by Haley Weir
She grinned, tears forming in her eyes. “I’d like to see you honor me, starting right now.”
He grinned in response, knowing that they’d never have a normal life, but that he’d love her forever if she’d let him. From his place on the ground, he suddenly saw a golden opportunity. He placed the ring on her finger, and slid his hands around the back of her thighs. She gasped, feeling his warm touch suddenly.
He slid his hands up, under the cotton skirt to the lace panties. Tugging them down to her ankles, he enjoyed her lack of balance that forced her to place her hands on his shoulders. “Archer…”
He ignored her pleading, needing to taste her before anything else. He reached up, putting his head under her skirt and licked her slowly. She let out a whimper, then a scream when he teased her wet, swollen clit. After inserting one long finger, he felt her start to clench around him in an orgasm that seemed to last forever. “Oh god,” he moaned as he tasted her juices which were sweet, like her.
“Archer, please,” she begged. He took one last taste then spun her around against his couch.
“Bend over,” he demanded, and she acquiesced without fighting him. He flipped over her skirt, enjoying her perfect apricot ass. “Mmm, god yes. You’re so beautiful.”
He ran his hands along her soft skin, slapping on her cheeks lightly. She turned towards him, grinning. Then he inserted two fingers into her sleek pussy and the grin dropped off her face, replied by a whimper and a moan. “Yessss…”
He dropped his athletic shorts, rubbing himself twice with a hiss. He was rock-hard, an almost permanent state lately. “Say yes,” he demanded, wanting to hear the words.
“What?” she asked, her question turning to a moan as his cock rubbed her slit, seeking entrance.
“Say yes,” he ordered again, His voice dangerously low, and his grip over his control starting to wane.
He grabbed her hands, entwining their fingers. His finger caressed the ring that was now on her left hand. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” she said, then screamed it as he pushed inside of her. He threw his head back. Her channel was so wet and tight, clenching around him like a glove. It took everything in his power not to cum inside her instantly, but he withdrew and pounding her furiously until he felt her start to orgasm again around him.
Knowing that she was his forever now, he released inside of her, coming in ropes, coating her walls. They hadn’t talked about children yet, but he had a vision of her ripe with child, his child, and suddenly wished they could start a family soon.
“I love you,” he breathed against her neck, their bodies still joined. She twisted, keeping him inside of her and wrapped her legs around him, her rear perched on the couch.
“And I love you,” she confessed, biting his shoulder after the confession.
“We’re not done yet,” he warned her, before picking her up and carrying her upstairs. “Not by a long shot. All those sets and all those shootings…we have a lot of time to make up for.”
She laughed, tugging him down to her mouth. “Where’s your toolbelt?”
His eyes gazed down at her, warm with love and desire. This woman was his kryptonite. She was what made him weak, but also strong. They completed each other. She was his, forever, just as he would always be hers.
THE END
Keaton’s Prey: Moonlight Alphas II
“Elli, I got somethin’ for ya…”
Ellison Reynolds just finished writing down the details of the shot she’d given a rabbit named Francis and turned towards the door. A big smile was creeping across her face when she recognized it was Lou, a neighbor of the Humane Society location where she worked. ‘Hey Lou. What is…?”
Her voice trailed off as she saw Lou struggling to carry a big animal covered loosely in a material that looked like a boat cover. She gulped. Even from her spot behind the desk, she could tell it was bigger than a dog, though it looked canine in appearance.
She looked up to find Lou watching her with a grim look on his face. Softly, she asked, “What is it?”
He looked at the bundle, then back to her. “It’s a wolf…a big one at that. Biggest I’ve ever seen. And it’s a black wolf, which is uncommon for these parts. I’ve ever seen one here.”
She stepped closer to it. Beautiful black fur stuck out from the poor animal’s wrapping. “It’s not…It isn’t…”
“No, it’s not dead…at least, not yet. But it’s struggling. I had to give it a tranquilizer so I could take a look at it. It’s still conscious though, so be careful. Just heavily sedated,” Lou warned, throwing up an arm when she went to lift the cover.
