Cohen

by Emilia Hartley

  “Fashionably late,” he said. He puffed up his chest as he made his way down the small hill to join her. Though he had dirt on his face he was unwounded, that was good. She’d spent so much time today worrying about him. When she worried too much, she liked distract herself by cooking.

  “I thought you might be hungry,” she continued, “So I made your favorite.” She let one of the shoulders of her dress fall. She had to borrow the dress from Samantha, so it was just a little too tight in the chest for her, and slightly short for her taste. But, the excited face Connor put on allowed her to rest the thought.

  He walked over to the water, cleaned off the mud from his face, pulled off his leather boots, and then sat next to her on the blanket. It was just like before. The nerves that had kept her so active before were finally starting to settle down. He had made it out okay. He was still there for her.

  Before his feet hit the blanket, his mouth was locked with hers. She could feel the passion he’d been holding on to for just this moment. It screamed how glad he was to still be alive, how excited he was to finally be able to spend some time with her, and it warmed her to her core. When he pulled away, she sat in stunned silence.

  “I guess you’re not hungry?” she joked.

  Connor shook his head while reaching for the zipper to her dress. Once he found it, he pulled down sharply to release the garment from her chest. Her nipples stood against the cold of the evening air. Her breath quickened as Connor leaned in to kiss at her neck. She tossed her head back in ecstasy, enjoying every little peck.

  Tess stroked her hand along his side. He recoiled for a moment when she found a bruise under his shirt. He stretched and straightened himself, then pulled off the long sleeve button up he wore. She balled it up and set it aside. She ran her hands along his tough skin. New scars, old scars, new pains, old pains, every one of them recorded on his chest. She circled around them with her finger, pressing up against his solid muscle. Her finger slid lower down his stomach, past his belly button, and into his tight pants.

  She felt his bulge pressing up against his jeans.

  “These must be uncomfortable,” she said, undoing the button to release him from his cotton prison. His cold hands had found their way down her back. They pressed against her spine and gripped her tightly. She exhaled puffs of cold night air that dissipated as the heat left.

  His hands ran from her back, down her side, then to her hips and thighs. The lower he got, the hotter she became. She quivered under her breath, she’d longed for his touch for days now. She marveled in his beauty as he explored her body with care. She finally had him all to herself. His hand massaged along her thigh then sunk down between her legs.

  With his fingertip he circled around her clit. The tiny movements sent little surges of pleasure through her body. Her already wet sex became more excited. Her pussy juice drizzled down the side of her leg, coating Connors hand in her lubricant.

  She couldn’t wait any longer, she wanted to please her champion. Her hands found his already erect cock waiting for her inside of his jeans. She grabbed at the hem and tugged, he lifted his lower body to allow them to slide off. She gasped aloud as his finger slid inside of her welcoming vagina. However unexpected it was, it was a welcome sensation. But, she wanted more.

  She lowered her head, taking his massive throbbing dick into her mouth. She loved the way he leaned his head back and moaned as she took him deeper.

  “Fuuuck,” he moaned out.

  Immediately she blushed as she watched pleasure wash over his face. She loved every second of it. Knowing that she could please her man like this aroused her even more. He continued to push his fingers into her, faster and faster.

  She ran her hand along his shaft as she flicked her tongue under the crown. She felt him tense with each slow lick and savored the pleasure she gave him.

  He continued to work his finger in and out of her while using the palm of his hand to press against her clit. The combination of rhythm and penetration sent her head spinning.

  She wanted him, right now. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She released his cock from her mouth and stood to her feet. His hand fell to his dick which he stroked in front of her as she removed the last remnants of her borrowed dress.

  Connor took in an eyeful as he gazed at her standing naked in the candlelight. His thick cock waited as she straddled over his waist, squatting low, and lining him up with the opening that yearned for him.

  With one push, she felt him enter her. It was warm, pulling her open further with each pressing inch. Slowly she lowered herself. Enjoying each little bit of him. Her heart was racing; she opened her mouth to let out a moan then a gasp. When she had taken all of him, she straddled against his pelvis, pressing him down onto the blanket.

