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Black Wolf Bay Excerpt
Blog Story WIP
Copyright 2007 Lisa Andel
PROLOGUE
Collin Raines rested his elbows on the edge of the bar, and took a long soothing sip
of his cold beer. "Thanks Inga, this is just what I needed." He lifted the foamy mug towards the woman behind the bar in salute. His second,
Calix Vardakas, eased himself onto the stool to his right, motioning to Inga that he'd like what Raines was drinking.
"Here's the last of them." Calix laid a pile of papers down. "We own everything between Compton, and Little Hook. Except for the Point."
"That Austin woman still holding out?" Collin paused, the papers in one hand, his briefcase in the other. "Or should I say--on? She's got to be
nearly a hundred now."
"I think she celebrated her hundredth birthday last month. Stubborn, that's what she is." Calix slid a sour look at his alpha.
Collin dropped the last of the deeds into his case, and snapped it closed. "You know the drill. Try talking to her again. Up the offer."
"Yeah, yeah." Calix ordered another beer and a shot of whiskey, raising his shot glass in a silent toast as soon as it had been set before him.
"Too bad this stuff doesn't have a bigger kick." He downed the liquor.
"Nothing will spare you the ordeal you are about to endure." Collin's lips twitched into a smile. "Sorry. But you've got to admit it's funny."
"Asshole." Calix drank half his beer in one long draught. "You try it sometime."
"I just might have to, if you're not successful this time. Either that, or we're just going to have to ignore the old woman, and encourage people to
think she's getting batty."
"I vote for the second option right now," Calix muttered.
"You know what the Regeant said," Collin started.
"In the new order we are to blend among the general population, on the one hand," Calix recited.
"While on the other hand, we provide for our packs by purchasing them towns, and villages. Areas to hunt. Rather like hiding in plain sight,
if you ask me," Raines continued.
"You think it's going to work?" Calix asked.
"What, owning our own towns, pretending we're totally human?" Collin smiled at Inga as she refilled his mug. "Well enough, I imagine. Just like
anything, there'll be problems, and unexpected rewards."
"Well, when you put it that way …" Calix rose from his stool, clapping a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Tell my grandma I love her, if I don't
make it back." He said with mock seriousness.
"You don't have a grandma." The alpha rolled his eyes.
Calix slid his sunglasses on, flashing a wicked grin.
"Get your ass out of here. You'd think my god damned second would have more balls then this. It's just one little old lady," Collin laughed,
knowing full well that his second was one of the most feared wolves in the northern hemisphere.
Chapter One
Calix had to give it to the old woman he thought, as he drove the winding road down the point. She had one hell of a piece of land. One the pack
would dearly love to get their hands on.
The Austin’s had been shipping magnets in the early eighteen hundreds. While they built their shipyards up the coast at Compton, they saved the
peninsula for themselves, and built the town of Black Wolf Bay as a luxury for their wives.
Three great houses stood on that spit of land, and several smaller cottages, that had once been used for staff and guests. Now, there was only
Ester Austin. In the five years that Calix’s pack had been purchasing the surrounding property, they’d never seen a single person visit her.
Members of the pack had tried to befriend her, at first, but the harsh old bitch wouldn’t have anything to do with them.
He came around the last bend, and the vista opened in front of him. Trees, heavy with Spanish moss, shrubs laden with flowers, and a lawn that had
been neglected for so long, it was over a foot tall, thick with weeds and wildflowers.
The house, just as all the other houses on the land, had been well cared for, because Ester’s husband had made arrangements for the upkeep of the
buildings, before his death.
Calix parked his bike in a patch of crushed shells, at the side of the house, stood looking out at the bay, for a moment, girding himself for the
coming confrontation. Knowing he would rather face an entire rogue pack, he dragged his gaze from the water, and turned towards the house.
* * * *
I was stuck. Had been stuck for the last hour. Something wasn’t sitting right with me
about the last few paragraphs, and I had yet to see what needed changed, or added, or deleted.
Frustrated, I went to the kitchen, and grabbed a cold coke from the fridge. The throaty rumble of a Harley floated in on the breeze that was
wafting through my kitchen windows.
The sound of the engine grew louder, as the bike neared the house. Setting the coke down, I went out the back door, just as the crunch of shells
let me know he’d parked in the overgrown patch reserved for that purpose.
