She woke up as he was lifting her out of the limo, a man she had never seen before, presumably his driver, was holding the door open for him.  He was yet another prime example of mountain manhood.  Tall, ripped and scary.

"Studs are us."  She mumbled against Coopers neck, where she seemed to be clinging most embarrassingly.  There was a snort of laughter from the driver and a warning nip landed on her neck.

"Cut it out." She felt the heat rise to her cheeks even through her shivering.  Somewhere along the drive she had both warmed up and lost that razor edge of fear that had been her constant companion of late.  She heard the crash of a door opening before she could gird her loins as it were and demand to be put down.

"Is she alright?  Has she been hurt?!"  Georgie recognized Patrice's frantic voice over the general hubbub that had erupted around them.  It seemed like the whole town was here.  Wherever here was.  She did not recognize the rambling luxury cabin they had arrived at and had the uncomfortable feeling that this was the big house she had heard mention of.  Her new home.

"Put me down."  She had to say it twice, the second time practically in his ear before she got a response.  Not, however the one she wanted.  He looked at her then ignored her, electing instead to address the masses that seemed to be most of the town in a hard, carrying voice.

"Georgiana is cold and tired but has suffered no serious injuries.  She managed to evade our wolves and escaped into the river.  She made it to Solitude before I found her.  And that was after she managed to calm our feral wolf."  There were a few gasps and mumbles.  Quite a few of the men looked at her and then nodded to the First as if with approval.  Justin winked at her.  The only one who wasn't suddenly looking pleased was Stacia, who Georgie caught sight of among a few other younger towns folk toward the back. 

Cooper pulled her closer.  "Tonight, she will rest.  Tomorrow you will have the chance to give her your felicitations.  After."  The cheers from the crowd were deafening and only added to Georgie’s misgivings.  Clearly, she was the only one that didn't know what the hell was going on.  They were on the stairs before she could form the courage to ask.

"After what exactly?"  Since she had a pretty good idea from the heated look he gave her she was almost glad when he ignored the question and left her with a hovering Patrice and a hot bath.

***

When she woke up yet again trapped in the weird dream that was her life, she pulled the down comforter over her head and screamed into the fluff.  "You have to be kidding me!"  She had meant to stay awake, clearly that had been futile.  She would like to blame it on the food Patrice had brought her, but she did not think the wild mushroom soup and fresh baked bread had truly been drugged.  Between her exhaustion and the wonder that was Cooper Hayes whirl pool tub and then the beckoning call of the big luxurious bed she had no chance.  The hypnotic fire burning in the man-sized fire place had been the final nail in her coffin.  She had barely even protested when Patrice had finally left, telling her to sleep, and tucking the pillowing down comforter around her like she was a child.

Georgie imagined it was how a mother would tuck in a beloved child, but as she had never had that it was just a guess on her part.  She had fallen asleep soon after unable to keep her eyes open.  Just too exhausted to worry about what the next day would bring.

Now here she was in Cooper Hayes' house and she could no longer put off thoughts of what was to come.  She knew the room she had been placed in was a guest room just from the simple decor and feel of the place, as if it had never been used before.  Even so it was almost equal in size to her tiny apartment in the city and the bathroom was the height of luxury in a modern cabin sort of way.

With worries and doubts running through her mind she squeaked in shock when she felt the warm weight pounce on her feet and she jackknifed up only to see a wolf cub with his butt wagging in the air while he crouched in challenge.

"Oh really?"  She said narrowing her eyes and trying not to laugh at the wicked expression on his little furry face.  "You think you can take me little man?"

He growled a baby growl that had her lip twitching.  When a second ball of fur took him down in a roll across her feet before he could jump, she laughed outright.  Her laughter turned into an undignified squeal when a large black wolf filled the bedroom doorway and barked.  The little ones tumbled off the bed they moved so fast and then they were shooting past the wolf and out the door. 

Georgie, clutching the comforter like a life line wished she could do the same.  Instead she sat frozen while the biggest wolf she had yet seen invaded her room and came over to the bed.  She had seen the wolves around many times when she was tracking the property or playing with the pups, but this was the first time one had ever been in a house, or this close.  The size of him made even the spacious room feel small.

