by Sky Winters
“Do you want to come now?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad. I’m not done with you yet.”
Cameron pulled her up on all fours, back toward him, positioning himself between her legs. She gasped loudly as he entered her, forcing his girth inside her slippery pussy with one powerful thrust. His hands moved beneath her again, grasping her full breasts in his hands and kneading them as he fucked her from behind. Their combined groans filled the room around them. Mandy whimpered as his strokes grew more eager, pounding her from behind until they both shattered into shards of orgasmic bliss.
“I love the way your muscles constrict and squeeze every last drop of pleasure from me.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” she replied, her head still resting against the pillow as she collapsed down onto the sheets beneath her.
“Come on. Let’s show you what I’ve created,” he told her, standing. He playfully pulled her ankles so she was halfway off the bed.
Mandy stood and looked at him, taking the hand he offered and following him to the full length mirror situated on one side of the bedroom in her apartment. He turned her around slowly so that the mural he had created on her back was visible and handed her a small mirror so she could see. Mandy looked at it, speechless. It was incredible what he had done with just paint markers on bare skin, but what really took her breath away was what he had written in the center. It said “Mandy and Cameron FOREVER” and below that, just above where he had signed his name with a flourish was “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice full of emotion.
“I know you do. I love you more than anything in this world, Mandy.”
She smiled happily up at him for a moment before looking back in the mirror at the beautiful vines and exotic flowers he had created around two caricatures of them. It wasn’t his usual dark and erotic style art—which he sold like hotcakes at local art shows and galleries—but it was special. She hated that it was something that she would never be able to keep.
“Here, let me take a picture of it. That way you’ll have it forever,” he said, as if reading her mind.
Mandy watched as he retrieved his cell phone from her bedside table and snapped a few photos of his masterpiece. Then he kissed her. It was the kiss of a man in love, a man she intended to spend the rest of her life with. Cameron was not like any other man she had ever met and perhaps that was why her love for him had grown so fast and so fierce. The art was short lived, washed away in the shower, where they made love once again. This time, slowly, softly. It was magical. Not a doubt existed in her mind that he was her destiny.
Chapter Two
Time seemed to stand still when Mandy was with Cameron. They never argued or even disagreed for that matter. Their similarities were so many and their differences virtually non-existent. Mandy often found herself just looking at him, watching him as he moved or spoke. The quiet moments when he was reading or painting and unaware that her eyes were on him were the ones she cherished.
Just like now. He was absorbed in his laptop, talking with a potential buyer on Skype regarding some art she wanted to purchase for her studio. Mandy sat looking at him, at the way his bright green eyes sparkled in the glow of the backlight. She noted how his wild curly brown hair wisped around the nape of his long, slender neck. He was delicate but powerful. He was beautiful.
“What are you looking at?” he said with a huge smile, looking up to catch her watching him.
“You.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to. I like looking at you.”
“I like looking at you too,” he told her, closing the computer.
“I didn’t realize you were done.”
“I am. I have something else on my mind now.”
“Yeah? What is that?”
“Fruit. I’m hungry.”
“Oh,” she replied in a disappointed tone.
“Fruit that I intend to eat from your naked body.”
“Oh!” she said a bit more enthusiastically.
“Get undressed for me. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Mandy did as he asked, spending the next hour being used as a fruit bowl, a wildly ecstatic one, at that. Cameron took his time enjoying his little mid-afternoon snack, including giving her multiple mind-numbing orgasms with his commanding tongue and eager mouth, before licking her completely clean. She marveled that their sex life had not waned in any way, not gotten stale or mundane. Instead, every time with him was even better, more delicious.
“I thought we might go away for the weekend,” he told her as they lay there in the afterglow.
“Yeah? Where did you want to go?”
“My parents have a place up in the mountains. I like to go up there from time to time and, you know, just cut loose. I can’t really run free here like I do there, so I like to go and let my hair down sometimes.”
“You mean let your tail out, don’t you?” she laughed.
“Something like that,” he said. “I want you to come with me. You’ve never seen me shift before. Are you ready for that?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s hard to think about that part of you. I can’t imagine what it will be like, so I don’t know how I’ll react to it at first, but it doesn’t bother me about you. I’d have never gone on the site if I was concerned about that part of it.”
“Yes, I can imagine that it’s different for someone like you. Especially for someone who has never seen it before, but I want you to see it when I can show it to you in a controlled environment and not because I’m forced to for some reason. You’ll be spending your life with a man who sometimes turns to a wolf and, one day, when we have a son of our own, you’ll need to understand his gift, as well.”
“I…I don’t know what to say. I’ve never heard you talk about having children before.”
“You do want children don’t you?”
She smiled widely at him. “Of course I do. I think you and I will have beautiful children.”
“I think we will too.”
