Seducing The Wolf (Chapter Four)

When her last client of the day left the gym floor, Billie decided she wasn't quite ready to go home. It was late in the afternoon, hours until the gym would be closing that evening. Still feeling out of sorts with herself, she decided an hour of lifting weights was what she needed. In no way was she only staying later in case Royce made an appearance, or so she was trying to convince herself.

On her way to the women's change room, Billie noticed that all her brothers were on the gym floor as well. As she walked past each of them, she could feel their eyes following her. Billie felt the urge to turn around and stick her tongue out at them, but decided it was too childish even for her. Instead, she ignored them and didn't as much as turn her head to look back at them.

It only took a few minutes for her to change into her workout clothes, and put on the mp3 player she kept in one of the lockers inside the change room. One of the perks of being the owner's daughter was being able to claim one of the lockers as her own without fear of having her lock cut off at closing time. Her father had to put that rule into effect when too many members were leaving locks on the lockers for days at a time, even after having friendly reminders taped to the locker, which had gone ignored. Now, if any locks were found on lockers after closing time they were automatically cut off and the contents put in the large lost and found box at the front desk.

With the music on her mp3 player blaring in her ears, Billie headed back out to the gym floor. Deciding to work on her chest first, she headed for one of the flat benches to do some benching. She slapped on the weights on the long barbell, then went and lay on the bench under it. Taking a firm grasp of the bar, she lifted it off the rack and slowly lowered it to her chest before pushing it back up so her arms were straight once again. She did nine more reps like that before she replaced the bar on the rack. When she sat back up on the bench she noticed the commotion near the front desk.

Putting her mp3 player on pause, Billie swore under her breath as she quickly got up. Her brothers had someone cornered at the desk, someone who was quite a bit taller than they were. Billie's heart started to beat faster at seeing Royce in their midst. He didn't seem overly concerned that Keegan was practically standing toe-to-toe to him, and hearing her brother's raised voice, the conversation wasn't exactly a friendly how do you do.

Not wanting her brothers to drive Royce away after he had finally come to see her, Billie quickly made her way over to the front desk. None of her brothers noticed her coming up behind them. She decided Keegan would be the first one she would have to take care of. With the bottom of her foot, she kicked him in the back of one of his legs, just behind his knee, hard enough to knock him to his knees on the floor. He quickly looked back to see who had dared to do such a thing to him with a snarl on his face. When he saw Billie behind him with her arms crossed over her chest glaring at him, he got back on his feet and wisely moved away from her.

"Can you tell me what you think you're doing, Keegan?"

"Nothing. We're just introducing ourselves to Royce here."

"Is that so? And while you were 'introducing' yourselves, did any of you think that maybe you should go and get me since Royce is obviously here to see me? I don't think he planned on getting an in-his-face introduction from my dumb ass brothers." Billie finally allowed herself to look Royce in the face. He wore a bemused smile. "Sorry I wasn't here when you first arrived, Royce. If I had been, you wouldn't have had to put up with these guys."

"No apology needed, Billie."

Much to Billie's surprise, Royce's look of bemusement changed to one of intense longing. Billie felt her face flush as his hot gaze raked her from head to toe. She couldn't tear her eyes off him. Now that she was near him, all she could think of was how good it had felt to be in his arms. How good he was at using his tongue. Her heart started to pound as she remembered the intense orgasm he had given her on his kitchen floor. Not caring about the strange way he had acted the last time she had been with him, nor caring that her brothers stood nearby, Billie took a step closer to Royce. She needed to be in his arms.

Royce met her halfway. He picked her off her feet and easily held her in his strong arms as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Billie's world fell away. As Royce hungrily moved his mouth against hers, she didn't acknowledge her brothers' protests, or care that she and Royce were putting on a show for the gym members. All that mattered was getting closer to Royce.

"Billie!"

Her father's voice boomed across the room. That too she ignored.

"Wilhelmina!"

The sound of her full name being bellowed across the gym finally snapped Billie out of the sexual haze that had come over her. Breaking contact with Royce's mouth, she turned her head to watch her father stomp his way across the gym. He didn't look at all pleased at catching his daughter making out with a man she barely knew in front of a bunch of strangers. Billie shoved at Royce's chest hoping he would put her down before her father reached them, but he didn't so much as budge.

Much to Billie's horror, Royce kept her pinned to his chest with one arm as he held out his other hand to her father. Billie figured Royce wouldn't be earning any brownie points from her father for manhandling her in front of him.

"You must be Billie's father," Royce said calmly, as if it was an ordinary occurrence for him to be holding Billie so close against him.

Her father accepted Royce's proffered hand and shook it briefly. "And you must be Royce. If you wouldn't mind, put my daughter down."

Royce let Billie slowly slide down the length of his body. She bit her bottom lip to keep the moan that rose up inside her from escaping. There was no mistaking the evidence of Royce not being unaffected by her closeness. It made her wish she and Royce were alone somewhere, able to pursue what they were both feeling.

Once her feet hit the ground, her father turned his attention to her. "Billie, why don't you go and take a shower before you change your clothes. You must need one after working out. The boys and I will keep Royce company for you."

