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Wolfe's Den (Wolfe Creek Book 1)

By:C.M. Steele

Wolfe's Den (Wolfe Creek Book 1)
C.M. Steele

       Book One in the Wolfe Creek Series

Chapter 1-Catherine

I opened the webpage to my email for the hundredth time since I woke up.  Again, there was nothing there. No job offers or even rejection emails.  There was just nothing. I had to check to make sure my internet was  still working. It was about to be cut off if I didn't get a job soon. I  only had enough money for the other important bills. Food was even  limited.

I hit the job board, but there wasn't anything; no new opportunities  listed. When you're a twenty-one-year-old college dropout, jobs aren't  plentiful as it is. With my newly ruined reputation, it was ten times  harder. So I decided to surf the net while I still had it.

I was browsing for about ten minutes when a sponsored ad showed up on  the sidebar of my Facebook page displaying a family resort opening soon.  It looked inviting, so I checked out. I clicked the link and  immediately felt at home. The main building was a large wooden building,  really a massive log cabin. It reminded me of a lavish ski resort my  parents used to take me to when they weren't ashamed of me.

As of late I was persona non grata in their eyes. They cut me off,  unless I was planning on doing some heavy ass-kissing which wasn't in my  repertoire. I wanted to call my parents, but they were out of town  again, not that they had time for me. I didn't want to grovel back to  them with my tail between my legs after telling them that I didn't need  their money to make it.

My phone buzzed with a text from my good for nothing ex-boyfriend. He  was the reason I lost my last job three months ago and couldn't manage  to land another. Evan, the prick, came in to my job at the only  expensive restaurant in this shit college town and shouted at the top of  his lungs that I was nothing but a cock tease and was having an affair  with my boss and that's why I supposedly wouldn't sleep with him. I was  fired on the spot. Word spread like wildfire and I couldn't land a job  anywhere.

Cat, babe. I need you to forgive me. I love you. Please

This was his millionth useless apology. Loved me, my ass. What did he  think I would do-just forgive him for ruining my name in a matter of two  of his drunken frat boy days? After the restaurant incident he went  around town fucking broads and sending pics to my phone. He was  disgusting, and I didn't know why I'd ever dated him. I just sent him a  text to fuck off.

After tuning out the asshole and forgetting I had parents, I turned back  to the faux rustic looking resort called Wolfe's Den. They boasted to  having thirty suites that looked out at the Cascade Mountains. Many of  the shots were taken in general locations around the town and the  outside of the resort. The panoramic shot taken inside one of the suites  was spectacular. The one thing that my eyes took in was the slightest  bit of a reflection. Either it was really him or I was now completely  certifiable. It couldn't be him because my dream lover was a figment of  my wild romance book filled imagination.

I kept looking at the image to see if I could make out more of his  features. I enlarged my browser to 300 times magnification, but it  became blurry and pixilated. His hauntingly beautiful blue orbs did  manage to stay clear. I drowned in his blue gaze until I caught my eyes  in the computers reflection. Taking it back down to regular size, I  noticed that my nightly lover was standing next to a woman with bare  slender legs, who was the person behind the camera. Jealousy wrapped  around my heart, squeezing it frightfully. It started beating so  erratically that I thought it would explode.

Needing to look away, I clicked on "About Us" section. There wasn't much  about the Grey Corporation. It was owned by the Grey family, who had  lived in the area since the 1700's. They were trying to expand their  small community by adding a source of revenue for the locals. Next I  looked for employment opportunities, but there wasn't anything listed.  The resort wasn't opening for another month or so; perhaps they just  hadn't put the online application up yet, or they were old school and  wanted paper applications. The only contact information was phone  number. I called it and it was just a voicemail box, so I pathetically  begged to be hired.

After leaving that mess of a message, I wanted to cry at how things had  changed so abruptly for me. It all started about six months ago. I  started having these crazy dreams involving the most attractive and huge  man I'd ever seen. They engulfed my mind and body, and I woke up  physically drained every day. My day became all about him. It was as if  he was real.

