Her Ancient Hybrid Page 2

  Waverly slowly nodded. “All right, I’ll stay, but I’m not getting into the shower with you.”

  She turned back to the bathtub and turned on the hot water faucet. Once it ran hot, she cranked on the cold until she had the temperature just right. After she had the water spraying through the showerhead, she turned to find Brolach directly behind her.

  “You can get undressed now,” she said.

  As he reached for the bottom of his shirt, Waverly faced the shower once more and busied herself by closing the door near the faucet and then sliding open the one on the opposite end of the tub.

  “You get in here,” she said without turning to look at Brolach.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as he came around her and did as she’d said. Waverly couldn’t stop herself from looking. The man had a gorgeous body. There wasn’t an inch of fat on him. He was all muscle right down to his taut backside.

  “Try to rinse out as much of the mud as you can before you wash your hair.”

  Brolach did as instructed. He turned and put his head under the spray of water. Waverly just about swallowed her tongue. His front was better than the back. His hairless chest was well-defined and well-padded with muscle. His six-pack abs contracted as he lifted his arms and pushed his hair away from his face as he wet it.

  She dropped her gaze even lower and licked her lips. Brolach’s cock was semi-hard. Even in that state it was thick and long. It twitched, bringing her back to the task at hand. Waverly jerked her eyes up and found him watching her with a slumberous look.

  Nice. She’d just gotten caught staring at his dick. She focused on his hair to see how much mud remained. Even though it was wet, it was way lighter now that it was mostly free of dirt. He was blond, which meant he definitely wasn’t a native. He had a tanned skin tone, but not the color she associated with the local Lakota.

  Waverly studied his face. She’d been right. The mud had hidden a face that any woman would swoon over. The longer she stared at Brolach the more attracted she was to him. A throbbing ache built deep inside her pussy as her body stood up and took notice of the naked heart-stopping hunk in front of her.

  Their gazes met and held. In an instant, the sexual tension between them flared to life. Waverly ached to have him fill her, pumping in and out until they both reached ecstasy. Her breathing sped up and became shallow. Her nipples grew taut under her t-shirt. She wanted him. There was no question about that.

  The longer she stared the more turned-on Waverly became. Lost in the moment, she did nothing to stop Brolach when he leaned out of the tub, hooked his arm around her waist and brought her into the shower with him. Her hands came up to rest flat against his chest, and for the life of her, she couldn’t get her brain to function beyond noticing that he still held her close.

  “What next? I’ve rinsed my hair.” Brolach spoke in a deep, husky voice.

  It took Waverly a few seconds to understand what he’d asked. She cleared her throat before she replied. “You have to use the shampoo to wash it.”

  She reached for the bottle that sat in the corner of the tub, squeezed some onto her palm, then motioned for him to bend his head toward her. Once he did, she worked the shampoo through the strands. He closed his eyes and made a low growling sound of pleasure, which had her pussy clenching with need.

  Waverly silently washed Brolach’s hair twice before putting conditioner in it. All that remained to be cleaned was his body. Her mouth practically watered at the prospect of running her hands all over him.

  She grabbed the bar of soap, stuck it under the spray of water, then ran it between her hands to build up lather. Waverly started at Brolach’s shoulders before she worked her way down to his chest. She continued her downward journey, but he caught her wrist and stopped her before she reached his cock.

  Waverly forgot to breathe as Brolach slowly lowered his head toward her. His mouth settled on hers, and she let out a quiet sigh. He used his lips to gently explore hers, then took them in a heated kiss.

  He pushed his tongue inside and twined it with hers, tasting her. She dropped the bar of soap to the bottom of the bathtub and lifted her arms to put around his neck. She clung to him as arousal pulsed through her. She couldn’t hold back her moans.

  Brolach pulled away from her mouth and licked and kissed his way along her jaw line to the side of her neck. She felt the drag of his fangs there. A shudder of pleasure whipped through her. Waverly turned her head to the side to give him better access. The sharp points of his teeth touched her skin once more.

  She gasped as he bit her. There was a short, sharp pain, which was followed by intense desire. As he sucked, with each pull of his mouth, she felt a corresponding sensation deep inside her pussy. A climax quickly built, then tore through her. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, one after another, until her legs gave out on her. Only his strong arms holding her kept her upright. As he continued to feed, her eyes grew heavy and she lost the fight to keep them open.

  Chapter Two

  Brolach retracted his fangs and licked his bite mark to seal and heal it as Waverly went limp in his arms. He probably should have waited until they were out of the shower before he fed from her, but he hadn’t been able to resist. The sound of her heart beating loudly in his ears, and his need for blood, had made him weak.

  Now that he’d found Waverly, his mate, he’d only be able to feed from her once he claimed her. Vampires mated for life just as werewolves did. Being only able to tolerate their mate’s blood ensured that bond stayed strong. As a hybrid, each part of him would claim her, tying him doubly to her.

