Immortal Wolf - By Bonnie Vanak Page 0,40

understood why Raphael chose this way to travel. When another motorcycle passed them in the opposite direction, Raphael dropped down his hand in greeting. The other biker did the same.

After a while, they reached the town. He guided them into a shopping center parking lot, found a space and stopped the bike and kicked down the metal stand.

Swinging off the saddle, he held out his hand. Emily hopped off, pulled free from the helmet. Her gaze widened at the humans milling about, chattering as they went in and out of the shopping mall.

It was silly to be afraid of them. Three pretty, young girls drew closer. They were dressed in short skirts that kicked above the knee and shirts that clung to their breasts and midsections. Their faces brightened as they gazed at Raphael.

Something twisted in Emily’s guts.

The girls looked at her with doubt. They pointedly stared at her baggy shirt, the faded, patched trousers, and laughed. The tallest, a blonde, said something in a haughty tone.

Emily tapped Raphael on the shoulder. What is a fugly trailer trash?

A scowl flashed over his face as he glanced at the trio. Raphael slid an arm about her waist. Never mind what they said. You’re beautiful as you are.

I wish I could wear their clothing. I’m tired of feeling different.

His dark gaze grew thoughtful, but he merely spoke into her mind, Come with me. I’ll fulfill your wish. Deliberately, he turned his back on the goggling girls, cupped Emily’s face and kissed her. It was a whisper-soft brush of his mouth, but she trembled at the sizzling contact between them. Raphael gave her a smile filled with sensual promise, then clasped her gloved hand.

I don’t know their language. I can’t communicate in this world.

I’ll teach you, chere. Inside, while we’re shopping.

Emily studied the girls with a sad look. They want you. They’re trying to get you to notice them.

He squeezed her hand. Who? All I see is you. You’re the only one for me.

A small smile curved her mouth. She glanced at the blonde, who pouted at Raphael, one hand on her hip. I don’t know why the tallest one is interested in you. She is carrying a child.

His eyebrows shot up as he glanced at the girl. Seriously? She’s not showing. How can you tell?

Emily shrugged. Her scent. I can detect females who are bearing new life.

“Interesting,” he murmured aloud, sliding a hand around her nape. Raphael stroked her skin, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. “You, Emily Burke, fascinate me. Let’s go shopping.”

For the first time in weeks, she felt uplifted. Emily went with him, sweeping past the staring girls.

Emily emerged from the dressing room and pivoted.

Raphael couldn’t think. Breathe. Damn she had been lovely before, with an ethereal, fairylike quality, but this clothing turned her into a sexy siren. The jeans, her choice, hugged every inch of her limbs, molded to her rounded bottom, accenting her curves. The white scoop-necked shirt was equally revealing, clinging to her generous breasts and revealing what had been previously hidden.

She was gorgeous. A hot number, as Gabe would say.

He couldn’t think of Gabe now, the fact his brother put his life at risk for this transition. Male instincts roared to the surface. He wanted to take Emily by her gloved hands back to the dressing room, tug the new jeans past her hips, spread her legs wide and thrust deep inside her.

Take her standing up against the wall, watching her pretty face flush with arousal. Feel her wet heat surround his surging cock, hear her tiny cries of excitement echo in his ears as he made her climax.

She was a virgin, he sternly reminded himself. Her first time shouldn’t be rough and impassioned. He would take extra care with her and be gentle and slowly teach her to respond to her natural desires.

Raphael complimented her look, admiring the flare of color tinting her cheeks as she murmured thanks. He fingered a stray curl escaping the tight knot of her hair and frowned at the rich golden red mass she kept bound. “What about your hair?”

“It’s fine as it is.”

A note of defensiveness hovered in the words. Later. Not here in public, but the first time their bodies were joined, he would see her hair released in a waterfall of curls spread on his pillow. For his eyes, and his alone.

Heat flooded his body at the thought of her drowsing in the lassitude of sexual satisfaction.

Oh, yes, chere. You will. With a little