Adam & Eve (A.D.2203, #1) Read online

He was huge. Almost twice the size of any werewolf she’d seen. He had to be a very large man. Well, she was about 5’8” herself. No shrinking violet here. Err...what was he doing?

  Adam paused behind the couch, and then rose up to rest his front paws on the back. He did it slowly, carefully. He didn’t want to scare her away. That would force him to wait, possibly, until she was asleep before he claimed her.

  He wanted her awake so that she would experience the binding and there would be no question from her later that she was his.

  Eve quickly realized what the wolf was trying to do. Her mother hadn’t raised an idiot. He had waited for her to sit, so that he didn’t need to knock her to the ground in order to mark her. How chivalrous! She knew she could move, delay it for another hour or so until she fell into complete exhaustion, or he decided not to be patient.

  Why bother? She’d rather be awake for this, there was no way she’d let him put those teeth to her throat while she was sleeping.

  “Might as well do it right the first time,” she grumbled. She did not want her favorite comfort shirt ruined.

  Turning her head forward, she raised her right hand up to the sweatshirt’s neck. She stretched it out and pulled it off her right shoulder. In her left hand she gathered back, and in seeming indifference she cocked her head to the left side. This exposed the area on her right side from neck to mid shoulder...to his teeth.

  As she did it, her mind flashed to the current lupine fashion craze and she wrinkled her nose. Shirts and dresses with cutouts to either show off mating marks or bare the area for marking. Some even came with fancy writing that said “bite me.” She swore right then that she’d deck the first person that bought her one.

  Adam could not believe she was making this easy for him after everything she’d said. Knowing that he would not understand this woman anytime soon, he internally shrugged and bent to take what was offered to him. The reason didn’t matter.

  Very carefully he opened his jaws and spread them over his mate’s shoulder. A few inches away from her neck he rested his teeth on her sensitive flesh. He felt her shudder.

  Gently he bit down, breaking the skin enough that she bled; he then drew his teeth in a scraping motion as he closed his mouth. His saliva mingled with her blood, and she was marked forever.

  His. She was his, now and forever. The relief and overwhelming sense of rightness washed over him. It was such an incredible feeling to know he had found his mate. Those feelings immediately turned to lust.

  Eve closed her eyes. She’d felt the hot breath of the wolf at her neck. Felt his teeth press together on her skin and the piercing sensation when he’d drawn blood. She’d been somewhat prepared for that. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the way she’d felt. She was hot, sensitive, turned on, and her body was telling her it had craved this claiming her entire life. She felt as if a shimmering cord had been stretched between her body and the wolf’s. The binding.

  Well, she was more than just her body. Shaking herself out of the haze she’d fallen into, she stood up, pointedly ignoring the wolf that kept pace at her side, and went to the kitchen to run water over a clean rag.

  It was done. Their genetic codes had been joined and Eve refused to give in to feeling sorry for her self or anger at the world in general. Nothing could be done about it now. She was tired and knew she would need to be rested for the morning. She had a few more things she wanted to say to him and she needed some rest if she was going to make any sense at all. Nothing more could happen while he was in wolf form and he wouldn’t change until daylight. She was getting some sleep.

  Eve wrung out the cool cloth and set it on her bleeding shoulder. She was going to ignore what would happen when he shape-shifted. She didn’t even know what he looked like. Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about the rest.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Sometime during the night Adam had stretched out on the floor beside the couch and his sleeping mate. He woke as he changed. Every nerve ending screamed at him to posses her now. He glanced down at his naked body as he moved gracefully to his feet. He was certainly ready. The wolf saw things in black and white with strangely distorted vision. He knew his mate was tall, with short, wild hair that had appeared to be black. More than that he hadn’t been able to see as a wolf, but he would be able to find her in a room filled with hundreds of people, just from her unique fragrance. He was anxious to view his mate through human eyes.