  She bit her lip and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. Connor sat up, holding her by her back. She felt him press in a little bit deeper. His mouth found hers as he nibbled lightly on her lip. Another wave of pleasure poured over her body.

  With a hand on her thigh, he worked her along his shaft. Her juice poured over him while his dick pulsed inside her. She could already feel an orgasm beginning to build up deep in the pit of her stomach. She held on to it, not letting it go. But, she wouldn’t allow herself the pleasure, not yet.

  Connor lowered her back to the ground. The warm blanket waited for her. His perfect body towered over her. Their eyes met in the moment. Everything fell away. She saw Connor and everything he was. He had become more to her than just a man. He had become everything to her. He was her protector, friend, and lover. He was hers.

  A thin layer of sweat built up over his body as he thrusted into her harder and harder with each passing second. She wondered how he could keep up his pace. The orgasm inside her body screamed to be released but she still held it back.

  His hand slid under her lower back, holding her firm. His other hand held her by the back of the head as he pressed his lips to hers. She could hold out no longer. Her body ached from waiting. She gave herself over to the pleasure she’d held back. As she did, every muscle in her body tensed in the moment. Seizing up and releasing over and over again. She clenched her teeth with the waves of warmth that coursed through her body.

  Even Connor was unable to hold on any long. With one final thrust he pressed himself in as far as he could and released himself into her. She convulsed in his arms as he kissed her on her face and neck.

  As he lied down beside her, she still felt the rock of her nerves exploding all over her body. His arm rested over her shoulders. The warmth of his body kept the cold at bay. She breathed heavily to catch her breath.

  “Welcome back,” she said.

  “It’s good to be back,” he replied. He rolled to his back. Tess saw it as an invite, pulling herself up to lie upon it. The thumping of his heart made her giddy.

  “Do you think we should invite Samantha to the wedding?” Connor asked.

  “Who said there’s going to be a wedding? I’m just using you for your body,” Tess joked. Connor slapped her exposed butt lightly. She yelped as she laughed it off.

  “When this is all over,” he continued, “I think we should finally do it. I want you to be my wife.” She rolled her head to her chin so she could look into his face without sitting up.

  “Who says I’m not already,” she said, “I’m already all yours whenever you want me.”

  “I know,” he said with a huff, “it’s just-”

  “Connor, I want to marry you, too.” She said plainly.

  “Great!” he said.

  “Wait, you said ‘when this is all over’. What did you mean by that?” Tess was scared. If this wasn’t over, what was he waiting for? Didn’t they finish off the bikers just earlier today?

  “We still need to find Eli. Once he’s dead, there won’t be anything to worry about. We can raise our child in safety. He won’t have to worry about a single thing,” Connor said.

  “He?” she asked, “I’m hoping our baby is a girl. I want to t
each her everything. How to bake, how to hunt, what types of men to avoid …”

  “What was that?” Connor asked.

  “Nothing,” Tess replied quickly.

  “If we have a girl, then she won’t even get to know any boys. I don’t want to see her running off with some dummy like Billy. That kid is as dumb as a box of rocks. I feel for him, honestly, but I don’t think he’ll ever learn his lesson.”

  “Oh, leave him alone. He’s a simple pup. There’s a certain charm in that.”

  “That’s not what Cynthia says,” Connor retorted.

  Tess leaned elbowed back to a sit. If she were honest, the thought of Eli still being out there troubled her. But, the thought would have to wait, Connor was with her now and that’s all that mattered. She lifted the basket of food. Connor sniffed at the air and exhaled with a smile.

  “You really did make all my favorites,” he said, “No wonder I keep you around.” He kissed her on the forehead. A shock ran through her body.

  She slapped him playfully in the arm, while pulling away to set the basket in front of him. He grabbed at the prepared food. She’d managed to scrounge up a steak from the house. Whoever was saving it was going to be real mad when they found out it was gone. But, she didn’t care. The hero needed his meal.

