Little did King Sven know he would never find her. Carden had returned with two rabbits for them to share and a few handfuls of berries. Zuzulla was thankful for the berries, she knew they would hold her over until the rabbit was cooked. Carden made a small fire and began making dinner for the two of them. He sat next to the fire close to Zuzulla.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home,” he asked.
He had thought about what she had said while he was hunting and he wanted nothing more than to take her back to the Highlanders. He knew that the two of them would have to go off on their own for a time, at least until the searching stopped but he wanted the Alpha to change her. To make her like him. He had not felt this way about a woman in over a hundred years and he didn’t want to lose her.
“I’m sure,” she answered.
That was all that Carden needed. He was going to make her his. He lifted the cloak off of her body exposing her pale skin. She shivered as the cold air touched her, but Carden took her in his arms sharing his warmth with her. He gently laid her down on the grass.
“There is something I need to tell you,” he said, looking in her eyes and he held himself above her. She slid her hand down his thick biceps, “What is it,” she was completely focused on him.
“You have two choices, I can take you to the King of Kigom and I don’t know what he will do with you. Or I can tell him I have captured you, but are going to keep you for myself. Your father will be distracted just as the King wants and you can go with me.”
“I want to go with you,” she answered as she opened her legs for him allowing his body between them. Carden tugged at his pants, releasing his throbbing cock as if it was a caged animal. Zuzulla slid her hand up the length of his shaft and ran her thumb over the tip just as he had done her breast. Carden drew a deep breath as a growl grew deep within him.
“If you want to go with me there is something you need to know. We will have to go to my people, then we will have to hide until your father stops looking. Once you join us you can never leave.”
He could see the confusion on her face. He wished that he knew how to explain it better, but he could not focus. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and was pulling him toward her with everything she had.
“I’ll never leave Carden,” she said, looking up at him begging him to take her with her eyes.
“Princess,” Carden pulled back away from her and he could see the disappointment in her eyes, “I’m not finished. You need to understand, my people they are the Highlanders.”
Her legs fell off of his waist as she looked up at him. Her mouth was open, but she was making no sound and her eyes darted back and forth as if she were trying to comprehend what he was saying.
“Highlanders,” she mouthed without saying it. Carden sat up between her legs, he could see the wetness begging him to touch it, but he knew she was going to panic. There had been too many stories told about his people, they had taken part in too much horror over the years.
Carden looked at Zuzulla as she rose up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she was giving her body to him.
“I don’t care what or who you are. I want to be with you,” she whispered in his ear.
Carden lowered himself down onto his elbows and placed his hands in her hair. He looked into her eyes for only a second and saw nothing but the truth lay in them. Carden pressed his lips hard against hers devouring her like an animal that had not eaten in weeks. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of a woman wrapped around his cock he was almost shaking with anticipation.
Carden moved his hips until his cock was in line with her entrance. He wanted her right then and nothing was going to stop him from making her his. He began to push into her slowly. He could hear her trying to control her breathing and knowing that he was causing her pain, he did not force himself inside of her.
He was gentle and caring. Looking into her eyes as he entered her body. When he was completely inside of her he slowly began to withdraw his cock. He could feel her pussy walls, adjusting to him, stretching in order to contain him. Carden let out a deeper growl than before it was going to take everything he had to contain the beast within him. To remain gentle but he was determined. It was not long before Carden was ready to cum and she felt his hot fluid pouring out of him inside of her body.
“It gets better,” Carden said once he had caught his breath, “the first time is the worst.”
He began to feel bad about causing her pain, he had seen a tear drop fall out of her eye, but he knew that from that moment she was his. Carden slid his cock out of her and sat up. She slowly sat up beside him, obviously sore from stretching to accommodate his cock. Carden lifted her hand, “You’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours,” she said, smiling at him. Carden lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit it hard, sinking his teeth deep into her flesh. Zuzulla’s breath caught and then pleasure filled her body. It was almost as wonderful as the orgasm he had given her earlier. He slowly pulled his teeth out of her and licked at the wounds causing them to instantly heal.