“I’m used to big dogs. After all, that’s really all a wolf is, isn’t it?” she asked, curious why Lou was being so hesitant and protective. He was a big game hunter himself and had likely seen other dangerous predators like wolves in the wild.
In her five years at the Society, she’s never seen a wolf, but she’d seen just about everything else. That was part of the excitement that came with the remote location of her work – she saw anything and everything. While most other shelters saw domestic dogs and cats, Ellison frequently watched over turtles, coyotes, rabbits, opossums, raccoons, and anything else that came into the building.
Though she believed that she could handle it, she knew she would need to be careful, so she spent an extra minute tying up her long, straight blond hair and making sure she had extra tranquilizers. Under Lou’s careful eye, she lifted the tarp and gasped.
While they share the same basic genetic makeup, there was no way this wolf could be mistaken for a dog. It was magnificent – huge and black as night, with a head practically the size of the whole body of most of the dogs in her care. But that’s not what shocked her. She saw instantly that the beautiful animal was wounded severely. Its leg hung at an awkward angle, and there was a massive gash on it’s belly that was still bleeding, although it appeared Lou had put some kind of cloth bandage around the creature’s stomach.
She looked up at Lou. “This wasn’t you, was it?”
Lou shook his head instantly. “No way. Wolves are protected in most areas, and even I wouldn’t attempt to hunt something like this. They keep to themselves, and it’s a shame to see one brought down like this.”
“What caused it, do you think?” She touched the injured limb carefully, feeling around like their resident veterinarian, Dr. Brisa Weber, had taught her. She was pretty certain the leg was broken. Ellison had been taught how to reset a dislocated limb or set a fracture, but this felt much worse. The gash would have to be stitched up, so she grabbed her phone and texted Dr. Weber. Emergency. Come ASAP.
Lou paused for a moment, tilting up his trucker cap and scratching his balding head for a moment. “My guess? Poachers. But I can’t prove it.”
Ellison swallowed back a sense of anger. She hated poachers. It was one thing to hunt for food, but for sport…it was just wrong.
“I should get going. Are you okay with him here?” Lou asked, looking down at the animal and then at her warily. “I can probably have my kid drop by here in an hour or so if you want him to look in on you.”
Ellison shook her head. “I’m good. I’ll just have to keep this guy tranquilized until Dr. Weber gets here. I don’t want to try to set his leg or to stitch him up since the injuries seems pretty major. Thanks Lou. You did the right thing, bringing him here. I’ll take good care of the little…um, big…er, the guy.”
After Lou left, she felt around the animal’s body, but couldn’t discern anything else majorly wrong. She got Dr. Weber’s return text that she was going to be a few hours, and recommended a sedative to keep the wolf knocked out.
She successfully administered the sedative at routine intervals, but when it grew dark outside, she was delayed when a kitten was dropped off by an unmarked van. Rushing outside into the rain, she picked up the little bundle, and looked into its terrified orange eyes. People suck, she thought to herself. Who would drop off a defenseless kitten instead of just bringing it two
more steps inside?
While cleaning up Suzie, the newly named feline, she realized she was a few minutes behind on the next dose of the sedative. She grabbed the syringe and put Suzie into a cage to make sure she was out of danger. Humming with the radio, she flicked off the cap to the needle and turned towards the wolf. It was awake.
Its large brown eyes flicked back and forth from her face to the needle. She fought the urge to scream, knowing it would likely set the animal off. Instead, she breathed out and back in with a hiccup. She froze, waiting for it to growl, howl, attack…anything.
Instead, it just watched her cautiously. It was incredible. This was a wild animal – a beast, for all intensive purposes. And yet, it was just watching her. In the back of her mind, she acknowledged that Dr. Weber probably underestimated how large this guy was, and had underdone it a little on the recommended dosage.
