by PA Vachon
“I love you, baby,” Ian said as he helped me to my hands and knees.
“Cheek to the mattress, love. This is gonna be a bumpy ride,” Ian chuckled as he kissed my back before slowly reentering my soaked pussy. I moaned as he bottomed out. He felt so much bigger, thicker, longer in this position… I felt as if my body was not my own. It was bliss.
“Baby, as you cum this next time, I am gonna mark you. Do you accept me as I am? Man and grizzly?” Ian asked worriedly.
“Oh, Ian, how could I not?” I breathed out.
“Ok, baby,” Ian said as he picked up his pace again. His cock was thrusting into me as I maneuvered myself back into him. I could feel my orgasm picking up speed again.
With a moan, I felt my pussy start to tighten on Ian's cock. Ian in turn started to kiss his way to my neck, starting in the middle of my back.
“Oh god, Ian. I can't wait. Please, harder,” I demanded.
“Not yet, Lauren. Don't cum yet!” Ian ordered “Almost...”
“Cum now, Lauren,” Ian bit into my shoulder as I began to cum for the fourth time, at the same time he began to cum. I could feel his release hit the opening to my cervix. “Lauren, baby? Are you okay?” I heard Ian ask as he withdrew his teeth from my skin. I collapsed on the bed, face first with a groan.
“Lauren? Lauren, are you...” Ian started.
“I'm good, so good. I need a moment to recover. I am dead. You killed me with orgasms,” I laughingly told him.
Ian lay to my side and gathered me into his arms, kissing my forehead. I snuggled into him and fell into an exhausted dreamless sleep.
Chapter 5
Several hours later, I could hear Ian calling my name.
I awoke feeling well used and feeling something else. Someone else's emotions were welling inside of me.
“Ian, why am I feeling like there are more than just my emotions going on here?” I asked nervously.
“Lauren, that is our bond. I should have told you before I claimed you, but I couldn't think of anything else except for making you mine,” Ian answered.
“While I wish you would have told me what would happen, I’m not mad. I was just confused,” I told him.
A look of relief crossed his face as he bent to kiss me.
“While I would love nothing more than to stay in this bed with you forever, we have to get on the road soon. It's a long drive to our clan's lands,” he said.
'I need a shower before our road trip. Care to join me?” I asked flirtatiously as I headed for the bathroom.
I started the shower, bent at the waist. While I was waiting for the water to warm, I felt Ian come up behind me. He pulled me to him, and I could feel his desire for me again. I was in awe that this handsome man wanted to be with only me.
I turned into his embrace and looked into his eyes. Eyes that were filled with wanting. His erection was poking my belly as he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth becoming turned on just from this man's kiss alone.
“Ian, we have to shower and get on the road, remember?” I said to him as he pecked at my lips with small kisses.
“I know, Lauren, but I need you again. I need you like the air that I breath,” Ian sighed
He released me from his arms, and we entered the large glass shower enclosure. It was one of the splurges that I insisted on when I was looking for a place, and I have never been more glad for the extra room. I would miss it when we left.
Ian gently pushed me under the rain shower head, kissing me slowly and rubbing circles up and down my naked back. I could feel the callouses on his hands doing strange and wonderful things to my nerve endings. I arched into him, searching for a tighter connection. Ian deepened his kiss and backed away enough to get me out of the spray from the shower. He gently lifted me against the tile wall and slowly thrust up into me. With a harsh gasp, I came. I couldn't get enough contact. With my back against the tile wall, I started riding Ian's cock. As he thrust up, I would lower down. Soon we were cumming together with each other's names pulled from our souls. Once we were able to breath regularly, we finished our shower and grabbed two fluffy towels from the hooks near the shower door. We walked back into my room.
A little over thirty minutes later, we were dressed and ready to go. We took my suitcases and one box of memorabilia from my last twenty-five years and we packed it all into Ian's Mustang, which he had gotten back the day before I was released.
Chapter 6
Ian started the car after we had buckled up. He pulled out of the driveway and headed down my street. I watched in the side mirror as we got farther from my little rental. Although it wasn't mine, I felt like I was losing a piece of my life. Ian reached across the seat for my hand and gave it a squeeze.
“It will be alright, Lauren,” he told me as he continued towards the highway.
“I know. I am just a little sad is all. I will be fine,” I replied. We drove in silence for a while, me in my own head and Ian checking his rearview mirror periodically. For trouble, I assumed.
Soon I felt the car come to a stop. I lifted my head from the side window where it had rested as I napped in the car. Looking around, I could see we were at a gas station. Turning to look at Ian I asked, “Where are we, and when did it start raining?”
“Just outside of Fall City, Washington,” he said. “It started pouring about an hour ago. We will be at the compound in about an hour. You slept for quite awhile. You must have needed the rest.” Ian smirked.