“You’re marked,” was all he said. Intuitively Zuzulla knew the double meaning those words held. She was marked on the outside, and now his on the inside as well. They sat by the fire and ate their dinner. Once they were full they realized how exhausted, they were. They walked into the cave still completely naked and completely unashamed, curled up on the floor of the cave together and fell asleep, his protective hand resting on her stomach where his seed had taken root.
THE END
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Possessed by my Military Stepbrother
The wind picked up suddenly and tossed the h
em of her sundress north of her waist. Ashley clapped her hands down on top of it but not before she was certain that Clint had gotten an eyeful of her white thong from his vantage point on the porch. She turned to look at him and sure enough, he was staring right at her. She tried to smile nonchalantly but the look in his eyes said more than she was ready to hear.
Had he been any other guy on the entire planet, she could have turned that little accident into quite a fun evening. But she had to tread cautiously around this one. After all, he was the son of her mother’s new husband.
At the wedding a couple of years ago, she had caught him leering at her low-cut dress in between sneaking beers from the bar. His brown eyes always flashed fire when they got too close to her and she had tried to ignore the fire in her belly that flared up whenever she was near him. It was easier to keep her distance, but sometimes family functions made that very difficult.
Their parents were hosting a Labor Day weekend barbeque so their attendance was expected, depending on her class schedule and his training schedule. She was about to start her junior year in college and he was shortly headed off to Ranger school.
The afternoon was hot out by the pool and even her little sundress felt like too much clothing. Clint was obviously feeling some sort of heat as well, since he slowly stripped off his polo shirt, never breaking eye contact with her.
He had always been lean and fit but her eyes widened when she saw the results of his weight training from the last few months. His biceps were cut and his abs looked positively lickable. She tried not to drop her wet margarita glass. She knew he noticed the color rising in her cheeks but turned away anyway.
She faced the pool and tried to calm the butterflies that threatened to break a rib from the inside. After just a moment, she caught a whiff of outdoorsy musk and knew that was he was standing right behind her.
“Ashley?” It seemed even his voice had deepened since she saw him last.
“Oh, hey there Clint.”
“Don’t ‘hey there’ me. I just wanted to tell you I appreciated the show and thought you would appreciate one in return.”
Her cheeks blossomed pink. “Mine was an accident; yours wasn’t.”
“You saying you didn’t like what you saw?”
“What? No, I didn’t mean… Well, it’s not that… Oh crap. You know what I mean.”
He laughed, “I know exactly what you mean.”
He dropped into the lounge chair beside her and motioned for her to sit as well. She perched on the edge of the other chair and sipped at her drink.
“Looks like you’ve been working on your tan this summer.” He stared straight ahead as he tried to make conversation.
“A little here and there.”
“I’ve been working on the body.”
“I see.”
“Yes you did.”
“Clint! You know what I mean!”
“Oh c’mon now. If we were just two kids hanging out, you know we’d hit it off.”
Ashley sighed deeply because she knew he was right. They would have hit it off great and would have been one good-looking couple. But reality was not in their favor.
“Clint…” she began. “We’ve talked about this. You know we can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t anything.”
“You saying you’re not interested?” He still had his sunglasses on and was not even bothering to look at her.
“I can’t answer that.”
“That’s an answer too.”
She sighed again and sucked the last of her frozen margarita through the tiny red straw.
“Easy girl, don’t pull too hard.”
“Clint…” He was a hopelessly horny guy. From the security of her sunglasses, her eyes swept from his toned legs across his rippled abs and all the way up to the wavy blonde hair.
“What if no one ever found out?”
“They always do.”
“But what if…”
She had had about enough of his questions and the margaritas had made her brain a little less than reliable. She stood up from her chair and turned to face his. She deliberately placed one foot on either side and bent over until she was right next to his ear.
As her firm breasts brushed his bare chest, she whispered to him, “You’d be screaming so loud that everyone would know.”
He sat there, open-mouthed, as she sauntered away and back into the house. He turned to watch, her long chestnut ponytail bobbing in rhythm with the swaying of her backside, and he groaned deep in his throat. He knew she was right but he could not stop the twitching under the fly of his khaki shorts.
