by Renee Jordan
“What happened to finding a man to love?”
“Until I find him, I'm going to have fun.” She stood up. “Besides, how do I know he's not the one unless I give him a try.”
I laughed as my friend stalked across the hall to introduce herself to the cop. I blanked on his name, but I smiled as his face lit up when he saw her. “I hope he's the one,” I whispered.
Penny deserved her happiness. All my friends did. Augustus had a foxy grin on his narrow lips as he chatted up a slim, biracial man while Vanessa ground on a tall man on the dance floor, her wolfish eyes flashing. Hank sat at the table with his wife and their young children. Miss Maggie lounged at the bar, watching Penny with an amused smile on her motherly face. I wasn't the only daughter she had adopted.
“Ready?” Forrest asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?” I asked, looking up at my husband.
“It's getting late,” he grinned. “I don't know about my lovely wife, but I'm feeling beat.”
“Liar,” I giggled. “You're feeling randy.”
“The moon is rising.”
A heat flushed through me as his golden eyes appreciated my bodice. “I'm ready,” I said as I stood up. I had a few surprises beneath my dress. I broke the rules; I wasn't wearing all white.
We had a room rented at Augustus's Moonrise Bed & Breakfast. Tomorrow, we would head out on our honeymoon to Yellowstone. It may not be the most romantic for some, but we wanted to see the beauty of nature and share those moments with each other. And we had rented a nice, cozy cabin.
Forrest's SUV had been transformed during the reception. Cans dangled from the bumpers on red ribbons and written inside a white heart was, “Forrest and Kotie, Just Married.” My eyes teared up at the sight. I don't recall ever being so happy.
I giggled as Forrest carried me across the threshold of the B&B. I was his wife. He was my husband. It seemed so right. He carried me up the stairs and to our suite. I gasped when he opened the door. Red, white, and pink rose petals were strewn across the bed and floor, perfuming the air with their heady scent.
Forrest kissed me as he carried me across. I could kiss him forever. But then he wouldn't get to see what I was wearing beneath my wedding dress. He set me down, and I smiled at him as he undressed, revealing those sexy muscles and hard flesh.
“Mmm, I have a sexy husband.” My thighs shifted. The heat grew between my legs.
His golden eyes were on me as I carefully took off my veil and set it on a dresser. I turned around. “Can you unbutton me?” I asked, my body trembling. I couldn't wait for him to find out about my surprise.
“Yes,” he answered.
My trembling increased. We had made love many times before, so why was I so nervous? He had undressed me before. He had taken me in changing rooms and outdoors. We had done every sex act we could think of, sharing our love for each other. And yet tonight felt special.
His fingers worked the small buttons, my dress growing looser. He paused when he neared the base of my spine. He brushed the garter belt I wore. “Red, Kotie? Not white?”
“I know how much you love the color,” I purred. “It makes you so wild.”
I held my loose dress to my breasts and turned to face him. His eyes were golden; the wolf neared the surface. Forrest was so hard with his excitement. He breathed in, savoring my scent. He could smell my excitement. My satin panties were drenched. His body trembled. He wanted to seize me and take me, but he fought his instincts.
“My wolf,” I purred. “I love you so much.” I let my wedding dress drop.
I wore no bra; my supple breasts had been supported by the bodice. My pink nipples were hard, aching to be played with. Forrest's eyes traveled down my stomach to my red garter belt, panties, and thigh high stockings.
“Kotie!” he growled as he swept me up into his strong arms. I trembled. His lips found mine, crushing me with a kiss. I moaned into his passion as he held me tight. I writhed against his hard muscles, my nipples shooting electricity down to my panties. His hands found my ass, squeezing me through the satin and pulling me against his girth.
He lifted me up and set me on the bed, his body atop mine. I shuddered on the cool sheets and flower petals. His manly musk mixed with the roses' perfume. Forrest's rough hands caressed my body, leaving trails of excitement. He stroked my sides and thighs. My passion turned molten between my thighs.
“Forrest!” I gasped as his hungry mouth nuzzled at my neck. “Devour me!”
“Always,” he growled.
My hands stroked his hard muscles. I couldn't stop touching him as his lips worked lower and lower. I gasped as kissed up my mounds to the pink peaks. My thighs clenched and my back arched as pleasure shot through my body. He moved back and forth between my nipples, loving each while his golden eyes flashed.
“My strong wolf!” I panted.
“My glorious mate. My witch. My wife. My heart. You saved me.”
