He balled his hands into a fist, debating desperately with himself with what to do. She didn't know him and he couldn't just barge into her study room and call out the other man. Who knew what the other would do when faced with another wolf? But he couldn't just stand there and let her be alone with a dangerous killer. His eyes flickered golden for a second at the thought of losing her.
He began walking to the door. He didn't know what the other Were wanted, but he wasn't about to let Chloe find out the hard way what a wolf could do.
Chapter 9
Chloe had finally dozed off about an hour after getting home from the diner, her hair spread out against the pillow like a halo. She twitched once as she settled into a dream, her mouth curling up into a smile.
***
She was in room lined with red velvet. There was a bed and a window, but the most important part was the fact that there was a man in the room with her.
He was shirtless as he looked out the window. The muscles on his back were long and lean and begging her to run her fingers along them. A small, thin scar ran along his flank, but it didn't detract from his sculpted perfection; rather, it added to it.
He turned as she stepped forward, a smile brightening his handsome features. Dark hair and dark eyes pulled her toward him like a magnet. She smiled back. She knew him. She loved him. She had always loved him. He was her Captain Wolfe.
The man reached for her, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her into his lips. She pressed her body against his, desperate to feel his touch. His muscled chest was warm against the thin fabric of her tank-top. An unbearable tightness began to form between her legs. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
He broke away from the kiss, smiling at her as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. With a sensual finger, he traced the line of neck and down her shoulder, pushing off the strap to her tank-top. She felt a delicious surge of want and he touched her bare shoulder, his eyes glowing golden for a moment.
The man leaned forward to her shoulder, kissing her bare flesh and sending shivers of delight down her spine. She moaned softly as he nibbled her. She wanted him to devour her. She kissed his ear, and he made a sound that made Chloe's blood heat in the most delicious fashion. Her hands went to his shoulders, her right hand finding the rough skin of a scar. It didn't surprise her; she somehow knew it was supposed to be there.
With a low growl, the man picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She giggled as he came at her on all fours, his face fierce with want. He kissed her again, his body pressing down on her. She could feel the hardness growing in his pants, the need to have her.
She fumbled with his belt, her fingers working to free him from his clothing. It only took a moment, and then the pants were gone. Her clothing was gone as well. She reveled in the sensation of their nak*d bodies pressing against one another.
She dragged her nails gently down his back, grabbing his perfect ass at the bottom. A low masculine moan reached her ears, feeding a fire building deep in her belly. His erect member pressed against her leg, seeking entrance to her warmth. She spread her legs willingly, guiding him into her.
He pressed into her velvet folds, his breath catching at the same time hers did. She had never felt such want. Such need. He filled her to the brim and still she wanted more. She wanted every inch of him.
She cried out with pleasure as he rocked his hips, sending bursts of sheer bliss deep into her body. She writhed and moaned beneath him, hands tracing the curves of his arms. He was so strong. She arched her hips, aching to take even more of him. Every nerve was on fire with want. She knew he was the only one who could satisfy her.
His pace quickened. His perfect ass tightened under her fingers as he worked himself against her. She could feel the rise of her own desire threatening to wash over her. He looked down at her, his crooked smile full of desire and love.
His eyes turned golden and he rocked into her, filling her with himself. She cried out as her own pleasure cli**xed, mixing with his and sending them both to new heights. Her core tightened and spasmed, lights and sounds blurring into nothing but pleasure.
He was breathing hard when she looked up, a smile of pure happiness across his features. She touched his cheek, feeling the rough stubble on her fingertips. He was so handsome she thought her heart might break.
He kissed her softly, his eyes slowly losing their golden glow and returning to their rich brown. She wasn't sure which she liked better. They were both his and she loved both. Her breathing was returning to normal, but she wasn't ready to stop dreaming yet.
He smiled as she licked her lips, silently asking him for more. He kissed down her jaw, down her collarbone, stopping to kiss her n**ples until they pebbled and ached for more. With slow hands he worked his way to her hips, finding the wet place between her legs. He touched her, watching her face as pleasure coursed through her system again.
He gave her a wolfish smile as he moved down to taste her. She groaned with pleasure as he began to work her body. He was taking his time and she knew they had all night...
***
Chloe sipped gently on her coffee as she hurried across the quad to the big library. She felt strangely refreshed, especially given the dreams she had all morning. It was as though she had gotten laid and had a great night's sleep. She had still stopped to get coffee before heading to the library though.
She had a strange sense of warmth as she walked across the quad, but she gave credit to the coffee in her hands. It tasted different than she remembered. She chalked it up to changing tastes and the black coffee from the night before. Maybe she was finally turning into a grown-up coffee drinker!
