Cohen

by Emilia Hartley

  What the hell is in here?

  He tossed the bag into the snow, and fresh powder puffed into the night breeze.

  “Ow!”

  No way.

  If this was what he thought it was then he wasn’t sure whether to be excited or angry. His fingers worked the zipper and as the bag opened, Cynthia poured out. The wolves stood at bay and barked at the new stranger.

  “Cynthia!” Alex said, choosing excitement. “Why did you stow away in my bag? Aren’t you freezing?” She wasn’t wearing much more than a pair of leggings and a tight blouse that hugged her body. Her nipples poked through her shirt from the cold and Alex threw his arms around her to warm her up.

  “I wanted to surprise you,” she said, “surprise!” Her teeth chattered in the wind. Alex tore off his winter coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

  “I swear we didn’t mean to hide her. Hell, I’m just as surprised as you are.” Alex said, turning back to the wolves. As happy as he was to see her, hiding in the back of the truck was dangerous, and it didn’t necessarily help their situation. He’ll talk to her about this later, for now he was just happy she was safe.

  From around a snow bank, a figured clad in a large jacket and thick snow boots crunched his way through the snow toward them.

  “Ah, you must be from the Night Runner pack,” he started, “don’t mind them, they always gets antsy when new people show up. Follow me back to the cottage.”

  Alex let out a sigh. He and Cynthia followed along closely with his father trudging along, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

  How far is this place? They walked for fifteen minutes through high snow and biting cold, through a sparse thicket and across rocky tundra. When the guide stopped, Alex was frozen to the bone and couldn’t fully grasp what he saw at first.

  “That is the Cliff Walker den,” the guide said.

  Thank god.

  It was the same cottage from Miss Bannon’s picture. The structure was massive in person. The stacked log walls reached almost thirty feet tall at the zenith. The large double doors that greeted them were engraved with images of wolves on the hunt, and appeared to be decades old. The entire cottage appeared to be just as old, for that matter. The cottage itself overlooked a rolling plain dotted with sparse trees. A few small cabins surrounded the space but were clearly empty.

  As the doors tore open, a wave of heat blasted from inside. Alex was glad for the chance to warm up, he wouldn’t have lasted another minute in the freezing cold. Cynthia shuddered inside his jacket leading the way in.

  The space was superbly maintained. A single roaring fire occupied the fireplace in the center of the house. The floor was covered in handmaid knit rugs that were strewn this way and that. Hung on the walls were a series of tapestries with all manner of wolf patterns, describing old hunts and leaders. A pair of stairways hugged each of the walls and led to a loft upstairs. The back of the cottage housed an old wood-burning, cast iron stove. The smell of fresh stew wafted toward his nostrils. Young wolves surrounded the fire, while warriors played games and told stories in cross-legged circles around the space.

  “You all live under one large roof?” Alex asked, “How can anyone have their privacy?”

  “It’s easier to heat one space than many. We have a few cabins for privacy in the area but most are deserted during winter,” the guide said. “I know why you’re here, but now isn’t the time to talk. It’s late. Rest and we’ll talk in the morning.”

  “Are you the alpha?” Alex wondered.

  “I wouldn’t be much of a host if I weren’t,” he replied.

  He was of native decent, the lines on his face and the gray in his hair betrayed his age. His skin was course and could have passed for shoe leather, but, his smile was bright and inviting.

  Alex offered a hand in greeting and the alpha returned with a firm handshake.

  Cynthia was already warming her feet by the fire. Some of the young wolves took a curious interest in her as she sat beside them. Marcus stamped his way into the space, shaking off the snow that accumulated on his jacket.

  “Is that your woman?” the alpha asked.

  Damn right she is.

  Alex nodded.

  “There’s a cabin just down the hill. Plenty of wood for the stove, nice little place if you don’t mind the cold,” he said with a wink.

  Face palm. Did the entire world know how desperate Alex was?

  “Thanks?” Alex replied.

