A Hidden Werewolf: Werewolf paranormal romance Page 3

  “Mary, you've been such a blessing. Much of our interaction has restored my faith in the compassionate nature of humanity. You will change the world one day.”

  The compliment elicited a lonely tear to trickle down Mary's cheek which Gordon leaned over and licked away. It made her smile. For a great portion of the evening, they lounged on her couch and watched cheesy horror flicks that they each took turns criticizing. Gordon suggested an evening walk to the park around the corner as a change of pace to their usual dates to which Mary enthusiastically agreed.

  Outside in the darkness, the spring air greeted them with the scent of azaleas and other blooming flowers. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, the once bare branches now brimming with green life and swishing about to the sound of crickets chirping. Gordon took Mary's hand in his and smiled while leading her across the street. The streetlights lit the sidewalk as they strolled without a care, happy to have each other close and satisfied that conversation didn't need to fill the silence between them. Mary rubbed Gordon's hand.

  “I've been thinking,” she said as the breeze picked up again and whipped her hair around her face, “that I should stay here this summer instead of moving back to New York.”

  “Really?” Gordon was pleasantly surprised by the news. “That sounds amazing. I'd be so happy to have you close to me.”

  Mary kissed his cheek.

  “I've never felt this happy before. I want to see us thrive. It could be such a beautiful thing, you and me. I don't ever want it to end.”

  The three months they had been dating seemed to have flown by, filled by the countless hours spent in beds, showers, kisses, and passionate encounters. Their intimacy had grown and so had their bond, building to a point now where it was likely unbreakable. Gordon had expressed love for her already, something he wasn't sure he was capable of after losing his family. And yet, here was this amazing and compassionate woman who opened him up instantly. Mary said she felt the same, communicating her thoughts on their connection.

  “Do you think you would want to move in with me after your lease expires?” Gordon asked.

  “I'm not sure I could venture that far just yet. My lease ends in April. I'd be happy to revisit the topic then.”

  Gordon smiled. He was glad Mary was the communicative sort. It was one of her best qualities that he admired. There were plenty of moments at the beginning the caused the two of them to scuffle, especially Mary's insatiable need for attention and affirmation. Gordon had never encountered such a needy woman, but then again he'd never encountered such a woman as Mary. Most of her was wrapped in a sweet outer layer dipped in coffee while the inside was made of delicious cream. The other parts of her – easy going, flexible, open, communicative – were just scrumptious additions that made her extra delectable. He suddenly found his hand moving down her waist to her voluptuous bottom that swayed side to side as they walked.

  “Gordon!” She cried, swatting his arm.

  “My apologies, darling. I can't keep my hands off of you!”

  Their laughter filled the air as they approached the park, the night air shifting suddenly when they located a bench on which to sit. Unknowingly to the loving couple, Matthew had been following them up the block with a loaded pistol shoved in the pocket of his jacket. As Mary and Gordon sat on the bench, he approached them with the gun pulled and pointed it at Gordon who appeared relatively calm with the threatening piece of metal in his face. He stood to greet his dark stranger.

  “You must be my loving stalker. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.” Gordon knew it was dangerous to be crass in this situation, but he found the humor calming.

  Matthew cocked the pistol and kept it pointed in the direction of the professor's heart.

  “My dear friend, Dr. Gordon Lowe. You've accomplished a great deal since New York. You're family separated and you came here to teach human sciences.” Matthew's demeanor changed to disgust. “How dare you preach about understanding the human race when you destroyed a piece of it! My name is Matthew Walker and I'm here on behalf of my family!”

  Mary was utterly shocked. New York? Destruction? Family? What in the world was this man talking about and why had Gordon never mentioned New York before tonight? She wasn't aware he was from her own home state, especially since it had come up in conversation so many times when they were discovering each other.

  Fearfully, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He reassuringly squeezed her hand in return, but never took his eyes of Matthew who was gripping his gun now with both hands. Anything could set him off.

  More than likely, the gun was loaded with silver bullets, a sure way to put an end to any shifters life, and most supernatural creatures in general. As a rule, hunters frequently carried silver, holy water, and iron bars for any potential paranormal encounter. Gordon was well aware of what could be loaded in that pistol and he was sure he wouldn't survive it if it landed in his heart. It would be a horribly painful way for him to die, especially in front of his lover who still had no idea the nature of his condition. He could feel her confusion pulsing through her palms.

  “Which piece did I destroy?”

  “Mine. My very own piece of peace. Your werewolves gave away the location of our family's farm during the process of a treaty and those werewolves came for us that very night. We were completely unarmed. My father… My...”

  Matthew's words trailed off as his eyes filled with tears, the pictures of his dead family flooding his vision. With no white noise available to calm his thoughts, he would lose control quickly if he didn't find a solution. Suddenly, shots fired from the gun as his vision continued to blur, his anger taking over every cell of his body and turning into wild action. The bullets mostly missed Gordon as he shifted with a quick roar and lunged towards the panicking Matthew. Before Gordon could sink his teeth into Matthew's shoulder, a great beast suddenly tackled him to the ground with a growl and pinned him beneath a large, golden paw.