My beastly giant man would touch me, tease my body to cum for him. Every  night I would wake up several times from the feel of his teeth nipping  at my flesh. My nightly demon wouldn't say a word as he made his way to  me, climbed up my body, his eyes never leaving mine, and tasted my skin.  The only time he spoke was when he claimed me with his very  well-endowed cock. It must have been the surrealistic feel of dreams  that made him seem so large in every way because he was well over six  and a half feet tall.                       


Each dream started the same way: I'm lying on a bed, wearing just a  skimpy pink nightgown. It's one I don't even own, but it's unbelievably  beautiful and silky. He walks into the almost pitch black room, his  blazing blue eyes staring directly into mine, the moonlight brightening  them as it lights up his strong chiseled face. I always think I'm going  to be afraid because I should be, but I never am. My mysterious hunter  stalks toward me as though I'm his prey. He lets out a low growl from  deep within his chest as he moves to the edge of the bed, and before I  know it he's on me. He slides his hands through my hair and lifts my  head so he can taste my mouth. My demon knight kisses me, and it's the  most earth shattering, explosive kiss ever. As he pulls away, I sigh at  the loss of his mouth on mine. He starts nibbling lightly, licking and  sucking all down my body like he's trying to mark me as his. He hits my  core with his strong tongue, and I start to cum hard. I dig my hands in  his hair as he starts to taste my orgasm, releasing another low feral  growl as he laps it up.

Suddenly, he roughly parts my thighs, opening them wide before moving  his legs in between them. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly moves  his up my body. Aligning his cock with my pussy, he pushes his way  roughly into me, claiming me as his and growling, "Mine."

His mouth comes down on to my neck and just as I feel his sharp teeth  pierce my skin, I cum hard again, and he roars his release into me. I  feel my body fill with his seed, and all I think about as I pass out  from the pleasure was having his babies.

I had moments where I relived his touch in public. On several occasions,  I managed to mortify myself. Those dreams started to make going to  class very difficult. I would spend the day rubbing my neck, even though  there was no scarring. My pussy throbbed throughout every class, and I  couldn't pay attention at all. The worst time was when I was in my  Calculus class with my eyes closed, letting out a little whimper. I  opened my eyes to look at my lover, but I wasn't asleep; I was looking  directly at my teaching assistant, only after licking my lips sensually.  The ass had the nerve to give me a dirty smirk, then approached me  after class.

"So lovely Catherine, I could make you moan like that later on tonight,"  he offered, while his eyes leeringly admired my curves. I was almost  ready to vomit at his unrestricted lechery

"No thanks, Cody. I wasn't thinking of you, and I sure as hell don't want a married man," I hissed and rolled my eyes.

He got close to me and gripped my arm tightly, then whispered angrily in  my ear. "If I was you I wouldn't be acting all high and mighty. You're  already failing; I was just giving you a chance to clear your mind."

"You couldn't do anything for me. You're a poor excuse for a husband,  and if I was your wife, I'd divorce your ass." I rushed away from him,  ignoring everyone around me. Two months into my nightly fantasies, I was  failing all my classes. My parents were furious, but I couldn't stop  the daze I lived in.

I had another fuck up when I was working at Le Cher. A beautiful woman  walked in with her husband. When I walked up to take their order, I had  stared too long at the man. I wasn't looking at him per se, but I  noticed his bright blues and instantly my night stalker came into my  mind. I was so lost in my fantasies that I didn't realize the wife was  growing more and more livid by the second. She didn't say anything to  me, but she told my boss, and I was warned about my behavior. Then just  two days later Evan made his big display of asshole, and my boss had it  with me, so I was canned. Damn those eyes; they ruined everything.

The next three days I was living off Ramen noodles and Diet Coke hoping  for a call or an email from any of the positions I'd applied to, but  there was nothing again. I started sulking and was tempted to cave and  ask my parents to help me out. I didn't call to beg, but I did call to  check in with them.