Yeah, right. There was no way she was going to leave Royce to the sharks for that length of time. "Actually, Dad, I only managed to do one set on the bench press before I noticed the boys had cornered Royce. So I'm good. All I have to do is change my clothes, which I'll go do now. Just promise me you won't tear him to pieces before I come out."

"I promise we'll be on our best behavior."

Somehow Billie didn't think that would last long after she was out of sight. Feeling the need for speed, she almost ran to the women's change room.

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Royce let his eyes rest on each of the York men. They all looked to be cut from the same cloth. There was no mistaking Billie's brothers as anything other than the offspring of the man who stood in front of him. Billie's father was the total opposite of his daughter. He was tall, muscular and seemed to be the type of man who had no qualms about getting in your face if he needed to, same with her four brothers.

He decided to let them try to intimate him with their hard stares. It of course wouldn't work. All he could think about was Billie. She had been all he had been able to think about for the last two days. She was inside him so deep, he didn't think he could ever get her out. The one taste he had of her was far from enough. Even though he hated it, and had fought it to the bitter end, he could no longer deny what his whole being was clamoring for him to complete. He had to claim Billie as his mate fully or he would suffer the consequences. And so he had finally broken down and come to the gym to see her.

Billie's father was the first one to break the heavy silence that had descended after she had gone to change. "My daughter didn't think you would be coming to see her, but I told her you would be around eventually."

"Well, I found myself unable to stay away."

"Billie does tend to leave a lasting impression on people."

"That she does."

"Do you mind if I ask you your age? You're a lot older than the others Billie has taken an interest in."

There was no way Royce was going to tell her father his actual age. Being a werewolf, his lifespan was exceedingly longer than what mortals considered normal. His kind wasn't immortal, but they were pretty darn close. The oldest of their kind lived to be three thousand years old. Royce had already seen more than fifteen hundred years. To a mortal, he looked no older than thirty-five.

"I can't see what bearing my age has to do with anything."

"It doesn't," Billie said as she approached them. "Now would the five of you back off and leave Royce alone?" She came to stand next to Royce. "I'm going for the day, if you haven't already guessed that. I'll be back in tomorrow. If I'm a little late, don't go forming a search party or anything."

Billie didn't wait around long enough to see if the males in her family had anything more to say. She turned on her heel and headed for the gym's entrance. Royce fell into step beside her. Once they were outside, she led him to the parking lot. At her car, she turned to face him.

"I can't help being a bit surprised to see you again, Royce. I'm glad to see you, don't get me wrong, but I was under the impression you didn't want to see me again. That kiss you gave me back there says you've changed your mind again. Are you messing with my head, or do you really want to pursue this?"

Royce crowded Billie with his body until he had her trapped between him and her car. He put his hands on the car's roof and leaned down to look her in the face. "I'm not messing with your head, Billie. I've come to the conclusion that there is no denying what fate holds in store for you. It's just not worth the pain and suffering."

"Okay. You've lost me with the pain and suffering part."

"What I mean is I was too hasty when I decided that I didn't want you around. I'd like for us to start over. Get to know one another better. Take things a little slower. I'm not used to having a woman pursue me." As he spoke, Royce took another step closer to Billie until their bodies were almost touching. He could feel Billie's breath fanning his face as her chest rapidly rose and fell.

"My brothers are forever telling me I sometimes come on a little too strong." Billie's words came out breathy. Her eyes were riveted to his mouth as he spoke.

"I'm not complaining, Billie. But you do have to give a guy a chance to be the one to take the lead, or he may start to question his masculinity." He gently brushed her lips with his. "A man likes to know he can seduce the woman he wants."

"And is that what you are trying to do to me? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Most definitely."

"Well then, it's working."

"Good." Royce quickly took a step away from her. "Then how about I take you out this evening?"

"How about we just go back to your place and you can show me the inside of your bedroom instead?"

Royce shook his head and chuckled. "Don't you know patience is a virtue? We're going to take things slow and easy."

Billie groaned. "I'm not known for being particularly patient when I want something. But, for you, I'll try. When do you want me to pick you up?" Seeing Royce's arched brow, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. When will you be picking me up?"

"Around seven okay with you?"

"Fine. How should I dress?"

"Something suitable for a nightclub. I want to take you to Wulf's Den. There is someone there I want you to meet."

"All right. I'll see you at seven then."

Billie rattled off her address before she got inside her car. Royce watched her drive away before he crossed over to where he had his car parked. He was pleased with how things had gone with Billie. This was a big step for him. After his first mate's death, he had focused all his attention on raising his infant daughter. Then in time, he had watched over his grandchildren and all those that came after them. In all that time, he had not once become involved with another woman. The loss of his mate had affected him greatly. He hadn't wanted to find another to take her place, and he never had been one for casual sex. But now all that had changed since Billie had come barging into his life. Now, after hundreds of years had passed, he was ready to move on. He only hoped he wasn't making a mistake. If he claimed her as his mate and he ended up losing her as well, he wasn't sure he could survive another loss such as that.