The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 Part 5

"Take me as your mate the way a real wolf would," she demanded, a newfound sense of wonder filling her with confidence.

Caleb's eyes glowed with burning arousal, and he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her off the table and onto the floor, where he gently placed her down on her hands and knees. Alice arched her back and turned her head over her shoulder, and as she looked at him, he crouched down and kissed her with a voracious hunger that she knew she would never tire of.

After he broke the kiss, Caleb ran his hands up and down her soft curves and then grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he aimed himself against her slit. Alice bit her lip in antic.i.p.ation, and suddenly he was plunging back inside her again, seemingly filling her up even more in this new position.

As he held her steady and drove himself in and out of her, Caleb punctuated each movement with a soft growl, and Alice turned her head over her shoulder again. Her mind was nearly lost in a fog of delirious joy as she saw the look of hungry concentration on his face, and she turned her head back to the front, closing her eyes and enjoying the incredible sensations as he sped up, slamming into her with wild abandon now.

He reached around and between her legs and pressed a finger against her c.l.i.toris, and as he rubbed in small, slow circles, another o.r.g.a.s.m exploded out of Alice. Panting and sweating, she nearly collapsed forward onto the floor, but he held her steady, his hands tightly gripping her hips as he thrust in and out.

She was completely lost in a sea of pleasure, and had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed before she felt Caleb's legs twitch slightly behind her. Letting out a loud groan, he thrust deeply into her one more time before coating her insides with his warm seed, and Alice finally collapsed forward onto her stomach.

Caleb lay down on the floor next to her, and then slid an arm over her, rolling her onto her side to face him. His eyes were blue again, and his hair wet with sweat.

"That was incredible," she murmured. "I had no idea how good it would be."

"I'm glad you thought so," he said, giving her another wolfish grin. "As my mate, I can a.s.sure you that we'll be doing a lot more of that."

Alice felt like melting right into the floor as she snuggled into her werewolf mate's arms. She couldn't believe how many years she had waited to experience the touch of a man, but she was glad that her first time had been with Caleb. Werewolf or not, he was the most amazing man that she had ever met, and now she was bound to him. She would never have to worry about being cruelly humiliated as she had been in the past; as his mate, she would be with him forever.

My Doctor Is A Werewolf.

Sarah Bilson closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with two fingers as she reclined in her office chair. She had been getting headaches every day for a week now, and they seemed to be getting worse each time they started. Her co-worker Ali had suggested that she take some time off to go to a doctor, but she just hadn't been able to make time.

There were at least fifteen separate reports that needed to be a.n.a.lyzed and edited, and at eighty pages each, they would never be done in time if she left the office for even half an hour while she was at work. Her boss frowned upon his employees taking work home with them, so it seemed that her only real option was to ignore the headaches and hope they went away. Alternatively, she could hope for a Sat.u.r.day appointment opening at her GP's office, but that was unlikely to happen.

Right now, her brain felt as if it was being split in two by an ax, and as she sighed and ma.s.saged her head, she opened her eyes to see Ali standing by her cubicle.

"Are you still getting those headaches? Really, Sarah, you need to get it checked out. My Mom knew someone who had a really bad headache one day, and the next day they died of a brain aneurysm," she said, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Wow, way to make me feel better, Ali!" Sarah replied. "I would go to a doctor, but I just don't have time at the moment, with these reports coming in from Wentworth, along with the merger and all."

"Your health is more important than work. Why don't you go to an after-hours medical clinic? There's one near my house, right next to Wilson Park up on Nicholson Road. That's probably the closest one."

"Oh... I didn't even think of that. Thanks, Ali."

After Ali had left, Sarah looked up the after-hours clinic online to see exactly where they were. Their website said they were open until ten o'clock at night, and that appointments weren't necessary. All a person had to do was walk in, take a number from the receptionist and wait for a doctor to see them. Well, that's convenient, she thought. If she left the office at six-thirty and then had a quick dinner at home, she should be able to make it to the clinic by around seven-thirty or eight at the latest.

A few hours later, it was finally time to finish work, and Sarah shut down her computer, grabbed her bag and then left. It was difficult to drive with such a bad headache. Every few minutes she just wanted to close her eyes and curl up into a ball. When she arrived home, she took a couple of Advil and ate some dinner leftovers from the night before, and then grabbed her bag and looked at the clock. It was only just after seven. Plenty of time to get there and get an appointment.