"Nice doggy."  Which only made him growl at her.  "Pretty wolf?"

He jumped up on the bed and had her pinned by the covers before she could roll off.  Before she could scream he was right in her face and she saw his eyes.  Eyes she had seen just the day before and she whispered the name without thinking.  "Cooper?"

At that point she probably would have laughed it off as imagination, but the wolf nodded and licked her neck.  She could feel the blood draining from her head. 

"Oh, Shit."  If that was not eloquent enough she heard more words tumble out of her mouth.  "Fuck, shit, fuck."  There really was nothing else she could say at that point.

Then the wolf chuffed at her, jumped off the bed and shifted into a man.  A naked man with a cock that was as big and beautiful as the rest of him and seeming to grow bigger and harder right before her eyes.  Her reaction caught them both by surprise.  No longer wedged secure by the covers she managed to raise her knees and kick out with her feet, catching Cooper by surprise so that the momentum pushed him right off the side of the bed he had been about to climb.  She was up and running while he cursed a blue streak and untangled himself from the blankets that had followed him down.

Unfortunately for her that did not keep him down for long.  She had a moment of shock when she realized her uncoordinated attack had worked.  Then she moved her ass, determined not to wait around to see just how mad he was after she had knocked him on his ass. 

He came at her like a freight train following her sudden flight for the door and sanity.  He slammed the door with one hand while the other wrapped around her waist and hauled her up into the air and pressed her back side against his fully erect and hard body.  She kicked her legs out and tried to catch the door as leverage to send him flying backward but he would not be caught off guard twice.  He held her firmly and barely budged with her movements. 

The heat that he produced saturated her through the thin flannel pajamas that had seemed so much more substantial a moment ago.

Curses continued to fall, this time from her mouth as he carried her back to the bed and threw her down on it.  She sunk into the soft cloud of down and by the time she struggled back upright he followed her down, trapping her beneath all that hard, male heat that somehow managed to control her movements without crushing her.  Her breasts were pressed into his chest and his hard cock was wedged firmly between her thinly covered thighs.  He had her hands caught in his and pressed down beside her head before she could go for his eyes.  Then he started to speak, and she stilled, trying to take in what he was saying and fit it into the situation and what she thought she knew of her world.

"I'm the First, the alpha of a wolf shifter pack.  Every single person you have met since coming here has been one of my wolves."  His matter of fact tone battled with the heat in his eyes and the branding of his body all along hers.  It gave her pause, that tone and the craziness he was spewing, a craziness she had just seen the proof of.  She stopped struggling, realizing he was finally giving her answers, and seeing what she had seen she was not sure she could continue to dismiss him as crazy.  That did not make what he was saying easy to hear or believe.

Georgie swallowed hard and tried to think around the emotions crashing over her, and her bodies reaction to the scent and feel of Cooper pressing into every inch of her.  "You're all werewolves?"

"No." She blinked at his hard answer.  "Werewolves are movie monsters controlled by the moon.  We are shape shifters.  We have two forms, wolf and man.  We do not turn people with a bite or eat anything but what a wolf would normally hunt in the wilds."

Georgie closed her eyes and shook her head at the conversation they were having.  First things first.  "Is there a reason we have to have this conversation with you naked on top of me?"

"A reason we have to?" he asked, and she had to open her eyes to see if the satisfaction in his tone played in his eyes.  Yep.  He was definitely enjoying this.  She was back to wanting to bite him, and not in the sexy way he was clearly thinking.  "Not particularly."

"Then, do you want to get off me?" she asked belligerence coating the words.

"Not particularly."

She narrowed her eyes at him.  "Let me up."

"No," he said and then went on right over her growl.  "You wanted to know why I took you and brought you here?"

"Yes," she hissed, bristling with frustration.

"I took you because wolves do not live outside a pack, even when they are half-blood latent’s who have no idea what they are."