  “Don’t mention it,” he said, shuffling away.

  Okay, Alex needed answers and he needed them right now. Cynthia was by the fire, rubbing her calves as Alex sat beside her.

  “What the hell,” Alex asked, in a loud whisper.

  “What?” she asked, “you can run all over talking to other packs and I can’t join you at all?”

  “You might have put this entire mission in danger by coming,” Alex chided, “what if they decided you were a threat and just attacked?”

  “Well, they didn’t,” she replied.

  “But, what if they did?” Alex continued, “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you.” Cynthia sat still for a moment. The firelight danced shadows across her face. Dammit if she wasn’t the most gorgeous thing on two legs. His demeanor softened. He couldn’t stay mad at her no matter how hard he tried. “Listen, I’m glad that you came, and at this point I can’t send you home. But, please don’t do this again.”

  “I promise I won’t do anything to-”

  She paused and her eyes searched around the room. Alex knew what she was looking at, nearly all the people there were staring at them. They were strangers in a strange land. “Perhaps we should go somewhere more private?”

  “The alpha told me there’s a cabin nearby. If we can get there then we can talk alone,” he said.

  And maybe I’ll finally get to see what’s under those tights.

  Cynthia’s eyes widened, a confirmation that she was thinking the same thing. Alex stood and offered a hand to his mate as he helped her to her feet. When he pushed open the front door, cold air blasted at them. Through the billowy wind he saw the tiny snowy topped cabin waiting and together they trudged over. Once inside and out of the elements Alex took in their room for the night. There was just enough space for a bed on one side and a camp stove on the other. Alex set to work getting a fire started in the stove as Cynthia locked the door behind.

  CHAPTER 8

  Fucking freezing. Cynthia peeled off her still wet tights and tossed them to the floor as she dashed under the blanket. The bedsheets slowly warmed as she rustled beneath.

  “What am I going to do with you,” Alex sighed.

  I can think of something.

  “That’s a good question,” Cynthia let a smile curl on her lips, “what are you going to do with me?”

  He tore off his shirt, exposing his chest to the cold room, then off came his jeans wish just as much gusto. His boxer briefs left no room for imagination and outlined his package perfectly.

  Cynthia bit her lip and stared. He sidled into the bed with her, giving her a chill with his cold skin. Nevertheless, Cynthia brushed up beside him and leaned her head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The rhythmic thumping was relaxing. She could have fallen asleep to it. Could have.

  “Look, I’m glad I got to see you,” he said, “I was really annoyed that I didn’t get to see you before we left. Why the hell did you have to follow along? It’s dangerous out here. You never know when a bear attack is going to happen.”

  The fire started crackling as the wood ignited and burned hotter. It would be a while before the room was heated, but it was a solid start.

  “What the hell did you expect me to do?” Cynthia wondered, “Did you want me to sit at home waiting for you to maybe return? I couldn’t take the waiting any longer.”

  What didn’t he understand? She wanted this and nothing would have changed her mind. Not her grandma, not the bears, not even the alpha could have talked her out of it.

&nbs
p; “I talked to my father in the car,” Alex said.

  “Oh?” Cynthia asked. She was glad for the subject change.

  “It was the first time we’ve ever really talked. At first I couldn’t wait to get away from him. But, when we talked I started feeling a connection that either wasn’t there before, or I’d ignored for so long that I thought it didn’t exist.”

  Cynthia simply listened to him. She was proud of him. Over these past two months, Alex had grown so much. She sat and listened.

  “I want to end the fighting with the bears,” he said after a moment of silence, “and I need to know that I can protect you from anything that might get in our way until then.”

  “So, you see yourself as my new protector, eh?” she teased.

  “Since you can’t seem to protect yourself, someone has to do it,” he poked right back.

