Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves)

by Lovell, Christin

  “Trust me to remain in control, sweet cheeks. Even if my wolf gets free, she only wants one thing.”

  Jerry’s statement replayed in my mind. “You.”

  “Me.” I gulped. Reality began to lift my heady fog of need.

  “To claim you,” she corrected.

  I breathed deep, trying to calm my nerves. My focus was locked on her eyes only to have them disappear. Her lips pressed to the pulse point on my neck. I found myself leaning into her touch. “Close your eyes, Kate. I only want you to feel.”

  I inhaled a shaky breath before obliging, waiting, wondering, wanting.

  She briefly leaned away, taking her warmth with her. “Good girl.”

  I gasped as something sharp grazed my flesh, down the center of my body and up both sides seemingly at the same time. Moments later, my clothes fell off of me.

  My eyes flew open; instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself. A bucket of freezing, ice water couldn’t have shocked me more.

  She growled, honey eyes spearing me in the darkness. “Drop them,” she ordered.

  My lungs weren’t working; they were stuttering, hesitating, like the rest of me.

  “You said you trusted me, Kate. Either you do or you don’t.” Her tone was demanding, commanding, but it didn’t remove the truth. I had said I did.

  Timidly, I dropped my arms to my sides, closing my eyes to her reaction. If I shut her out, I could maybe shut out the fact that I was standing naked before a woman with glowing eyes that certainly saw me despite the darkness.

  A war waged within me. Part of me was enthralled by her commands; the other scared shitless. All it took was one word to calm my fears though.

  “Beautiful,” she stated.

  I stiffened, holding my breath as her lips grazed my hips before paving a trail up over my plush stomach. My exhale stumbled as she kissed the valley between my breasts.

  She chuckled as she continued up to my lips. “I love your curves, honey.”

  I screeched as she slapped my ass unexpectedly. Laughter bubbled from my chest as I processed my overreaction. “I feel like a klutzy virgin with you.”

  She laughed. “Honey, technically, you are.” She guided me into the shower, proven by the smooth, round bubbles beneath my feet, the texture of pebbles. Drawing me deeper into the space, water cascaded over me, around me, around us.

  I opened my eyes, but they couldn’t adjust enough to see. I was forced to trust her, and, somehow, I knew she preferred it that way.

  — 11 —

  Ellie

  I relished her blindness as the first test in our relationship. Keeping her on edge would heighten all of her emotions and all of her reactions, particularly the physical ones.

  She was an extra chunky slice of Maddie’s marshmallow dream pie. Her curves weren’t taut, but, like the marshmallows atop the pie, they were soft pillows of heaven always in the right place with every taste. She had nothing to worry about. I certainly wasn’t going to run from extra lush breasts that sat a little lower than mine, or a fluffy stomach I could kiss all day. Her imperfections were endearing to me. Shit, right now, they were downright enticing. I couldn’t wait to watch her writhe beneath my touch, to fall apart in my capable hands. The fact that I’d be her female cherry popper drove my impatience.

  I knew from sight alone, but instinct second, that Kate was going to be a delectable finger fuck.

  My wolf roared beneath the surface, continuing her bitch fit. I shoved her down, demanding her to be patient. She didn’t give a shit though. Sometimes it was hell sharing your body, particularly your desires, with a fucking wolf who thought she was more important than a human. She was the ultimate snob. I slapped the snub upside her nose, knocking her back; giving me time to focus on the most important person in my life now: my mate.

  The water trickled down Kate’s full figure. Her hair was thoroughly damp, beginning to cling to her. Her eyes were open, but I knew she couldn’t see, so I had the essence of surprise. I couldn’t decide what I wanted first though.

  Fuck.

  I wanted to taste every inch of her.

  Releasing a growl, I dove into her, pushing her back into the wall as I claimed her lips.

  There was no hesitation this time. Her mouth eagerly collided with mine. She responded to my every touch, every command.

  I gripped her hips, pressing my own into hers. It was difficult not to lose myself in her, in her scent, the way she tasted, felt, moved, to the point of bruising her.