  He kept Waverly securely against him as he reached back and turned the water off. He’d watched her start it and remembered how she’d worked the metal attachments set into the wall. Brolach pushed open the door and carried her out of the tub. He reached for the towel and used it to dry as much of her as he could before using it on himself while he continued to hold his mate.

  Brolach looked down at Waverly. He’d probably taken a little more blood than he should have, which explained why she slept. Even now he felt it coursing through him, making him stronger. He could revive her by giving her some of his, but that would put them on the road to being mated. For a vampire, it took two exchanges to have the bond forming. And her being human, it’d also turn her. He wasn’t ready for that yet. Unlike him, she’d have all the weakness associated with a vampire.

  He carried her out of the bathing room and headed down a long stretch of hall in search of a bed. He wanted her to be comfortable while her body worked to replace what he’d taken. Once she awakened, they’d both need to eat some food.

  It didn’t take him long to find the room with a bed big enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably. At first, Brolach thought to put Waverly in it still wearing her wet clothing. He quickly changed his mind as he pulled back the covers. The bedding was unlike anything he’d seen before. The thin sheet on the inside was so finely woven he couldn’t see the waft or weft lines that made up the material.

  Brolach laid Waverly on the floor that was covered in plush fibers. He took off her shirt with no problem since it easily slipped over her head. Her pants’ fasteners were beyond him, and he ended up using some of his werewolf strength to rip them open so he could pull them down her legs.

  What she wore underneath those clothes that covered her breasts and sex, he left on her. They were only a little bit damp, and he had to admit he liked how she looked in them. They drew a man’s eyes while making him wonder what exactly they hid.

  He picked her up and put her into the bed. She didn’t awaken. Next time he fed from her, he wouldn’t take so much blood. His hunger was under control for now. Once he ate, the food would help temper it as well.

  Brolach looked down at Waverly as she slept. Kissing her had ramped up his werewolf side’s need to claim her as his. All it took was sex, quite a bit of it, to have the mate bond created. It’d snap into place once the female accepted the male as the one for her. He was more than happ
y to get started on that, but he needed to acquaint himself better with this new world he woke up to first.

  * * * *

  Waverly came awake and stretched. She wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but something kept her from doing so. Whack, whack. She sat up and scowled at the open bedroom door. What the hell was that sound? She heard it again. And if she weren’t mistaken, the water in the bathtub was running as well.

  As she grabbed the sheets to flip them off her, Waverly noticed for the first time she was missing some clothes. A quick look showed she was just in her bra and underwear. She had no recollection of taking her jeans and t-shirt off, or of coming to be in her bedroom. It didn’t take her long to find her clothing in a pile on the floor close to the bed.

  It all came back to her in a rush. She’d been in the shower with Brolach, helping him wash. They’d kissed, then he’d bit her and that was all she remembered. He’d bitten her. He’d actually sunk his fangs into her neck and drank her blood.

  Waverly jumped out of bed and went to pick up her discarded clothes. The t-shirt was wet, same with the jeans. In fact, the pants were no longer wearable since they’d been torn open. Obviously, Brolach had done that. No one else would have ripped them to take them off her.

  The same whacking noise reached her ears. Waverly quickly took out a clean pair of jeans and t-shirt and hurriedly pulled them on. She left the bedroom and followed the sound to the bathroom. What met her sight had her coming to a shocked standstill just inside the doorway. It looked as if a mud bomb had gone off.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked in dismay.

  Brolach knelt at the side of the bathtub with his buckskin shirt in his hand. He’d just given it another whack on the side of the tub and it dripped muddy water onto the floor.

  He looked at her and smiled, showing a bit of fang. “You’re awake. I thought to clean my clothes while you slept. I started at the small basin, but it wasn’t big enough so I switched to the tub.”

  Waverly looked at the sink to find it smeared with mud as well as the countertop before she turned her gaze back on Brolach. “I can see that.”

  “I thought I’d better get them cleaned since I have nothing else to wear.”

  She glanced down his body to see he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She had to admit he looked good in it, but he was far too distracting like that. He definitely needed something else to wear or she’d never be able to think straight enough to ask the questions she had milling around inside her mind.

  “Stop doing whatever you’re doing,” she said. “I think I have something that might fit you. My brother lived here for a few months when he was in between places and he left a couple t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants behind. They might be a little small for you, but it’s better than nothing.”

  Waverly hurried to the spare bedroom and opened one of the drawers in the dresser. She took out a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants her brother, Devin, had left behind when he’d moved out six months before. She’d told him about them repeatedly, but he didn’t seem to care.

  She returned to the bathroom to find Brolach had turned off the water in the bathtub and now stood beside it. Since he didn’t hold on to his dirty clothing, she guessed he’d left them in the tub, which was better than on the floor.

  “Here put these on,” she said as she held out the sweatpants and t-shirt. “The pants have a drawstring that goes in the front.”

  Brolach dropped the towel from around his waist, then reached for the pants. Waverly got a good eyeful before he stepped into them and yanked them up past his hips. As predicted, they were a little on the short side and fit a bit snug. The shirt wasn’t the right size either, but was passable.

