by Cara Wylde
“Mmm…” she moaned when she felt the tip stretching her slowly. “Such a tease.”
She knew he was doing it on purpose. Max could have slammed into her and made love to her hard enough to break the bed. He was a wolf-shifter, and she was no human damsel. Her hybrid strength and resistance matched his. The only difference between a shifter and a hybrid was that the hybrid couldn’t shift. Other than that, they were on the same level.
She bucked her hips, and Max couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to be patient, he wanted to make this unique moment last, but they both needed it too desperately. In one swift thrust, he was buried deep inside her pussy. A grunt escaped his parted lips when he felt her walls clench and unclench around him, ready to milk him dry.
“Oh, please…”
He had already hit that divine spot which could make her tremble and whisper his name, and she wanted more. She was willing to beg for it.
Max closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lower lip. The sight of her gorgeous, curvaceous body had almost made him come, and that was the last thing he wanted. Avelyn’s pleasure came first. Always. He wouldn’t finish before her. And, yes, he had enough stamina to fuck her all night, but that still didn’t mean he’d ever allow himself to finish before her. Not even once, and certainly not by mistake.
“Yes, right there!” She was screaming now. And she didn’t care. It felt so good. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck me! Don’t stop. Max, harder. Please, harder!”
“Baby, you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me…”
A string of pleas and curses left her lips as she arched her back, dug her nails into the mattress, and came on his cock. One second later, he came as well, his hot seed filling her to the brim. A second, smaller orgasm shook her to the core, and she hugged the pillow to her chest.
Max stayed like that, still buried inside her, for a few long minutes. It felt too good. Her pussy throbbed around him, her breathing came in quick, short gasps, and her body was so soft and open that he never wanted to let go. He never wanted to be separated from her.
Avelyn was the one who moved and changed their position. As she turned to face him, she chuckled at the feel of his seed drip out of her and onto her legs and bedsheets.
“You’ve made a mess, mister,” she whispered against his lips.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
They were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. Now that they’d both had a quick release, they could actually take the time to enjoy the real thing: slow, sensual lovemaking.
Max cupped her round, heavy breasts, massaging them through the expensive bra. He watched her intently as she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and threw her head back in an invitation to kiss and lick her neck. He knew he could drive her insane with lust just by blowing cool air over the heated, sensitive skin between her jaw and her collarbone. And if he really wanted to torture her, then he’d lick the shell of her ear and bite her earlobe. After ten years of marriage, it was safe to say Max knew how to satisfy his wife.
Avelyn ran her hands up and down his arms, then all over his chest and abs. When she reached his crotch, she noticed his cock was just as hard as before. One of the best things about being married to a shapeshifter was that physical exhaustion was almost a myth. Her Max didn’t even need time to recover. He could go at least three times in a row before showing any interest in sleep. And she could take it. Oh, she could definitely take it.
Carefully, he undid her bra and rolled the straps down her arms. Max was crazy about her breasts. Big, full, and heavy, with dark pink nipples that turned as hard as pebbles under his soft touch. He leaned down to take one between his lips and suck on it gently while using his fingers to play with the other. He loved the little moans and sighs she made. The more he kissed and nibbled on her nipples and breasts, the more Avelyn opened up to him.
This time, he took things slowly. He removed her corset, kissed his way down to her soaked folds, and enjoyed her whole body thoroughly. He made sure no patch of exposed skin was left untouched.
Avelyn loved the attention, but her hands and lips were also itching to please him. After fifteen minutes, she pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. It was easier for her to do her thing when he relinquished control. He didn’t seem very willing at first, but when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned in to kiss and bite his neck, he caved.
She explored every ridge and valley of his perfectly ripped body. She bit one of his nipples, making him shudder and try to push her away. She laughed, blew cool air over it until it turned hard, them made her way down his taut abs, following the line of soft black hair leading to the engorged prize between his thighs. Avelyn made herself more comfortable, pulled her hair over her left shoulder, then took the dark pink head in her mouth. She sucked softly at first, just to tease him and give him a taste of what was to come, then closed her eyes and dived down, taking in as much as she could. He was huge. His cock was so long and thick that she’d ended up with an aching jaw more times than she could count. It didn’t matter. It was always worth it. Now, there was the added bonus of tasting herself on him. The thought that he’d already been inside her, and he’d soon be again, could almost make her orgasm.
“Avelyn,” he whispered. “If you keep this up…”
She let his cock slip out of her mouth, so she could look up at him.
“What? You’ll come in my mouth?”
“Mmm… yes.”
She grinned and squeezed the base of his shaft.
“I want you to.” She started moving her hand up and down in long, wide strokes. “I want to swallow all of it, then I’m going to straddle you and ride you till you fill my pussy again. How does that sound?”
A low, animalistic growl coming from deep inside his chest was all the answer he could give her. There was no way he could put into words what Avelyn was doing to him, how she was turning him on and making him forget the rest of the world even existed. What world? She was his world. She and their wolf pups. But this was not the time to let his mind wander to their three sons. No way.