As she checked the time, her eyes fell on the calendar that hung next to the clock. 17th... 18th...19th... wait, how did I not notice this? she wondered, realizing that her period was late. For a fleeting moment she panicked and thought she was pregnant before remembering that she hadn't had s.e.x in over six months. Her last relations.h.i.+p had ended abruptly when her ex had decided he preferred the skinny blonde receptionist at his office and then cruelly dumped Sarah via text message. So why is my period late? It's always been regular. Maybe I've just gained so much weight that my body is shutting everything down, she thought, pinching her upper arms as she looked down at herself.

No one except her ex had ever said anything insulting about her weight, but she knew that she wasn't the skinniest person alive, especially after the breakup. Since that had happened, she had taken to eating a box of chocolates and a tub of ice-cream every weekend to cheer herself up and distract her from the loneliness, and that had caused her to gain another ten pounds of padding around her hips and thighs. Another ten pounds I didn't need, she thought bitterly.

Every time she got on the scales, she promised herself that she would start dieting and going to the gym, but she had never been one for either of those things. She enjoyed good food too much, so instead, she had decided to give up the chocolates and go for a relaxing walk every evening. She had felt fine until the headaches had started, and now her period was late too. Yet another health problem to add to the list... well, at least I'm going to see a doctor tonight.

Half an hour later, she pulled into the parking lot of the after-hours clinic. Ali had been right; it was situated directly next to an enormous and beautiful expanse of parkland. After admiring the setting sun and the leafy trees that stretched into the distance next door, she entered the clinic and walked up to the reception desk where a harried-looking receptionist greeted her.

"How can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi. I'd like an appointment, please. I'd prefer a female doctor if possible," Sarah replied.

The receptionist asked for her name and insurance number, and then checked her computer.

"All of our female doctors are busy at the moment. There's a free spot with Dr. Robert Lyche, though, so you could either see him or take a seat and wait for one of the others to finish up with their patient."

Sarah considered the receptionist's words for a moment. Normally, she would have decided to wait for a female doctor, but she wanted to see someone as soon as possible about the headaches. Ali had scared her somewhat with the aneurysm story. Besides, the doctor would be able to answer any questions about her period, even if it was a little embarra.s.sing to discuss it with a man.

"Um...I suppose I'll see Dr. Lyche, then," she said, flas.h.i.+ng the receptionist a tight smile as she rubbed her temples again.

"Sure. Take this and wait over there," the receptionist replied, handing her a piece of paper.

Five minutes later, a deep voice boomed into the waiting room.

"Ms. Bilson? Sarah Bilson?"

Sarah's head jerked up at the sound of her name, and her mouth almost dropped open at the sight of the man standing only yards away at the entrance to a hallway that she a.s.sumed led to the doctor's offices. Dr. Lyche was a lot younger than she had expected. He had thick, dark hair and one of the most handsome faces she had seen in a long time, with a strong jawline and chiseled features that would put a film star to shame.

As she looked at him, he flashed her a mega-watt smile, and her cheeks flushed as red as the crimson blouse that she was wearing with her favorite black skirt.

"That's me," she said, finally finding her tongue.

"Great. Please follow me."

Her legs trembled and her hands shook as she followed him down the hallway, and she cursed herself for not having decided to wait for a female doctor. The last thing she needed was to be around an impossibly s.e.xy doctor like Dr. Lyche... fl.u.s.tered, awkward and discussing her ovaries.

"Now, my office is being painted at the moment, so I'm seeing my patients in this room here," he said, turning to her and motioning for her to enter a small examination room at the end of the hallway. "I hope that's alright. Don't worry, there are comfortable chairs. I moved them from my office along with my desk and computer, as you'll see."

He smiled at her again, and Sarah felt as if she might melt right into the floor as his twinkling brown eyes lingered on her.

"That's fine," she replied, her voice almost catching in her throat as she stepped into the room.

"Alright, have a seat over there and I'll just find you on my computer... Bilson... ah, there you are! I see you normally go to Dr. Rossi at the South Street Medical Center?" he asked.

