by Dani Wyatt
“Get that shirt off.” I order. “Then, hands on the mantel and legs open. I want to look at what’s mine.”
I step back and watch as she complies. Slowly, as she bites into her bottom lip, she exposes every inch of her creamy skin. Her soft curves. Her body is all woman, full and lush, while her face is pure and sweet. The contrast has my dick painfully thick under the fabric of my jeans.
She turns and places her hands above the fireplace. The fire is low and warm and I see the flames flicker between her spread legs like a reflection of the heat there.
I want to devour her. Her skin is already peppered with my marks but it’s not enough. I don’t understand this new part of me, this beast that needs to hurt and pleasure her, but I cannot put him away.
“Are you wet?” I ask as she turns her head to try to look behind her. “Look at the fire, not at me.”
I see a slight shudder shake her body as her toes curl and uncurl on the soft lambskin rug before she answers.
“Yes.” A whisper and I’m behind her, running my hands up and down her back. Then I slip them around to cup her breasts and squeeze while setting my mouth on that perfect spot where her neck meets her shoulders, and in that moment I feel her body melt.
“That’s my good girl.” I groan into her soft flesh as I kiss and bite, rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger until her head falls back and she’s pressing her ass back into me.
While she rocks her hips I press my hard on into her, dry humping her ass crack and working her nipples until she’s shaking and barely able to hold onto the mantel. I don’t stop, I drop my hands from her tits and slip them lower until my fingers are between her legs.
“God, Lock...” Her voice shakes and she opens her legs another inch, making room for my hands.
“Yes? You want something?” I leave one hand cupping her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness in my palm as I bring my other hand to rub one side of her ass before cocking back and delivering a slap there and listening to her yelp.
“Please...” She whimpers and I slip my middle finger between her soaking folds and give her ass another round, making her cry out and drench my hand.
“You want more? You want my fingers?”
A vigorous nod has her hair flying back and forth from her shoulders to her face, but she doesn’t say a word beyond the mumbles and whimpers of pure lust.
“What’s the magic word?” I press my lips to her ear and pull my fingers from her already swollen clit, running them up and down the inside of her thigh as the pace of her breathing increases.
She snaps out, “Please. Please.” As inexperienced as she is, we seem to know just what the other one needs and she has no hesitation and so little inhibition now, it only makes my longing for her turn nearly barbaric.
“Good girl.” I intone, my voice taking on a dark tone as I slide my fingers back into her hot slit. She’s drenched and I slip a finger up inside her and move in and out, listening to the wet sounds it makes as I wrap my other hand around her waist and pull her ass hard against me.
I kiss her neck, between her shoulders, then move to the side as I work her pussy with my fingers until she’s alternating gasping and holding her breath. The muscles of her inner walls clamp down and I know she’s close.
Instead of finishing her like this, I pull her hands from the mantel and lay her down on the rug.
“Spread your legs.” I bend her knees, then stand, stripping myself as her knees fall open, showing me her needy pussy.
Her eyes follow my every movement as my cock juts out from my body and I reach down to give it a few calming strokes while I admire her. “Beyond beautiful, Little Wolf. You are perfect.”
She doesn’t say a word as I drop down, press a finger into her slick opening and bring my mouth down on her open folds, rolling my tongue over her nub and making her hips buck upward into my face.
Her juices overflow in my mouth and I swallow with greed, wanting her to be a part of me in every way. I drive my finger in and out of her opening while nipping and sucking her clit until she twists and squirts into my mouth. Her body twitches and bucks as I hold her down and eat her until she’s gone off again and she’s panting and begging for me to stop.
“As amazing as your pussy is, I need to fuck you.” I crawl up and over her. I feel the tip of my cock brush at her hot, soaking center, but I want her to give this to me. “Put me inside you Teah. I want you to bring us together. I want to feel how much you want me.”
She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes sparkle and her hand reaches down to encircle my girth. I’m so fucking hard it hurts as her hand between us guides the head of my dick to her tight opening and pushes it just inside.
“Fuck.” I grit out, feeling the soft wetness. “You know this belongs to me now. All of you. And I promise, I won’t hurt you, Teah. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of us.”
I slip my arms under her waist and up her back, clamping them around her shoulders from behind and holding her steady as I thrust deeper inside.
We kiss and move together, her breasts rubbing my chest as I pound, in and out, until she brings her legs up and locks her ankles around the backs of my thighs.
“Fuck me back, baby. Hard. That’s my girl. Fuck me.” I urge her and she finds another gear, pushing her hips up and down on me as I meet her movements with harder ones of my own.
Her sweet cunt locks down and with one final kiss we fly off together. I grip us tight, keeping the pace as we grind into each other until we are panting and spent. I kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, feeling her fast breaths against my face.
Finally, I slip out of her and curl her into me, breathing the scent of her release for a long moment until she settles and her hand comes up to run through my hair.
“You feel good, baby?” I growl, feeling her soft lines meld into my harder angles.