  My wolf snarled, worked up. A roar escaped me as I jerked one of her thick legs up over my hip, exposing all of her to me.

  Her breath hitched, her lips faltering at my bold move. Her hands grabbed my waist, holding me tightly, fearfully.

  I knew she was battling a bit of angst. “Trust me, honey.”

  Eyes closed, she nodded her agreement. She bit her bottom lip, breathing through the moment. I was so fucking proud; excitement soared in my chest. I was one breath away from a cheesy romantic comedy moment.

  I closed my mouth over her neck, listening to her rapid pulse. I knew if I inhaled deep, through the dense fog, I would scent her burgeoning arousal.

  She whimpered, arching into my gentle tongue strokes.

  Holding tightly to her one leg, I swept my other hand across her pussy. She froze before relaxing into me.

  Traveling down, I sucked each nipple, gaining a soft moan from her. I released her with a plop. Letting go of her leg, I grabbed her hands and placed them over her breasts. “You play with these until I tell you to stop, got me, sweet cheeks?”

  Her blush was adorable, but she didn’t obey. It proved her innocence.

  “Pretend like I’m not here and I’ll pretend like you aren’t when I use my rabbit later.”

  She shuddered. “Jesus, Ellie. Are you always this intense?”

  I laughed. Damn if she wasn’t charming. “Most of the time.” I forced her fingers to pinch her nipples. Her breath hitched. “You have a problem with that, sweet cheeks?”

  She tried to bite back a smile. “I think I kind of like it…”

  I kissed her lips, commanding her full attention with my actions. I slid a foot between hers and widened her stance. Trailing my fingers over her excess sexiness, I dipped them between her lower lips. That was when she finally listened and began to massage her swollen breasts.

  She wriggled slightly. It was just enough to kill my patience. I needed to witness her fall apart now.

  Clamping a hand behind her neck, holding her to me, I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Her pussy clenched, her tongue tangled with mine as she ground her hips into me.

  Enjoying her demise, I drew circles around her clit, teasing her into surrender. The loving bitch in me wanted her to beg for her release, plead for her lesbian cherry to be popped.

  Her grip on her boobs grew rougher; her harsh squeeze pressed her taut peaks seductively against my chest.

  Breathing became difficult. My body screamed for satisfaction while my wolf howled for ownership, for a property title. Rather than her losing herself, I found myself lost in her, in awe of her bravery. I didn’t understand the affect we had on each other.

  We devoured each other’s mouths; no one tongue dominated. I damn near came when she took control of my breasts, rubbing her fingers over my hard nubs.

  It was losing myself that gave my wolf a platform. The greedy wench leapt for my surface, making the most of the opportunity.

  It was too fucking much.

  I ripped Kate’s hands off my aching breasts and returned them to hers with a nip on her lip. “Don’t disobey. It’s for your own safety.” I couldn’t subdue the scold.

  She stopped, opening her eyes, staring into my wolf no doubt. Her cheeks heated. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you want more.” Pressing my cheek to hers, I whispered, “Beg me to let you come.”

  When she didn’t respond, I drove two fingers inside her. She cried out, shuddering against me. “Beg
me,” I ordered. I slid my fingers out before plunging them back in again.

  She gasped, her breathing shallow under the new pleasure.

  “Beg me!” Over and over I pummeled her pussy with my fingers.

  Her head pressed back against the shower wall. Her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’ as she gasped for air. Her chest rose and fell; each time her nipples brushed her palms, she arched deeper into me.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous with abandon. I could tell she wanted more, but was too humble to ask.

  Upping her pleasure, I grazed my thumb over her pulsing clit with every upward throttle of my fingers, each time aiming to go deeper in her tight channel.

  Suddenly her brows furrowed. Reaching out, she grabbed me and jerked me into her. Blindly she sought my lips. There was something unexpectedly touching about it. My heart gushed knowing through the pleasure she was thinking about me.

  I gave in, kissing her hard, suppressing my own needs to please her.

  “Please,” she whimpered, pressing her lips to mine again. “Please, Ellie.”

  What the fuck was this woman doing to me? Tears stung my eyes as she gave herself to me, as she gave me what I wanted.