Another thought crossed her mind as she stared into it’s warm brown eyes. Those eyes didn’t seem canine. They almost seemed…human. Telling herself to focus, she took a half step closer, then paused. She waited for the beast to react and when it didn’t, she took another half step. Then she took another, until she was only a foot away. Reaching out slowly, she whispered, “Easy boy.”
Keaton just kept breathing. That’s all he could do: keep breathing in and out...in and out. He watched her small hand move closer, felt the ache in his belly, and noted the lack of feeling in his leg. He knew it was bad. He didn’t need to see the damage that the poacher’s trap had done to him. He felt it every time he inhaled and exhaled. He was dying.
He watched her face, the one bright light in this whole situation. She looked like an angel – his angel. True, she was dressed in scrubs and they weren’t the cute kind – they were shapeless and boxy. They hid any kind of curves that she might (or might not) have. It was also true that her blonde hair was more ash blonde than an angelic gold, but her fair skin and plump pink lips more than made up for it. She was wearing no makeup that he could see, and she was still ethereal. How could he have never met her before? Where had she been hiding? Oh yeah, The Humane Society.
He couldn’t believe he was even in this situation. He was always telling his half-brother Archer that they needed to be careful. He had established rules: no humans, no running in public, watch out for poachers or hunters. And he’d been injured by the very thing he’d warned Archer against – poachers. The trap had caught him by surprise. He didn’t even know that someone had seen him, although that the trap might have been set for any large game, not specifically him. Still, it was irritating that he was in this position.
His biggest concern was that Archer would be alone. Well, he’s not technically alone, he remembered. He had his new wife, Vanessa. But she was human. She would never fully understand what a shifter like Archer would go through throughout his life. Even on two legs, Keaton was more animal than human. He couldn’t stand subterfuge, manipulation, or lies, and he respected honesty, loyalty, and fealty. After all, those are the tenets of a wolf pack. Except that now, Archer would be in a wolfpack of one. He exhaled, his frustration making him blink and sigh.
“Easy, easy there, boy,” her soft voice reached his ears. He opened his eyes again, hoping that she could understand that he wouldn’t hurt her. He hadn’t hurt a human, voluntarily or involuntarily, in a long time. Even the thought of hurting her made him physically ill. Well, more ill than he currently was, with his belly ripped open and his leg broken.
She stared directly at him, her blue eyes looking at him warily while his brown ones tried to convey trust and honesty. It must’ve worked, because her hand started to reach out again. When she finally touched his fur, he fought the urge to groan. She stroked the soft black fur at his neck where a collar would’ve been if he were a domesticated animal, and not a wild creature, untouched by human hands.
It felt like heaven. And if he was going to die, this was the way to go out. Her hands rubbed him slowly and methodically. It was soothing. He felt his body shudder, and then relax completely. His breathing evened out. It was like a Shiatsu massage capable of total body stress relief. Keaton forgot about the pain everywhere in his body and focused on her hands, and the soothing tones coming from her mouth.
“You’re such a pretty boy…yes, you are. All this black fur, and you’re so soft…so warm,” she murmured in even, breathy tones. He fought the urge to flip over and expose his belly, something he taught himself not to do, and yet, the only reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to scare her away. It had nothing to do with being exposed or vulnerable: as quickly as he knew he could never hurt her, he realized that she would never hurt him.
Then he felt the quick jab of the needle, and knew she’d given him another dose of the sedative. He hated the feeling, but understood why she’d done it. He was a wild animal, and massive at that. She’d be a fool if she didn’t keep him tranquilized. He felt the haze of it cross his vision, heard her hums, and then he was out.
When he came to, he saw that another woman had entered the room. Unlike Ellison, who had a hidden, subtle beauty, this woman was a knockout in every sense of the word. Her natural curly auburn hair was down and free, making her look like a mermaid. She had an hourglass figure, visible even through her white vet coat. Had he had any humor left within him, he would’ve laughed about the fact that he felt like he was in a porno. She was the adult star, sultry and seductive, and she was working with her virginal co-star, innocent and wide-eyed, to do something nefarious with him.