“I feel so many things. Good is a start.” She giggles and I feel something more growing between us, something beyond this lust, beyond this connection. It’s a familiarity, something comfortable and warm and easy.
We lay there until the fire is barely warm, then I get up and throw a few more logs on and something comes to me.
I walk over to my duffel, pull a notebook out, then go to the kitchen and rummage the drawer to find two pens. Then I make my way back to where she’s laying on the blanket in front of the fire. Her naked body is open for me, beautiful, and it makes me ache for her even after taking her just moments ago, but I have a compulsive need to see what this thing is between us. To prove to us both that it’s as real as I know it is.
“I want us to both close our eyes. Then, I want you to write down what you see.”
I lay down next to her, setting the paper and pen next to her hand.
“What?”
“These visions we are having. I want to prove it’s real. To you, but also to myself. Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Let it come, then when you see something, I want you to write it down. I’m going to do the same, then we will compare what we see.”
She smiles and I pull her back into my chest, spooning her and running a hand down the curves of the side of her body.
“Okay. I’m ready if you are.”
“Okay, my Little Wolf. Close your eyes.”
We both exhale in unison and I cradle her against me, running my thumb back and forth over the soft flesh of her hip, listening to her even breathing.
In my mind, a swirling image appears. I immediately recognize the place. As though a camera is focusing, the small white structure becomes closer and clearer. Trees are blowing in the breeze around it and the door is open.
The vision zooms in, as if someone is watching now through the door, and what I see has me holding my breath, pulling Teah tighter against me.
Her body stills, her breathing halts for a long moment, then her hand comes up and she reaches back, running her fingers through my hair.
“Do you see something?” I open my eyes, the image in my mi
nd burned into my vision as it continues to play forward, my heart speeding as the tips of my fingers twitch against her body.
“Yes.” Her soft voice is full of something that sounds like mild shock. “Did you?”
“Yep.” I answer, shifting and sitting up, handing her a piece of paper and a pencil. “Write it down. Specifics. Details. Then we will compare. I don’t want to influence what you saw by telling you mine.”
“Okay.” She sits up cross-legged on the blanket and begins scribbling on her paper.
I do the same, then when I’m done, I hold the scrap of paper in my hand and wait for her to finish. When she does, I see her swallow, her teeth nipping into her bottom lip as she holds the sheet of paper up to me.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods. Her sea blue eyes cut right through me as we trade the simple sheets of paper that feel so heavy in this moment.
I look down, my eyes soaking up every word and I feel them begin to burn. I feel like I’m floating, and as I look up I see Teah staring down at the paper in her hand. The fingers of her other hand hold lightly on the tops of her lips and her eyes are welling with tears.
“This is...” She looks up, setting the paper down, her shoulders shaking slightly. “It’s real. Really real...”
“Teah.” I’m up on my knees in front of her, the paper she handed me set aside as my hands cover her cheeks. “I have one question.” Her eyes search mine. “In your backpack, is there a white dress? The one you saw in your vision? The one I saw in mine?”
Her mouth falls open, tears drop from her lower lids and traverse down her cheeks onto my hands as she nods.
“Then we’re getting dressed. We’re getting married today.” I gulp down the knot in my throat. “That’s why we are in Chaplain. That church, or chapel or whatever it is. That’s what we both saw, that’s where we are going. You are going to be my wife.”
THE JUSTICE OF THE Peace at Chaplain Chapel straightens his glasses and looks from Teah to me. He’s got to be a hundred years old and barely looked at either of us as we did the paperwork and showed our identifications.
The entire time, I held my breath in fear that he would recognize me and say something. I want Teah to love me for me, not for the image of what I am. In my gut, I know I’ll have to tell her, but not until she’s mine in every way. I just know this is right and nothing in the world will stop me from making her my wife.
There was a moment, back at the cabin, when we were getting ready to leave. She looked at me with such excitement and anticipation in her eyes and asked simply, “We’re crazy aren’t we?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, and smiled at the moment of panic in her eyes. “Everything worth doing is half-crazy I think. It’s our life, Teah. Ours.”
It seemed like that was enough. She smiled and relaxed, and we were soon on our way.
The ceremony is short and sweet. The white cotton dress she wears looks exactly like the one in my vision, her hair falling loose and free around her shoulders. Her feet bare. She’s glowing, sun shining through the windows of the white chapel, and it’s hard to concentrate as I look at her and try to calm the hard on that presses up and out on my jeans as the ancient man finishes up reciting the words he must have said thousands of times.
It’s unseasonably warm today, chasing away the freezing rain and weather in which I found Teah just last night. It seems even mother nature approves of our union.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Our lips meet, and I lift her up and against me, spinning us around and down the aisle, and then out the front door. Teah is kissing and giggling and the vision of her being already ripe with a baby floats through my head.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” She manages in a breathless whisper as I set her down and reach out to take both of her hands in mine.
“Me too. But tell me it doesn’t feel right. Tell me we don’t feel like we fit. Like we’ve been together for a long time.”