  Adam turned to glance down at her and quietly sighed. She was lovely. He’d been right about the hair, it was black. The silken gleam of polished black opals tempted him to bury his hands in the sleek mass and never let go. Her facial structure was strong, yet feminine. Her eyes were closed of course. He wanted them to stay that way.

  Once she was awake, they would have to talk.

  Her body structure was hard to distinguish in the oversized sweat suit she was wearing. But he would bet on soft curves. She didn’t move like a muscled athlete and he remembered her saying something last night of refusing to give up her genetic research. She was a scientist. Developing the mind would come before developing the body. He could help her balance both. Right now it was her body he craved.

  How to go about this? If she woke up before she was caught in passion, she would try and stop him. And he wouldn’t be able to stop. His body burned and throbbed with insistence, needing to possess her. His cock jumped with a life of its own, aching and straining to bring attention to its requirements. He wasn’t about to disappoint it. If he carried her to bed, where he would prefer to love her, she would wake. So it had to be the couch, maybe moving to the floor once they’d started.

  He knew that her body would be perfectly tuned to his. As his bonded mate, her arousal would come hard and fast this first time, in perfect concert with his needs and all senses heightened by the binding.

  The muscles in his neck corded with anticipation. Throwing his head back he closed his eyes for a second and clenched his jaw. He needed some control or it would be over the minute he slipped into her. His cock hardened even further at this thought. Dropping to his knees on the floor, he bent his mouth to the skin at her neck.

  Eve sighed in her sleep. She was having the most wonderful dream. Never had she been touched like this, never could she remember being so hungry for a lover’s touch. And her dream lover was fantastic. His lips and tongue seemed to taste every inch of her, his hands gently moving to caress her breasts, teasing them as he licked a path down her naked stomach. She felt as if she was burning inside. Moisture collected on her upper lip, she moaned and moved to provide better access to those hands, that mouth. She shuddered. Oh, God. How could a dream feel like this?

  She swore she could feel wetness as the tongue laved her navel, she could feel the pressure so acutely on her nipples as the dream fingers plucked them, sending heat straight to her core. She moved again, her hips desperately shifting to allow her clothing to be stripped off her body and to entice her dream lover to pay attention where it was so urgently needed.

  She was boldly picked up and laid out on a hard surface, one that didn’t restrict her legs from being spread wide. Shocked with the movement, her eyes flew open. Only to see a man’s head descend, flashing silver eyes meeting hers just before his tongue flicked out to torment her clit. She gasped, drawing in air before shifting her knees further apart to give him unrestricted access to the pulsating nub that demanded her submission.

  Eve’s mind was screaming at her to stop.

  Her body told it to shut up.

  She watched between lowered eyelids as the man put one hand under her hips and pulled her to him, while he used the other hand to separate her labia, exposing her swollen nubbin to the rasp of his tongue. He created his own rhythm, forcing her body to respond first to the long licks across her clitoris and then to the rigid tongue thrusting deep into her core.

  She came quickly on a loud scream, and just as fast found that he would give her no mercy. He continued to suckle and probe, adding the torment of his
fingers pushing within her.

  He finally stopped when she was delirious with the pleasure. Setting her hips gently to the floor he moved over her, nudging her cunt with the hot, velvet tip of his erection. She opened her eyes and her body to this man she’d never seen before, a man she’d not spoken one word with. Moaning, she greedily took him in.

  Eve’s eager body welcomed his cock, as her mind vaguely noticed that the gorgeous dark haired, silver-eyed man did have a little gray mixed in his hair. It was the last coherent thought she managed.

  She felt every unyielding inch of him as he pushed into her. And there seemed to be a lot of inches. God that felt good. He stopped. “No,” she groaned. “Don’t stop, please...”

  “Look at me, my mate,” he demanded.

  Eve raised her lashes at growling baritone. She met his gaze, looked at the intensity and the fire in the depths of silver eyes. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around him. He hissed, his face contorted in ecstasy. She could see him struggle for control. Well good. She didn’t think she wanted him in control.