  Cynthia craned her neck and kissed him on the chin. A patch of day old stubble met her skin, the texture of rough sandpaper chaffed her lips. Just as she liked it. She lifted herself from his chest, planting a soft kiss on his lips. What little anger he had must have left because he joined in the kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of her head to pull her in closer.

  The frustration of the previous day was still fresh in her mind and she wouldn’t let it go this time, no matter what. Having had her pleasure she could feel warmth spreading throughout her body and she became greedy for more.

  Alex’s cold hands found their way to her back; her nipples hardened instantly and poked against the fabric of her shirt. The sudden freeze sent tiny shocks of excitement through her body.

  His hands continued to search around her body. Each tender touch from his chilled hands left goosebumps in their wake. With her spindly fingers she crept down his chest, through his rock hard abs, and down to the cotton of his underwear. He was already starting to swell and pressed against the elastic band that imprisoned his erect cock. It drove her wild.

  His lips kissed down her neck and chest, until they found her nipple, which he sucked and licked in delicate circles. His other hand played with her other perky tit and she gasped from the pleasurable sensation that overcame her.

  “Right there,” she said, tossing her head back. Even at his smallest touches, Alex pleased her needs.

  Every little circle with his tongue made her pussy quiver with delight. She had already soaked through her panties which by now were just an inconvenience.

  Her hand liberated him from his underwear and she began to stroke him softly. He lifted himself from her nipples and pushed her to the bed. She gasped with surprise.

  He planted kisses that ran down the length of her stomach. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he sniffed at the air, smelling her sex wafting from between her legs. She bucked her hips as he hooked his fingers around her panties and stripped them from her. Her dripping slit was ready to be taken and Alex wanted to taste it for himself.

  He moved his head down to her clit and lightly tickled it with his tongue. Cynthia let out a gasp as she held onto the sensation again. Then another light play on the tip of her clit lit up every nerve in her body.

  Around in circles he worked with his tongue and she feared she might lose herself entirely. Every flick of his tongue was another bout of satisfaction. Her legs tightened around him. Don’t stop.

  Right there. She wanted to say, but the words never came from her lips. Her orgasm was already taking hold. Her juice gushed from her arousal and with her free hand she pulled lightly on his hair, feeling a wave of release.

  God he was amazing, yet still she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel him press her open with each inch of his shaft.

  Cynthia met Alex’s eyes from between her legs. He leaned back to admire his work, and as her orgasm began to subside she gave him a smile that screamed fuck me.

  She leaned herself up and sat on her knees, planting another kiss on Alex’s lips. She wanted to please her man and could think of no better way. With a coy smile she turned herself around and stood on the bed on all fours, wagging her butt in the air.

  “Come and get it boy,” she said. He leaned over her back and she could feel his massive throbbing cock rubbing against her engorged clit. The teasing was almost too much. Her mind still reeled from the orgasm just moments ago and she wanted him inside her. Then without warning she felt the head of his cock start to sink into her. Inch after inch pressed its way into her and she welcomed every bit of it. Alex’s hands grabbed her by the hips and he began driving himself further until he had penetrated as far as he could.

  He moved his hips in circles, stirring up her insides. She moaned into her pillow. He felt so damn good. With powerful thrusts he started to work her hips in and out. She gritted her teeth to maintain herself but her animal side was taking over.

  He shoved her further into her pillow. He pounded harder and harder with each thrust, growling with pleasure and grunting his satisfaction.

  Another orgasm began to build inside her and it was bigger than before. Each thrust brought her closer to the goal and she did nothing to hold it back. Alex became more forceful still and began clawing his hands down her back and pulling sharply on her hair.

  His dominance drove her wild and she could do little to keep herself in check any longer. The sensation took hold of her again; she tried to scream but couldn’t find the breath to do so. Her face buried in the pillow and she exhaled heavily.

  Her pussy convulsed around Alex’s thick cock and as she convulsed from the orgasm she felt him release himself inside. They both lingered on the orgasm they’d experienced. Neither wanted to move but Cynthia’s legs were jittery. She could hold herself up no longer and collapsed to the bed. Alex fell beside her, spent. The fire in the corner raged, but they no longer needed the heat.

