The Love Wolfess ~ Heartbroken Howls Before Valentine’s Day
the time his potent, to-pant-for scent twitched her nostrils, Sozchy
had already answered about every Valentine’s Day question ever thought
of, from patrons at Dante’s Pleasure Club, and from her radio show
callers...so it felt.
adjusted her headset, ignoring the spike of her hormones -- probably
bouncing off Mother Moon by now -- and punched up the evening’s last
“This is the Love Wolfess,” she throatily sang in her on-air voice. “What’s your question, Dharla?”
Sniffles answered her. Then, a tiny sob erupted.
grand room, bathed by red and pink illumination, and festooned with
neon-light heart shapes, faded into the background as Sozchy intuitively
focused on the distraught young werewolf woman. The flirtatious and
intimate murmurings of the fifty plus couples, along with the singles
looking for love mates, also disappeared for her.
“Dharla, dear, I hear heartbroken howls before Valentine’s Day...talk to me...please.”
“How do I...do I? Well...I know he’s my mate...and...”
do you know, dear?” Sozchy kept her tone gentle, while her intuition
razored her with images of the werewolf lout who had obviously humped
and dumped Dharla.
can’t get him out of my mind. I’m in heat all the time. I can’t
sleep...or eat.” The last two words were a pathetic whine. “And...and
now I have no one for Valentine’s Day.” Dharla howled, a pitiful
strangled sound. “I’m sooooooo miserable. I’m all alone. What do I do?”
crackled loudly over the line, and Sozchy pressed the mute button.
“Dharla,” she softly crooned once the werewolf woman sniffled again.
“Listen to me. Do you know about Mating Truth tea?”
“Have you tried drinking it?”
inhaled a huge breath and stopped her eyes from rolling. Summoning her
most professional voice, she leaned toward the microphone. “This is what
you do, Dharla. Brew the tea and sip it slowly. Draw a hot bath, and
then take a long soak. If you have violet and oak leaf infused Epsom
Salts, add that, or just the Salts. Are you with me so far?”
“Yes.” At least, Dharla’s voice didn’t quaver.
“If you’re still not sleepy go for a long run in the woods. You know the safe areas.”
your body, Dharla. Sleep for as long as you need. Then, I want you to
go out and find a new party outfit for Valentine’s Day...whether or not
you’re in the mood.” Sozchy paused. “Do you understand?”
“I understand.” Dharla spoke after several seconds.
“Good. Good girl. Now, what you’re going to do is decide where to party on Valentine’s Day. With friends. At a special place --“
“I can come to the Pleasure Club...right?”
course, Dharla. We’re celebrating here every night. And, there will be
several different party rooms on Valentine’s Day. May I have a party
coordinator contact you?”
“Oh hell, yes!” An excited squeal-howl followed.
“Goodnight, Dharla. Love is on it’s way to you.”
is on it’s way to you. Sozchy’s own heartfelt words mocked her as she
took off the headset, then automatically shut down the broadcasting
equipment. Scat! She couldn’t even get the huntress side of her
motivated these days.
strange rabbit, not a shapeshifter, had begun living in her yard. And
more bizarre, the cottontail had decided the engine block of her jeep
was its favorite place to hangout.
had taken to opening the hood before turning on the ignition. More
often than not the rabbit gazed back at her. It had done so earlier in
the evening, before she’d driven to the Pleasure Club for her radio gig.
To her shame, and
she’d told not one other shapeshifter soul, Sozchy had begun cooing and
talking to the bunny, while it watched her with one large brown eye.
Yip-yeah, just like a tail-whipped human. That is, until the apparently
suicidal cottontail decided to hop away on its own.
a long sigh, Sozchy willed herself to toughen up. So, her life was a
stinky pile of scat when it came to love, and having a mate of her own.
On the bright-moon side, her radio show had taken off like a chasing
sprint with no sign of slowing down.
stood straightening her swingy short red dress. After a shake and toss
of her long loose hair, she sniffed for the alpha wolf shifter who had
skyrocketed her hormones.
her disappointment, only a trail of his dominant musk scent remained.
She knew him as Devil Wind, but to his tribe he was Howling Wolf Wind.
The Sheriff of a nearby Indian reservation, no doubt he had arrived to
form an alliance with Talbot’s Peak.
no doubt, she belonged to the mists of his memory. Sixteen in human
years, and running wild as a teenage wolf in the forest, she’d been
chasing any prey animal that moved.
consumed her fill, but simply ran for the sport of it, her muscles
carrying her swiftly, easily. Well, she’d charged straight into the path
of a mother bear and her cub.
a mighty bellow of outrage, the mother bear lunged upward, and swiped
colossal claws at her. Springing out of the way, barely, Sozchy had
twisted in midair. About to race for her life, she’d seen a Dire Wolf
rush past her.
like a fiend, Devil Wind darted back and forth, protecting her. Yet,
he’d done nothing to harm the mother bear and her squalling cub.
on her hind legs, Sozchy had joined him. Between the two of them,
they’d convinced the mother bear to give up, then amble after her
their telepathic introductions to each other, Sozchy had tried to thank
him. She’d nose-kissed him before heading home. However, he’d remained
beside her every inch of the way, a monstrous dark gray wolf on guard.
she arrived at her parent’s stone house on the range, about twenty
miles outside of Talbot’s Peak, she’d halted behind the barn. Sozchy
hadn’t wanted her parents to know about her narrow escape. Not until
she’d had time to think about an explanation.
she knew it, they’d both shifted to their human forms. As if it had
been ordained, they’d flung their naked bodies against each other.
