Cowboy Bikers MC: Werewolves
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“I like the sound of expanding our love in every way possible,” I murmur.
He nuzzles my neck and a shiver of pleasure runs through me. Feeling bold, I slowly sink to my knees and tip my head back to lock eyes and relish in the way he stares down at me with wide open lust and adoration.
Snapping the button on his jeans, I drag the zipper down, allowing his long, hard dick to bob right in front of my face. Wrapping my fingers around his thick girth, I give him a hard squeeze and simultaneously tease the slit with my tongue. His hand sinks into my hair while a guttural moan ripples through the air.
I take him between my lips, swirling my tongue underneath the sensitive part of his dick while hollowing my cheeks. I know he won’t last long when I pleasure him this way. His breathing picks up but suddenly I’m pulled back and up, his mouth crashing against mine in a scorching kiss.
He rips his lips away from mine and grunts, “Nice try, love. But you mentioned liking the way we’re about to expand our love, and that involves making sure something explodes in your womb for a chance to let our child grow inside your belly. Fuck. The very thought almost makes me come.”
I place my hand on his chest and push my body away from his. Blue depths swirl with open lust as I take another step back. He’s a predator. He knows what I’m about to do and yet he lets it happen, loving and craving the chase as much as me.
Spinning around, I launch myself forward and instantly shift, landing on my paws and pushing my body into action. The wind yet again ripping past me as my body heats with the pleasure of running free.
I don’t have to look back to know Figor is following close. I feel him. In my bones, every pulse of my blood and rooted in my heart. We’re united and it doesn’t matter who leads or who follows because life is all about giving and taking; a fine balance to compensate where needed.
I take a sharp turn and jump up to rotate midair, landing on all fours while my nails dig into the dirt to halt my movements. Figor isn’t expecting the move and crashes right into me, both tumbling over the ground. With Figor still carrying enough speed he tumbles on alone while I have enough space between us to shift.
I have to bend over from laughing when I see Figor tumble one more time before he shifts. He’s not laughing, though. He’s furious. I take a step back while he strides right at me. I yelp and turn on my heels to break into a run.
“Oh fucking no you don’t,” he grunts and wraps his strong arms around me from the back, pressing me against the hard ridges of his body.
A moan escapes me when I feel his hard length locked between us. He spins me around in his arms, capturing my lips in a lazy and sensual kiss as he drags me down to the ground. My ass is on the fresh grass but the man straddling me has my full attention.
Lacing his fingers with mine he places our joined hands on each side of my head while he nestles himself between my legs. The thick mushroom head of his dick flawlessly lining up with my pussy as he starts to push inside me.
We both moan when his thrusts become erratic. I push my hips up to meet every thrust. Our eyes are locked on each other, blue against blue. Love as hot as our breaths as it fills the air around us.
His head falls to the crook of my neck. The feel of his tongue slides over my skin at the spot where he claimed me weeks ago. I’m so close. His teeth sink in and I can feel his dick thicken inside me before jets of warmth hit my womb. Bliss captures the both of us simultaneously and all that’s left is surrendering to the pleasure our bodies are bathing in.
The gentle pulls on my neck fade until they are replaced by soft kisses. He pushes himself up and our gaze yet again collides. There are so many words to say, so much meaning, and yet a mere look allows enough understanding to know we’re thinking the same thing.
Love. Future. Together as one. And who knows, tonight could be the start of expanding our love in our near future. Though whatever comes our way–expanding whichever our lives are graced with–we’ll be sure to go slow and fast forward at the same time.
Slow and fast; relishing in tender moments while skipping over difficulties before handling them together. The complexity of my family and the background along with it has taught me that anything in life is possible.
My parents have supported me when I wanted a partial human life. It’s the exact same thing with Figor who chose his own path for his pack. A rancher, a cowboy who turns into a werewolf and loves to run, ride horses as well as a bike. It doesn’t matter how you decorate life it’s ours to throw paint on the walls, be brave and pick bright colors to brighten our life at times of darkness.
The glowing blue in my mate’s eyes is a beacon for my love. A will to always carry on; together.
EPILOGUE
Twenty years later
– FIGOR –
“But you don’t understand,” Opal snaps and releases a deep sigh as she starts to pace the room again.
“Oh, I understand all right. And you know what? You remind me of your father when he saw us together for the first time all those years ago.”
She stops midstride and huffs, “I am not my father.”
I try to hold back my laughter because this is serious shit, but when you see it in black and white it’s about a parent looking out for their kid. And I love her even more for it since it involves our nineteen-year-old daughter who found her mate.
