“And today.” He looked back at Remy and his hand tightened, warm and insistent. “Today I can say with confidence that we are home. Your Alpha has found his mate, and her name is Remy.”
“Remy! Remy!” Cries rose up from the benches, a solitary voice at first but with each repetition, a new voice joined itself to the cry. Soon, the entire pack was shouting her name, stamping their feet, and stretching their hands to her. Some even added “Alpha!” to the cry. Those who saw her in the village fighting in the snow carried the loudest voice of them all.
Blake held his hand up for silence. “But today belongs to you. Today is a day when our dead must be mourned and honored. Brothers, sisters, sons and mothers, go now to be with those you love.” He was speaking to the pack but it sounded as if he were speaking only to her. “Hold them. Cherish them. Tell them that they mean the world to you.”
***
Alone now, the two of them walked hand-in-hand out from the Wolfden. They were tired but their happiness could not be held back. Remy leaned against Blake’s strong shoulders and took in his scent—rich and familiar. He was hers, now and always.
“Do you remember where we first made love?” he kissed her brow and brushed the hair out of her eye.
“In that clearing… we ran their in our dreams.”
Suddenly he was a wolf again and Remy needed no words to understand what Blake’s wagging tail said.
Follow.
She ran after him, chasing the morning sun as it rose in a fiery panoply of colors, glittering from the soft snow. When they finally came upon the clearing where they first touched each other, where they first felt each other, Blake stood naked on the bed of moss, holding strips of leather in his hands. The boyish grin on his face told her what was about to happen and she bit her lips coyly to tease him.
“Turn around.” His voice insisted.
Remy prepared herself. She closed her eyes as Blake tied her hands behind her back and then blindfolded her eyes.
Thrust into the darkness, Remy breathed as she waited for Blake to approach her. Knowing her desire, he deliberately teased her by staying silent as he moved around the bedroom, keeping her on edge.
The anticipation alone was making her wet.
Suddenly, when she least expected it, his voice drifted from behind her.
"Tied up, blindfolded, and in need of my touch. Isn't that right, Remy?" Blake's voice whispered in her ear as his hand slowly moved along her body, running up her stomach and dipping in the valley between her breasts.
She gasped and whimpered. The lack of sight was maddening. Each time Blake's touch came to her, it was always a surprise. It became a game of cat and mouse. She tried to anticipate where he would go next, and he would do his best to surprise her.
His hot lips hovered around her ear, whispering the things he was going to do to her as his hand massaged her breasts. His breath moved down her neck and she shivered in anticipation. The wet tongue brushed against her skin. A slight moan escaped from Remy's lips as Blake's tongue circled her nipple.
She felt a shuddering breath against her nipple and whispered. "Yes..."
"What's that?" Blake's voice rumbled against her chest. "Louder, Remy, so I can hear you."
"Yes." She repeated herself.
He moved up, muttering as his lips traced along her neck and kissed her chin until his voice hovered over Remy's blindfolded eyes as his hand reached behind to tighten the restraints around Remy's wrists. "Tell me, Remy... what do you want?"
The warmth of his body against her was intoxicating. She was falling, slowly but surely into his grasp again. Her mind turned blank and after several deep breaths, a single word came forth. "You."
"Hmm." She could see him smile in her mind. And suddenly his lips were pressed against hers and she sucked on them slowly, running her tongue over them and exploring the insides of Blake's mouth.
She felt his hands on her body once more, hovering just over her skin. Slowly, they descended between her legs and opened them. She moaned as Blake squeezed her thighs, trembling in anticipation for his fingers to enter her.
But he pulled away at the final second and she whimpered for his touch.
"Not yet." He pried her legs back apart, caressing her as he did so.
His fingers feathered her skin, light and airy. She arched her back and bit her lips as they teased her skin, sending small titillating ripples over her body. They moved slowly over her sensitive nipples, touched lightly between her rising breasts, and moved for a brief second under her chin. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or moan.
Her arms struggled against the light yet simple restraint that Blake placed on her.
She felt his fingers inching towards her hot clenched muscles. But he never touched her no matter how close he came. And when she felt herself maddened by it all, he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her up for a kiss.
He planted several small kisses on her upper lips. And then his fingers returned, moving down her body and finally teasing between her legs. Remy moaned and gasped. It was a sensation that she had never felt before. The gentleness of it made her skin super sensitive. Everywhere Blake touched left behind a trail of goosebumps that Blake kissed away.
Soon she found herself writhing under his light touch with tears welling up from her eyes. When he pulled away, she inched forward--her body begging for his return. A patch of wetness was flowing out from deep inside her and she panted ever so slightly.
He rested his head against her breast, steadily kissing towards her pussy. She opened her legs slightly. But just as Blake reached the top band of Remy's panties, he pulled away.
"Please..." She breathed. "More."
He said nothing but his hand found the small of her back. Slowly, he guided her up until she was on her knees.
His finger explored the space between her legs, creeping closer to the delicious pulsing warmth and giving it a gentle stroke before pulling away.
"Please," she begged as she struggled against the restraints again. If only she could see!
His hands moved behind her and she felt the restraints tightening just a bit more, pushing her breasts up and forward. Blake reached forward and nibbled Remy's ear as he hugged her close and rubbed his hand all along her body.