Once inside, she stopped to gasp for air. She was going to get in hot water before she knew what happened. One more drink and they would be screaming each other’s names, she just had a feeling. The feeling had started low in her belly when she felt his eyes on her bared ass, thanks to the wind. But when he removed his shirt and then came over to sit next to her that same low burn spread down from her stomach to rest in her pussy.
A wave of guilt swept through her. In all of his tanned gorgeousness, he had made her forget about Sam back at school. Sam had been her boyfriend for almost a year now. He was a nice guy, truly, but there was something less exciting about Sam the business major than there was about Clint the Army Ranger.
The barbeque was a pretty casual affair but well-attended so that Ashley was able to avoid Clint, for most of the night. Eventually the sun set but did not take the Florida heat with it. The crowd had thinned out and soon it was only Ashley and Clint left out in the backyard. She had had several more margaritas, and was unable to prevent the situation successfully. It helped that he had put his shirt back on, but not by much. The white sleeves still stretched tightly over his tanned biceps and she had to fight the urge to run her nails down his arm.
“Hey again,” Clint sidled up to her.
“Hey.”
“So what was that about earlier?”
“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Ashley, come on. You lean up against me and start talking dirty? And then tell me it doesn’t mean anything?”
“What? You can’t handle taking what you’ve been dishing out?”
It was Clint’s turn to stammer, “Well, I, uh, see, um… Well, you’ve always been pushing me off.”
She pressed herself into him, her full breasts against his firm chest. The handful of margaritas made her sway slightly, making his pupils dilate and his cock twitch.
“You looking to push me off?” she murmured softly.
“Yes. No. I, um, well…”
“That’s what I thought.”
She ran one nail lightly down his arm, sending goosebumps dancing across his skin.
“You sleep well, stepbrother.”
Clint groaned and watched her climb the stairs. He moved towards the stairs, hoping to catch another glimpse of that tiny white thong. All he could see was the bottom curve of her smooth ass cheeks and he licked his lips, wondering how firm they would feel under his fingers or between his teeth.
When she slipped under the covers that night, Ashley remembered how his shorts bulged against her in the kitchen a few minutes ago and her thighs tightened against the urgent ache in her pussy. Her fingers drifted inside her panties. She rubbed her throbbing clit as she imagined how hard and thick his cock was, and she moaned softly as she shuddered through her temporary relief.
In the next bedroom over, Clint thought he could hear moaning but he could not be certain. His chest still tingled where her breasts had pressed up against him and his fingers itched to grab a handful of her ass and pull her down on top of him. As he imagined her swaying up the stairs, his hand slid under the sheets to squeeze his waking cock. As it stirred under his touch, his thoughts drifted to having her in the bed with him. He could almost see her full pink lips wrapped around him. When his brain put together the moans with the fact she was alone, he released into his own shorts.
The next
day both Ashley and Clint avoided eye contact or any real interaction. She headed back to school and he headed off to Ranger school.
She had missed Sam over the summer break but there were no fireworks that set her on fire. He was such a good guy though and she hated to lose anything real over some fantasy about a guy she was not even supposed to want.
Sam had a flare for creative dates which she greatly appreciated. Sometimes they went to random art gallery openings, other times he would surprise her with miniature golf or an amusement park. He was even attentive in bed, making sure that she was not left unsatisfied. But regardless of his attention, she found herself wanting Clint and urgently fingering herself at the thoughts of him.
Clint was having a great time at school on his own. Well, as great a time as a young man can have with people barking orders and punishing his body in ways he could never had imagined. But the weekends were an all-out party with the guys. He liked taking home the girls that hung around the military bars but they always seemed so empty even as he pounded into them. It always left him feeling like he had eaten white rice when he was in the mood for steak.
Several months passed as Ashley and Clint tried to get past their thoughts of each other, and the holidays were fast approaching. That meant happy family time with everyone together. Ashley felt a thrill in her chest when she imagined seeing Clint but her stomach always sank at the reality of who he was. Clint was just as conflicted, simultaneously longing to throw her down on the bed and longing to just skip the whole tortuous weekend.
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