"Yes. Unfortunately, I finish work at six and her office closes at five, and there's no way I could get a Sat.u.r.day appointment. They're booked solid."

"And you couldn't take some time off work?"

"No. It's way too busy."

"I see. Are you always this busy at work?" he asked, his gaze still focused intensely on her.

Sarah felt her face return to its usual color as she answered. Despite her attraction to him, she was starting to feel quite comfortable around the young doctor.

"No. Just lately. I've had a lot to do. Normally I could just take a long lunch break and go to the doctor then, but yeah... it's been really busy for the past few weeks."

"That's no good. So, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Well, it's a couple of things. I've been getting these awful headaches lately, and they seem to get worse and worse each time. And... um... well, it's meant to be that time of the month for me right now, but it's late. I don't know why," she said, casting her eyes to the side as she felt her cheeks reddening all over again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Dr. Lyche's eyes flicker a light golden color for a second as she said 'that time of the month', but as she moved her gaze back to his face again, they appeared to be brown again. Trick of the light?

"I see you take a contraceptive pill. Are you s.e.xually active?" he asked, glancing at the computer screen for a second before training his eyes on her again.

"No. I mean, I've had s.e.x before, but not in several months," she admitted.

"Well, you obviously aren't pregnant, then. A major thing that can mess with the menstrual cycle is stress, and from what you've told me, work is very hectic for you at the moment. Stress could explain the headaches, too," Dr. Lyche said.

"Oh."

"Well, I'd say it's that, but I'll need to check you out, anyway. There's a number of things that could also explain your symptoms, and I'd like to make sure."

With that, he asked her to stand up while he checked her out. As he examined her, she relaxed her shoulders and let her mind drift away to thoughts of the s.e.xy doctor's tight, muscular body pressing up against hers and holding her in his arms. In her mind's eye, she could see his eyes darkening with arousal as he broke away from their first kiss, and then he would tear her clothes off and...

"Ms. Bilson?"

Sarah was startled out of her reverie by Dr. Lyche, and she realized that she had been staring into s.p.a.ce as she fantasized about him.

"Oh. Sorry. What did you say?" she asked.

"I just asked you to give me your left arm for a second," he said, grinning.

As she gave him her arm, she avoided eye contact with him out of embarra.s.sment. G.o.d, it really has been too long since I've been with a man. I can't even go to the doctors without picturing him naked, she thought as a wry smile turned up the corners of her lips.

Humming faintly as he checked her blood pressure, pulse and reflexes, Dr. Lyche then asked her to look straight at him as he shone a small torch around her ears and eyes.

"Okay, now look left for a sec," he said. "Now up."

After he put the torch away, he motioned for her to sit down, and then did the same.

"Well, Sarah, from the brief examination I've done, you seem to be in perfect health. I think it's just stress affecting you, so I'd really like for you to take it easy for a while. Try not to worry about work so much. Is there anything else in your life that might be worrying you?" he asked.

She cast her eyes down to her lap.

"Well... ever since my last boyfriend and I broke up, I guess I've been really lonely. I moved here with him a couple of years ago, and I haven't made many friends aside from work colleagues."

"Mmm... it can certainly be harder to make friends when you're an adult," Dr. Lyche said, nodding his head as he spoke. "Work gets in the way and you aren't always in huge groups of your peers like you are in high school or college."

"I guess so."

"I'm going to write a prescription for you for some painkillers, and you can pick them up at our clinic's pharmacy. It's right near the reception desk. Anyway, like I said, just try to stress less and unwind from work when you get home. Try not to give it a second thought. Maybe take a nice hot bath at the end of every day."

"Okay. Thanks, Dr. Lyche."

"Always happy to help," he said, giving her another bright smile. "If your symptoms keep up, I'd like for you to come back in just to make sure you're alright."

"Sure," Sarah replied, knowing full-well that she would probably make any excuse to see the gorgeous doctor again.

Her headache had actually subsided quite a lot as she spoke to him. She didn't know if it was just his presence or the kind and gentle manner in which he spoke to her, but whatever it was, it seemed to be doing the trick. The pounding sensation in her skull had dulled to a mild ache, and a familiar twinge in her core told her that it had certainly been too long since she was with a man.