  He tore into the food, hungrily. It seemed as though he hadn’t eaten in days. She stared at him silently as he finished his meal. With his mouth full he didn’t have much to say. Honestly, Tess was just enjoying the comfort of being close. There was a simple joy in being with someone you loved and that was fine with her.

  She let her head fall to his lap. His warmth was all she needed.

  CHAPTER 13

  The deafening sound of a shotgun split the night.

  Connor perked up. He’d fallen asleep on the blanket with Tess in his arms. She stirred but didn’t wake.

  Another blast echoed through the woods. Connor slid on his pants and boots in haste.

  “What’s going on?” Tess asked.

  “I’m going to go find out, stay here,” he said. The candle had since burned out leaving Tess in the dark. If there really was trouble up ahead she would be hard to find. She nodded.

  Connor climbed up over the hill, running quickly toward the house. In the tents and makeshift houses beside him, bears were already stirring from their sleep. Some of the men walked out with tired eyes. Connor’s heart beat loudly in his ears. He didn’t need to see the attackers face to know who it was.

  A blood curdling scream resounded from the house, filling the now quiet night. He leapt to the top of the patio, bounding through the front door. The inside was dark but his eyes were used to the night. He ran up the stairs, skipping several at a time. When he reached the top he saw the door to the alphas room. It was cracked open. Samantha was on the other side, holding a body in the darkness.

  No!

  Connor pushed open the door. The light of the moon spilled into the open space through an open window, revealing the Henry with two giant shotgun holes filling his chest. Henry stirred slightly, spitting blood as he did so.

  “Samantha… take care… of everyone...” He managed.

  “Just stay calm grandpa, the doctor is coming, just wait,” her eyes were searching Connors face in panic. He could sense her fear.

  “Eli… Kill Eli…”

  With those last words the Henry’s body fell limp in Samantha’s arms. A Strong and powerful alpha, loved by all, brought down by that bastard. Connor swore he’d rip Eli’s throat out.

  Tears streamed down Cynthia’s face, she was unable to control her emotions any longer.

  “Eli!” Samantha shouted, “That bastard! He… killed him…” Connor sprinted to the open window and sniffed for any trace of Eli. He had to have jumped, or Connor would have ran into him as he came through the house. The window overlooked a grassy field and in the distance he could make out a trio of shapes running. Eli didn’t have any allies, unless…

  “I’m going after him,” Connor said. Samantha lowered her grandfather to the ground then stood.

  “If you’re going, I’m going.” There would be no arguing with her. It was clearly spelled out in the grim determination in her young face. Connor nodded.

  Alex smashed through the door as well, almost knocking Connor over.

  “I caught a fresh whiff of him. Let’s get that piece of shit before he gets too far!”

  Connor already had that idea. He was bolting down the stairs with Samantha already. Alex followed close behind. Cynthia stepped from one of the bedrooms opposite the space. Her arm still in a cast, Alex held up a hand as though to tell her this wasn’t her fight. She understood.

  Once they were outside, Connor sifted through his pocket for his keys. They might be fast, but his truck was faster.

  He tore open the driver’s side door and hopped to his seat. The truck howled in the night. Alex jumped into the bed, standing with his hands holding to the cab tightly. If he was to guide them he’d get the best possible chance with the open air. Samantha slid into the passenger seat as the Truck lurched forward.

  There was no going slow this time. His foot was planted to the ground on the gas pedal. The truck bounced over muddy grass and into the dense forest across the clearing.

  Alex slammed a hand down on the cab of the truck.

  “Over there!” he shouted, “He’s close, I can smell it.” Connor followed his directions. The truck hammered through a rotted out tree stump, slivers flew everywhere and Alex had to duck to avoid getting a chunk in his face. Then he splashed through the river that coiled around the property.