Embracing with a passion that still took her breath away, their kisses
had been wild, impossibly frantic, yet somehow sumptuous as a feast.
then, he’d gone away. On the brink of surrendering her virginity to
him, Sozchy had been about to speak the words as their gazes seared into
one another, as their pants rushed and raged.
often had she recalled that moment? When nothing could have torn them
apart. When her much smaller body desperately pressed against the big
brute strength of his... when he’d held her with all the might of his
desire for her... when... but, he’d cupped her face between his large,
seen it in the depths of smoke and amber eyes then. He was leaving. He
didn’t want to take her virginity. He didn’t want her.
shaking her head to erase the remembrance for now, Sozchy waved to
those in the club who were acknowledging her with a wave of their hand.
Some blew kisses of appreciation toward her, while some wagged furry
tails. Spreading her arms wide, she sent her love vibes to the
real smile on her face didn’t last long, though, as she walked toward
the small comfy room Dante had provided for her. It served as her
office, a changing room and a place to sleep if she didn’t want to
drive, or lope home.
to open the door, she whipped around. He stood there, as ferociously
imposing as ever. Not that she’d actually glimpsed him before now... not
since she’d tracked him down to his territory a few days after their
knew about his appointment to Sheriff, some seven years ago, because
she’d seen it on the local news. Damn, he was as ruggedly-feral handsome
as she remembered.
her mouth suddenly parched, Sozchy stopped herself from licking her
lips. Hell’s bite, her vocal chords were frozen, too. And, all she could
think about was -- why hadn’t she scented him?
gaze ravished her face with a hunger that had her backing up. Before
Sozchy knew it she practically clung to the door. Her nails scraped,
embarrassing her, and she balled her hands.
“The Love Wolfess.” His guttural tone sensually devoured her insides.
“Need some advice?” she choked out, only her voice sounded like a breathy come-on.
“Maybe.” The glint of his black-as-obsidian eyes suggested ‘advice’ wasn’t what he was after.
“Maybe?” Again, her tone sounded like a seductive invitation. If she could reach the door latch...
after I’ve possessed you every which way but loose...little woman
wolf.” His gaze flashed wild with need. “My woman wolf,” he growled.
captured her insides as he leapt with deceptive speed, and captured her
flush against him. His hand sank into her hair and fisted.
one tug that claimed her as his, he brought her face beneath his.
Briefly his gaze penetrated her soul, then his mouth trapped hers. The
crush of his kiss soared her to heaven’s gate, even as her mating lust
turned her raw and wickedly hot.
mouths fused, too long denied. Holding her hair taut, he slid one hand
beneath her dress, and swept his palm over the curves of her hip, her
thigh, her ass.
utterly dominant handling of her didn’t stop as their mouths fiercely
tangled -- as his lips blistered her lips with such pleasure, she
whimpered for more.
kisses consumed her for the longest time, as her kisses consumed him.
Howl to the goddess, she wanted anything he wanted to give her.
Suddenly releasing her hair, he pushed her against the hard surface of the door. “Sozchy.”
He rasped her name again. “Look at me.” When she surrendered her gaze
to him, to the twin suns that were his eyes, he caressed between her
to an unbearable wildness, all she could do was feel his large rough
hand stroking her inner thighs. All she could do was feel the sweep of
his palm over her yielding body.
His name burst past her lips, “Devil Wind.”
eyes flared, savage with need. Savage for her. His lowered his head and
his kiss embraced her mouth. His kiss lingered until her heart thudded
ridiculously fast -- until she swooned against him.
a groan, he blazed kisses down her throat. The sweet torture didn’t end
as his lips fondled the sensitive flesh of her breastbone.
When he scorched a kiss on the hollow of her throat, his lips stayed. Sozchy moaned, belonging to him.
lips caught hers, again. Commanding her passions, he boldly cupped her
sex. His big palm kneaded possessively, and Sozchy helplessly keened a
“Mate,” he growled,
“Prove it,” she dared.
~ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~
Even though we are mountains apart
May the passionate howls of my heart
Slide down on silvery moonbeams
And wildly spin your midnight dreams
In favor of my frenzied fierce pursuit.
I would forever be your protecting brute.
Run by my side in forest moonbeams
Let me see your desires, your dreams
As we roll, play, and relentlessly mate.
Lonely for you, I howl demands to fate.