Five For Friday – Coyote Home
Doing something a little different this week. Instead of giving you the first five pages I’m going to give you a random five. 
Quinn admired the way Rowan continued to face the challenges before her. He knew once she made herself known to the pack there would be more trouble. The council would want to know where she’d been and why she now wanted to return but they were the least of his concerns. She could handle the council and the rest of the pack for that matter, but he didn’t know how she’d deal with facing Marcus after all these years.
Just thinking of him and what he’d done to Rowan had Quinn ready to kill. To rip the bastard to pieces.
He wished he and Brogan had been able to convince the council the man shouldn’t be allowed to stay in the pack after they’d removed the senior Connelly, but until he did something worthy of exile they were stuck with him and all the problems he caused. If only Brogan had been sovereign at the time of Rowan’s attack, it would have been easy to persuade the council then. They’d just have to be careful because if Quinn knew one thing it was that Marcus would do his best to stir up more trouble.
For now he’d concentrate on helping Rowan gain enough control to be comfortable with returning home. She might be on the mountain but this wasn’t home. It was a safe harbor that could only last for so long. Anyone could discover she was back if they were in the forest for long. They needed to finish this so she could finally return to where she belonged. Judging by the speed with which she just shifted, it wouldn’t be long before she’d be ready.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees surrounding the cabin, the dappled rays bouncing off the snow and sparkling in the puddles the warmth of the day had made. They’d been out here practicing for over two hours, Rowan shifting between coyote and human with ease now. As far as Quinn was concerned there was just one test left. They had to know if she could control the shift with him in close proximity because he had every intention of being by her side every minute of every day.
No time like the present to test her but they needed to be inside before he pushed. As much as he didn’t think they were in any danger, he wanted them both safely locked indoors in case Rowan couldn’t control the shift. He wouldn’t think about his own control. The hard-on in his pants was a constant, one he’d managed to ignore for the most part. Tonight things would change. Once the sun went down he’d have her where he wanted her, under him.
He’d let her lead today, followed and allowed her to do things her way but now it was his turn. They both needed to know that she could control her coyote in any situation and seeing how he was responsible for three uncontrolled changes it would be a good test of her strength. The only problem was he was tested just as much with each minute he spent near her. Every second he didn’t claim her, his body strained against his will to give her what she wanted and not take what he craved.
Rowan moved with a sensuality that had Quinn’s insides humming. Each stretch of muscle, shift of skin to fur and back again, every smile she offered when she changed form with ease, had his coyote pulling to be let free. His nerves, as well as his control, were stretched tight. He wouldn’t last much longer without having her. It was a good thing he wouldn’t have to. If she shifted when she came tonight he’d change and claim her coyote.
Tonight would be the end of this torture he was enduring. Rowan wasn’t fairing much better. He knew by the way she looked at him her arousal was high. He didn’t need the taut nipples showing through her tank top or the way her breath hitched and she licked her lips when he caught her looking at him as confirmation. The flush on her cheeks wasn’t just from exertion either. He might not be able to see because of the shirt she wore but he’d bet anything her breasts glowed with the same rosy hue as her cheeks.
Aching with need, his cock throbbed in his pants. Eager to see Rowan’s flushed skin beneath him, Quinn jumped to his feet and stalked toward her. She froze in place, wide eyed as she watched him approach. Her sharp intake of air and labored breathing told him she knew his intentions. He stopped two feet away, afraid to get any closer for fear he’d take her here and now.
“Enough for today,” he growled, his voice gravelly with the lust riding his back. “We’re moving inside. It’s time to take this one step further.”
Rowan’s eyes widened farther and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. With only a nod, she stepped around him and raced toward the house. Quinn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving her time to lock him out if she wanted. He knew she wouldn’t but he’d give her that option anyway. It also gave him a moment to regain control of the beast currently howling to take what was his. If they came together right now he wouldn’t be gentle and he wanted their first time after so long to be about their love, not their animal need to mate.
He sighed. Was there even a difference? He didn’t know if he could separate the two but he’d be damned if he’d take her like an animal this first time.
