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  “Hey,” Tatum replied by way of greeting at him.

  Wiatt looked her over, unable to stop himself. She was dressed in a simple, figure hugging black shift dress that stuck to the curves of her body, and stopped just under her knees. She wore black flip-flops on her feet. Her hair loose was pulled back into a messy bun. She looked sexy and fresh and his mind wandered back to that kiss with her. Wiatt’s cock hardened immediately. Something it hadn’t been able to do for the past thirty minutes with Gabby Colton. Despite everything she’d been trying on him.

  Tatum started frowning and looking him over. From his messed up hair, to his bare torso and tenting jeans. She looked down him and away quickly. “Tatum,” Wiatt said finding his voice again. “How’d you find me?” Wiatt suddenly became aware of his own appearance, thrown by her being on his doorstep.

  “Phone book.” She said quickly. “Turns out there’s only one W. D’arenberg.” She crossed her arms over herself suddenly. Before she could continue on, her line of eyesight shifted to over his shoulder and Wiatt closed his eyes and screwed up his face before opening his eyes again and breathing out heavily.

  Gabby walked out into the hallway, her high heels loudly clacking away on the floorboards as she sided up to Wiatt and looked over at Tatum. Wiatt tried to block her as best he could from Tatum. “Give us a moment.” He said over his shoulder to Gabby.

  “Okay baby.” Gabby said all too sweetly and un-Gabby like as she planted a kiss on his cheek, before wondering off again. Gabby had never called Wiatt “Baby” before, in her life. Wiatt looked at the expression of hurt on Tatum’s face. Tatum shook her head and without a word further turned around, heading back to the street. He watched her walk away quickly.

  “Shit. Fuck. Damn.” He muttered closing the door again.

  17

  Tatum felt miserable. She was on a third beer can when she finally got back to her apartment. She planned on drinking her blues away for the night. She carried the brown bag in her arm, into her apartment and almost made it all the way to her kitchen before she realised, she wasn’t alone in the darkness of the lounge and kitchen combined area. Dropping her shopping bag, she hit the light switch suddenly and let out a heavy breath of air.

  “Stalk much?” Tatum looked over at Wiatt D’arenberg who sat on her couch, watching her. He looked rather predatory lounging there. Was he angry with her because she’d foolishly shown up on his doorstep? “How’d you get in here? Break in?”

  Wait tilted his head and nodded at the beer in her hand. Tatum sighed and threw him a can which he caught easily. “Well it’s not the most secure apartment, so breaking in wouldn’t exactly be challenging. But no,” he said cracking the top of the beer can open. “I persuaded your land lords to give me a spare key.”

  Tatum’s eyes narrowed on him. “I bet you did.” She muttered picking up her dropped bag of groceries and putting them on the counter. “What do you want?” She grumbled at him pulling out items from the bag and placing them in the fridge. Wiatt got up and walked over towards her.

  “I want to apologise.” He said suddenly feeling the need to scull a mouthful of his beer. He wasn’t all that used to saying sorry, to almost anyone. He could probably count the amount of times he’d said it in his life, on one hand. Tatum glanced up at him, and shrugged her shoulders before turning her back and pulling out a wine bottle from the fridge and grabbing herself a glass that was in no way shape or form, a wine glass. She poured herself a wine and held Wiatt’s gaze in silent understanding. Screw him she wasn’t about to make this easy for him. She wasn’t one of his wolves. She didn’t have to play nice.

  “Can I get one of those?” Wiatt asked stepping closer to her, putting the beer can on the counter top. Her eyes travelled down his face, to his neck and the lipstick smearing’s there, her nostrils flared open and she inhaled deeply, while picking up her wine glass and sipped from it.

  “You still smell like her.” She said over the top of the glass, ignoring his request.

  Wiatt’s eyebrow shot up. Impressed that Tatum was using her werewolf senses and annoyed at himself that he hadn’t thought to cover up the scent of Gabby on his skin. After Tatum has left him back at his place, Wiatt had marched into the living room and hauled Gabby off her elegantly planted ass and thrown her clothes at her, told her to go home.

