by J. E. Cluney
I set up the picnic blanket on the top level in the barn, pushing the barn window open so we could overlook the horse fields. I snuck a few berries as I waited patiently, enjoying the sight of the horse fields doused in moonlight. They moved around slowly, some grazing, many sleeping. I spied my most recent mount for the barrel races in the nearby town grazing over by the tree line with his companion. My mount had been a bay horse with a white blaze down his face, and his companion was a grey mare that very few ‘wolves rode. She could be a piece of work at times, nothing like my eager-to-please gelding. Dasher and Violet. No idea where she’d gotten her name from, she’d been here since I was a child. Dasher had been bred from our paint stallion, but he didn’t carry his flashy colors so he was kept as a riding horse rather than being sold off.
I sprawled out on the picnic blanket, unbuttoning my shirt as a cool night breeze kissed my skin.
I waited with pent up excitement and eagerness. Tasting Taylor again after all this time, I couldn’t wait for it. To feel her warm body against mine, to explore her sweet, soft skin, to make her cry out in pleasure.
I groaned as my length pushed against my jeans once more. Just the thought was maddening.
And then I caught her scent as she pushed through the heavy barn door, and I called out to her to let her know where I was.
I waited patiently, and the sight of her in a denim shorts and an oversized black shirt only made me more needy for her.
She grinned as she saw me, her eyes rolling over me and taking in the setting I’d created just for her. I wanted her to feel special and loved tonight.
She walked over, her long, slender legs glowing in the faint lighting.
She carried with her the scent of the forest and fields of lavender, and if I closed my eyes, I could picture her dancing amongst the purple fields down past the cattle fields.
She kicked off her boots, a defining piece of her everyday wear, those old, black ankle-high boots she always wore. But then she pulled her legs up before her and hugged her knees, watching me with keen interest.
I showed off the berry platter I’d made up for her.
She tossed a few of the blueberries back. She’d always been fond of the blueberries, many times I’d caught her when we were teenagers in the kitchen, her mouth stained with blue as she stole some from the fridge. Many times we’d gone down to the berry fields and strewn a picnic down, making sweet love between the berry shrubs followed by a feast on them.
I took over as I caught her hand when she reached for more. I loved tending to her, feeding her as I would my mate. If I were to take a mate, I wanted it to be her. But it wasn’t possible, our ways did not include multiple mates, and I worried what our traditional Pack would think of such an attempt.
She raised an eyebrow at me as I selected some strawberries for her. I’d always adored their sweetness, and I wanted to taste them upon her lips as I kissed her.
I fed her slowly, my body throbbing and aching for her as she dragged her lips across my fingers each time she took a berry from me.
We spoke about Richard’s proposition, and I could sense her nervousness about it. I could feel her need to fight back, to prove she was more than just a prize. She was so much more than she realized. Those emerald eyes were dark as she contemplated what lay in wait, and the sudden need to protect her, to keep her safe, washed over me.
I promised to protect her alongside my two Pack mates as I lay down beside her and cupped her cheek, searching her eyes for the fire I knew lay there. It flickered and glowed before me, defiant to the end. She would never be his, no matter the ruling. I knew that right here and now, and it made my stomach twist.
We spoke about the issues surrounding this proposition, and the inability to get rid of it. We could only hope Lawrence could handle the situation.
I wished I hadn’t brought the topic up as her eyes stormed while she mulled it all over. I wanted her to enjoy tonight, to feel bliss and love, to savor the moment.
I brushed my lips against hers, asking permission to deepen it. Taylor was a sexual being, but if she didn’t want it, I wouldn’t force myself upon her.
She moved forward, catching my mouth in a hungry kiss. I moaned, feeling the heat radiating off her body, the scent of our arousals emanating from our bodies and dancing in my nostrils like the scent of a cool sea breeze.
I pulled up her shirt and traced the muscles in her belly. She’d always been toned since we were young, but I could feel the newfound strength and power in her body since she’d been training. She had grown far stronger, but the needs and desires she’d had before were still as fiery as ever.
And I wanted her, needed to taste her as I covered her body with my own, holding myself up with one arm as I kissed her passionately, our tongues battling one another as I tasted the strawberries and blueberries she’d eaten. So sweet and perfect.
She ran her hands up my chest, her soft, gentle fingers touching my skin and sending sparks through me. And then she gently pinched my nipples and I moaned, enjoying the sensations. Something she’d learned a long time ago that I loved. Now she took advantage of it, my body desperate for more of her sweet touches.
When I began sliding my hand around her back, she arched up, giving me the space I needed to adeptly unclasp her bra with one hand. I’d mastered the art form of it over the years of making love to her, loving the sight of her supple breasts.
I couldn’t help but grind into her once, then twice, loving the feel of it as she arched up into me.
Things escalated from there, and we made, sweet, orgasmic love overlooking the horse fields.
I worshipped her delicious pussy until I’d made her gasp and moan in utter delight and pleasure, before finally allowing myself inside her.
I brought her to a second incredible orgasm with me, and then we both cuddled into the blanket, our bodies entwined in the moonlight.