  He rocked urgently inside her, then stilled again. “I am Adam. And I claim you for my own.”

  She couldn’t suppress either the shudder that went through her at his movement, nor her giggle at his pronouncement. Adam. That was too much. She panted. “Well Adam, I’m Eve.” Then she struggled to move under him, to entice him to finish what he’d started.

  Adam shook his head, he didn’t know if his mate was joking or not. But right now it didn’t matter. Her frantic movements beneath him had destroyed all thought of drawing this out. Bad timing for introductions anyway, the only thing that was important right now was plunging his engorged cock deep and often into her hot cunt.

  She scalded him with her juices. Tight. Damn, he wanted this to go on forever.

  Eve’s body contorted with the sensations. She was one raw nerve. One minute she was screaming at him not to stop, the next she was pleading for mercy. “I can’t...ohmygod. Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  She knew he had erupted within her at least twice. She’d felt the explosions deep inside. He would pause, take a few deep breaths, and immediately grow rigid within her again. And it would start all over. She had lost track of her own orgasms. Long ago lost any ability to think or count. And it was starting again. “Noooo,” she wailed.

  He moved rhythmically within her, first grinding from side to side, never taking his hips from her, and then pulling back, almost leaving her. Clenching his jaw, he moaned low in his throat when she cried out in anguish at the loss. “I won’t leave you, my pet. Never leave you,” he gritted. He forced the words from deep within as it was beyond his ability to think.

  Sweat was pouring from him. He felt his eyes roll back in response to her muscles clenching around his shaft. “So good!” he cried. Feeling animalistic needs, he fought the urge of his beast to race to the end.

  He was more than wolf. He was man, and would fight for every additional second of pleasure. Adam pulled back and drew in a deep breath. Struggling for control he started teasing her, rubbing the tip of his cock out and over the sensitive flesh of her clit until she was begging him to fuck her again.

  To tease them both, to test his control...he positioned his penis at her entrance, allowing it to slip in just an inch, and then back out, over and over again. At the same time he used his fingers to pull at her breasts.

  It wasn’t enough. Over and over she pleaded with him, crying and promising him anything if he would just finish it. “I can’t take this anymore, please...oh, please, no more! You’ve got to do something!” Eve begged, beating her fists against his chest. She wanted him to move.

  And then it was heaven. He slammed into her, pounding her with his body and his thick cock until her inner muscles repeatedly convulsed around him. She whimpered, “Yes!” and her soul exploded into a million scattered pieces that would never form the same pattern again.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Eve slowly woke, her mind sluggishly processing her body’s signals. She was warm—snuggly warm. Her body pleasantly ached in places she’d forgotten could have feeling. A hand was cupping her breast. Eve frowned.

  She opened her eyes and glanced down at the hand that was cradling her left breast. Her first irreverent thought was that it would take more than her 36 C’s to fill that hand.

  The fingers were long and the palm large. The forearm attached to the hand was tanned, muscular and lightly covered with fine dark hair. Before her mind had a chance to wake enough to send off fight-or-flight signals, she had a sudden memory of the early morning light and that hand and the body it was attached to moving over her much lighter skin. The recollection caused her stomach to clench with arousal. Her nipples tightened at the remembered pleasure and her back bowed, the movement pushing the globes of her ass against the obviously aroused male body at her back.

  The fingers at her breast slowly closed over her swollen nipple. When they pinched and pulled on her, a lightning bolt of sensation shot to her core. Eve moaned and tried to turn towards the man sharing her bed. Her mate. She had only a vague idea of what he looked like and she wanted to see his face, but it was obvious her body had no qualms repeating last night’s performance with this stranger.

  Adam knew the time of confrontation was coming. He also realized that with his body’s current state of arousal...no conversation would make any sense. If he couldn’t put two words together he would never be able to convince her that he wanted her for more than a warm body. The scent of her arousal would keep his brain solidly between his legs.