“Wipe that look off your face, mister!” I huffed at him good naturedly as I opened my door. Getting out of the car, I made a dash for the store.
“Lauren, what are you doing,” Ian called after me.
“I need snacks asap!” I yelled back to him with a smile over my shoulder as I sprinted towards the small convenience store that was attached to the gas pumps. As I turned to go into the store, a very large, dark haired man came out, hitting me in the shoulder with the door.
“Ouch,” I cried out at the impact.
Ian ran over to me asking, “Lauren, are you alright?”
He shoved me behind him, growling at the unknown man.
“Chill, dude. It was an accident,” Mr tall and built laughingly said to Ian.
“Acciden..., dammit, Trevor! You could have hurt Lauren badly with your giant, meaty paws shoving the door open like that,” Ian growled at the new comer.
“Lauren, baby, come here please,” Ian asked as I was backing towards the car. I did not want to come closer to this stranger but I knew Ian would protect me, so I inched towards his back. I threaded my hand through his arm and said,
“Hi, I am Lauren.”
“Well hello, Lauren, I'm Trevor. Ian and I work in the same business,” Trevor replied. This was said with a slight tilt of Trevor's head and a lift of his left eyebrow to indicate that he was also a shifter.
“Alright kids, let's hit the road. Marcus sent me out to meet you on the road. We are having some issues at home,” Trevor said as he looked around the parking lot of the gas station.
“Issues? What kind of issues?” Ian asked curiously.
“Someone has been testing our boundaries around the clan. We need to get back quickly. Marcus wants both of you on clan lands before dark,” Trevor replied.
“Ok, let's go then,” Ian said as we headed for the car. We got into the Mustang, and Ian started the engine. Once we were back on the road, Ian picked up on my tenseness.
Chapter 7
“Lauren, are you ok? What’s wrong?” Ian asked worriedly.
“Nothing is really wrong, per se. I am just nervous to meet your clan mates. Your family, basically,” I told him.
“You have nothing to worry about, darling. It's all good,” Ian promised.
As we headed around the next bend in the road, I heard a motor rev behind us. I turned in my seat to see a large black muscle car headed for our bumper...
“Ian, look out!” I yelled
“Babe, hold on! This might hurt,�
�� Ian yelled at me from the driver's seat.
The crunch of metal on metal was enough to make my hair stand on end. We were hit hard. The screech of the tires as we tried to gain speed to get away from the other car was deafening. Up ahead, Trevor was trying to maneuver between two large 4x4 trucks that were blocking the road. Trevor’s car zigged around them at top speed. We followed closely behind. As we blew past the black muscle car, which I now know was a sixties model Chevy Impala which looks just like the car that the brothers in Supernatural also drove, I checked my side mirror in time to see that the Impala was gaining speed and bearing down on us. I watched the two drivers from the trucks hop in and start their engines. They then joined the chase. We raced down the back roads at top speeds, some of the curves almost too much for Ian's car.
Once we hit the straight away, Ian opened up the engine on his Mustang and we flew past Trevor's car and fishtailed down the wet road. I watched in the mirror as Trevor took a hit from the muscle car careening towards the side of the road.
“We can't leave him here! We need to help him,” I yelled at Ian.
“Don't worry, babe. The cavalry is arriving. Look ahead,” Ian tried to calm me down.
As I looked out the front windshield, I could see all modes of transportation -- cars, trucks, ATVs, and motorcycles -- headed for us.
“Ian, who are all these people?” I asked with a touch of awe.
“It's the rest of my clan, babe. No worries, yeah?”
As we sped by the oncoming vehicles, I watched out the back window to see Trevor take another hit. Then one of the trucks from our side rammed into the black muscle car. Trevor was able to break away and keep following us.
The rest was played out behind us as we rushed to the open gates at the end of the road. We were finally here. Ian's home. Home with his clan.
Chapter 8
He stopped the car with a jolt, braking hard enough that my seatbelt tightened on my shoulder. That was going to leave one heck of a bruise to go along with the rest of my rainbow colored injuries.
Ian opened his door and stepped out, coming around the hood of the car to open my door and help me out. As we walk towards the main building where several people were standing in the middle of the compound, he grabbed my hand to comfort me. We made our way to a large, red headed gentleman in the center of the group.
“Lauren, babe, this is our clan leader, Marcus.”
“Marcus, this is my mate, Lauren,” Ian introduced.
“Lauren, it is nice to meet you. Although the circumstances could be better,” Marcus said as he gave me a slightly crooked smile.
“You too,” I replied.
“Ian, we need to meet with the others to discuss the issues we have been having. Lauren can go with Regan to get settled,” Marcus instructed as he looked to his daughter, Regan, to get her attention.
“No,” Ian said. “She stays with me.”
Marcus grunted as he turned to go into the main building. “Fine, follow me.”
