by Kym Grosso
“Mon amour, your pussy is so fucking beautiful. So smooth. Now relax, let me taste you,” he ordered right before he delved into her aching sex. With a broad sweep of his flat tongue, he brushed over her clit, and she cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh my God.” She reached to grab onto the sheets, balling them up in her fists. As his satiny tongue rubbed her sensitive bud, she nearly flew off the bed. She began panting wildly as he relentlessly laved her.
He darted his tongue through her folds, relishing her honeyed cream. Adding another thick finger, he pumped into her while increasing the pressure on her swollen nub. Over and over he flicked, storming her senses.
Kalli thrashed her head back and forth as her orgasm danced within reach. Panting gave way to incoherent screaming as she begged for release. “Tristan, please, I can’t…I need…yes.”
Her pleading was music to his ears. As her walls began to quiver, he sucked on her clitoris, pressing his tongue against it at the same time.
A slamming release shook Kalli to her very core. “Tristan!” she mouthed, over and over, feeling as if she’d left her body. Thrusting her hips up into his mouth, she sought to milk the shuddering climax which ripped from her head to her toes. By the time he’d released her, she was breathing so hard it was as if she’d run a marathon. Her face flamed as she descended back into reality, cognizant of how she’d lost it.
Giving her no time to think, Tristan roughly flipped her over on her stomach. He adjusted her positioning so that her arms and head comfortably rested on the pillow. Pulling her hips upward, he spread her legs so he fit nicely at her entrance.
Frustrated at the emptiness, she mewled in protest.
“Easy, baby,” he cajoled. “I could feast on you all day, but it’s time for your toy.”
Kalli nodded into the pillow in agreement, eager for him to enter her. She was on fire with need. His finger ran through her slippery folds yet again, and she released a gasp in relief. As Kalli wriggled toward him, seeking his touch, she felt a cool liquid run down her bottom.
“Relax now, Kalli. Push back,” he instructed as he slowly pressed the small plug into her back hole.
“Ahhh…Tristan. It’s…it’s…I can’t,” she hissed, while pushing backward.
“You’re doing it chérie. That’s it. Almost there.”
The small burn she’d felt, was quickly replaced with a fullness she’d never experienced. Foreign yet erotic, she loved the feel of it inside her. She moved back to him, enjoying the strange stimulation that roused her hunger for him.
“It’s all the way in, baby. Just get used to it for a minute.” He pushed the rubber stub in further, twisting it back and forth. The way she was writhing on it, he reckoned she’d come if he kept at it. “There you go. Just feel. Breathe.”
“Yes, Tristan. I need you in me now.”
His erect manhood throbbed in excitement. Sliding a hand under her belly and holding the plug in place, he edged the head of his erection at her most tender flesh. Inch by glorious inch, he eased himself into her until he was fully seated.
Kalli sucked a breath as he entered her. There were no words to describe the incredibly overwhelming sensation of being entirely filled. As he began to move, she found herself pushing back onto him in cadence. Quickening gasps accompanied by ripples of pleasure flowed deep within her womb, taking her to the edge. As he played with the plug, pulling it out and then pressing it back in, at the same time he thrusted.
She shuddered, no longer able to hold back the tidal wave threatening to crash over her. “Tristan! Fuck me! Harder! Yes! I’m coming. Please,” she yelled into the pillow, convulsing into orgasm.
As her tight core fisted his cock, sweat broke across his brow. The feel of the plug through the thin barrier, stroked his manhood, as she pulsed around him. As she began to scream, he sank himself into her again and again, harder and harder. The sound of his flesh meeting hers echoed in the room. Breathing hard, his body seized in the frenzy of the simultaneous explosion. With an unfettered cry of fulfillment, he reached up under her belly with both hands until her back was pressed to his chest. With a final thrust, he roared. Canines extended, he bit down hard onto her shoulder, forever marking her as his.