  “That way!” Alex shouted, pointing his hand. Connor nodded again and wrenched the steering wheel in the direction. The headlights fought against the darkness. The canopy of trees blocked out the moonlight.

  Connor wrestled with the wolf in his head. He had to keep cool to stay human. Eli had killed Henry, just after Connor was getting to like him, too. His vengeance needed to be had and Connor would be the one to dole it out.

  There, just ahead. A glint of chrome. A trio of figures huddled around a pair of motorcycles. The engine of the truck screamed for him to stop but Connor urged it onward. The makeshift repairs that Samantha made were coming undone. Fire spewed from the engine pouring oily smoke into the air. But, still he pushed on.

  He pointed the truck at the pair of motorcycles. The shadows in the dark had barely enough time to leap away. A loud thud was heard as they ran into one of the people who didn’t jump out fast enough. It was followed by the sounds of metal clashing as the truck plowed through the set of bikes. Alex flew from the bed, landing a short ways away. Connor and Samantha were shaken in the cab but no worse for the wear.

  “Dammit, you just never know when to give up, do you!?” said the familiar voice of Eli. “Shit, I think it’s time we end this.”

  You’re damn right it is!

  The headlights of the truck tilted up against a pair of trees. Eli sifted through the wreckage of the motorcycles to pull out his shotgun. When he stood up he cracked his neck. A small trickle of blood pooled around his shoulder from where the truck struck him. He had to work to raise his shotgun, which he brought to bear at Connor first.

  “Two alphas, with the same gun,” he laughed. Connor ducked just in the nick of time as the shot shattered the glass of the windshield. Samantha was pinned by twisted metal against her healing leg. She tried to pull it out but it was stuck fast. “Come on out little pup, it’s time to take your medicine!” He pumped his gun again and unloaded the silver shot in the engine bay. Shards of metal showered around the cabin.

  Eli stumbled his way over to Samantha’s side.

  “Oh, lookie here! Got myself an easy kill,” he said. He drew his knife from his leg holster. Samantha’s eyes went wide when she saw it, but she narrowed them right back and growled at the asshole that was threatening her. “You know, if you weren’t such a crazy bitch, a guy could have quite a nice time with you.”

  Samantha chomped h
er teeth at him. It was clear she was trying to shift. Her mouth was already full of razor sharp teeth, ready to clamp down and end Eli.

  “Well that’s just not nice, little girlie,” he said. Eli lifted his gun with one arm then shot a load blindly in the direction of Connor who was trying to make his way around the truck.

  Things went from bad to worse when a bear started charging at Connor. There was no way to duck away from its attack so he decided to meet it head on. He cried out for his inner beast to join the fight and it did so gladly. His jeans shredded as his muscles bulged. His muzzle snapped as it protruded from his face. As his muscle finished snapping into place over his new body he set about charging back at the bear.

  They smashed into each other with enough force that the ground shook beneath them. The bear’s sharp claws tried to dig into Connor’s flesh, while holding Connor’s attacks at bay.

  “It helps to have allies,” Eli said, “You and your friends cost me a lot of mine. This was supposed to end it all. I was finally going to be rid of all you stupid wolves. There was no way the bears would have overlooked the death of their own alpha. They would have grinded all of you into the dust. And, when it all settled there would have been none of you left.” Eli cocked his gun again and aimed it at Samantha. She was in no position to avoid it.

  “Night night, sweetie,” he said.

  Samantha stared down the barrel with both eyes open. If this was her time to go then she was ready to accept it.

  Click.

  But, it wasn’t her time to go.

  “Dammit,” Eli said. He sifted through his pockets for more shells. Samantha wasted no chance at escaping from the vehicle wreckage. She felt around for anything that might have helped her while Connor dealt with the bear. Under the seat she found a crowbar, just out of reach. She stretched her fingers as far as she could but it was still inches away.

  In her distraction she didn’t notice Eli return. His knife stabbed deep into her shoulder and she cried out in the night. The blade staked her through the car seat and into the metal of the cab.