Mandy’s heart felt as if it might burst with joy. Not only had she found the right man, but he wasn’t just some player who would use her and move on like so many of the men she had met before. This one was here to stay. He loved her and wanted to have children with her. Finally, she had found what she’d always wanted and each day she spent with him only felt more spectacular.
“Then you will go with me this weekend?”
“Yes. Of course I will. I can’t wait,” she told him, leaning over him to kiss him softly.
He pulled her down closer to him, kissing her softly before pulling away and getting out of bed. She watched as his perfect naked form padded across the floor and into the bathroom. A moment later, she heard the faucet running in the tub. Getting out of the bed, she started to pull on some clothes, intending to wait for him until he finished with his bath, but she was interrupted by the sound of his voice.
“Well, are you going to join me or not?”
Mandy smiled and made her way toward the bathroom, dropping the clothes in her hand onto the bed as she passed. Stepping into the large garden tub, she sat between his legs as he took his time washing her with a soapy sponge. She breathed slowly in and out, overcome with how wonderful her life with him continued to be.
“We should spend the night at my place sometimes,” he told her.
“Yes. I like your place. I don’t know why we spend so little time there.”
“It’s just more convenient here during the week. It’s closer to my studio and your work. We could start staying there on weekends when we don’t have to make the commute though.”
“That sounds good.”
He ran the sponge down her arm. “Eventually, we’ll need to decide where we want to live.”
“What do you mean? We both have places.”
“Together, I mean.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Perhaps not today or tomorrow, but when you feel comfortable with it, we should decide which
place we want to keep or if we want to get rid of both and find a new place.”
“You mean live together?” she asked, her heart racing.
“For starters.”
Mandy leaned her head against his chest and smiled. The implication was clear. All this talk of moving in together, children. It was only a matter of time before he would propose to her. It felt incredible to be wanted, to be loved. No one had ever been this serious about their feelings for her and she found that she returned that love wholeheartedly.
“That sounds wonderful,” she said happily.
“I’m glad you think so. Now, let’s get out of this tub. It’s getting cold and we’ll be pruney.”
Mandy laughed and climbed out, grabbing a towel to dry off and handing him one to do the same. They made their way to the bedroom to get dressed before heading back into the living room. Cameron returned to his laptop, doing some sort of research, she assumed. She headed off to the kitchen to make dinner for them, all smiles at how great life with Cameron had become.
Chapter Three
“This place is beautiful,” she marveled as they pulled onto a gravel road leading up toward the base of Mount Evans.
“Isn’t it? I loved this place when I was a kid.”
“I’m sure you did. How old were you before you knew you could shift?”
“Oh, not until my teens. Before that, I was just a normal kid, or so I thought, running around these peaks and valleys. Once I learned who I was, what I was, it took on a whole new meaning though.”
“How so?”
“It was just different. I saw it through the eyes of a wolf, not those of a boy.”
“I guess that’s something I can’t understand really.”
“I wouldn’t want you to understand it fully. It’s not entirely a pretty picture.”
“Were you traumatized by learning about your true nature?”
He shrugged. “No, not really. It was just a different way of life.”
Mandy wasn’t quite sure she believed that but it wasn’t something she felt she should continue to explore with him. If he wanted to elaborate on it, he would do so when he was ready. She was relieved when they pulled up to his parents’ large rustic cabin so that they could just let the conversation fall away naturally.
“This is it!” he said happily. “Mom and Dad are going to adore you.”
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“Don’t be. Mom is a sweetheart. Dad, well, he’s a bit of a salty dog, but you’ll like him.”
“Salty dog? That’s funny.” She grinned at him.
“I thought so,” he said with a chuckle, getting out of the car and running around to open her door, ever the gentleman.
They walked up to the door, hand in hand. It swung open before they could even knock, a large smiling woman greeting them with open arms.
“It’s so good to see you, son! And this must be the lovely Mandy we’ve heard so much about,” she said, hugging them each in turn.
“Yes, Mom. Mandy, this is my mom and that hulking giant behind her is my dad,” he said, smiling at the huge shadowy figure standing just behind her inside the cabin. He stepped forward and Mandy’s breath caught in her throat. He was a huge man, well over six five, she was guessing and broad, but not fat. He was all muscle. Cameron was about six two and slender. He looked very much like his dad, but was dwarfed by him.
“It’s nice to meet the both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Trousdale,” Mandy said politely.
“Oh, honey. We aren’t formal at all around here,” his mother said. “Just call us Sam and Anita.”
“Okay. Thanks,” Mandy said, smiling nervously.
“Mandy, go on in with Mom and I’ll get our things out of the car,” Cameron told her.
“I’ll help you, son,” his father told him, waiting for Mandy to slip inside the door before trotting out behind him. A moment later they returned with bags in hand.
“Just put those up in the guest room,” Cameron’s mother told them before turning toward Mandy. “We aren’t those old fashioned kind of parents that are going to make you stay in separate rooms. Don’t worry.”
