Wolf Tales VI by Kate Douglas Page B

beneath his feet, the myriad scents of wild things just out of sight. The woods were close and dark around him, the sounds of the night a gentle yet persistent symphony.
    Confused, he sat back on his wolven haunches and searched for Mei. The cool air ruffled the thick fur on his back. It felt delicious after the stifling heat of the day and he wanted Mei close. Wanted the heady scent of her arousal, the proof she loved him as much as he loved her. He raised his nose and searched once more for her unique scent.
    It was there, tantalizingly close, amazingly addictive. He sniffed again. Her familiar scent seemed different tonight. He drew her into his lungs, tasted her on his tongue and searched for her in the darkness. He heard the soft pad of paws on thick grass, turned his head in the direction of the subtle sound of movement through the forest. Her scent came to him, stronger now. It raised the hackles along his spine. He stood up, turned in her direction, and growled.

    Mei jerked, surprised to realize she’d fallen asleep in the big, overstuffed chair. She blinked, and looked into Oliver’s eyes. He’d raised up on one elbow in bed and was watching her. Before she could speak, he put a finger to his lips for quiet and carefully crawled out from under Adam’s arm where it rested across his waist.
    Adam turned over and rolled closer to Eve, and the two slept on. Naked and gloriously aroused, Oliver walked past Mei, leaned down and kissed her lightly on the mouth, and went on into the bathroom. She heard the shower run, the toilet flush, the sound of him brushing his teeth. She thought about his kiss, the fact a simple peck on the lips could leave her body tingling and her heart racing. She thought of his cock and the perfectly beautiful morning erection he’d carried, and almost followed him into the bathroom.
    Before she could act on impulse, he came out. He’d dressed already and was wearing a clean T-shirt and shorts. He leaned over her body and she smelled the sharp, lemony scent of his shaving lotion and the subtle fragrance of the soap and shampoo he’d used, but beneath it all was Oliver, and that was the scent that heated her blood.
    “Get some clothes. We’ll go find something for breakfast. Those two could sleep for hours and I’m hungry.”
    She nodded and grabbed for one of the bags she’d not even unpacked after shopping. As quietly as possible, she searched through it until she found new panties, a short cotton skirt and a halter top. Mei went into the bathroom and dressed quickly, combed out her still-damp hair, brushed her teeth and met Oliver outside the room.

    She stepped out of the motel room and quietly closed the door behind her. Oliver watched as Mei raised her head and scanned the parking lot, looking for him. He waved his arm and she smiled. He stayed where he was, leaning against the hood of the Jeep, and watched her walk toward him. It wasn’t quite ten in the morning, but heat already shimmered off the black pavement and it gave Mei an even more mysterious quality. Damn, she was gorgeous. Long caramel-colored legs stretched forever beneath a short white skirt. Her long black hair swung loose against her hips with each step she took. She moved with a feline grace and it touched him deeply, that she allowed him to love her.
    She stopped in front of him and Oliver took her hands in his. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning to you, too.” He leaned close and kissed the tip of her nose. He was afraid to kiss her mouth. Afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop with just her lips. She grinned at him and backed away, still holding his hands.
    “Coward.” She grinned broadly when she said it, obviously flirting with him.
    “No argument there. What sounds good to you?”
    She blinked owlishly. Then she blushed and laughed out loud. “Oh. You mean food? Whatever.”
    “For now, anyway.” Oliver opened the door and helped her into her seat. When he leaned over to fasten her seat belt, his left