“It does. It feels right.”
“You know what else feels right?” I pull her into me, the length of my cock throbbing and painful, desperately wanting her.
“Oh yes? What’s that?” The smirk on her lips is playful.
“Getting you back to the cabin and wrapping that soaking mess between your legs around my cock. Because I know you’re wet, aren’t you?” I bend down and kiss her neck and she arches into me.
“I think that sounds like the perfect honeymoon.”
With that, I scoop her up, yelping and laughing, and carry her to the car. There are a few people on the street and they stop to look at our happy scene and for a second, the fear I could be recognized hits me. But I’m focused on getting her back to the cabin where I can show her over and over just how I’m going to love her for the rest of our lives.
10
Lachlan
I never thought I’d think this, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up with her. I’m thinking she may be the death of me.
After we got back from the chapel, Teah was as ravenous for me as I was for her. When I called her my wife it was like the words set something free. She nearly tore my clothes off, dropping to her knees with a fury before sucking me off, all the while looking up at me with those wide eyes. And to my joy and shame it was only a few minutes before I filled her throat, but I wasn’t done. Oh no. I spun her around and fucked her with such wild frenzy I truly felt like the wolf from our visions.
We discovered new positions and I came so many times I lost count. Even after I collapsed, she sucked me again until I was hard, then took over on top, riding me until she came another few times and to my shock I did too.
When her body was too sore to take me anymore and cum was coating her body, she finally gave up, laying down next to me as we fell into a stupor for a good hour before I woke up, parched.
“You stay right here, I’ll get us something to drink.”
“I don’t think I can walk, so that won’t be a problem.”
I head for the refrigerator, grabbing us two waters and twisting one open, and hear my phone chiming in my bag. I haven’t looked at it since this morning. It’s late afternoon now and the weight of my life outside this utopia suddenly feels like a weight around my neck.
I reach down into my bag, grabbing the phone but not looking at the screen, unable to bring myself to interrupt the most perfect day of my life. I take the bottles back to the bedroom, setting one on the nightstand along with my phone, then hold the open bottle to Teah’s lips, letting her take a long drink.
Her auburn hair is a sex mess as she sits up and I lay down on my side, propped on my elbow to admire her.
“I love you, Teah. I’m as sure of that as I am of anything in my life. I’m going to take care of you. Take care of us. It’s the only thing in my life that has made sense to me in so long.”
Her smile relaxes me and I take a drink of the cool water, feeling it slide down my throat, the scent of her pussy still on my face.
She opens her mouth to say something, but a horn honking outside breaks the moment.
I shift upward, looking out the window of the small bedroom and see a car kicking up dust. Just one at first.
Then another. And more coming down the small dirt road behind those.
More horns, then voices calling my name.
“Lachlan Marcus!”
Teah’s eyes go wide, looking to me and gathering the sheet up and around her naked body.
“What’s going on?” Her panicked voice cuts me. “Who is that?”
“I don’t know.” I’m up and in my jeans in a heartbeat, ready to go to war with whoever and whatever this is that is infiltrating our world and bringing fear to Teah’s eyes.
There are more voices and I go to the window.
“There! I see him.” A man with an enormous camera sees me in the window and brings it to his eye, snapping pictures. “It’s him. Lachlan! Who’s the girl? Who’s the lucky girl from the chapel?�
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My blood runs cold and I hear Teah’s voice behind me, questioning in fear, asking what’s going on.
I back away from the window, grab my phone as it rings again. It’s Beverly.
Teah is staring at me as I answer.
“Hello?”
“Lachlan. It’s all over the news. It’s everywhere. They know about the wedding and they will find you. You have to get out now. I’ve got a security detail heading your way, but they won’t get there soon enough. Go somewhere safe and let me know, I’ll send them to you to get you out. The vultures are coming, Lachlan.”
Her words send knives into my heart as the sounds outside increase.
“Teah, get dressed.” I order, hating the look of fear in her eyes as she scrambles around and does as I say.
More cars, more voices, more cameras flashing and we are trapped. Teah is crying, cowering into the bathroom, questioning me, and all I can do is wrap her in my arms and try to figure a way out of this.
I reply to Beverly as my blood turns cold. “They’re already here.”
11
Teah
“Just stay right here.” Lachlan holds me by the shoulders, his eyes wild as I lean against the bathroom sink, trying to get my bearings. We dressed so fast, I barely even noticed it.
People are outside the cabin, screaming his name. His name.
Not mine, I tell myself. Not mine.
But I can’t hold back the fear, the memories from before. It all comes flooding back. The messiah in the group where my parents lived. That’s what they called him. The man who led us from before I was born until I was ten years old. His visions told us where to go, what to do, what to think. And when I’d shown my ability to have visions as well, I became tangled to him. To the group.
Only, he didn’t have visions. He faked everything. But he validated my visions and I validated his because I didn’t know what else to do. Then, one day, the FBI, the government, came for him and they came for me as well.