Then he overhead what the doc was saying. “Elli, it really will be the best thing for him. He’ll feel no more pain. I mean, look at him…that poor thing.”
Without opening his eyes, he felt Ellison’s gaze on him. He felt her eyes wash over him like a healing rain. Please, don’t be saying what I think you’re saying, he begged, wishing he could open his eyes. But he wanted to avoid another heavy dose of the tranquilizer.
She waited for a moment, and then responded in a firm voice, “I’m not putting him down. I can’t. I think he’s much stronger than we know, than what we’re used to. He can pull through this.”
The vet seemed to disagree. “He has an eight inch long incision made from some kind of metal that could’ve been rusty or carrying who knows what types of bacteria. The chances of infection are high, especially because of the location. Even if I sutured him up, the minute we released him, he’d tear it open. And it’s not like I can just put a cone on him like a regular dog. Plus, how would he feed? He would die of starvation long before he’d die from the wound.”
There was another moment of brutal quiet. “What if I kept him here?”
The other woman laughed, the sound sultry and intoxicating. But it only made him long for the effect Ellison’s laugh had on him the first time he heard it. He desperately wanted to hear that sound. All he wanted to do was take his human form and make her laugh somehow. The vet answered her in an honest, low tone, “Elli, I love you. But you’re too kind. He’s a wild animal, likely with fleas and other carriers. And I’ve never heard of black wolves inhabiting in this area, so he’s probably from somewhere else. He could be carrying the viruses and diseases from that location. It wouldn’t be safe to keep him here – not for you, or for all the other animals. Besides, he would need constant care.”
Keaton fought a grimace. Dr. Weber made him sound flea-ridden. I am not, he thought indignantly.
“What if I kept him in the new addition in the back in my office? It has a few big kennels that I can open up to make a comfortable space for him. I’ll let him out separately from all the other animals to keep them separated. And yes, of course I won’t touch him without gloves or sanitizer. Please, Brisa. Just look at him. I can’t kill him. I won’t.”
He stayed perfectly still as he felt both of their perusals. Look harmless, he told himself. Just because he knew that he was likely dying didn’t mean he wanted to be put down ahead of schedule. He needed time. Time to see Archer and Vanessa, time to get his affairs in order
. If he could just have a day, he could hopefully fix everything.
Brisa sighed. “Alright, but I have rounds out of town this week. So you’ll be on your own until next Sunday. I’ll show you how to administer the sedatives, medications, change his bandages, and care for both wounds. But you’ll have to devote a lot of time to him.”
Ellison responded instantly, “Of course, thank you.”
Yes, thank you, he thought, hopefully passing the message onto the two women telepathically. Thank you.
Ellison watched out of the corner of her eye as the big, black wolf stood shakily for the first time since he’d been brought in. She gulped. He was even larger standing up than he’d appeared laying down. He was twice the size of a Great Dane, and twice as fuzzy. The wolf was the size of a small horse, and his massive, intelligent head was cocked towards her.
She grinned. “You’re welcome, buddy.”
The wolf took another two steps towards her and she wondered why she wasn’t scared. Obviously, it had to do with the fact there was a chain link divider between the kennel and her desk, but it was more than that. She just didn’t feel terrified around the beast. He seemed so calm and gentle, even now that most of the sedative had likely worn off. She stopped administering the shots and switched to pain medication a few hours ago. She hadn’t wanted to tell that to Dr. Weber, but she didn’t intend on sedating him again unless it was necessary. He was wild and unused to medications like that.
When he took two more slow steps and sat his butt down, she realized that he was close enough that if he poked his nose through the holes in the fence, he would only be a foot away from her arm. She had to remember that he could be dangerous. He could be rabid, or try to bite her, take down the fence, or injure himself. Instead, he just sat there, looking so much like the domesticated dog that he most certainly was not.
“You’re trying to distract me, and it won’t work,” she warned with a smile in his direction. “I need to get these files done tonight, and technically, you’re in my office right now.”