As I came around the side of the house, my steps faltered. I took in the lean, muscular form that stood with his back to me, as he looked out into
the bay. Over six feet tall, he had long brown hair, that hung loose about his shoulders. A tight, black t-shirt hugged his torso, showcasing broad
shoulders that veed down to narrow hips. Tight ass. Lean, muscular thighs on legs that looked as tall as I was.
Christ. Heat flushed my body, and I was glad that he didn’t turn around while I got myself under control. Then he did, turn around that is, and I
nearly fainted.
His hair tumbled over his forehead in a wild, carefree way, his jaw was strong, and dusted with stubble. Add to that the dark sunglasses he wore,
that gave him a sense of mystery, of danger.
I let my eyes wander over the rest of his body, feeling moisture pool between my thighs. Broad chest, well muscled, but not overly so, narrow
waist. Tremendous bulge between his legs that grew into even more formidable proportions as I watched. I licked my lips, then flicked my eyes to
his face to see if he’d caught me looking.
A sinful grin curled the side of his mouth, and I knew he had. Though I couldn’t see his eyes, the tilt of his head told me he was returning the
favor of the full body scan. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the fact that my nipples were protruding.
He prowled towards me with a loose hipped, predatory stride, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life. I stood rooted in place, as he came
too close and towered over me. His scent drifting to me, smelling of loam, and something wilder.
“I’ve come to talk with Ester,” he said in a deep, gravely voice.
“Ester’s dead,” I blurted. Then realized that was pretty crass if he’d been a friend of hers. “I’m sorry, I meant—“
“Nothing to be sorry about, she was an ornery old bitch. So she finally died, huh?”
I laughed. He had it right about Ester. “Well …” I tried to think of a reason to keep him here a while longer.
“What’s going to become of her land?” the man asked.
“She left it to me,” I said absently, my thoughts focused on his mouth.
“Really, now.” He leaned slightly closer. “Then you’re the one I want to talk to.”
“About what?” I’d totally lost track of the conversation. His lips were so very close, if I just edged forward, they’d be on mine.
“About the land,” he whispered, his lips moving a fraction nearer.
“What land?” My mouth went dry and I ran the tip of my tongue over them.
“Wolf Point,” he breathed, and closed the final distance between us.
Heat flared through my body. I clutched fistfuls of his shirt while he grasped the back of my head. He angled mine to the side, and slid his tongue
into my mouth, caressing, exploring it’s depths. His other hand drew my hips flush to his body, his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt.
He deepened the kiss, grinding the hardened length of his erection against me, and I groaned.
With a murmur of approval, he dropped the hand that had been trapping my head, trailing it down my side, to brush across the curve of my breast.
He worked his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, stroked upwards over my ribs, and circled my nipple. As he angled his head, and slid his tongue
erotically along the length of mine, he pinched and twisted the tightened bud, sending shots of arousal straight to my groin.
Something inside my mind snapped, and I was suddenly very aware that a total stranger had his hand on my bare flesh. That I would have, in fact,
screwed him right here on the porch, without even knowing his name.
I untangled my hands from his clothing, laid my palms flat on his chest, and pushed.
He ignored me.
I pushed again, this time turning my face to the side to break the kiss.
“What?” His breath rasped in his lungs.
“Back off,” I gasped.
“What?” he asked, louder, his tone incredulous.
“Back up, give me some room.” I couldn’t bring myself to look into his face.
He took half a step back, keeping both hands on me exactly where they were.
“Oh for Pete’s sake.” I did look at him then. Plucking at the hand he had buried under my shirt. “Get this out of here.” I started dancing around
in place trying to shake him off. It didn’t work. “Move this!” I snapped, so he did, he cupped my breast and squeezed. “Not like that!” I jumped
around some more, putting more effort into it. The arm around my back tensed as he slammed me against his front.
“Stop moving around like that.” He waited until I quit squirming. “Now, that’s better,” he purred, lowering his mouth towards mine again.
“I don’t even know your name.” My words sounded thin and pathetic to my own ears.
He froze. Then he slowly drew his hand out from under my shirt, and carefully peeled his hand off my ass. With lips set in a firm line, he took a
step back from me, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Names Calix Vardakas.”