She bounced up the library steps to the study room, hoping that Dr. Turner would know what the Lycan gene was. If he did, then she was one step closer to finding her brother. She opened the door to study room number three and glanced about, unable to shake a feeling that she was being watched. With a shrug, she stepped inside and spread out her stuff on the table in the center of the room.
Chloe opened her computer and checked her email as she waited for her professor to arrive. She was a little early, but that just meant she could catch up on her never-ending emails and required readings. It seemed as though she had barely gotten through the first batch of emails when the door opened and Dr. Turner walked in.
He was an older man, probably in his late forties or early fifties, but he moved like a man of twenty. She had collided with him on more than one occasion in the small lab space, and she knew he was solid as rock. Kind brown eyes dominated his square face, with short gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore his typical brown pants with stains on the knees and white lab coat. Several of the other students thought he was a bit strange, eccentric they called him, but Chloe loved his easy going nature. Nothing ever seemed to faze him; he reminded her of her brother and she had specifically requested to have him as her adviser.
"Hello, Chloe," he said, closing the door behind him. He smiled warmly as he sat down at the table next to her. "You said it was urgent?"
Chloe bit her lip and gave him a sheepish grin. "Maybe urgent wasn't the best word choice, but it is important. At least to me."
He laughed gently. "Don't worry. It gave me a chance to get out of the lab. What can I do for you?"
"Have you ever heard of the Lycan Gene?"
Dr. Turner went still for a moment, his dark eyes regarding her carefully.
"Where did you hear of that?" he asked, his voice very serious. Chloe opened her book bag, pulling out the medical file. She had everything she had on her brother's disappearance in that bag: his letters, the files, even his picture. She paused for a moment, then slid the file she had stolen across the table to him. It was all or nothing now. If he called her out on where she got the file, she would have to tell him. He could turn her in and ruin her career at that point. She hoped that he would instead help her find her brother.
He opened the file carefully, his eyes reading the numbers and measurements carefully and then going wide at the notation of the gene at the bottom.
"When my brother went missing, one of his buddies told me to look for the Lycan Project. I need to know what it is so I can find him." She stopped, waiting to hear what he was thinking.
Dr. Turner's face was expressionless as he closed the file and slid it back to her. He reached across the table and took her hand in his. His hands were warmer than she had expected after coming in from the cold.
"I know that finding your brother is important to you, but you need to stop. Now." He let go of her hands and looked at the file as though it might turn into a snake and bite him. "I don't know where you got that file, and honestly, I don't think I want to know. You are stepping into an ocean full of danger and you aren't even wearing water wings."
Frustration welled up in her throat. He knew something but he wasn't going to tell her. "Please," she begged. "Please, I can't give this up. He's my brother and I have to find him."
The door to the study room creaked, and Dr. Turner was on his feet faster before Chloe even registered that the door was opening. Standing in the doorway was the very handsome soldier from the night before. She gulped hard.
He was more handsome than she remembered. She had dreamed about him the entire night before and felt like she already knew his body, inside and out. And there he was, standing in the doorway and looking even hotter, and angrier, than he had even in her dreams.
"She's already in too deep," Captain Wolfe growled. His dark hair was cut close in a military style that accented his scruffy jawline. Warm brown eyes with long lashes took her in and for a moment, she let herself get lost in them and forget to breathe.
"It's you," Chloe whispered, unable to look away from him.
Chapter 10
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the file still on the table. "You get those files to Dr. Vincelli?"
Chloe felt the hot rush of blood to her face at being called out at the lie, but she didn't back down. A low growl reverberated from beside her and she was surprised to see Dr. Turner with a menacing expression on his face. She didn't know that her sweet professor could look terrifyingly deadly; she was just glad that he was focused on the intruder and not her with that look on his face.
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. The two men stared at one another in a silent battle of wills, ready to fly at the other at a moment’s notice. Dr. Turner stepped forward, effectively shielding Chloe from Jackson. Chloe knew she needed to break the tension before one of the men decided to do something stupid.
She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as both men turned with brown eyes flickering to golden. "Hello again, Captain Wolfe." She was just glad her voice didn't shake. The Captain's eyebrows raised, but his attention was still on Dr. Turner.
"I don't remember giving you my name, Chloe." the Captain said quietly. His voice was rough and masculine and even given the tension in the room, in made Chloe's body give a slight thrill to hear her name.
"I can read a uniform. I definitely don't remember giving you mine," she returned with just a bit of defiance. He didn't scare her.
"I can use a school directory." Captain Wolfe focused on Chloe, the heat of his golden eyes burning straight into her soul.