Free Emily's Story by D'Elen McClain Page A

They glided over the short and bristled facial fur and up to his eyes.
    Changing back into his human form he knelt naked at her feet, his head tilted up, brown eyes never left hers. He brought his hand up taking her fingers and drawing them to his lips. He slowly, sensually kissed each one.
    Sad, chaotic thoughts consumed her mind but one overruled them all. He was like her. Fur, bristly but soft, his smell strong but compelling, she wanted to rub every inch of her body along his. She wanted to touch his demon body with hers.
    Oh how she wanted.
    He stood. Taking her hand, he pulled her up to her feet. He turned with her toward the mirror and gathered her silken hair in one hand. He used his other to caress her neck. Releasing her hair, he reached down to the bottom of her t-shirt and swiftly pulled it up and over her head, giving her no time to object. His hand went to the waistband of her flannel pants and pulled them down her long legs. “Step out.”
    Her feet kicked free. She focused on his every move in the mirror.
    “You are beautiful just like this.” He flowed back to wolf form and mentally spoke, “Emily, change now.”
    Her demon looked back from the mirror, white fur in striking contrast to his larger black wolf, both of them different and so very much the same.
    Backing up, he instructed her to do the same.
    The other two wolves born from Malcolm’s assaults did not have her coloring. His mate was unique. Prodding her gently to move slightly, he put his head next to hers so they stood together in the mirror. “You are exquisitely beautiful. I need you to stand still and not move.” This one thing was driving him crazy. He needed to inhale her female scent, the fragrance of his mate. His nose began trailing slowly over her body, imprinting her essence into his brain, into his cells, and into his heart.
    Her alpha was incredibly strong and she had no idea the damage she could do. He took his time. Spice; sweet and savory met his nose as he tasted the aroma on his tongue.
    Arousal hit him hard.
    It was torture, it was bliss, and it was not the time. His nose traveled back to her snout.
    Her pink tongue tentatively came out and licked the side of his mouth.
    It was exactly what he wanted to do and returning the favor, he tasted deeply of her scent, his rough tongue skimming over her face.
    Emily stood so still, her world collapsing. Her demon was never touched, never accepted, never loved but his monster caressed her.
    His long snout became the angular jaw of the man. His hands settled on her beast’s jaws, holding her head in place. Looking directly into her eyes, he spoke, “There is no evil here. There is no demon. You are a beautiful wolf. My heart aches for what you have endured. You must trust me to keep you safe. You will soon be free to let your wolf run, I give you my word.”
    Emily shifted to her human form, her knees lowering until she was beside him. Turning from the mirror, watery eyes met his. Longing to trust him, she felt a small spark of love fill her heart. Her physical body felt something different though she had no idea what it was. The need felt like hunger but this hunger consumed her entire body.
    The expressions shifting across her face told their own story and gave him hope. Her thoughts easily coursed through his mind but his thoughts froze on her last. Desire . Feeling himself stiffen and grow, his frustration came through in his voice. “Get dressed while I take a quick shower. I’ll only be five minutes.” With a groan and unable to handle his own simmering need, he turned and walked away.
    Cold water did little to relieve his body. Stupid, he was stupid and needed to go gently, slowly. He quickly washed up. Who knew what she could find in the cabin to hurt herself with. When finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to check on his mate. Now clothed, she gazed out the window with longing. It broke his heart. Making a quick decision, he dressed and sent a mental