“Good,” she whispered. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
She started sucking him fast and hard, giving him all she had, using one hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed, and the other to pump the base, where her lips couldn’t quite reach. She hummed and moaned around his cock, rolled her tongue over the head every time she needed a breath, and she had him growling and squirming under her in minutes. When he shot his seed down her throat, she swallowed greedily, then licked him clean, making sure she didn’t miss one delicious drop. Seconds later, she was on top of him, her legs on either side of him, rubbing her wet, glistening folds up and down his length.
Max looked up at her, smiled, and cupped her breasts, massaging and kneading, and pinching her nipples until her cheeks flushed red and her moans filled the cabin. He took a deep breath when she grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance, then released it slowly as she lowered herself, her pussy enveloping him whole. She was tight and warm, and much more soaked than the first time. Some of his seed was still dripping out of her, making everything deliciously slippery.
Avelyn imposed a slow, sensual rhythm, moving up and down his cock, rolling her hips, arching her back, and pushing her full breasts against his skilled hands. She smiled at him, ran her hands through her long, reddish-blonde hair, then all over her neck, chest, and stomach. She was putting on a show for him. She knew her Alpha wolf loved her when she proved she could be just as confident and dominant as he was. In fact, it was one of the reasons he had insisted in marrying her when everyone else kept saying she wasn’t right for him. It was all history, now. They belonged to each other, they were truly happy, and the rest of the world had been wrong all along.
“My love,” he whispered. “My goddess…”
She bit her lower lip.
“You like this?”
“Never stop.”
She had no
intention to stop. His thick shaft was massaging every inch of her pussy just right. She leaned forward, placed her palms on his massive chest, and looked him in the eyes as she slightly changed the angle. Now, the hard, engorged head was hitting her G-spot every time, and she soon started bouncing faster and faster, moaning and scratching at his chest, almost crying in anticipation of an overwhelming orgasm.
Max was staring at her as if he were in a trance. His hips rose to meet hers, and his hands went to her waist to help her keep a steady pace, but he allowed her to move as she pleased, express herself freely, and take what she needed. She was so beautiful when she let herself go, when she abandoned herself to her own pleasure.
“Oh!” she yelped when he thrust his hips upward and hit her G-spot harder than before. “Yes!”
The next thing she knew, she was screaming, losing her rhythm, and riding him erratically. The orgasm exploded inside her core, and the waves of mind-blowing lust and release spread all over her body, turning her stomach to mush, and all her muscles to jelly. She felt as if pure, liquid love had replaced the blood in her veins.
Max couldn’t hold himself back any longer. As her walls clenched and throbbed around him, he held her hips down, pushed his cock as deep inside her as it could go, and shot long, hot streams of seed at the entrance of her womb.
Avelyn collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled against his chest, breathing cold air on his heated, sweaty neck. She moaned in delight when he kissed her temple. His cock was still inside her, still hard, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They would’ve stayed like that the whole evening, and through the night, if they hadn’t been so hungry. After the marathon sex they’d just had, being famished made all the sense in the world.
“Did Kevin take care of dinner, too?”
Max chuckled. “Yes. We have cooked food for three days. We’ll have to heat it up ourselves, though. I would’ve taken a maid and a cook assistant with us, but I bet we can manage without.”
Avelyn lifted herself up just enough to look at him lazily.
“You know… not everyone grew up in a castle, like you, with servants, personal chefs, and all that. I still remember how to change the bedsheets and heat up the food. I haven’t cooked in too many years, fair, but if you provide the ingredients, I bet I can provide a veggie stew or something.”
“Veggie stew? But, baby, I can hunt for some game.”
“I’d rather you hunted for some carrots and potatoes. Sure, it’s Christmas, but that doesn’t mean we have to make it our job to put on extra weight.”
Max slapped her butt playfully. “I wouldn’t mind it, actually. I’d just have more of your gorgeous self to hug.”
“Ha!”
She sat up, let his cock slip out of her, then jumped out of the bed. She didn’t bother looking for her clothes. It was nice and warm inside the cabin, the green, red, and yellow lights in the Christmas tree were reflecting in the windows, the fire danced happily in the fireplace, and they were isolated enough to afford walking around naked. They hadn’t done it in ages! Since they had become parents, to be more exact.
“Come on, let’s see what Kevin left in the fridge. I’m starving!”
Max joined her in a heartbeat. Leaving his own clothes abandoned on the floor, he stepped behind her and studied the open fridge over her shoulder.
“Roast wild goose and mashed potatoes?”
“Sure.”
As he helped her take everything to the table, he stopped in front of the window. It had started snowing.
“Baby, look.”
Avelyn’s blue eyes went wide with excitement.
“Please tell me we’re going out later.”
“We are.” He winked. “I have a surprise for you.”
CHAPTER THREE
After they ate, showered, and got dressed, – in fact, only Avelyn got dressed, – they stepped outside, on the porch. Their eyes quickly adapted to the darkness of the mountains and forest. The full moon rising high in the sky reflected beautifully in the white, immaculate snow. Avelyn could swear she was in a fairytale. She was almost on high alert for winter fairies to pop up from between the tall, green firs. She’d read enough fantasy novels to know the fairies of the Winter Court were not the most pleasant folk to have around.
“Where are we going?”