Georgie had no idea what she had been expecting.  Her mind had gone through a multitude of wild and insane ideas but that was one even she had not hit on.  She started to laugh.  "You think I'm half shapeshifter?  I think it's clear looking at my ass that I'm not remotely like the rest of you,"

He blinked down at her and she had the satisfaction of seeing confusion in his eyes.  About time it was not all one sided.  But what he said next turned those tables right back around.  "You think there's something wrong with your ass?"

"Um," she started, feeling the color hit her cheeks.  She cleared her throat when he continued to look down at her expectantly.  His face was as impassive as ever but there was something in those heated green eyes that had her own eyes narrowing.  "Are you laughing at me?"

"Only a little," he assured her.  "I have no fucking clue what you think is wrong with your ass, or what that has to do with you being part wolf shifter, but you're a woman, and I have learned a woman's thoughts rarely follow a logical course."

She decided ignoring any reference to her ass was the way to go and instead gritted out tightly.  "I would know if I was part wolf shifter."

He arched a brow at her and she felt her jaw clench even further at his arrogance even before he spoke.  "Really?  How?"

Georgie opened her mouth to blast him and then had no idea what to say so instead she tried bucking him off her.  "I am not having this conversation with you naked on top of me."  He didn't budge, rather he shifted his hips a bit to settle himself even closer to the pulsing core of her, and like most times when she was in his company, it was definitely pulsing. 

"That is the first thing you have said that I agree with.  I can think of any number of other things we could be doing in this position besides talking." 

She might be doing her best to ignore him, but her body was more than aware and if she was not holding herself so carefully she would be melting all over the arrogant ass.  Worse, she was sure he knew how much it was costing her to show no reaction.  But she was more than whatever chemical cocktail he sent thundering through her body whenever they met, and he needed to understand that.  Right now.

She met his eyes and allowed the truth she was speaking to be reflected there, along with stubborn resolve.  "I don't know or trust you.  Forcing me into doing what you want me to do all the time is not going to change that."

He was quite for a long moment his eyes on Georgie as he studied her carefully and she had the strange feeling he was really seeing her for the first time.  "There are things you don't understand."

"Then explain them to me.  I'm not a child.  Because the only thing I have seen from you is a bully."  She pressed her lips together thinking of the few moments of care he had shown her the night before, while forcing her back to his will, mustn't forget that last part, but she was still compelled to be honest.   "And a few brief moments of tenderness," she finally admitted.  Then hastened to add when his eyes softened.  "Very brief."  She really needed to curb that need of hers to tell the truth and be fair.  It was not going to help her in these circumstances.

Again, he studied her, his probing green eyes making her feel as if he was stripping her bare and seeing more than she wanted to show.  Finally, he stood up and off her, pulling her up with him so that they both stood.  It was a marginal improvement as he was no longer pressed hard and hot along her entire length.  She had to look way up to meet his intense stare. 

"Very well," he finally said reading her relief and no doubt how much she was working not to look anywhere else but his eyes and chest.  His chest was enough of a distraction from logical thoughts.  "I will get dressed and meet you downstairs in the library.  I will answer any questions you have until you are satisfied that bringing you here as I did was the best thing for you."

He turned to walk away and she closed her eyes against the need to stare at his perfect hard ass.  She still called out her question though, even as she kept her eyes carefully closed against the temptation that was Cooper Hayes.  "And if you tell me everything and I don't agree that staying here is best for me?"

Her eyes popped open on a shocked gasp, when he whispered his answer right against her ear.  "Then I will have to convince you."  Then he nipped her ear before turning and once again leaving the room.

This time she kept her eyes open and on him, he moved too fast and quiet to trust anything but her eyes on him.  But lord, did the man have to be so beautiful everywhere?  As soon as the door finally closed behind him Georgie sagged in relief taking stock of her own reactions.  The little nip on her ear felt heated, like a fresh brand.  Her breasts were erect and aching, her core felt empty and wet with moisture, enough that it was dripping down her thighs wetting her pajama bottoms, something he would not have missed, and every inch of her skin felt bereft and needy now that her kidnapper had left the room. 

She almost hoped she did have some latent wolf genes inside her, because at least then she might have a supernatural explanation for why she reacted the way she did to him and had from the first.  But if she did, what exactly would that tell her about her past?  And what did it mean for her future?