  Confused, Gordon studied the creature – it was about the same size, maybe a little smaller, and had much of the same features as him without the accompanying mane. She's definitely a female, he thought. But who…? The realization dawned on him as he looked around that Mary had turned into a wolf and attacked Matthew out of defense, her rage at this imposter causing her to shift instantly without Gordon noticing. How had he not known she was a shifter before this moment? He was positive his nose still worked just fine, even had been fine tuned over the years to pick up on other shifters in the area. Apparently, she was good at covering her tracks which was something he was lacking since this boisterous hunter found him.

  The shock on Matthew's face was utterly priceless as Mary pressed her outstretched claws into his shoulder. She looked up at Gordon for further instruction on what they should do. It wouldn't be long until someone came across this wolves scene – two wolves out in the middle of a park where no zoo was nearby – and they would have no way of hiding this body before they were spotted. Panic swelled in the chest of the great beast, his usually calm heart now racing with adrenaline and fear. What could they do now?

  Chapter 5

  With her paw still pressed into Matthew's chest, Mary shifted back to her human form. Gordon followed. Shock still filled his system at the sight of her gorgeous, thick coat of fur, the gold glimmering as she stood in all her glory above the weak and vengeful hunter. Arousal took hold of him at that point and made it rather difficult to shift back to human form in front of her, his nude ebony body suddenly visible to all the world. Thoughts of killing helped get rid of the erection that had appeared at the sight of his beautiful woman coming to his rescue.

  “My own woman is a werewolf in disguise?!”

  Gordon was beside himself with joy at such a discovery. This meant a world of a difference in their relationship. They could share so much more than merely sex and conversation. They could go out into the world and make a real difference. They could visit the Canada forest together and run freely, side by side, with their brethren.
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  They could even have cubs, if they wanted.

  Gordon saw the world differently in an instant. He could see himself truly loving Mary and he could also see them living happily. A strength grew in his stomach that came up as a booming warning to Matthew who was shaking beneath Mary's foot:

  “You better stay away from me and mine. Do you understand me, Mr. Walker?”

  Stuttering weakly, Matthew agreed. Of all his years as this fierce and nomadic hunter, he had never been attacked during a hunt. It filled him with fear. These two were clearly powerful, a duo not to be handled lightly. For this, he would need his family, but he no longer had a family.

  “Should I kill him, Gordon? He knows where we live.”

  “No, Mary. I've worked so hard over the years to prevent the slaying of humans by shifters as well as the other way around. Let us not set my people back.” Gordon turned his attention to Matthew. “Matthew, my condolences for your family. Mine was hunted for years. We kept to ourselves and kept others safe. Those werewolves were not in alliance with us. In fact, we had tried to warn your family of the suspected attack. Unfortunately, they didn't want to listen to us because they didn't want to make peace. We would have stayed had your family not threatened us. I'm sorry.”

  The haze in Matthew's head grew worse, his thoughts flying in multiple directions at once as he tried to dig back through his memories to see if there was any evidence of this matter. Had they really been warned? Were they so stubborn that they turned away help from those who were different? There was no way of telling. The archives in the recesses of his mind had long since lost their function, the decrepit boxes decaying and covered in mildew. His eyes crossed as his brain went into overdrive. Mary took her foot off his chest and looked closer to inspect the hunter who was being ravished by conflict.

  “I think he's having a seizure, Gordon. Call the police.”

  Without hesitation, Gordon searched the ground for his pants that were torn in half and dug into the pocket for his cell phone. He spoke briefly with the operator, giving her as little information without leaving out the important details. Clearly this hunter suffered from some internal war that he could not see on the surface. The truth of his past had been a hard hit and consolidating that with what he had known for fifteen years likely tore his brain to shreds. A seizure wouldn't be surprising.

  Gordon and Mary hastily gathered their torn clothes and ran off to her apartment where they locked themselves inside before heading straight to the window. They peeked out between the blinds to make sure the ambulance had arrived and both breathed a sigh of relief. After the panic finally dissipated, the two glanced at each other and erupted into a fit of laughter.

  They were still naked.

  Lovingly, Gordon wrapped his arm around Mary who started tearing up, the laughter splitting her sides. As their mirth subsided, he guided them towards the couch where they cuddled up to rest. The encounter with that dreadful hunter had been exhausting, his skin still tingling from the sudden shift between species. Mary felt much the same as her heart decisively began to slow down from that intense sprint across the park. While Gordon rubbed her back, she ran her finger nails across his chest, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

  “So, when were you going to tell me about your little secret?” She asked as her fingers trailed around his ear and into his thick, raven black curls.

  “I was sure there weren't any shifters in the area. You must have cloaked yourself really well.” He replied. “And I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell you. I was afraid you would run away.”

  “I would have been relieved. I haven't met any shifters since my parents passed, and anyone I knew in New York had moved away shortly after that incident. They all wanted to go into hiding.”

  Gordon nodded with understanding. “That's what my family ended up doing. They ran off to hide.”

  “I don't really like hiding, but I don't want to get attacked like we did tonight.”

  “He wasn't even after you.”

  “I know, but what if there are others?”

