Page 37 of The Werewolf Cowboy
Chapter 10
When Grayson returned to the cottage, he didn’t join her in the bedroom. Instead, he bathed in the indoor/outdoor shower. When she heard him come back inside the cottage, moving about, she waited a minute.
Frustrated, she crept out of bed and opened the door. Grayson was fast asleep on the sofa, the silver sword lying within reach on the nearby table.
Returning to bed, Katy sighed, and settled in for a restless night.
There was no mystery about the effects of the Dark Kingdom on her libido. With magick powerful enough to run appliances, the kingdom had infused her body with enough Lupine hormones to make ten normal Lupines crazed with sexual need. It cranked up her heat from simmering to volcanic.
Never had she felt this blistering need for sex. Burrowing under the soft covers, she sighed and drifted into a dream filled with images of a nude Grayson, growling as he flung her onto the bed and then prepared to mate with her…
When she awoke in the morning, sun streamed through the window. The beams danced on the floor, turning blue and lilac. Tiny whispers filled the air and she realized that fairies danced in the beams outside her window. Enchanted, she climbed out of bed, stretched out a hand to touch the light, watching the fairies dance in the sunshine.
Another faint memory surfaced. Laughing and twirling in the sunshine when she first woke and seeing fairies giggle as they joined her.
Dropping her hand, she shivered. How could she remember something so unusual as this when she’d never been here before?
Troubled, she went into the shower, and then emerged in a soft towel. As she gazed around the bedroom, Katy wished she had a fresh change of clothing. She could not conjure clothing by magick without shifting first.
As she turned around, she was shocked to see clothing laid out on the bed. It had not been there a minute ago.
She dressed in the forest green gown of silk, delighting in the slippers on her feet. It was if the fairies had conjured the clothing for her.
Katy went into the kitchen. The window over the sink was opened to allow a cool breeze inside. Bare-chested, Grayson was at the counter, cutting up links of sausage. She hovered in the doorway, admiring the view, the strong curve of his biceps, the trim waist and abdominal muscles and the narrow hips.
He turned, and her breath fled. His chest was…whoa. Dark hair covered his thick chest. Not an ounce of fat on this wolf.
Grayson’s intense blue gaze met hers. He handed her a plate filled with sausage. “Eat. You’ll need your strength for later.”
Later, as in what? He seemed too uptight for sex. Grayson prowled the kitchen, looking out the window as if expecting someone.
Katy ate in a hurry, hungrier than she realized. When she finished, he took her plate and dumped it into the sink.
“They’re here,” he told her.
Looking out the window, she gasped at the sight of about eighty people milling about on Grayson’s lawn out back. No warning. No sound, nothing. Her own pack was quiet and Aiden, their alpha, was especially stealthy when it came to slipping in and out, but Aiden couldn’t mask his scent. This was incredible.
Silent as mist, they had arrived. They all looked different, with various stages of height and weight, yet somehow they seemed united, as one large force.
It was their scent, she realized. Even though their scents were all individual, a distinct fragrance of sharp cedar threaded through them like a fishing line holding many lures.
Grayson pulled on a charcoal T-shirt. “I have to go greet them formally. Haven’t seen them in many years.”
“This is your pack?” she asked.
He nodded. “I called them here.”
“It’s why you refused Aiden. You have your own pack. This is where your loyalty lies.” She suspected Grayson had secrets, but this was a huge one. Did he mean to stay here with her and never leave?
Or would he return her to the Skin world and his own ranch?
“This is my world, Katy, but I’ve been absent a long time. My alpha, Cedric, is more than eight hundred years old. We are free to come and go as we please, but when we are here, we belong to the pack.”
He took her hand. “Come, meet them. I asked them to come here because the one who orchestrated your kidnapping is here in Wolf Haven, darling. I’m positive of it. And I’m going to flush him out.”
Her heart beat faster from his touch and her own nervousness. “What if they object to me? I’m an outsider.”
Grayson lightly squeezed her hand. “They won’t. And I’ll be right here with you.”