Having her home again meant the world to me. We had to find a way to make her stay. I couldn’t go without her again. I wouldn’t.
“Why would you want to leave us?” I murmured as I lay down on the hay, using my shirt beneath her to give her more comfort.
“Nathan,” she groaned. “It’s not that I want to leave you guys, I want to do more with my life.”
“Can’t you do that here?” I pouted, and she just smiled up at me as she held her arms open.
She was already down to just her underwear, and I rolled my eyes over those perk little breasts as she beckoned for me to win her.
I wore only a pair of grey briefs, and I knelt down, cocking my head at her.
“Let’s just enjoy this,” she murmured, and I drew in her delectable needy scent.
“Hard to enjoy it fully when it could be one of the last times,” I admitted.
“You’re talking as if I’m going off to war and never coming back,” she sighed.
“Hunting rogues is close enough,” I muttered.
“I won’t be hunting them right away, and when I do, I won’t be alone. Neema will help me while she trains me. You trust her, don’t you?”
I frowned down at her, hovering over her on all fours. Of course I trusted her Aunt. she’d more than earned it. She was a renowned Huntress. But I still didn’t have to like it.
“See?” she poked her tongue out. “Even you can’t deny she’ll take care of me.”
“I’d rather you not be in that situation,” I murmured.
“God, just shut up,” Tay groaned, pushing herself up to kiss me.
Fine. If she wanted to put this conversation on hold, then so be it. We still had time to sort through this. I’m sure I could get Jaye and Scott to back me. With the three of us, we should be able to keep her here. Where she belonged.
I sunk down, our legs entwining as our naked chests pressed together. Her perk little nipples pushed into me, and I rubbed against her, loving how she shivered in delight as we deepened our kiss.
“Do you love me?” she breathed as we broke apart.
“Yes,” I murmured, ducking my head to nip her neck softly as i ground my hard length into her thigh.
Damn, how good it’d feel to finally be inside her.
“Then let me do this. I’ll still love you, and I’ll come back. I just need to do this, for myself,” she said, a moan catching on the end as I moved to grind into her panties instead.
I hated how she said that. Of course I loved her and wanted her to be happy, but surely she could be happy here. Why’d she need to leave? And why was she still so intent on being a Huntress? She’d spoken of it often over the years, but I always hoped it’d go away.
“I don’t want to let you go,” I said huskily as I slid down her body.
She moaned as I licked her nipples, suckling on them and pulling them gently. Then I continued downward, kissing along her naval before finally settling on the edge of the panties. I slipped them off, slowly and teasingly as she splayed her arms out.
Her hot arousal filled my nostrils, and I dove down to taste her.
Her soft mews made my cock throb hard, and I reached one hand down to work my briefs off, exposing my manhood.
I nuzzled her clit, sliding my tongue as far inside her as I could, loving the exotic taste of her juices. So wet and needy, so tangy but sweet. I loved the way she tasted, unlike anything else before.
I suckled her clit, her moans growing louder as I used one hand to slip a finger inside her.
I was glad it was mid-afternoon, no one would be around the barn until later for feed time. We’d have a fair while to ourselves if all went to plan.
I caressed her g-spot, and a glance up offered me a perfect view of those erect nipples and perk breasts as she arched up.
I worked her slit with expert hands, and it didn’t take long for her to be tossing and arching, crying out as her climax flooded my my mouth. I happily drank it up, and then I moved up to hover over her once more.
“Let’s do this again, but this time, you’ll do me too,” I suggested.
She nodded eagerly despite still getting over the waves of bliss as she quivered.
I turned and positioned myself so that we were in the sixty-nine position.
Her warm mouth enveloped my length and I cursed, catching my breath as her soft fingers worked my balls. Her tongue twirled around my length, stroking it and flicking the tip gently.
I’d be lucky if I lasted long enough to give her a second orgasm.
No. I’d make myself last.
I licked her clit, loving how her body shuddered at the sensation. My fingers got to work as I focused my mouth on her clit, suckling and licking it, changing up my speeds as she gasped and moaned around my cock. I moaned and struggled not to thrust into her face, and her fingers crept to the sensitive spot behind my balls but before my ass.
She stroked me there, and I couldn’t help but work faster at her, desperate for her finish so I could cum.
Her soft moans filled the barn as her body tensed up, and I switched my mouth to her slit and used my thumb on her clit, desperate to taste her second climax.
She bobbed her head on my length fast, her hot mouth feeling amazing as she ran her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.
She cried out as she came, her mouth opening up as my cock sunk deeper inside.
The sensation of it slipping down her throat was all I needed as I came, her hands gripping her thighs as I tossed my head back.
She choked, and I quickly rolled off her as she she sat up.
I lay dazed as I looked at her while she swallowed me down, and then she joined me, sliding into my arms so that I spooned her.
“Next time, try not to choke me,” she chuckled.
“sorry,” I managed to smile as I nuzzled her back.
“You’re lucky my gag reflex is pretty shit,” she snorted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you. How’s roast lamb sound?” I offered. I would happily make her dinner.
“Will there be sex on the side?” she murmured.