He pulled her back and laid her gently on the bed again. His hand pushed her legs apart but still they refused to touch her. She whimpered again and felt his finger pushing into her mouth. But just as she tried to closer her lips around it, Blake pulled it away, teasing her.
The lack of sight increased her other senses. She smelled Blake's arousal. His musky odor filled the air and she knew it was only a matter of time before he could no longer help himself. The wetness beneath her was growing and Remy opened her legs further.
Finally, she felt his hands cupping her mound. Yes! Yes! She cried in her head as he stroked her deep and hard.
Suddenly, an unexpected splash of warmth flickered against her slit. Remy squealed and pulled back. It felt heavenly. Again and again, Blake lapped at her like a cat lapping a saucer of milk. Remy's face flushed and she twisted on the bed.
The tongue took less and less time between each lick until it finally ran along the length of Remy's slit. She moaned and gasped as it played with her clit.
"You're... You're going to... m-make me..." She whispered as her muscles clenched, drowning out her words.
"That's the idea." Blake's deep voice vibrated and Remy threw her head back, sighing.
A finger pushed inside of her even as Blake sucked on her nub and sent Remy shuddering upwards. Her ears were ringing again and the intensity was multiplied by the deprivation of her sight.
Blake's fingers gently pulled the underwear from Remy's legs. The freedom was wondrous and she spread her legs apart, moaning. Wet fingers slid into her mouth and filled her with her own scent and wetness.
Just then, Blake dove between her legs and started to begin dining. The balled up panties fell from Remy's gaping mouth as she
squealed, her hips gyrating in response to his touch.
She felt cold moist air descending on her nipples and before she could piece together what was going on, the ice was pressed against her skin. Remy gasped as it slowly moved from nipple to nipple, bathing her breasts with wetness.
The ice moved lower. It danced over her navel, tracing intricate patterns that she could hardly recognize. It slid ran slowly over her inner thigh. And as her blood followed behind the ice cube, her desire came bubbling forth.
Suddenly, the coldness pushed inside and she yelped. She wanted to reach out and touch herself but the restraints held her back. Blake's fingers moved faster and faster, pushing the ice further in until it melted into nothing.
As the blood rushed back, the heat it brought with it was almost unbearable and Remy let loose a long sustained note of pleasure as Blake's cool fingers pumped inside of her. She was melting from his touch. Her own senses were abandoning her and she screamed as the orgasm shuddered through her body.
Her legs snapped together but he forced them open and held them like that. Trembling against it, Remy both laughed and cried at how good it felt.
She felt him shift his position in bed. Her nose told her that his cock was just inches from her face. She tried to lean forward but he pushed her head back.
"You want me?"
"Yes!" She responded almost immediately.
"Louder."
"I want you." Desire spiked through her body. She was feeling hornier by the second.
"Louder."
"I want you!" Her own desire was stirring inside of her.
And before she could finish her statement, his member pushed into her mouth. Musk filled her nostrils as she pushed herself forward slowly until the throbbing head pressed in the back of her throat.
"Minx." Blake growled over her. He rubbed her back slowly as she worked his girth. Her arms shook against her restraints slightly as she felt his cock growing in her mouth.
His hands slowly moved up behind her head and pulled her closer to him. Remy inhaled sharply through her nose and swallowed as quickly as she could. She wanted to know what Blake's cum tasted and moaned slightly, turning her mouth into a mini-vibrator and smiling inwardly to herself as Blake gasped and moaned.
Suddenly he pulled her away and ripped the blindfold off. Remy's eyes stung slightly as they adjusted to the brightness, but as her vision returned, she saw the bright red head of Blake's glistening cock and felt her own desire rising again.
"Lean forward." He commanded as he backed away from her, his finger curling under her chin and guiding her forward.
She laid face down on the bed, her ass pointing in the air. Trails of her own juices--mixed with the ice water--ran down her thighs. She watched Blake slowly move around the bed of moss until he positioned himself behind her.
He grabbed her hands and eased himself inside of her, gasping as he did so. The heat seared through Remy's body and she felt her breath drain from her lungs as Blake pushed forward.
Their fingers locked with each other as Blake began pumping away, his cock throbbing and drilling deeper with each thrust. Remy squealed as her voice rose higher and higher. A rumble pushed through her body and she collapsed forward, arching her back to let him in, to give herself to him—body and soul.
Suddenly her hands were free and she swung them forward and held on for dear life. Blake grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back so that she looked into his eyes upside down.
Her arm rose up and gripped his neck as she felt another orgasm building up inside her. Blake bent down and locked his lips with her. His hands moved forward and caressed her body.
Strong fingers dove between her legs and rubbed at her nub. Remy was lost in a sea of her own pleasure. Her legs were watery and she would have collapsed had Blake not been holding her so close to him.
He was thrusting with every ounce of his strength now. His hands squeezed Remy's breasts as hard as they could. Her wolf howled inside her as Blake rode her the way wolves were meant to. The wildness of it all and her own animal instinct mixed and mingled until Remy could do nothing more than gasp and tremble.
"Please, please!" Remy begged.
"Show me how bad you want it." He bit her ear gently as he picked up his pace.
There was almost no strength left in her body. She moved purely on desire. Rocking her hips as hard as she could, she slammed her body against his, synchronizing her movements with his thrusts. Her wetness dripped down, steaming in the cold.
Then she felt it. Scorching lips pressed against her neck on the tiny wound he left there before, drawing a single drop of blood that marked her as his, now and always.
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