  Gabby hadn’t liked hearing that very much. She’d screamed at him as she’d dressed the whole time before eventually leaving. Wiatt had been counting down the time till she got the hell out and cleared the vicinity before he could get dressed and chase after Tatum. There hadn’t been time for a shower. At least, not in his mind there hadn’t.

  Turned out, Tatum hadn’t returned immediately back to her place, because Wiatt had beat her there in plenty of time to spare. He actually had begun to wonder where she’d got to, when she had walked in through the door.

  “I can clean up if you’d like me to.” Wiatt said pointing to where he knew her small bathroom was located. Tatum nodded her head in silence and sipped her wine some more. Wiatt smiled back at her and walked off to the bathroom to clean the scent of Gabby Colton off him completely.

  Wiatt scrubbed himself clean from head to toe and grabbed a towel from the wall rack and dried his hair quickly, before wrapping it around his hips and wandering back out to the main room. Tatum was picking at something on a plate, eating it whilst still drinking wine. He noticed she’d poured a second glass and he looked at it and back at her.

  “May I?” He asked playing submissive for her. It wasn’t in his nature to be submissive as a first reaction. But Wiatt hadn’t liked the way Tatum had looked at him back at his place before she’d left, for some reason that mattered to him. It mattered a hell of a lot, enough to make him ditch Gabby and haul ass to Tatum’s place. Tatum nodded her head and watched him. “Better?” He asked her before taking a mouthful of the white wine from another mis-matched non, wine glass.

  “Better.” Tatum agreed as she looked him over and seemed to take her time, moving her eyes up and over his naked chest. Wiatt tried not to smirk and looked at the packet of chips she was eating.

  “Whatever are you going to do with me Tatum?” Wiatt said directly at her as they kept standing closely apart and eyeing each other in silent admiration. She stepped up to him, and looking up at him, flicked the towel with a deft touch of her finger, causing it to unravel and fall to the ground around his feet. Leaving Wiatt, completely naked before her. Not that it shocked him or made him suddenly feel uncomfortable.

  “That.” She smiled a closed mouth smile at him.

  Wiatt looked down himself and back at her. He was still erect. It was like he couldn’t get rid of his erection around her. He’d showered and not touched himself this time. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he wanted her to touch him. He wanted that very much. Wiatt sipped his wine and looked at her. “I’m at your mercy it seems.”

  “Yeah, lunar week, it’ll do that to you.” She muttered softly annoyed back at him and walked past him out to the sofa. Wiatt followed and sat down beside her, completely naked.

  “Is that why you showed up at my place?” He asked watching her frown and put her wine down on a nearby table top.

  “I was going to see if you wanted to get some dinner together. I don’t know anyone here in New York, except for Hillary and well that’s a business acquaintance and I just, wanted some company. And you’ve been in my grill for the past few days so I thought…” She looked over at him. He was staring at her intently again. “Oh, shut up.” She snapped at him, before quickly straddling his lap and pushing her dress up her legs as she did so.

  “Yes m’am.” He muttered heatedly back at her putting his wine down on whatever it was beside the couch so it freed up his hand. He looked down at her lap, her pushed up dress was pulled around her upper thighs and hips, covering her from him. He looked up and sliding a finger under the straps of her dress, he pushed them down both her arms and looked back up at her, and noted the tempo of her he
art beat. It was beating hard and fast, which meant Tatum was either scared, excited, anxious or all of the above. He’d yet to explain to her that he could hear that without so much as putting his head to her chest.

  She looked down at where he had the straps on her dress resting before looking back at him. Wiatt pulled the straps further down her arms, dragging the top of her dress down her body. It peeled down her to reveal her full breasts to him and his cock jerked to attention even more. Painfully hard. Yes, this was what he wanted.

  18

  Wiatt’s hands cupped her breast up as he dipped his mouth towards them. Taking one perky nipple between his lips he tongued it playfully before tugging it between his teeth and eliciting a moan from Tatum. He wanted to hear her more, so he kept teasing her nipple, changing the pressure of his teeth clamping down on it. Another soft moan from her made him suck her breast into his mouth. Tatum pushed it into his mouth, wanting more of the pleasure he was giving her. Her own spare hand going to the neglected breast and playing with the nipple along with his fingers on that one.

