleaned around the wounds. I must have lost a lot of blood. Looking at my injuries, I know there’s no chance I’ll be able to shift, at least not for a couple of days, but I need to get out of here.  

I’m disorientated as I make my way into what looks like a farmhouse kitchen. It’s painted light blue. There are family photos on the refrigerator door and as I look, I see one of her and it all comes flooding back…the woods…Fuck!! I need to get word to my pack as soon as possible but there doesn’t even seem to be a phone here. All of my stuff was lost when we were attacked so I have no means of communication with the outside world. I can only thank the Goddess that we managed to return the manuscript before we left Elwood. It’s too important to fall into the wrong hands.

I survey the little kitchen and check for weapons. There’s an old gun hidden in the pantry but no bullets. There’s rust on the barrel. Clearly, she doesn’t use it or check that it’s working. She probably doesn’t even know how to use it. Stupid human. I think about dumping it, to teach her a lesson but decide against it. I don’t find any other weapons and can’t help but wonder if this is deliberate, to help drop my guard, or if she really doesn’t have any form of protection out here.

I walk through the rest of the ground floor of the house and use the windows to quickly check the perimeter for danger. I don’t sense any, but that doesn’t mean that there’s no one watching. This place is remote but not exactly secure. There’s lots of overgrown trees and bushes for someone to use as cover and no outdoor lighting bar one small porch light. Not that I need it.

The house itself is clean and in any other circumstance I might even think it was pleasant. It backs onto a lake with a small jetty and has large windows in the living room to take in the scenery. Also, not exactly secure. Anyone could hide in the overgrown treeline surrounding the property and see everything happening inside, just from these large windows alone. She should really think about getting some curtains.  

I wonder if she lives here alone.

From the amount of food in the kitchen, either she barely eats or she eats out.      

I hear water running somewhere in the house and follow her scent to a small bathroom on the second floor. I shouldn’t go in there…but I do…

She’s so unaware of her surroundings that she doesn’t hear me enter…I could rip her throat out right now and she probably wouldn’t even turn around, not fast enough anyway. How naïve can one human be? She has no idea how much danger she’s in right now and she still hasn’t even sensed my presence. I know human senses could never match ours, but this is just beyond ridiculous, she has to be the weakest one I’ve ever met.

I silently move into the shower behind her, she’s humming to herself, and she only jumps when I grab her by the waist and pull her back. Electricity shoots across my body everywhere I touch her…that shouldn’t happen…OH FUCK NO!!

I whisper in her ear and when I expect her to scream in fright, she shivers against me and sighs softly, and it goes straight to my cock. DAMN IT.

I wanted to scare her. I wanted to warn her about naively helping strangers like me, but she isn’t scared. No…she’s turned on…

“Have you any idea how much danger you’re in weak little human? Hmm?”

“Umm hmm…” She rocks back against me, and the scent of her arousal floods the room. It’s intoxicating…I run my hands over her waist and down the outside of her thighs and her head falls back against my chest. She tries to turn…I don’t let her.

“So, you wanna be fucked…by a monster you found in the woods…?” I whisper seductively against her ear and have to stifle a chuckle as her ears tip red and her cheeks stain crimson. She doesn’t answer but her butt rocks against my cock again as she pulls on my restraint. I can’t fuck her, she’s tiny and human and there’s no way she could take me even if she wanted too…I’m not built like other wolves.

I glide one hand up and over her wet breasts as I keep the other on her waist, holding her against me. As soon as my thumb swipes over her nipple it peaks beautifully and she moans softly, “Hmm, so fucking responsive…”

I know I shouldn’t and I WILL NOT fuck her, but I suppose I can give her some pleasure. She did save my life after all.

I lean down and trace my lips up her neck…she smells incredible. Like the forest after the first snow and warm apple pie. The more I kiss her the more she bucks back against me as her arousal increases.

“Easy little weakling. You don’t want it to be over to fast right?” That elicits a low, sultry moan and fuck me if I don’t want to part her legs and push my massive hard on inside her.

“I need…I..” I know exactly what she needs…as I reach my hand down towards the apex of her thighs…