The first of our kids and I do think it’s the hardest to be confronted with the fact she’s not our little girl any longer. Maybe it would have been different if our firstborn was a son, but it’s not. And we have four children, three sons and our oldest daughter, Mabel, who we’re now discussing.
“Are you not trying to judge our daughter’s mate?” I raise my eyebrow in challenge.
She steps closer and jabs a finger against my chest to punctuate each word when she says, “He. Is. A. Human. It’s impossible. She’s immortal and it will lead to a disaster. I’m trying to protect her, and the human for that matter.”
I simply shrug. “Our daughter has half my genes, she’s been shifting since she was a kid and will possibly turn him during their mating. We will talk them through everything and be there for guidance during the process to make sure his transition goes fluently.”
“That’s my point,” she screeches. “So many things can go wrong.”
“And it was your father who judged about werewolves and how many times that goes wrong. Expecting the worst isn’t exactly living a positive life. And hey, the kid has two dads and one mother, living life at a certain standard isn’t how he’s been brought up in the first place. And I’ve known these people a large chunk of our lives. Hell, you’ve known them for almost twenty years too, they’re good people. Again, with the right guidance everything will work out fine.”
Her shoulders sag. “We never should have taken our kids to their yearly barbeque. Even when they were kids they clung together. I knew it then, and I know it now. But…dammit, I wish I could look into the future, then I would know if it’s all going to be worth it.”
I cup the back of her neck and drag her close. “You can’t. And even if you could there are always life changing decisions which take a spin on your future. Leave them be. We’re right here if they need us and we raised her right.”
“He’s a good kid.” A deep sigh rips from her throat. “And so are Joaquin and Alfie, those two dads also made sure, along with their wife, to raise that boy right.”
“Uh huh. Not to mention, they are letting their boy go to start his life in another state, to chase the woman he loves.”
Her eyes narrow. “They know we will watch over him.”
“So, we’re all good now with Luke coming to work at our ranch and eventually mating with Mabel?” I question.
She leans her forehead against my chest. “Yeah. She told me she wants to take it slow and I do hope she goes slower than we did, but I guess it’s her life.”
“It’s her life, it’s our life, and it’s all going to work out fine.”
“Yes. And w
orst case scenario…my dad will have some fun in chasing down another werewolf gone rogue…our son-in-law,” she grumbles.
My head tips back and laughter rips from my chest. Opal giggles and smacks my chest. “It’s not supposed to be funny.”
“Oh, come on. It really is,” I chuckle and add. “Besides, I’ve learned your father and uncles use it more as an excuse to team up and have a few beers together while their wives think they’re out hunting.”
“Yeah, they really don’t think that…they know they use it as an excuse and have a fun girls’ night in return.” Opal snickers.
I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Everyone has their own reasons to do shit. But you got to give a little to get a little. Knowing love will hold strong and family is always out there to have your back no matter what, it allows you to take a leap and see what happens.”
“A leap of faith, really?” Her arms surround my waist as she pulls me close.
“Really,” I simply say. “Come on, let’s make our final rounds.”
It’s unnecessary, but we love to take a stroll late in the evening. Enjoying the night and the sounds of nature as we walk around the ranch. Watching the Longhorns graze in the pasture, the new Quarter horses in another pasture while we enjoy each other’s company.
Lacing our fingers, we head out into the night and leave all our worries behind for tomorrow. There’s always another day to glance at things with a fresh look. And besides, taking a leap of faith is something you can do at any age or time. It’s not something to regret but to embrace, even if it leads to a great screw-up.
Opal’s family is the result of many bad choices of people making bad decisions. And yet ultimately it led to love and saving others in return and eventually…to my woman’s existence. Heavy burdens sometimes seem less heavy when you look at them from a different angle or accept help to carry the weight together.
I gently squeeze Opal’s hand and I get a stunning smile in return. I feel utterly blessed in this moment. Even after a few decades our love has grown stronger and I’m sure it will never fail to grow. It’s a good thing we’re immortal so we can enjoy many decades to come.
My steps falter and I cup the side of her face to keep it in place and brush my lips against hers as I murmur, “I love you.”
“Fancy words will get you laid,” she whispers.
A chuckle tumbles from my lips.
She steps away from me and slowly walks backwards as she strips the clothes from her body. The words “I love you,” flow through the air at the same time she shifts into her magical guardian wolf shape.
I don’t mind my clothes as they evaporate into thin air when I shift and pick up my speed to follow my woman. Running wild and free, filled with love on the grounds where we settled down and where now our children will place their roots and will eventually take over. Starting with love and grow from here on out.
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