  My wolf sat back briefly, stunned by Kate’s generosity. She didn’t have to, she must have known, but she did.

  Fuck. There was no way I couldn’t fall in love with this woman.

  Dropping to my knees, I seized her pussy, immediately sucking her clit as I finger fucked her.

  She screamed, grabbed my head as she splintered into a thousand pieces. Driving my tongue into her, I tasted her sweet honey. There was nothing salty or even musky about Kate. She was a pure, decadent dessert.

  I felt her shaking, shuddering, shivering as she came down from her rush of stimulation, of eroticism. “I, uh, was not expecting that.” Even her hands were unsteady.

  Gazing up, I caught her blushing again. I kissed her soft mound before rising up, ensuring I held her.

  She nibbled her lips, staring where she felt I was. I knew what she wanted to ask, but after watching her, experiencing her on this end, I wasn’t ready.

  Gently, I brushed my lips against hers. “Later, sweet cheeks.” I squeezed her ass, loving the large swell.

  Unexpectedly, she threw her arms around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

  Damn. This shit was intense, way more than what I expected. Emotions, unfamiliar and strange, surged within me, warning of their strike. She wrapped herself around my heart so fucking quickly. The need to protect her, to love her and support her weighed heavily on my chest. She was my responsibility; she was the one person I never wanted to let down, the one person I never wanted to let go of.

  I didn’t plan for it to ever be this way. I suppose I was ignorant in that single sense to believe the stories were over-exaggerated with emotion.

  Fuck. Here I was telling Kate not to run when I wanted to myself. I didn’t want to lose her, but, shit, I’d never gotten serious with anyone before. It was some scary shit. I wanted to squeeze her closer to me while throwing her far away simultaneously.

  Abruptly, taking advantage of my weakness, my wolf broke free. My muscles began to tear; my bones started to snap. “Stay!” I yelled, reluctantly rushing out of the bathroom just in time to spare my mate another day.

  — 12 —

  Kate

  Shaken, I blindly stumbled out of the shower. I felt my way to the door, cracking it. I used the sliver of light to illuminate the light switch. Flipping it, I located a towel. Right away, I wrapped myself in it.

  I felt the bandage at my temple hanging down, long forgotten in the heat of things. Reaching up, I ripped it the rest of the way off. Despite still being in tact, I did the same with the Band-Aid on my forearm. The cut was still red and angry, but had stopped bleeding a while ago. I set the bandages on the counter and strolled over to the shower. I was just about to reach in to turn off the sprayers when I heard my name in the distance. Less than a breath later, Jerry barged into the bathroom, his breathing heavy.

  His eyes traveled over me before noting the shredded clothing on the floor. His expression hardened as he switched his focus. “Are you okay?” he demanded.

  I knew my cheeks were red as I clung tightly to the towel. “Um, yeah.”

  His gaze fell to the floor where the clothes were again before he made a move to help me, as if there worried him somehow. He jumped in and turned off the water, wetting his naked body in the process. Damn if they didn’t make some hot people in these parts too. The water helped illuminate the smooth valleys between each muscle.

  Realizing I was ogling the poor guy, I spun around. “Right. Sorry.” He reached around me and snagged a towel.

  My heart beat a little louder, a little faster. Uncertainty washed through me. “Is Ellie okay?” I glanced back over my shoulder, checking that he was covered before I turned. He’d secured the towel around his waist.

  His brows drew together as he studied the clothes yet again. I wanted to burn the dang things. I might as well have been wearing a sign that read, ‘I had sex with Ellie.’ …well, not technically.

  “She will be,” he stated, finally meeting my gaze.

  I fidgeted, unsure what to say or do. I stood staring at him like an idiot, feeling so uncertain of my fate in the moment.

  I about sang ‘Hallelujah’ when he broke the tension.

  “Why don’t we get dressed, separately, and meet in the kitchen? I haven’t done it before, but I’m sure I can figure out how to make a few cups of coffee.” He sounded distracted, but optimistic.

  I relaxed into a smile. “I’ll wait for you to fail before I come to your rescue.”