  That was definitely worth the wait, she thought.

  Alex rolled to his side and held and arm around Cynthia. No words needed to be said; just silence, satisfaction, and the sudden need for sleep.

  CHAPTER 9

  Alex was woken from his slumber by a loud knock on the door. What now?

  “Are you goin’ to sleep all day?” he heard his father ask from the other side.

  He looked around the room and was glad to be greeted by Cynthia curled up under his arm. The fire in the stove had died in the night but the heat from it still lingered.

  Alex shuffled to his feet, pulled on his jeans, kicked on his boots, and with shirt in hand he leaned down to kiss Cynthia’s cheek. His father waited for him impatiently on the other side of the door.

  “Sorry,” he said, closing the door behind him, “it was a long night.”

  A light snow was already falling on the sloping hillside. The sun reflected in his eyes off the stark white snow, blinding him. The trees were bare, save for a few evergreens slouching from the snow.

  “The pack alpha’s name is Buck,” his father said, “I figured you might try talkin’ to him first. Gotta get some experience as a leader if you want to be an alpha someday.”

  Alex knew what he meant but after last night he wasn’t sure if he really cared about being an alpha. As long as Cynthia was in his life, he was content. Whatever the case, he knew that part of the reason he was brought along for these diplomatic situations was because of the scars that were covering his chest. They were unmistakably made by the claws of a bear and aided in convincing anyone unwilling to believe the truth.

  “I’ll give it a shot,” Alex replied as he stepped high over the snow with each footfall.

  The cottage was already buzzing with morning activity and the smell of breakfast cooking in the back was almost too much to bear. The light from the morning sun peeked through windows on the upper story, casting rays of sunlight to the gathered pack who were watching the events unfold with interest.

  “Some night, eh?” Buck said, greeting Alex and his father at the door. That it was. Alex shook the alpha’s hand firmly, as did his father.

  Buck brought the pair of them to the
corner of the den and sat them down on a bench. Graciously he offered them each a cup of tea to wake them up, which they accepted.

  Alex sipped at his but his father elbowed him to action. He could feel his nerves failing him already.

  “Er… right. Umm… over the past couple months, the bears have been attacking every wolf den in the area. We have no idea when they’re going to attack next, or where. But … umm,” Alex said, unsure. His father continued to sip at his tea and Alex got more nervous.

  “Let’s fight … together?”

  What the hell was that?

  Shit. He felt like an idiot for not knowing what to say. His father went silent and still sipped at his tea. Buck sat in a rocking chair adorned with thick, hand-made, blankets and animal pelts. His confusion was plastered on his face.

  “What?” Buck asked.

  “We’re fighting and need help,” Alex pleaded.

  “No,” Buck said, simply. “Bears have been peaceful since my grandfather’s day. We have no reason to pick a fight with them now. I understand you’re having a problem but our den is safe from the bears. Most of them don’t come up this far.”

  Alex’s father leaned back on the bench.

  “What if we could prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that the bears have been attacking?” Marcus asked.

  “Even if you could, you really expect me to send my own men to fight a war so far away and die on foreign ground?” Buck wondered.

  “If we don’t work together we’ll lose this fight before it even really starts,” Alex interjected.

  Alex could see that he was losing the battle. Buck was a proud alpha, and Alex knew he was only doing what was right for his own pack. His father signaled Alex to be quiet. Great, another fuck up to add to the history books.

  “Show them, Alex,” he said.

  He stood from his seat and removed his shirt, exposing the scars that he proudly wore.

  “Do you see these?” his father shouted, “These are from the first of their attacks. And, every day I wonder when he’ll receive another. Not only do we need your help, but you need ours as well. No pack is safe. Just because you haven’t been attacked yet, doesn’t mean you never will. The sooner we deal with these bears, the better.”