Page 30 of Sexual Appetites of Werewolves

She shook her head. “There is so much for me to learn about werewolves.”

He stood and nuzzled her neck. “I can teach you much.”

“You already have. I now know that a werewolf’s sexual appetite can be—” She smiled. “Ravenous.”

He scooped her up in his arms and laughing asked, “What’s your excuse?”

“I haveseveral virtual business meetings today, so you are on your own for quite a while,” Tiernan said after finishing breakfast the next morning.

“If there is anything that requires attention with the preserve, I would be only too glad to help,” Olivia offered, eager to learn more about the workings of the preserve.

“I would love to have you work with me, but until you hold a position here, I cannot open the inner workings of the preserve to you. I would leave my pack far too vulnerable.”

“I would never betray your secret,” Olivia said, just the thought of doing so upsetting her.

Tiernan reached across the table to rest his hand over hers. “I trust you, Olivia, or I never would have revealed so much to you.”

“You haven’t revealed everything,” she reminded, threading her fingers with his. “There is still that mystery to figure out.”

“I have faith in you. You’ll figure it out. Besides, you have time to do so. It started snowing again. So, you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

She released his hand to drop back against her chair. “I have a job. Responsibilities back home. Even if I accepted your offer, I would need to give at least two weeks’ notice and then there is my apartment, packing, moving a distance, my parents and two brothers?—”

“All who extensively travel,” he said, smiling. “I did my homework on you as no doubt you did on me.” He continued when she confirmed it with a smile. “Your mom and dad are well-known and well-respected wildlife photographers, journalists, and book authors who travel extensively. Your one brother is a journalist working in Europe and living with a longtime girlfriend, and your other brother is a speech writer for major political figures and married to a lawyer. You are the youngest sibling by ten and twelve years, and you were raised predominately by your grandmother and grandfather.”

Olivia nodded, smiling happily. “My grandma and grandpa were the best. My grandpa passed in my last year of high school and my grandma shortly after him. I knew she wouldn’t live long after him. They loved each other too much to be separated. I believe she held on until I finished high school so I wouldn’t be alone. I still miss them both. While I traveled some with my parents when I got older, I much preferred being home with my grandparents. They taught me so much, including how to cook and how to tend to the animals on their small farm.”

“I am grateful she taught you how to cook,” he said with a chuckle as he glanced down at his empty plate.

“She would be pleased to hear that. My brothers are pleased as well since when I visit them and their partners, they beg me tocook. I jokingly said that their future children would have to rely on their aunt to teach them the art of cooking. They told me I didn’t have to worry about that. They had no intention of having children. Their lives are fulfilled enough with their work.”

“Do you feel that way?”

“No,” Olivia said, shaking her head. “There were several times my parents and brothers didn’t make it home for Christmas, and I rarely saw them on my birthday. It made me want to have children, have a family, do family things together. How about you? You must have fathered many children through the years?”

“I did, but that was far in the past. I’ve been too busy with the preserve and making sure it prospers, survives, and thrives in different ways in the future. I will mate again soon, and I hope to have many children. Children who will take over the running of the preserve and the care of the pack.” He glanced at a clock on the wall. “I need to go.”

She wrinkled her brow. “How can you have a virtual meeting if there is no Internet?”

He smiled as he stood. “You are observant. I have a satellite link in the preserve’s office, so we are never completely isolated since emergencies do happen. If you feel the need to use it for anything just let me know. There is also a phone in the small den not far from the intimate dining room you dined alone in on your first day here. It connects to my office in the preserve if you should need me.” He walked around the table to her, took hold of her chin, and kissed her soundly. “Until later,mo ghràdh.”

She was not surprised when he grabbed both their dishes and deposited them in the sink. He might be the alpha of the pack, but he was a considerate one. She finished in the kitchen and was about to head to the library when for some reason she recalled the tapestry in the armory that she never got to see lastnight. She was not sure if she could find her way there again, but she wanted to see the tapestry bad enough to give it a try.

It wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be to find her way there and she was even more impressed and intrigued when she entered the armory once again, except for the chill in the room. She was glad she wore her bulky sweater over her knit top and extra warm leggings, as well as her thick slipper socks over her regular socks. She was shielded against the chill, though not against the shock that had her gasping when she stood in front of the tapestry.

It depicted a battle scene. Victorious warriors stood over fallen ones and in the middle stood a younger Tiernan, his dark hair long with braids on each side of his head, holding a sword. At the top of the tapestry was a forest scene, and spotted among the trees were wolves, looking as victorious as the warriors. Were they all werewolves sharing in the victory?

Olivia took a step back, realizing how old Tiernan was and the battles he must have fought to protect his kind. She wasn’t his kind though, she was human. What would that mean for them?

The question haunted her as she made her way to the library with only a couple of wrong turns. She added more logs to the fire that burned in the fireplace, then sat on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her.

How could she have any kind of normal life working here on the preserve, especially after being intimate with Tiernan? He told her he would never have sex with an employee, so once she accepted the position that would end. He said he would mate again, meaning he would take a partner, and he said himself that he wanted many children. Considering all that, what would life be like for her here alone with werewolves? And yet, she had feelings for Tiernan, strong feelings, so much so that the thought of leaving him upset her which, of course, reminded her of whatshe had thought, now possibly feared, that she had fallen in love with him.

She needed to be sensible about it. Life would be too difficult, and she would be far too isolated to accept a job here, even though it appealed to her. She only saw her parents or brothers if she traveled to see them. They never traveled to see her, and they only called occasionally, all of them far too busy with their lives or at least that was their excuse. It was like she didn’t even have a family, at least not since losing her grandparents. She had no close friends, though she did stay in touch with some coworkers after leaving jobs, something many in the field did, to keep connections and for networking. So, what would she be returning to when here she could study a different wolf species that has been around for who knew how long?

She couldn’t publish her findings, at least not about werewolves, but with Tiernan having published articles and books on wolves, she doubted he would mind if she published articles that would help the preserve flourish. So, the job here would be a good step for her to take in her career, not so relationship-wise. So, what then did she do?

With no clear answer, she decided to lose herself in her assignment. She did not stop for lunch, though she did stop to make a pot of tea for herself and sneak a cookie or two.

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