Kalli reared up to accept his bite, still lost in the crescendo of her climax. As his teeth met her golden skin, she cried out in delight as the power of her Alpha entered her body. As much as she was his in that moment, he was hers in return.
Chapter Twenty
The ride up to the mountains took a little over two hours. Tristan had explained that the burial wouldn’t take place until dusk. This time of year the sun set around seven thirty, so they’d have plenty of time to get settled in before the ritual began. Logan had already left for the mountains, as had most of the city wolves. After finishing several business calls, Tristan and Kalli set off around noon in a large SUV that towed a small Harley trailer. The warm September weather was a great time to ride, and Tristan was looking forward to taking Kalli out on his bike.
Since it was early in the month, some of the leaves were beginning to change color, preparing the trees for their winter slumber. By late September, the foliage would be at its peak. From Mountain Maples to Sweetgums, the leaves frolicked in the warm autumn wind. The scenic drive helped to soothe Kalli’s racing thoughts. She absentmindedly fingered the spot where Tristan had marked her. While the skin was not broken or scarred, the sweet tingle of his bite remained. Growing up, she’d been told that each pack had its own distinctive markings. Once claimed, the mark would either grow more prominent as the couple forged their way toward mating or conversely, it would fade if the pair separated.
When she’d looked at her shoulder in the mirror that morning, it looked like a tiny rose-colored tattoo in the shape of an infinity symbol, as if two loops were intertwined. She supposed it suited her, reminding her of how she and Tristan fit perfectly together. As soon as he’d bitten her skin, her wolf had awakened. She struggled helplessly to emerge, begging to claim him in return. But since she hadn’t turned in so long, it was impossible. She needed to shift again in order to mark him.
She wondered nervously what it would be like to shift into her wolf with Tristan at her side. In the past, it had been an exceedingly lonely experience. But the more time she spent with Tristan, the more she wanted to share everything with him: her body, her mind and her wolf.
“Hey, we’re here,” Tristan commented, jarring her from her contemplations.
Large pine trees towered over and around an imposing grid-ironed fence, which looked like it could easily impale someone if they tried to climb over it. Tristan pulled the car up to a security panel. Punching in a code, the doors opened, allowing them access to the unmarked compound.
“See there.” He pointed to a large A-framed building. “That’s the clubhouse. Tennis courts and the pool are behind it. There’s a small general store in there that we run. Carries sundries, a small selection of groceries…stuff like that. We kind of run the place like a resort, but some of the people stay year round.”
They continued down and around a curvy road, which led into what could best be described as a development of cabins interspersed between the enormous trees.
“These, here, are mostly owned by families. We’ve got a condo building too, where a lot of the single wolves stay. My place is up here near the top of the mountain. Logan usually stays with me most of the time, even though he’s got a condo. It’s got plenty of rooms, and I like the company,” he explained.
As they passed a flat clearing, Kalli was surprised to see several horses in a rolling field; a barn sat in the distance. “You keep horses?”
“Yeah. Janie’s in charge of the stables. She gives lessons to the pups, and some of us pay her to care for our horses.”
Making a right turn into a winding driveway, a two-story home sat enclosed in forest. “And this is home,” he declared.
“It’s beautiful, Tristan, really.” Admiring the tan-colored log cabin, Kalli wonde
red what it would be like to grow up here. A stark contrast to the sleek skyscraper, it was warm and inviting.
“You like?” he asked proudly. It was his escape from the city, and he hoped his urban woman would enjoy the country. He treasured his time in the mountains, and this truly was his sanctuary. It was important to him that she loved it as much as he did.
“What’s not to like? Hey, do we have time to go for a hike?” she asked excitedly.
Tristan laughed. Warmth settled in his chest. As his mate, she fit him like a glove. The more time he spent with her, the stronger their bond grew. He loved being with her, talking to her, making love to her. He shook his head silently as it hit him. The mark; it was only the beginning. As much as he wanted to deny the feelings deep within his heart, he was falling in love with her. And it all felt natural, like it was meant to be.