My mouth dropped open. “No fucking way.” That couldn’t even be a real name, could it?
“And why not?” he growled at me.
“It sounds like a comic book villain.” I’m sure if I could have seen his eyes, they’d have been glaring at me.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked between clenched teeth.
“I’m an Austin. Jane.” I told him reluctantly.
“Jane Austin. Tell me, Ms. Austin, write any good books lately?” he snarled.
“Okay, so I’m a fucking writer,” I grumbled.
“You are?” Calix grinned. “You’re named Jane Austin, and you’re a writer?”
“Yes,” I huffed, “what are you? The head enforcer for the local Wolf Bay gang?” Then I thought about Wolf gang, Wolfgang, and snorted.
“Yes,” he answered me, all humor leaving his face.
I swallowed. “What are you doing here Mr. Vardakas?”
He adjusted his package, deliberately drawing my attention to his groin. “Not what I expected to be doing.” His wicked grin was back in place.
I just looked at him, and sighed.
“I’d like to purchase your land. I’ve been trying to get Ester to sell it to me for the past few years.”
“Sorry you wasted the trip out here.” I was embarrassed, and about to take it out on him. “I’m not interested in selling.” I turned on my heel,
and started walking towards the rear door.
I heard his footsteps as he followed me. I kept walking, ignoring him. When I reached the kitchen door, I took a step in, then turned to him.
“I’m not going to change my mind, so let’s save both of us the trouble.”
“Invite me in.” He had such a smooth delivery I figured he’d used the line several times.
“I don’t even know you.” I tried to close the door, but he blocked it effortlessly with a foot.
“So get to know me.” His smile broadened.
“Mr. Vardakas--“
“Calix, or Cal if you’d prefer.” He reached out and stroked a finger down the side of my face, and I felt my body respond.
“Calix,” he started kneading the muscles where my neck and my shoulder met, and I wanted to groan it felt so good. I closed my eyes, and let my
head tip backwards as he found a particularly tense spot.
Next thing I know, he’s kissing me, and I can’t keep a thought in my head. His hands worked open my jeans, and then I felt his fingers digging
down the front. He slid his hand beneath my panties, and delved his way between my labia. I arched into his palm, as he slanted his head, and
swirled his tongue around mine. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth, and slowly drew on it, as he pumped a finger into my vagina.
“If I don’t sink my cock into this tight pussy of yours in the next minute, I think I’ll die.”
My pelvic muscles clenched at his words, and he groaned. He was suddenly in a flurry of movement, and before I regained total mental function, he’d
stripped my pants and underpants off, released his shaft, picked me up and slammed my back into the wall.
“Wh--“ He surged upward, and buried himself deep. He withdrew, then drove forward again, sinking in to the balls. Adjusting his grasp on my ass,
he started thrusting inside of me, as he claimed my mouth.
He pressed his chest harder against mine, pinning me tighter to the wall while he increased the speed of his thrusts, tracing kisses across my
jaw and down the side of my neck.
“God you’re tight,” he hissed. A wash of moisture flooding out of my vagina at his words.
His hips worked faster yet, and my world spiraled down to my groin, as my pelvic muscles tightened.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. Then he caught my shoulder between his teeth, and bit down.
I exploded. My sheath clenching and releasing as my orgasm blew through me.
“Aaarrrrgh,” he roared as he drove his cock up into me with a mighty shove, then started spewing his seed deep into my core.
When I came back into my head, he was resting against me, still holding me to the wall. My legs were wrapped around his back, his cock, still
hard, inside of me. I felt the dribble of our combined release, coursing down the crack of my ass.
Well, this is awkward. What was the etiquette for this? “Excuse me, but would you mind removing your cock, it seems to have gotten placed in
my pussy by mistake?”
He straightened away from me, that blasted smile playing around his mouth.
He was still wearing his sunglasses.
“So, now that you know me, would you have dinner with me tonight?”
Blog Excerpt
This excerpt is the beginning of a work in progress over at my blog, with the working title "Black Wolf Bay"
I will be posting segments of the story every Wednesday over there. Then updating here, to excerpt length, when I get the time. :D
Stop by the blog to see the story as it's created every Wednesday!
Click here for: the Andel Blog
ENJOY!!!
Lisa Andel
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