“We saved each other,” I answered, tears in my eyes.
Would I ever stop being this happy? I hoped not.
His lips moved lover. My body writhed. I squeezed my thighs together as the anticipation built. He nibbled as he kissed around my stomach. His tongue tickled my belly button. I ran my hands through his short, dark hair as I writhed.
“Lower,” I moaned.
“But I'm having so much fun kissing your stomach,” Forrest grinned.
His touch electrified me. My skin was alive. The liquid fire in my pussy burned hotter as he kissed around my flesh and hips. He would near my panties, brush the waistband, then kiss back up while his hands stroked my thighs.
“Please, Forrest! I need you to eat me! I'm so hot! Please.”
His grin was wolfish. “I'll do anything for you.”
I laughed, “You love to eat me. Don't make it sound like a chore.”
“You are delicious,” he agreed as his fingers hooked the waistband of my satin panties. I wore them over my garters. I had learned, thanks to Penny, how much my wolf loves seeing me in stockings. Forrest kissed down my stocking-covered legs as he drew my panties off. He breathed in my scent and licked his chops.
He was hungry for me.
Forrest buried his face between my thighs. His tongue and lips swirled through my excited flesh. I trembled and bucked into his lips. I gripped his hair, holding him in place as my hips humped against his hungry mouth. My mate feasted. He worshiped me. His tongue explored my folds. He knew me well. He knew where I loved to be touched.
My wolf knew how to make me come.
The pleasure burst through me. I gasped and shuddered. His tongue kept licking and I kept climaxing. Thick fingers penetrated me, working in and out of my sheath as he attacked my clit. My sensitive nub shot pleasure through my body as his tongue flicked and twirled about it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I shouted. “Oh, Forrest! I love you! Oh, you wonderful wolf!”
Forrest licked and nuzzled while I screamed out my pleasure. My pussy clenched on his fingers. They were nice, but not what I craved. My orgasms were wonderful, but I needed something more. I needed Forrest in me.
“Take me!” I moaned. “I'm so ready for my wolf!”
Forrest grinned as he crawled up my body. My hands rubbed at his hard muscles. His lips found mine. We kissed. I shuddered beneath him as I grasped his thick cock. My pussy clenched in eager anticipation. I brought him to my entrance.
“Kotie,” he groaned as he slid into me.
I shuddered as every inch slowly filled me. I spread around him, engulfing him. My body trembled. I wrapped my arms and legs about him. I held him tight as our hips worked together. We found our sweet rhythm as we made love.
“My beautiful witch,” he growled as he nuzzled at my ear.
His hard chest crushed my breasts. I loved his weight atop me. “Harder!” I moaned. “Take your mate, Forrest! Love her!”
The bed creaked as his hips sped up. My clit smashed into his groin. The headboard banged into the wall as his strokes gr
ew faster. Harder. I dug my fingernails into his back as I groaned. Our lips met in a kiss as our passions built.
I held him tight as my come washed through my body. My pussy writhed about his shaft. I spasmed beneath him, bucking up into his strokes. He grew faster. He was virile and strong. I moaned my bliss as he drove into my depths.
“Kotie!” he growled. His excitement grew. His cock brushed the wonderful parts in my body. I shuddered and groaned. My hips writhed, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Another orgasm built inside me.
“Forrest! Keep going! You stud! You're such a stud! Oh, yes! My wolf!”
“Kotie!” he growled, slamming into me. My pussy accepted the strength. I ached from his passion. It was wonderful. I felt so alive. His head threw back as he drove into my depths. “Kotie!” he howled as he flooded me.
I shuddered beneath him, drinking in his come and savoring the pleasure radiating through me. He made me so happy. He collapsed on me, breathing heavily. I hugged him tight, our lips meeting in a hot kiss as we held each other.
“That was nice,” I smiled as he cradled me.
Forrest nodded. Buried his face in my ear and took a deep breath. “So lovely.”
“I have another surprise for you,” I said, grasping his hand and sliding it down to my belly.
“Oh” he asked, his grin wild. “Another red, skimpy outfit?”
I laughed. “Nope. You're going to be a daddy.”
Forrest blinked. “What?”
“I'm pregnant.”
Forrest hugged me tight while his hand rubbed at my stomach. We shared our joy.
Much later, Forrest lay on his back, my head pillowed on his chest. I stroked his muscles while he slept. My eyes were heavy. A drowsy lassitude crept through me. Forrest had been very satisfying tonight. Finding out he would be a father had invigorated him. I traced his torso, smooth and unadorned by the tattoos my father had left on him.