He never thought he’d live to see the day when he considered mating a female. But now, happily, his world had been turned upside down by a raven-haired half-wolf who enjoyed cooking in her underwear. He laughed.
“What?” Kalli smiled as if she read his thoughts.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how I like to see you cook in your underwear.”
Kalli began laughing with him. “Well, I guess it is a good thing we found each other, considering your penchant for nudity, Alpha. I can see why you like this isolated house,” she teased.
“Wait until you see the hot tub. I’ve got plans for you,” he promised, getting out of the car without waiting for a response. His cock jerked just thinking about her hot little body sitting on top of him while the hot bubbles massaged their skin.
A high vaulted ceiling with a floor to ceiling stone fireplace greeted them as they entered his home. The home’s airy feeling was counterbalanced by the glow of the gas-lit fire. A U-shaped, sienna leather sectional sofa facing the hearth sat on oak planked floors. The general décor was clean and classic with exposed woods offset by earthy brown tones. A modern white kitchen, complete with black speckled granite countertops merged seamlessly with the great room.
Considering Kalli had spent her entire adult life living inside matchbook-sized apartments, the spacious house felt extraordinarily cozy and relaxing. Conjuring up thoughts ranging from roasting marshmallows, to making love on the floor in front of the fire, to chasing toddlers, Kalli wrapped her arms around herself. She inwardly questioned her own feelings. It was not like as a girl or even as a young woman she’d ever dreamed of getting married or having a family. But everything about Tristan was changing how she saw the world, how she felt about everything. He was like a missing piece in the puzzle that was her life.
As she explored, Tristan set down the bags and got to work preparing something special. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he announced from the kitchen.
She looked over to see him mulling about in his kitchen. Was he preparing a meal?
“Does the surprise include food? Because if it does, I’m in.”
“Did you bring jeans?” he asked. “As much as I love easy access, you really need pants for this surprise. Also, boots or sneakers would be good.”
“You’re bad! Easy access, huh? Somehow that does not surprise me. You are something else, wolf,” she chuckled.
“Hey, I am the wolf, to you.”
“That you are,” she assured him. “Well, I do love a good surprise. But I love food even more.” I really just love you. The words ran through her head, and she smiled at the thought. God, she was in deep with no means of escape. At this point there was no fighting the tide. Crossing the great room, she reached over the counter, snatched up a piece of cheese and stuffed it in her mouth before she could say anything else that would divulge her true feelings.
“No guessing. And no more food either, until we get to our secret destination,” he said mysteriously.
“Meanie,” she jested, wondering what was in store for her next. A myriad of emotions stirred. She was already nervous about meeting his pack. How would people react to a hybrid that hadn’t shifted in two years? A hybrid who’d created the drug that prevented Toby from shifting? Would they blame her for his death? And then there was the mark, his claim on her body and soul. How would they feel about their Alpha, who’d marked her as his female? Her mind raced trying to figure out what he possibly could have cooked up as a surprise. In the recesses of her mind, she considered the enlightening, very sensual lessons Tristan had given her. Trust. She took a deep breath as she attempted to put her education to good use.
“This! Is! Awesome!” Kalli squealed while trying not to frighten the horse or fall off it, both of which seemed like possibilities. “I love it! Really. I can’t believe this was my surprise. Thank you so much!”
“Easy, chérie. Snowflake is very relaxed, but you gotta watch where you’re going,” Tristan warned. He’d made her cover her eyes on the way over to the stables. When she saw the dressed horses, she jumped up and down like a kid at Christmas. Such a basic way to get in touch with nature - a ride through the woods. But for Kalli, he could tell it had been a first. He wished he could create many firsts for her as they built their life together. Struggling not to move too quickly, he’d sworn to himself that he’d patiently let her adjust to being a wolf again, and then tell her that she was his mate.