Max took a couple of steps through the tall, thick snow. Despite being naked, he didn’t feel an ounce of discomfort. His strong, healthy body enjoyed being in the middle of the forest, almost knee-deep in snow. The harsh wind circled Max as if they were long-time friends.
“Told you it’s a surprise.”
Avelyn cocked and eyebrow and waited for him to shift. There was a nice ride ahead of her, and she couldn’t wait to feel the rush of adrenaline as Max sped through the trees, avoiding obstacles and jumping over fallen logs. Back at the Schloss, they made sure to go for a ride at least once every two weeks. When he was in his wolf form and Avelyn up on his back, they felt such an intimate connection that they could easily say they might choose it over sex. Fortunately, a ride through the woods surrounding their home usually led to a quick tryst by the waterfall. They couldn’t make love in the castle, but they could ask Jocelyn to make sure the wolf pups stayed inside while they were out.
The sound of cracking bones snapped Avelyn out of her trance. Wide-eyed, she watched Max fall on all fours as his body changed and transformed. His muscles grew, his bones glued themselves back in a different shape, his face elongated, and fur grew out of his skin pores. In a matter of seconds, he was not a man anymore. He was a mighty wolf, almost as tall as a horse, but much stronger and faster than one. He turned to Avelyn. His dark green eyes were the same.
Avelyn squealed and ran to him. She was glad she’d been inspired enough to leave her winter coat inside. It would’ve only hindered her movements as she climbed on his back and held on to him tightly. She dug her fingers in his thick pelt, and squeezed her hands into fists.
Now that he was in his wolf form, Max couldn’t communicate quite as easily. Since Avelyn was a hybrid, they did have a sort of telepathic connection. If they both focused hard enough to control their thoughts, they could hear each other clearly.
“Hold on.”
“I’m ready.”
The black wolf sniffed the air, and once he got a sense of direction, he dashed through the trees. The crisp winter air hit his nostrils, and he inhaled sharply. His lungs filled eagerly, like two jugs that had been left dry for too long, and when he exhaled, his breath was visible in the night. But even more amazing than that was feeling Avelyn’s warm weight on his back. To make it more exciting for her, he jumped over a log, avoided two trees at the last second, then stopped on a hill overlooking the valley below. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a long howl at the full moon.
Avelyn screamed in excitement. Her whole body was covered in goosebumps, and it wasn’t because of the cold. Max’s howl had shaken her to the core, opened up her heart, and brought tears of joy to her eyes. She couldn’t howl, but she could sure scream and laugh her head off. When he howled a second time, she threw her own head back, let the wind play in her red, messy hair, and imitated him.
They were two crazy lovers, a wolf-shifter and his mate, having fun and howling at the moon. Nothing wrong with that. It was a good thing this part of the Black Forest Mountains was mostly closed during periods with heavy snowfall. Avelyn knew where Max was taking her. She could hear the waterfall in the distance. Of course he’d take her there. His surprise was to show her Triberg Falls on Christmas night, when the tourist trails were closed, and no one was allowed near these parts. It was simply too dangerous for humans. But not for shifters and hybrids.
Five more minutes of running, dashing, and raining fluffy snow all over Avelyn every time the wolf’s paws left the ground, and they found themselves on the platform, in front of the majestic waterfall. Max lowered himself to the ground and
helped his wife jump off his back. He shifted so he could hold her hand as they both gazed upon the natural wonder that was Triberg Falls.
“Did you know it’s the highest waterfall in Germany?” he asked.
She shook her head gently.
“Well, it plummets down a 163 meters mountain slope. If you want, we can go up there. The view must be amazing.”
“It’s breathtaking as it is. Let’s just stay down here for a while.”
He hugged her from behind. It was a good thing no one was around to see them. The sight of a lightly dressed woman and a completely naked man surrounded by ice and snow could be unsettling, to say the least. Yes, humans knew about the existence of shapeshifters and hybrids, and all was well in the world since the two races had set their differences aside and made peace, but some things were still not allowed in public. Like walking around naked and shifting with an audience.
“I love it,” Avelyn whispered.
“It’s much bigger than our waterfall back home.”
She smiled. “No, you know what? This one is mind-blowing, but I love ours more. Because it’s ours.”
“It doesn’t even have a name.”
“I don’t care. We might as well name it ourselves.”
He laughed wholeheartedly. “It’s no more than a stream of water falling down some rocks into a muddy pool.”
“I remember it bigger and more impressive than that.”
“Well, it does hold personal meaning…”
“That’s why we should name it.”
“Alright, what do you want to call it?”
Avelyn shrugged. For a few long minutes, she was lost in the enchanting view. The icy water fell in dramatic waves, rising clouds of foam on the rocks and the surface of the pool below. The noise it made was deafening, especially for her sensitive ears. She didn’t mind it. In fact, she loved how it drowned everything else, even her erratic thoughts. Standing there, on the platform, in the heart of the mountains, with her husband’s strong, protective arms wrapped around her, Avelyn could sink into herself and meditate. Being a mother was a blessing, but she had to admit she needed this. She needed the peaceful landscape surrounding her, and she needed the loud waterfall to erase all worries from her mind.