  With ease he kept her from turning towards him, and gently pushed her onto her stomach. His beast rumbled just under his skin. Yes! For a short moment he lay over her, reveling in the soft cradle her buttocks made for him.

  But he wanted in.

  Shifting behind her, he sat up with his knees spread on either side of her legs. Quickly he moved her again, pulling her hips up and back until she was forced to brace her upper body on her forearms. He was focused on one thing, panting with need. At this moment in time there was nothing but his mate’s sweet heat.

  Eve sighed and tried unsuccessfully to look over her shoulder to see the man that had claimed her body. When she could find an active brain cell she would worry about the lack of control she seemed to have, but not now.

  Now she was on her knees, her hips high in the air. She lowered her head, cradling it in her arms, allowing her body to beg for what she knew was coming. Breathlessly she waited as his warm palm skimmed down her back, gliding over her butt. She hissed as his fingers dipped into her wetness, moaning as he spread the slick moisture over her sex—preparing her.

  “Please?” Eve cried.

  Adam moved behind her, setting the weeping tip of his erection at her entrance. He nudged her, barely inserting the sensitized head into her opening. The feel of her was exquisite, all heat and slippery warmth. He placed one hand beside her head to brace his body, and moved the other hand to reach around and play with her nipple. Slowly he bent to nuzzle her neck, reaching out to lick the mark he’d created on her shoulder.

  His mark. The growl that forced its way from deep within was the call of wolf—to mate. And a warning to any that might hear. In that instant the full meaning of this incredible sex hit him. His body clenched in possession, his heart and mind cheered.

  She was his. He was mated!

  Eve’s entire body wildly contracted as Adam ran his tongue over the mating marks and then let out a fearsome growl. She wasn’t afraid; somehow she instinctively knew that this sound was linked to his possession of her. She had heard the gossip that said a werewolf could bring his mate to orgasm just by licking the symbols. She now knew it was a fact.

  As her body convulsed, Adam drove into her. He had thought to keep the loving slow and maddening. But the emotion in this joining rushed through him and the unrestrained reaction of his mate unleashed the raving beast within.

  “Mine,” he growled as he moved forcefully, pushing ba
ck and forth into his mate. Finally mine, he thought with relief.

  Eve had thought that the dream sex this early morning had been the best there could ever be.

  She’d been wrong.

  Her body shuddered and trembled beneath the Were-male. She climbed one extreme pinnacle after another, with little time between to make a distinction between the orgasms. The smallest sensation—the brush of the bed sheets against her overly responsive nipples, sent her body into ever increasing spasms. The hard thrusts of Adam’s cock into her eager pussy sent her into madness.

  “I can’t,” she panted, begging him to finish. “I really can’t take this,” she sobbed.

  Adam’s body had come to the same conclusion. Enough. With one thrust he came with a geyser of sperm, filling his mate with his seed. Gasping he collapsed next to her, reaching out to pull her to his side as they both struggled for breath.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Eve fought to bring her thoughts into some semblance of order. She hadn’t wanted a man in her life. But good lord the sex! What had she been doing without this all her life? No wonder her mother had caved. That thought quickly sobered her. No matter how awesome the sex, she reminded herself, she was not her mother.

  Eve pulled out of Adam’s embrace. Keeping her back to him she slid from the bed and walked to the closet. Frowning, she wondered how and when they’d made it to her room this morning; the last thing she remembered was being on the floor of the living room.

  Mentally shrugging, she figured that was the least of her worries. Quickly she reached in the closet and snagged the least reveling of her robes, the antique blue terry cloth her sister had given her last Christmas. It had a large flamingo embroidered on the right shoulder.

  Eve had a serious weakness for kitschy clothes and collectibles from the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Her absolute favorite items were anything with pink flamingos. The birds were extinct now, and Eve loved the whimsical creatures. Or maybe she identified with them because she always felt as if she were balancing on one leg?