Once inside, Marcus gestured for everyone to sit at the large oak table in the middle of the room, surrounded by several very large heavy oak chairs.
“Ian, I think that Hatchet has infiltrated the clan. We have many new members who have asked for asylum. I think we have a traitor in our midst. We must get to the bottom of Hatchet’s plans. I do not know why the violence has increased or why he is not concerned with humans finding out about us,” Marcus explained in a deep, authoritative voice.
“Once we find the betrayer, we will have a better idea of what Hatchet is doing. Ian, I need you to go out and find where they are hiding now,” Marcus ordered.
“I will go, but Lauren has to stay with me. I can't leave her unprotected,” Ian replied, “We leave tomorrow after she has had a chance to recuperate.”
The door opened behind us, and Ian turned towards the sound.
“Trevor, I am glad you’re back, man,” Ian said. “I’m gonna need some help later.”
“Whatever you need, man,” Trevor replied, looking a little put out.
Ian gave him that guy chin lift that indicated an answer. I will never understand that one, I mean why not just answer with a yes or no.
Chapter 9
Ian led me towards a small, single-story cottage that was about 200 yards away. It was painted a light gray color with a red metal roof. A chimney rose up off to one side of the building like a sentinel watching, waiting. I loved metal roofs. The raindrops splashing onto the roof during the wet season was one of my favorite sounds. During a hard rain, it was the perfect backdrop to sitting curled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket and a mug of tea or hot chocolate with a fire going in the fireplace. I hoped we would still be here once the rains started. Then we could curl up together in our own little world.
Ian opened the front door and escorted me inside. Once we were inside, Ian closed the door behind us. He showed me through the living room and on into the kitchen.
“Do you want something to eat, babe?” he asked me.
“Nope, I’m good,” I said back with a slight smirk in my voice. “But I wouldn't mind a nap.”
“Come on, babe. This way,” he muttered as he led me down a short hall. “This is the bathroom,” he pointed to the left to the first open door halfway down the hall. “Here is the master bedroom,” Ian teased as he opened the closed door on the right side of the hallway, across from the bathroom. “I hope you can get comfortable.”
“I will be fine. Join me?” I queried smiling seductively at him over my shoulder as I entered the room.
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” Ian muttered as he turned me in his arms.
He backed me up to the bed that was in the center of the room. I didn't get a very good look at the room, but the bed looked big enough for a small army. It was way past California king size. It was more bear sized than anything else. My back hit the mattress as I was lightly tossed down. Ian moved over me and captured my lips in a scorching kiss. I met him stroke for stroke, our tongues dueling for dominance. I rolled, trapping Ian under me with my legs straddling his waist.
“Ian, I need you,” I breathed leaning in to kiss him. “I need you now.”
“I know, baby,” Ian moaned as he grabbed my hips and pushed up into me with his cock causing me to arch up and away from our open mouthed kisses. My center heated as I rode the first wave of pleasure from the friction of our jeans.
Moaning, I moved my hands up to Ian's shirt, struggling to remove it over his head. Finally, Ian raised himself up enough for me to get his shirt off. His hands ran up my back, undoing my bra and skimming my breasts as he worked his hands back down to the hem of my shirt. He lifted the material over my breasts, then over and off of my upper body. We came together chest to chest, skin to skin, the contact making me inhale loudly. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The chemistry that we shared was off the charts. It was as if the room was electrified every time we touched.
Ian ground up into me again. As I ran my hands to the snap of his jeans, I said to him, “Ian, pants off, now.”
Ian lifted his hips, and I yanked his jeans down his legs as I moved down his body. I kissed my way down to his waist, stopping at the band of his boxers. I looked up at him through hooded eyes, unable to believe in that moment that we were connected together forever. Fated mates, soul to soul.
I slowly moved his boxers down his legs and ran my hands back up his thighs. Ian's cock was standing at attention like a soldier awaiting his commands. I took his hard, hot flesh into my hand and worked my mouth slowly down his shaft. Using my tongue, I slid up one side and down the other, leaving a wet trail. I took the head into my mouth and painstakingly worked myself downwards until I had Ian down my throat. With every swallow, Ian groaned. I could feel his dick harden even more as I felt him pull me up. I mewled slightly in protest, wanting to finish what I had started.
“Babe, I don't want to finish in your mouth,” Ian gasped. “I want in your slick, wet pussy”
I moaned
as Ian pulled me down onto his pulsating cock, the full feeling from the day before once again present. I couldn't get enough of him. It was as if we were the only two people in the world.
“Harder, Ian. I need it harder,” I moaned out as Ian lifted his hips and dragged me down at the same time. His length bottomed out at my cervix, the little bit of pain adding to my growing pleasure. I gasped out as he picked up speed, bringing me down onto his dick even harder than before.
“Yes, yes, please, Ian, more! I need more!” I cried out as my orgasm built.