  Wiatt got the message and swapped his mouth to her left breast, as Tatum dropped her hand away allowing his mouth more access. Her skin warmed more and more under his touch. She felt alive with desire. Tatum started rocking against his erection and that elicited a deep moan of pleasure from Wiatt as he tasted her and teased her pleasure out of her s lowly.

  Wiatt stopped and looked up at her. Tatum cupped his face and seared her lips to his as she continued moving against him. Kissing one another became an urgency as hands skimmed over skin and tongues lashed at one. Wiatt’s mouth seemed to have an intent of it’s own where it just wanted to consume her. Tatum rocked against the length of his cock, finding a rhythm she’d been seeking for the past three months.

  Tatum groaned, she could feel the familiar build-up of her need but it was just out of reach. She knew she wouldn’t peak. Couldn’t’. Tatum stopped kissing him and stilled over Wiatt’s lap. Tatum let out a frustrated sigh and wiped the back of her hand over her puckered mouth.

  “What is it?” Wiatt asked her, putting a finger under her chin, causing her to meet his eye. “Hey,” he said softly and she finally looked at him.

  “I can’t.” Tatum replied looking away from him suddenly.

  Wiatt turned her face back to him. “Why don’t you touch yourself this time?” He husked at her, nipping at her bottom lip. “Please touch yourself, Tay.” Tatum returned the kiss and fell back into her lunar lust mood. She needed to get this feeling of passion out of her, or she’d forever be a damn slave to it. “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself for me.” Wiatt encouraged her softly. Guiding her hand with his own over it, underneath the edge of her slip dress.

  His mouth descended on her neck and up as he nibbled at her ear and Tatum felt the swirl of heat and desire rise further up in her, towards the surface. Her fingers rubbed her sensitive nub as Wiatt’s mouth covered her skin, here, there, everywhere around her torso. Tatum’s head dropped back giving him full access to her throat. “That’s it.” Wiatt muttered heatedly as she kept rocking against his cocks’ erect length. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her wet arousal. “That’s it, more.” He ground out hungrily. He wanted to taste that smell, because it smelt so damn fine.

  “It’s not, it’s just like before.” Tatum muttered unhappily removing her hand and slapping it against her leg in frustration. “Damn it.”

  Wiatt picked up her hand and brought her fingers to under his nose and inhaled the scent on them. “It’s not like before. I’m here and I’m not letting you go through another lunar week without finding the release you need to give to your wolf.” Tatum started to lift off him, but Wiatt pulled her back down, right down on top of his cock.

  Tatum gasped out loud at the sensation. Luckily or more likely it was unluckily she was wearing underwear. Wiatt watched her rise up again and back down on his cock letting the tip of it feel the wetness of her underwear repeatedly. He watched in fascination as Tatum closed her eyes and started dry humping him. It felt unbelievable good and he wasn’t even fucking her. The head of his cock was hitting itself against her and it made him want to pound her, hard. Very hard. The smell of her sex was getting wetter and wetter. Wiatt wondered how much longer he could hold out himself with all her attempts to orgasm on him, turning him on, far too easily. He had to see her come, it was becoming his single tunnel vision thought.

  He waited till she slid down towards his cock head, Tatum started rubbing herself against the ridge of his cock back and forth back and forth. “Open your eyes.” Wiatt husked at her softly. Tatum’s breathing became heavy as she panted and her pulse picked up. Wiatt listened to the pickup in her heartbeat. “That’s it, look at me.” Wiatt instructed as Tatum’s breasts moved with every action she took. Wiatt groaned, he was getting turned on greatly. She was going to dry hump him into oblivion and he was going to let her. “I can’t, hold out much longer.”