  “Ouch.” He clutched his hands to his chest.

  I chuckled, my body letting go of its trepidation at a time that I really needed to. Because if I wasn’t laughing, I would probably be crying.

  The way Ellie took off… I couldn’t help but feel like I did something wrong. Her eyes glowing in the darkness as she ran away from me was engrained in my mind.

  My humor quieted. I found myself staring at Jerry once again, unable to silence my heart, my confusion.

  He considered me. Cautiously, he approached. Looking down at me, he brushed my hair back over my shoulders. “Ellie will be back. She can’t stay away from you.”

  “Is that part of the whole mate thing?” I gazed up into his brown eyes. There were rich and dark in the moment, like chocolate. I didn’t know why, but I felt safe and comfortable with Jerry. As Ellie’s best friend, it was important that we got along. As a werewolf, it was important that I felt like I could trust him, and he protected me at the shop, so I knew I could.

  “Yeah. That’s a mate thing.” He averted his gaze as he took a step back. He expelled a breath. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He gave me no time to respond. Much like Ellie, he was gone in a flash.

  In a way, I felt bad for Jerry. From what I gathered, he was single. It seemed as if he and Ellie had been a dynamic duo; their common bond of singlehood had added to their friendship if I had to guess. Maybe he needed some reassurance that I wasn’t going to steal her away from him…

  Dang! What is wrong with me? I’m talking like I plan to stick around, like Donovan doesn’t exist and my brother isn’t sending someone tomorrow.

  Oh, God. My brother.

  His political views leaned more red than blue. I didn’t even consider how he would react to me being with a woman.

  I took in and blew out a deep breath. Knowing I shouldn’t worry about what I couldn’t change, I grabbed my clothes, what was left of them anyways, and the bandages, flipped off the bathroom light and returned to Ellie’s room to get dressed.

  Uncertain if I could stay, if I should stay, now that Ellie was gone, I kept everything in my suitcase, including my shredded clothes. Additionally I dressed in clothes I could leave in or sleep in. Due to the year round Miami heat, most of my clothes were airy, breathable and, well, not pants.

  I wore a pair of dark, solid gr
ey capri leggings with a long, high-low cream tank that flowed away from my body rather than clinging. The front kissed my crotch, and the back fell two inches below my ass. The sheer decorative panel in the back made the shirt less frumpy and more dressy while the antique style etch on the front broke up the palate, preventing me from looking like a bloated cream puff.

  I debated shoes, but decided to remain barefoot. I had flip-flops I could quickly don, should the need arise.

  I found Jerry in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a basic white tee. He was flipping the lid of the coffee maker, staring in where the coffee filter and water went. His confused expression was amusing, and ever-so-slightly endearing.

  He pulled the pot out and analyzed where it would kiss the machine. He scrubbed the back of his neck. “How about tea?” he asked, officially giving up.

  I laughed, moving towards him. “Make room for the coffee pro.”

  He set the pot on the counter and stepped away with his hands up.

  “Is the tap water safe here?” I asked, moving towards the kitchen gadget.

  “It’s not where you live?” He crossed his arms over his chest, accentuating his build as he leaned his back against the island.

  “Not really. We get a lot of ‘boil your water’ alerts. I’ve gotten use to using filtered water for everything, even brushing my teeth.” I shrugged. Carrying the pot, I filled it to six cups from the tap.

  As I turned, I saw Jerry scowling. “Why do you live there then?”

  I poured the water into the machine and set the pot back in its proper place. “My brother. My job. I grew up there and don’t know any place else. A bunch of little reasons really.”

  “Would you ever move?” He stood a little taller as he spoke, but averted his gaze from me.

  “Coffee and filters?” I quirked a brow.

  He seemed puzzled as he scanned the kitchen.

  Together we began searching cabinets for the supplies. Absently, distractedly, I replied,” I would have to have a really good reason to. I would essentially be leaving everything behind to do that.” I lazily chuckled. “Billy would probably have a hissy fit, as much as a man can anyways.” My laughter grew at the thought. “He would probably have security stalking me twenty-four-seven.”