  Waverly nodded. “Let’s get you something to eat.” She had this almost overwhelming urge to make sure Brolach had food in his stomach. She’d felt the same way about getting him cleaned up.

  She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom before she headed for the kitchen. Brolach followed her. Waverly quickly set about seasoning the chicken breasts she’d thawed earlier and then put them into the oven to bake. He’d gone to sit at the small table while she worked.

  As she set about peeling some potatoes to boil, Waverly set the conversation up to ask her first question as she worked. “I need you to give me some answers.”

  “All right.”

  “You’re not exactly human, are you?”

  “Correct. I’m a hybrid—half vampire and half werewolf. As far as I know, I’m the only one of my kind.”

  “Okay. Right about now I should be running from you in terror, but I’m not even close to feeling that. In fact, I have no fear of you whatsoever. You did something to me to cause that, didn’t you?”

  Brolach gave her an apologetic look. “Yes. I’m sorry, but there wasn’t anything else I could think of doing. I compelled you not to run from me and to take me to your home. You have my word that I won’t use it on you again unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

  “Gee, thanks.” She just loved the idea that he could take away her free will whenever he wanted. Not. What he deemed necessary may not match what she thought would be. “Well, just make sure it’s a life and death situation before you do it again.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “Next question. You said you’d been living in the ground for the last two thousand years. How is that possible? Shouldn’t you be dead?”

  “I’m immortal. A true immortal, which means I’ll never die. There’s nothing in this world that will end my life. Not fire, not literally losing my head. Nothing. I could have lasted another two thousand years or more buried there before I decided to awake.”

  Again, Waverly remained calm as if it were an everyday occurrence for her to meet a vampire/werewolf immortal hybrid. She found it a little unsettling that she wasn’t freaking out.

  She finished with the potatoes and put the pot onto the stove to boil, then turned back to Brolach. “Why did you wake up then?”

  He met her gaze. There was no mistaking the longing that lingered in his eyes. “You caused my slumber to end.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. Even though I slept, I could sense and hear the world above me. Your presence brought me awake.” He stood and came to stand in front of her. “I’ve waited three thousand years to find you.”

  Waverly swallowed, then asked with a squeak, “Three thousand years?” She cleared her throat. “What do you mean you’ve been waiting for me?”

  Brolach reached up and ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek in a caress. “My mate. You call to both my vampire and werewolf sides. Only the woman meant to be mine would do that.”

  She had a sudden case of butterflies in her stomach and found she needed to sit down before her legs gave out on her. Waverly walked around Brolach and took a seat at the table. He sat in the chair closest to her.

  Waverly decided to move past the whole mate idea for now. There was something else on her mind that was more serious. “In the shower, you bit me and drank my blood.”

  He nodded. “I didn’t plan it that way. I needed it, and I didn’t have the strength to resist taking some of yours. Feeding and sex go hand in hand.”

  She felt her face heat with a blush. She knew that from firsthand experience. He’d made her come as he sucked at her neck. And she couldn’t deny that it’d been a damn good orgasm. Her pussy clenched just at the thought of it.

  “Okay, good to know,” she said, her voice huskier than she would have liked. “Next time, and I don’t know if there will be, give a little warning before you sink your teeth into me.”

  Brolach gave her a sexy grin. “It will happen again. Once a vampire is mated, he or she can only feed from their mate.”

  Waverly hid the shiver of delight that went through her by standing and going over to the stove to check on the potatoes. The water had just come to a boil. She turned down the burner and adjusted the lid on the pot. She wasn’t quite ready to
face Brolach again.

  Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her against a hard body. He nudged her hair away from the side of her neck with his nose, then kissed her there. A surge of awareness shot through her, and she sighed.

  “I may have compelled you to get over your fear of me, but how you react to my touch is all you,” Brolach said against her skin.

  Waverly couldn’t deny that. She’d be lying to the both of them if she did. The attraction she had for him wasn’t to be ignored, especially when he held her close like now. His heat surrounded her, and his hard body molded to hers. His cock, which was also hard, nestled against the small of her back. She barely resisted the urge to turn in his arms and rub herself against him like a cat that wanted to be petted and stroked.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as Brolach dragged the tips of his fangs down the side of her neck. He nipped her gently and skimmed his hands lower to her stomach. He tugged her tighter against him and rocked into her. That caused a throbbing ache to build inside her pussy, matching her rapid heartbeat. She took her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from moaning. It didn’t work. A long, drawn-out one escaped her lips as he lifted one hand and covered her breast. He pinched her taut nipple through her shirt and bra.

  Waverly could no longer hold still. She moved in time with his thrusts, pushing back to meet each one. Arousal beat through her, heating her blood. Wetness pooled between her thighs. She spread her legs a little wider as he dropped his hand that had rested against her stomach to her pussy. He stroked her, and the need to have him fill her increased.

  Brolach kissed up her neck to her ear. He gave the lobe a gentle tug with his teeth. “The scent of your arousal makes me hungry to take you, but I need food first.”