Mandy could feel the heat of her embarrassment rise up her face as she attempted an awkward smile. She was grateful when Cameron returned to rescue her from her discomfort.
“So, Mandy. Cameron tells me that you’re an editor at the local newspaper,” his father said as he sat in a chair across from where Cameron joined her on the sofa.
“Yes. I’ve been there since I graduated college.”
“He says that’s how you met,” his mother added.
Mandy glanced curiously at Cameron, who squeezed her hand lightly and addressed his mother on her behalf.
“Yes. She was editing a piece on one of my art installations and contacted me to get some additional information to clarify the writer’s article,” Cameron told them.
“Must have been love at first sight,” his mother commented.
“Pretty much,” Mandy replied, unsure as to why he had lied. It was something she had never known him to do before. Still, she chalked it up to him having his reasons. She would ask him about it later when they were alone. She also noted that he quickly changed the subject.
“So, Dad, have you been getting any fishing in lately?”
“Here and there, when I can. Your mother keeps me busy around this old place with her endless honey do lists.”
“Hardly. He likes to blame me so people don’t know what an old nester he really is. He’s done nothing but create projects for himself.”
Sam laughed and shrugged in response. “Damn woman is always telling my secrets. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d have kicked her to the curb three decades ago.”
“You couldn’t survive this world without me, old man,” she shot back playfully.
Mandy smiled at them. It was easy to see where Cameron got his sense of humor. The relationship between his parents seemed lighthearted and happy. It only made her even happier to be with him, knowing that he was cut from the same cloth as such a happy marriage.
“Oh, good grief. I’m being rude. I haven’t even offered you anything to drink and it must have been a long ride.”
“I’m fine, really,” Mandy told her.
“I’d like some of that lemonade I know you have stashed in the fridge, but I can get it,” Cameron told her, getting up and trotting off to the kitchen. He returned only seconds later with a large glass of lemonade on ice. He took a few sips and offered her a drink. “Here, you have to try this.”
Mandy took a sip, knowing it was more about him knowing her so well than about the lemonade. He knew that she was just too polite to ask his mother to get up and get her something to drink, so he did it and shared with her. It was his nature to make sure she was taken care of, whether she asked him to or not. It was just one more thing she loved about him, how attentive he was to her needs in all aspects of their relationship.
“It’s delicious,” she told him.
“Want me to get you a glass?” he asked.
“No. I’ll just drink yours,” she teased, taking another sip.
“Sounds about right,” he laughed, kissing her on the cheek before turning to his mother. “What’s in the oven, Mom? It smells delicious.
“You know what’s in there. Your favorite. Pot roast with all the trimmings. I trust you brought your appetite with you.”
“You know I did,” he said with a laugh.
“Just try to leave enough for Mandy,” she laughed.
“Always do, Mom,” he replied, putting his arm around her and hugging her close to him.
A half hour later, they all settled down at the dinner table and enjoyed what might have been the best home cooked meal Mandy had eaten in a long time. The conversation was lighthearted and loving. Mandy could only see it as a good omen for what her life with Cameron would be like. There was always this fear with any woman that the man you chose to spend your life with would change, become someone you couldn�
�t accept, but if the relationship between his parents was any indication of things to come, she could only see a wonderful future with him.
Later, after they had retired for the night, she lay her head on his shoulder in the double bed of the guest room, tracing her fingers lightly across his chest. He stroked her hair lightly with one hand as he sighed.
“I know you’re wondering why I lied to my parents.”
“Yes,” she responded, wondering, as she often found herself doing, if he could read her mind.
“They’re just old fashioned and very secretive about the shifter part of our lives. They would be livid if they knew I had just put it out there for strangers to see. I hope you understand.”
“I do. It makes sense.”
“I’m afraid it will have to be our one secret, our one dishonesty,” he told her.
“It will be then.” She lifted her face to his, kissing him.
They made love slowly and quietly so as not to be heard down the hall. He was gentle, tender. Each touch, each thrust only made her ache for him more. She had never felt so loved, so complete in her entire life. Cameron was the man of her dreams. There would never be a time when she didn’t want him like this, with all of her being. Their bodies rose and fell in perfect unison in a passionate dance of ecstasy until they quaked with orgasm. Finally, sated, they fell asleep in one another’s arms, waking the next day to sunshine streaming through the bedroom window.
The weekend was incredible, their bond sealed with long walks along the trails and long talks with his parents. Every bit she learned about Cameron’s life, from his childhood to well beyond, only made her love him more. On their last day there, he showed her his true self, shifting into a large gray wolf before her eyes and trotting off into the forest. His wolf form was every bit as playful as his human side, darting back and forth to show off for her. He had a distinct white streak running down the side of his face, and he nuzzled against her when she stroked her fingers down it. Finally, he shifted back to his human form, standing naked in the remote area where he had stripped down to change.
“You’re beautiful,” she told him breathlessly.
