Hello everyone. I so appreciate the comments from the last chapter. I took more time with this one and it is longer. I hope you enjoy it as well. Thank you for voting and please continue to read. This story will be concluding soon.
Sultry
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Joe could hear the shower running and he slowly took off his boots. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on a chair in the corner.
He padded to the bathroom door in his bare feet and opened the barrier between him and the Voodoo woman. She had nothing on her body now to protect her from his senses.
He looked on the counter of the sink and noticed an intricately carved necklace. He picked it up and took a closer look. The words were in a language he had never seen before and it was very heavy. Probably some Voodoo trinket she used to make spells.
He absent mindedly put it in his pocket and turned around as the water stopped running. Leaning in the frame of the door, he waited for the woman to emerge from the shower.
What he saw when Mama Louisa opened the shower door took his breath away. The scent that accosted his nostrils made him weak in the knees.
"Mine!" He claimed approaching the wet woman, He pulled Louisa into his arms. She was nobody's Mama anymore.
"Let go of me, and don't you dare say
Mine
again" Louisa struggled against the hard chest she was pressed into. Joe hadn't released her; in fact he was sniffing her hair and had now moved down to her neck. Suddenly a rough tongue reached out and tasted her earlobe and that is when she completely lost it.
Fighting with all her might she lifted her knee aiming for Joe's groin. He moved swiftly to avoid her and he pressed her firmly against the wall. His mouth came down against the struggling woman's and his tongue gained entrance to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. He could really taste her now and his shock at her true essence brought him up short.
"I smell brown cane sugar, honeysuckle and WOLF!" He growled. Joe looked at the woman in his arms and saw his suspicion answered in her eyes. They were a golden fire glowing with anger. The green of them had completely disappeared.
He could feel her wolf close to the surface and waited for her to shift, but nothing happened. The fire in her eyes slowly ebbed and she collapsed in defeat.
Joe backed away from her, not quite understanding what was happening here. This was the woman Mama Louisa, but the only thing that remained the same about her was her skin color. He was enthralled by the shocking color of her hair. It was the color of copper and it seemed to glow just as her eyes had.
It flowed wildly down her back and he wanted to tangle his fingers within its waves. Her skin was flawless and smooth showing no signs of old age. Her breasts were large but firm and his hands ached to feed their dusky chocolate buds into his mouth.
"Who are you?" Joe demanded pushing back his desire.
Instead of answering him she ran to the sink but what she sought was not there. She turned to Joe looking at him incredulously and hissed in his direction.
"Looking for this?" Joe taunted holding the talisman up by its golden chain. Louisa jumped at him but he was too quick and avoided her easily.
"Tell me who you are, and what you are! I want answers."
"Give me what's mine!" She yelled grabbing for the pendant he baited her with.
"You're a smart woman; I don't have to tell you how this is gonna work. Tell me what I asked for and I will give you what you want." Joe backed out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. He patted the space next to him and waited.
The woman grabbed a robe from a hook on the wall and walked defiantly into the bedroom. She sat in the chair opposite the bed and glared at Joe with blazing eyes and growled menacingly.
When He didn't move and slipped the talisman into his pocket, she stood up with preternatural speed and yanked him up by his collar.
"I can't be without that pendant. It will cause great trouble before the Blood Moon." She shook with rage and he laughed at the mysterious woman fuming in front of him.
"What does the Blood Moon have to do with me? I only care about what you have done to me." Joe didn't move as he looked at her with amusement in his deep brown eyes. He knew she was pissed and he couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
Louisa dropped her hands from his collar and sat on the bed and sighed with resignation. She knew he was too strong for her to fight alone. She would have to answer him and reluctantly turned to the man by her side.
"I will tell you who I am but you must promise that it is never to leave this room."
Joe held two fingers up to his brow and smiled at her. "Scouts honor." He quipped and waited for her to start talking.
She looked at the man who had her blood running through his veins and began her story.
"I am Louisa Elaine Metairie. I was born in 1712 in Paris France to Jacques and Desiree Metairie. They were a part of a very large pack. They were very happy werewolves when I was born."
Louisa looked at Joe and continued. "But they soon became very protective of me. The birth of a female with burnished fur was heralded as very rare and they feared for my safety."
"I don't understand what your hair color has to do with your safety. It is just hair, very beautiful hair I might add, but still just hair after all." Joe ran his fingers through her copper main and liked the feel of it against his skin.
"Remember the year was 1712. There were many superstitions and even werewolves fell victim to them. My coloring was unusual and therefore feared. My parents thought that another pack might try to kill me and tried to hide me from being discovered. They made a marriage agreement with a neighboring pack that I would be mated to their son at the next full Moon. That plan never worked out and we came to America in 1833."
"Wow it must have been horrible for your family if you had to leave the country."
"Yes the match would have brought our packs together and when it didn't work out we had to leave. I have a lot of family I haven't seen in centuries."
"I understand how it feels to be away from your family, but please continue."
"My parents were convinced that the color of my hair was a curse and wanted to hide me from the world. When we came to America an enchantress gave them that talisman to change my appearance. It has been a great asset to me and is one of the reasons I was hired by the ASI. I can change my appearance as long as I wear it."