  “There are others like him, but I don't want you to feel like you should have to hide yourself away. That's unfair to you, to me, to us. A new age is approaching where we can possibly coexist without all that hunting nonsense.” He paused for a moment to kiss her temple. “Besides, I'll be right by your side to protect you.”

  Elation filled Mary's stomach in response to Gordon's words. She had never before felt such a beautiful feeling rising in her gut because of a simple sentence, but she had also never felt so protected and loved. His willingness to be her guardian was something she had always craved in her youth, especially during the troubling time of her parent's death. She knew she wasn't capable of a normal relationship as she was of a different species of human, a sub-species that was typically frowned upon by those who knew about her. What human man in this world would accept her as the great wolf she was?

  In truth, tonight was the first time she had shifted in months for fear of Gordon catching her in the act. The urge had been strong all this time, especially because of how intense their relationship had become, so the shift came swiftly and easily. The change was a welcomed pain, the cracking of her bones and the ripping of her skin somewhat erotic in the presence of her lover who had been shocked to find her mocha tan skin transformed into a golden honey coat.

  Recalling Gordon's reaction to Mary's changed form evoked an acute surge of desire, her thighs suddenly tensing as she continued to draw circles on his gorgeous skin. All thoughts became superfluous except one: her need to mate. While he was distracted by the feeling of her nail tracing his neck, she threw her leg over his lap to mount him. His erection burned hot beneath her naked bush, the intense electricity between them zapping their skin in every place of touch. As he ran his fingers through her hair, she started to grind into his aching member and lubricate him with her delectable honey.

  Gordon admired the beautiful landscape of her plains, the rise of her breasts like mountains and the curve of her hips dipping low like valleys beneath them. His wandering hands absorbed every bit of energy she emitted and lathered every erogenous area with passion. As his fingers danced across her luscious body up to her neck, she leaned back as she accepted his burning rod between her lips and bayed up towards the heavens. Their dangerous encounter had been like initiation and their escape had been like foreplay. Every bit of adrenaline left was dedicated to their surging bodies, hands shaking as she slowly rode his quivering cock in the cool darkness of her apartment.

  Buried in Mary's sweet heat, Gordon rested his head against the couch and moaned in fits, chuckling inserted between each gasp for air as she slid seamlessly up and down to an inaudible beat. He became breathtakingly aware of every inch of her delicious peach, each bit of her wondrous curves caressing him entirely as she humped. It became evident that their connection was untraceable. Her curves melted into the apex of his thighs and her arms intertwined with his body as to create such a creature no one had ever seen.

  Gordon growled, his aching desire transforming into lust just as swiftly as when he had shifted into a wolf. While caressing Mary's round bottom, he lifted her from the couch and carried her to the bedroom where they fell to the bed in a heap of humping pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his back and drove him deeper, suddenly craving the taste of his cum in her mouth. He followed her cue and continued to plow her silky skin while devouring every bit of her mouth. In an uncontrollable shaking fit, she gripped the skin of his back with her nails and caused him to cry out, her climax suddenly tumbling upon her in waves.

  Bucking wildly in tandem to her squeaking moans, Gordon pumped his hips harder as Mary came in passionate splendor, his hands firmly planted on her highs to hold her in place. The image caused him to quake and his own climax stirred within his gut as he continued to hump her in a burgeoning frenzy. Before he could release, she begged for him to spray his creamy seed into her mouth and across her face. The question alone nearly caused him to explode.r />
  “Are you sure?” Gordon asked as he pulled himself out of her warm chasm.

  “Yes, darling. I want you to cum in my mouth.” Responded Mary who was already shimmying down the bed to position herself below his shivering form.

  In awe of his beautiful woman, Gordon began to rub himself with Mary's sweet nectar that she had left behind from her exquisite display of detonation. She held out her tongue beneath the head of his erect cock, waiting patiently for his delicious delivery, her eyes never breaking away from his. As the tingling stirred in his gut, he started to grunt and pump harder. She licked the skin beneath the head which caused him to twitch as his hand consumed every bit of his shaking cock, his explosion so close that he could feel his body starting to react.

  With an accompanying roar that seemed to shake the walls of the bedroom, Gordon exploded into Mary's mouth, catching himself as he fell forward towards the bed. He watched the creamy substance shoot between her lips and drip around her mouth, still stroking his cock as she raised her hands to rub his load all over her face and neck. The erotic notion that she wanted to bathe in his seed nearly caused him to double over. He crawled down and lowered himself gently against her body to meet her lips with his tongue.

  Mary moaned and smiled, giggling as Gordon's tongue trailed down her neck and circled around her erect nipples. She gently pushed him off and sat up.

  “I'm not ready for round two just yet,” she said playfully. “Let's shower first.”

  Overwhelmingly high on the passionate encounter, Gordon rose obediently from the bed and followed his beautiful wolf to the shower for a steamy clean up that nearly led into another heated session. Mary lovingly scrubbed his body, a smile plastered across his face as he realized he would never have to face another hardship alone. While rubbing the soaped cloth across his chest, she noticed the goofy look upon his face and smiled in curious response.