Rowan closed the bathroom door but didn’t turn the lock. Shutting it would keep Quinn out. She trusted him to respect her need for privacy. Not that she wanted to stay away from him. A few minutes to freshen up and calm down were all she sought. Her nerves tingled with expectation and her coyote howled with excitement. To finally be in Quinn’s arms after all this time seemed surreal. On the one hand, it was as natural as breathing, but on the other, she was terrified.
Terrified of all he made her feel, all they were to each other. Time and distance hadn’t dulled what was between them and she hoped she’d managed to master her coyote and merged her two sides completely. Relief at reaching this point flowed through her. Tense shoulders relaxed and the ache in her heart eased. That told her how much being with him but not being with him affected her. The strain of holding back, of not touching even when all she wanted was to brush her fingers along his arm in passing. The fear of hurting him if her coyote broke free was enough to have her taking a wide berth around him at all times. After tonight there would be no need for such care.
Today had proven she had the ability to control her coyote with ease now they’d gotten reacquainted. While she’d concentrated on perfecting her shift, Quinn had sat and watched. Never once did he interfere or approach her. She knew what he planned now that she’d gained confidence and she anticipated it with an eagerness that thrummed through her. The sooner they got started the better. But first she wanted a shower. Shifting back and forth had worked up a sweat that clung to her skin.
She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower cubicle. The large space allowed her room to stand back out of the water as she waited for the hot to come through. Goose bumps covered her flesh but quickly vanished as the steam rose and she slipped beneath the showerhead. Her shoulder-length hair stuck to her neck in strands, rivulets of water trailing from each end. Eyes closed tight, she turned her face under the spray and allowed the warmth to cascade over her.
Not wanting to take too long, she shampooed her hair and washed her body in record time. Showering had always been an indulgence but now she had other decadent treats to pursue. Or treat. The giggle that bubbled up her throat both surprised and thrilled her. Pleasure had been a rare event in the past few years. Always the nagging fact that she couldn’t return home weighed on her mind and stopped her from enjoying the simplest of things.
She had stayed away not only to protect herself but Quinn. Rowan worried not enough time had passed for Marcus to have moved on. Still, she refused to remain apart from Quinn any longer. Doing so had worn her down, torn her apart. Marcus had stolen so much from them. No more would she allow her sorrow to cloud her days—or nights. Now she would embrace all that life had to offer with an open heart and mind.
Starting with Quinn.
Rowan shut off the water and reached for a towel. Brisk movements had her body dry so she wouldn’t drip all over the floor. She used a second towel to wrap around her head, squeezing hard to soak up the excess water from her hair. Satisfied, she removed the towel and slid it over the hanging rail. It was then Rowan realized she hadn’t brought clean clothes in with her. There were two options. Use a towel to cover herself or walk out naked and hope Quinn wasn’t waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before anyway.
She took a deep breath and cracked open the door to peer through the gap. There was no sign of Quinn but she could hear him in the kitchen. Flinging the door wide, she raced across the small hall to the bedroom. About four feet by four feet square, the hall basically comprised of three doors and an opening that led to the living area. The bathroom door stood between the two bedrooms so she only had to dash half the distance before making it to the relative safety of the bedroom.
The curse that met her ears as she crossed the threshold told her she hadn’t been quick enough. Heavy footsteps and a growl followed her into the room. With a lightness she hadn’t felt in far too long, she darted to the far side of the bed and turned to face her mate. Quinn’s chest rose and fell in sharp, ragged breaths, his nostrils flared and his eyes blazed with desire. A shiver traveled the length of her spine and ripples of pleasure skittered over her skin.
He looked at her with such need it took her breath and tightened her insides. Her instincts made her yearn to lie on the bed and give him whatever he wanted, but it warred with her own needs and wants. Nerve endings pulsed, sending sensation throughout her body, no part of her left unaffected. Her breasts grew heavy and the nipples puckered into hard nubs. The heat building between her legs beat with the rhythm pounding in her ears. Liquid arousal pooled in her pussy, coating her slit and inner thighs.
Quinn moved and her heart jumped. Like earlier in the yard, he stalked her, hunted her down like prey. Far from being scared, Rowan reveled in the excitement his actions brought. Held in place by his hypnotizing stare, she waited. He reached her before her next breath and the thrill of standing before him naked while he remained fully clothed shot aching need into her core. A stuttered breath caught in her chest and left her breathless.
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