  Tatum let out a guttural groan, throwing her head back as her orgasm flared to life and she found, the pressurised release of her pleasure racking her so that all she could do was go with it by moving, more and more, encouraging the wonderful feeling he brought out in her. Wiatt tensed under her and she felt a sticky warmth around her fingers and watched as he gritted his teeth together, his body tensing as he jerked and came with her. Tatum panted heavily and held his gaze, locked in a look of lust with him. Her skin felt sweaty, and her heart was pounding into her chest like crazy and Tatum felt good, better than good. She felt relaxed, like the angst of the lunar week that normally chased her, was subdued.

  “Better.” Tatum panted collapsing against his chest.

  Wiatt watched her breathing as lay against him. “Do you need to shift?” he asked her.

  “Don’t know how.” She muttered tiredly.

  Wiatt’s eyes raised. “You can’t shape-shift at will?”

  “It just kind of comes on and usually I black out.” Tatum replied softly enjoying the warmth of his body far too much. It was comforting to be there, to listen to his breathing, the feel of his heartbeat, against her skin. And he smelled good, like sex and wolf and that pleasured her wolf instincts. It made her want to snuggle into him. Be cushioned by fur.

  “We got to get you in control of your wolf.” Wiatt said looking down at himself and the mess of his own release and back up at Tatum. She was resting against him and he didn’t want to disturb her. Rather he wanted to rub his seed, his scent all over her.

  Tatum smiled “I’m fine, I mean, for now it seems.” She shrugged her shoulders loosely. “That uh, really helped me.” Wiatt arched an eyebrow up at her.

  “Are you saying you normally shift from the first night of lunar week on impulse, not by design?”

  “Yeah. But I don’t feel like that anymore.” Wiatt looked at her. He was sitting there on her couch, naked as the day he was born, with a sticky mess over himself and Tatum was the one who was embarrassed to say orgasm? Was she ashamed of what he’d made her feel?

  “Say it.” He demanded sensually.

  “Say what?” Tatum played innocent, as she pushed off to look back at him. Wiatt’s eyes darkened and narrowed on her. He wanted her to tell him how she felt, how he’d made her feel what she’d been so desperately after.

  “You know what.”

  A small smiled played at the corner of her mouth and she said “Now that you’ve made me come.” Wiatt smiled back at her and relaxed back against the couch, as Tatum softened into him, laying against his chest and they rested, breathing in each other’s scent and radiating warmth together.

  19

  Wiatt D’arenberg cleaned up, got dressed and hung around Tatum’s apartment, long enough to watch her drift off to sleep in her room. Standing in the doorway to her bedroom, he looked down at her lithe body curled up on the bed. Naked and smooth and inviting his wolf to it. She lay on her side, her back to him, her bottom exposed, so he could see the soft pink flesh between it. Her legs tangled in sheets
. He could see a curve of a breast as she slept peacefully, unaware of his presence.

  Wiatt touched himself through his jeans again, unable not to. He wanted to mount her. He wanted to feel his cock sliding into her as he claimed the female wolf before him. His cock was being controlled by his wolf self and he couldn’t fight it. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. Lunar week was always a tricky gauntlet to get through. Its effect on his hormones and emotions was not that different to what other werewolves experienced. But most werewolves, including Wiatt, had figured out techniques and ways to cope with lunar week. Things that helped them, stay in control and not turn into wild beasts loose on the streets of New York. But Tatum Lee was somewhat of a spanner in his weekly routine. One he hadn’t planned for.

  Wiatt unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and began to stroke himself. She looked beautiful and supple, laying there. Tatum rolled over in the bed and Wiatt stilled, as she flung her arm away showing her breasts in all their magnificent glory to him. His eyes travelled down over her body as he pulled on his cock more. Noting her naked flesh and the wetness he could still smell from between her legs. He had said he would never force himself on her and he meant it. That wasn’t his style, never had been. Her wet desire smelt so damn good to his nose. He wanted to dive in between her legs and taste her. Wiatt sped up the rhythm on his cock as his eyes looked over the softness of the female lycan and he stilled when he saw the claw marks across the left hand side of her ribs.

  They were obvious to him. A werewolves’ claw mark through torn flesh was easy to recognise if you’d seen one before. It reminded him of how she’d come to be the wolf that lay before him now. Sexy, vulnerable and open. She hadn’t had a choice in being turned into a lycan.