“Of course,” I laughed, holding her tight as my length grew again. “But, how about we jump to desert now, this time, I won’t choke you.”
She moaned as she pushed her ass into me, and I reached forward to slip a hand between her legs.
I guided myself into her in this position, and then I massaged her clit as we began another round.
I’d miss this if she left. And not just the sex, but all the talks and laughter, the movie nights, the meals we shared.
I’d hate not having her, I’d feel like a part of me was lost.
But for now, I’d enjoy making love to her.
6
I awoke with a start as a rush of cool early morning air flooded through the open barn window. It took me a moment to realize Nathan was gently saying my name.
“Mmm?” I mumbled sleepily. With the shifts I worked, I usually slept in to eight or nine in the morning. A glance out the open barn window informed me it was not even dawn, the sky going shades of grey as the sun considered peeking over the horizon.
“I need to get to work, sweets. I can take you back to your room?” he offered, his warm breath washing over my cheek and making me smile groggily.
“I’ve got my own legs, I’ll head back when I’m ready,” I mumbled, pulling the picnic blanket up under my chin.
“You might not want to stay here, hun, the boys will be here to start feeding the horses,” Nathan reminded me.
I groaned as I tried to cling to the comfort of sleep that was fading away.
“Here, let me,” he murmured, his strong, warm arms sliding under my body. I didn’t protest as he lifted me up bridal style with the picnic blanket still wrapped around me.
He’d gotten dressed at some point, and I blinked and stared at him through hooded eyes as I contemplated falling back asleep in his arms.
Then I was grinning stupidly as he leaped out the barn window, landing gracefully with me still in his arms.
Show off.
“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed. You must be tired,” he murmured, and I nuzzled into his chest in agreement, loving the scent of both of us mingled into his plaid button-up shirt.
I spied the odd Pack mate wandering past us as the ranch slowly came to life in the early hours of the morning. A fog had settled on the lower fields near the water, and I drew in the crisp, morning air.
Before I had a chance to register the sweet walk back from the barn in Nathan’s arms, I was being tucked into my bed, the sheets cold and empty as Nathan made sure I was nestled under the blankets. I wanted him to lie beside me and hold me again, to fight off the coolness of the sheets. But he had work to do, and with a gentle kiss on my forehead, he left me to succumb back to sleep, delicious scenes of my boys filling my dreams.
I awoke quite sweetly, feeling the presence of someone in my room. But it was comforting, and I smiled as the bed shifted under a weight and arms slipped under me to hold me against a solid, large chest.
“I missed you,” Scott murmured, the scent of the forest and wood shavings filling my nostrils.
“I missed you too,” I mumbled, still not quite awake but enjoying his warmth. His large, tree trunk arms were wrapped around me as he nuzzled my back and kissed my neck softly.
Scott was the largest of my boys, in more ways than one. His huge hands encased mine as he held me close, his warm, muscular chest pressed against me as his legs wrapped in mine. He was built like a lumberjack, funnily enough, considering his prowess at woodworking and building.
I turned in his arms, sighing at the sight of him snuggled into my bed, shirtless already.
It took me a moment to realize I was stark naked after my night with Nathan. Where had my clothes ended up? A quick glance to the foot of the bed revealed my clothes from last night hung over the end, and I already knew Nathan had left my boots on the floor without looking.
“I was excited to hear you were coming home, it’s a shame as to why though,” Scott sighed as he cupped my face, his calloused thumb running over my lo
wer lip and sending a tingle through my body. Those deep, chocolate eyes soaked me up, delving into my very soul as he stared at me lovingly.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Nathan and Jaye have already had you, I wasn’t too thrilled when I got sent on patrol as soon as you returned,” he pouted.
I stroked his bushy beard, loving the grisly feel of it beneath my fingers.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back,” I said softly as I took in his darker eyebrows as they knitted together. His cropped blond hair was a new look, normally it was longer and slicked back to add to the lumberjack look he sought. Well, I could only assume he sought it, he pulled it off so well.
I nudged forward, pushing my body against him, my gentler curves merging with his harder angles. I could feel his solid, thick belly against mine, that of a professional wrestler if you were after a comparison.
“How was the patrol?” I asked, drawing in his musky, forest scent. The aroma of all kinds of wood relaxed and excited me.
“Good, I got stuck at one of the bottom gates, manning it for a while. I made you a welcome home gift,” he grinned as he reached behind him to pluck something from the bedside table.
His expression turned to pride as he held the wooden wolf out to me. But what captured my breath was the perfect coloration. Carved from some sort of red wood, it replicated my own red-brown fur that I sprouted when I shifted. And this carved wolf was posed, caught mid howl.
“It’s beautiful,” I gasped as I accepted the perfect piece of woodwork from him. I turned the wolf over in my hands, taking in the finer details of the fur, the closed eyes and snout.
“Thanks, I figured you could use another one for your collection,” he rumbled with a deep chuckle, and the sound excited and calmed me all at once.
Scott had always had that effect on me. The bulky werewolf was caring and sweet despite his appearance, and I adored his softer side.