We were both free to live our lives the way we wanted to. My eyes closed. Joy bubbled inside me as I fell into my dreams.
“I've been waiting, baby girl,” my momma said while she swam in the pool. “Bring that fine fella with you and hop in.”
“Sure, Momma,” I answered, joining her in the pool, the waters warm and relaxing. Forrest slipped in with me. “Momma, this is Forrest. My husband and mate.”
“He's made you happy,” my momma said, tears of joy in her eyes.
“Like no man has,” I answered. “He's my wolf, Momma.”
The dream was so happy. I knew my momma was watching me and glad that I had found my loving mate.
THE END
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“If Burt ever tracks you down, he'll have to deal with me,” growled Forrest, his eyes glinting gold in the moonlight. When he became passionate or angry, his hazel eyes became wolf-like.
I hugged him tight. “I know he will.”
The fear bled away, my body's trembles fading. Burt could never hurt me. He was just a human. And Forrest was not only a powerful and cunning wolf shifter but he was also the Sheriff of Moonrise. He had a whole police department of wolf shifters, his pack, to help him take on any who threatened the town, the spring, or me.
It would be the biggest mistake of Burt's life for him to show up and try anything.
I shifted on the bed, pressing myself tighter against Forrest and buried my face into his muscular chest. He had a wonderful scent, leather and sweat, a manly musk. His hand stroked my hair down to my shoulder, his rough callouses tickling my skin as he moved down my arm.
I was suddenly aware of how naked we both were. My nipples hardened as a flush of heat rushed through me, racing down between my thighs. The heat grew liquid, a molten passion fanning within me. My nipples rubbed on Forrest's hard muscles, my fingers traced the lines of his barbed wire tattoo.
“Mmm, you smell wonderful,” Forrest growled, his eyes flashing gold again. His hand left my arm, sliding across my side to my plump buttock, squeezing and kneading my flesh. “So wonderful.”
I licked my lips, purring in delight as Forrest rolled me onto my back. His other hand wandered up my stomach to my heaving breasts. He kneaded my supple mounds, his fingers brushing my hard nipples as his lips found mine.
His kiss was fierce. I moaned, losing myself into his strength and hunger. His cock pressed on my hip, swelling hard, excited by me. Another flush of heat flashed through me. I excited my mate. I made him lust for me. And that made me feel so desired, so womanly.
“Forrest,” I moaned as he kissed down the line of my jaw, leaving a flutter of heat in his wake. His stubble tickled as he nibbled and a giggle escaped my lips. I tilted my neck, beckoning him to nuzzle into my throat.
Rough fingers discovered my hard nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. I shuddered as the electric tingle raced through my body. My clitoris itched to be touched, my thighs squirming as I gasped and moaned.
“You taste wonderful,” Forrest growled as his mouth continued southward, sucking and nibbling.
I cooed in delight, moaning his name as the heat swelled between my thighs, my pussy growing into a sticky mess. “Lick me everywhere.”
Forrest chuckled, “Gladly.”
His lips moved lower, his hard muscles rubbing against my side as he kissed down my collarbone to my heaving breasts. His whiskered cheek rasped against my sensitive nipples; I gasped in delight. He worshipped my breast with his mouth, summiting the pink peak with a hungry nip.
“Forrest!” I moaned in delight as his lips engulfed my nipple, his fingers pinching the other nub harder. The duel sensations burst through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried.
The bed creaked, the brass frame banging into the wood-paneled wall. My hands reached over my head, seizing the cool brass bars that formed the headboard, gripping them, anchoring myself as the pleasure burned through me. The bed rocked harder as my hips bucked. My thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure on my aching clit.
“That's it,” I panted. “Oh, yes!”
Forrest growled as he nipped and sucked at my nipple, his excitement mounting. My fingers tightened on the brass as my back arched. My pussy was on fire. It needed attention. The liquid itch had to be scratched.
“Lower, Forrest. Please, lower.”
Forrest looked up at me, his golden eyes boring into my green. He licked his chops, his smile hungry, predatory. I parted my thighs as he kissed his way down my flat stomach, his rough hands caressing my silken skin.
“Yes, yes,” I encouraged as his tongue slid across my stomach. My scent filled the room, a tangy lust that mixed with Forrest's manly musk. My thighs were sticky, my bright-red pubic hair matted with my desire.
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