At this rate, Tristan honestly couldn’t understand how she didn’t know. Though they’d only known each other for days, his wolf could recognize the soul for whom he’d been waiting for over one hundred years. It was the human part of Tristan who’d resisted. First he’d fought through the cloudy confusion, unsure of how he could possibly want to mark a female. But now his primary concern was ensuring that her shift was pleasurable, and ultimately, that she was accepted by the pack. Acceptance was something she’d have to earn herself. But she was exceedingly strong, despite her hybrid status. If given the chance, he was quite certain she’d attain both their respect and trust.
As they approached the lake on horseback, Tristan eyed one of his favorite spots to rest. Whether in human or wolf form, he loved lying in the soft grass, listening to the sounds of nature, relaxing by the water.
“Whoa. Pull back on your reins, Kal. We’ll stop here,” he instructed. Dismounting his horse, he gave it an appreciative pet. Pulling off the bridle, he slid on a halter, which he’d kept in his backpack, and then tied the leather lead around a low tree branch. As wolf, he was considerate of the horse’s comfort, since he planned a leisurely late lunch that might take several hours. Kalli followed his example and also dismounted. He repeated the procedure with her horse, ensuring that both the mare and stallion were secure and content.
“This is the best surprise anyone has ever given me, you know. Okay, maybe it is the only time anyone has ever done something like this for me. It’s just so…I don’t know. It’s special. Amazing. The horses. The mountains. The lake. And you,” she marveled. It was Tristan who’d changed her perceptions about pack life and what it meant to be Alpha.
Tristan came up behind Kalli, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her ear and for a long while just held her, while they both stared out toward the water.
“Tristan,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby.
“No one’s ever done anything like this for me,” she croaked, trying not to cry. “Don’t say it’s no big deal, because it is.”
“I want to do this for you. Even if there wasn’t this thing…this connection between us. I just want to see you be happy, not locked up in a human’s body, denying your wolf her due.”
“As usual, you are right,” she joked lightly.
“See, I knew you’d start seeing things my way.” He smiled broadly. “Come on, let’s eat lunch, then we’ll talk. I’d say ‘I’m so hungry I could eat a horse’, but I don’t want to offend our rides.”
Tristan proceeded to spread a thin blanket onto the soft knoll while Kalli set out the food and drinks. After enjoying a leisurely picnic in the sun, they laid back on the warm fabric, taking in the sun.
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“You’re too far away,” Tristan complained. “I need you next to me.”
Kalli complied by rolling from her back onto her stomach, resting her head on his chest. She lazily draped her jean-clad thigh across his legs.
“Much better, mon amour.”
“Hmm…yes,” she replied.
“We need to talk about tonight. Toby’s funeral. It’s probably going to last several hours. To be honest, I haven’t attended too many wolf burials. You know that whole immortal thing. But it happens from time to time.”
“What’s going to happen?” Kalli inquired, rubbing her hand on his chest.
“The first part is not all that different than some human rituals. We gather around the gravesite; talk about our experiences with that person, what made them special. It takes a while because there are many of us. Then we run, and mourn. We celebrate Toby’s life, comfort each other.”
“I can’t run,” she commented.
“I know, baby. That’s why I wanted to talk.”
“I’ll go to the human part and skip the other. I mean, I can’t shift, and to be honest, I’m a little worried about how the pack will react to me being there at all.”
“They’ll be fine. You’re mine. Trust me.” He pinned her with his eyes.
“Okay,” she sighed, knowing he was probably right but that that wouldn’t stop her from worrying.
“We won’t be gone long, though. I’ll be home right after the run.” Tristan squeezed her tight, wishing she could run with him. “But then tomorrow night…we will run together. It’s the full moon.”
“Yes it is.” She breathed in a deep breath and blew it out.
“That’s the other reason we need to talk. You’ve never shifted with other wolves. It…it can be overwhelming…Things can happen.”
“Things? What things?” Kalli sat straight up in worry, looking down into Tristan’s warm amber eyes. She tried not to panic but ‘things’ did not sound good.