Dr. Lyche wrote something on a prescription pad and then handed it to her, and Sarah felt a wave of disappointment surge through her, knowing that this was her cue to leave. She took one last lingering look at his tall, muscular frame and handsome face, said goodbye and then grudgingly turned and headed out of the door and down the hallway.

Once she had reached the main waiting area, she headed over to the pharmacy counter which stood on the other side of the room. A middle-aged man greeted her and peered at her prescription form, and then sighed.

"Dr. Lyche has forgotten to sign this script. I can't actually give the drugs to you unless he has signed it. Let me just ask Rebecca to call him," he said, exiting from behind the counter and heading over to the receptionist. "Rebecca, can you get Dr. Lyche out here? He's forgotten to sign this patient's script."

She looked up.

"Oh. I think you might just catch him. His s.h.i.+ft is over, and Ms. Bilson was his last patient, but he usually stays for a while longer to catch up on paperwork. I'll just go and see if he's still here."

She headed down the hallway, and then returned a moment later.

"Sorry, it looks like he's already left. Do you want to wait for another doctor to finish with a patient and sign it for you?"

Sarah thought about it. Her headache was already gone, and simply knowing that there was nothing actually wrong with her had already alleviated a substantial amount of her stress.

"You know what? Don't worry about it. If I keep getting headaches I'll just come back in," she said.

"Are you sure?" asked the pharmacist.

"Yes. I'll be fine. Thanks for your help," she said, flas.h.i.+ng him a smile before exiting the clinic.

She s.h.i.+vered and rubbed her arms as she walked through the parking lot, and looking up, she noticed that there was a full moon in the night sky. Pausing for a second, she admired it, and then saw someone familiar out of the corner of her eye. It was Dr. Lyche, hurrying across the parking lot.

"Oh... Dr. Lyche!" she called out to him. Despite the fact that she no longer thought she needed the painkillers, getting him to sign the script would be a good excuse to see him again, even if it was only for a few seconds.

He didn't seem to hear her, so she doubled her speed in an effort to catch up with him. He seemed to walk even faster all of a sudden, and her heart began to thump in her chest as she followed him to the edge of the parking lot that bordered on the park. That's weird. There's no cars here, she thought. Where is he going? A moment later, he stepped into the shadows of a tree.

For a second Sarah thought she had lost him, but then she caught a glimpse of his silhouette in the distance as he stepped out from the shadows and into the bright moonlight. She squinted at him and moved slightly closer, and saw that he was standing with his back to her, staring up at the bright full moon.

Sarah still had no idea what the doctor was doing, but something in the back of her mind told her to leave, so she decided to creep back through the parking lot to her car, making sure he didn't realize that she had been watching him. The last thing she needed was for the latest object of her fantasy to think she was some kind of crazed stalker. Just as she was about to turn around, something strange started to happen right before her eyes.

Dr. Lyche let out a deep growl as he looked up at the moon; a growl which soon turned into a howl as his head grew a snout and the rest of his body rippled and sprouted fur. His clothes seemed to have vanished, and seconds later he had vanished too. He had been replaced by an enormous wolf. What the h.e.l.l is happening? Sarah thought, her mouth drying up as she watched the wolf pad around the trees.

Her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly that she was sure the wolf would hear it from where she was standing, and she slowly backed away, trying to comprehend what had just happened. One minute he was there, the next he's a wolf? No. It can't be.

A dried leaf suddenly crunched under her right foot, and she froze for a second, praying that the wolf hadn't heard. It c.o.c.ked its head to the side, sniffed the air and then turned around, its blazing amber eyes staring straight in her direction. Sarah knew immediately that it had spotted her in the bright moonlight, and her fight-or-flight response finally kicked in. As the adrenalin surged through her veins, she turned on her heel and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, not even daring to look back for one more second.

The clinic was still open and lit-up in the distance, and she knew that if she could make it there she would be safe from the monster that she knew was right behind her. She could hear its growls and heavy breath as it pursued her, and she was glad she had at least had a head start.

Just a few more steps... just a few more and I'll be safe, she thought, her panicked brain still trying to put the pieces of what she had just seen together. Finally, the shadows gave way to the light, and she was back at the clinic's entrance. She pushed the door open and ran inside, and the receptionist looked up with her eyebrows raised.