by Viola Grace
A keening cry broke from her and she woke, sweating and gasping, with a sickening feeling that her dream had not been silent.
The next day was the same; only this time there were games in the morning and the final races for her favours in the afternoon. No one mentioned her moaning in the night. Perhaps no one had noticed.
The first race was a hunt. They had to run into the woods and return with a gift for her. A few of them smiled confidently, but only Sirnel smiled at her with warmth in his eyes. He had something planned, she could feel it.
Once again the men stood and waited for the signal, this time everyone looked to her and bemused, she clapped sharply to start them off. They literally turned tail and ran.
It was only five minutes before the first wolf reappeared and dropped a rabbit at her feet. She shivered and looked at it distastefully.
For wolves, the scent of blood was an aphrodisiac, but for her it was simply blood. Her gremlin bounded over chortling and took a poke at the rabbit. The wolf that had brought it snarled at him, but made no move to attack her pet. Apparently, he had gotten the memo.
The second also brought a rabbit. As did the third and fourth.
The fifth brought a small deer, the sixth a hawk. Then a dove, and then Sirnel appeared with the perfect gift.
A branch of berries was clutched in his jaws, and when he opened his mouth to drop the offering, she saw a bunch of nuts fall to the ground. The gremlin was on them in an instant and she smiled as he consumed the food with glee. Out of nowhere a squirrel joined it and together they had a snack with Melissande laughing her head off.
The other wolves looked on in confusion as she smiled and enjoyed the enjoyment of her companions. The two remaining offerings did not even register on her consciousness as her mind fell into the eyes of the wolf that was rapidly capturing her heart.
The rest of the world fell away and she recognized him for what he was. Her dream lover.
Sirnel was hers. She was his. There was nothing else to say.
She crossed to him and knelt in front of the wolf. On an impulse she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his fur. A snarl of rage was the only warning she had as Sirnel was ripped from her unceremoniously and thrown into her guardsmen. A ball of fur and fang bolted past her and a battle was joined.
As a cry rang out, “Geoffrey! Stop it!” she realized that it was Alfred trying to call off his pack member. The order went unheeded. Geoffrey was trying to take Sirnel’s throat out, and her chosen was not about to let him.
At no time did the snarling and snapping jaws tempt her to break up the fight. She was out- classed and knew it. She knelt, still and waiting, for a winner.
Fur flew, blood coursed and Sirnel gained the upper hand. Paw. Whatever. Geoffrey was pinned to the ground, teeth firmly wrapped around his neck. He struggled for long moments and finally went limp, whining his acceptance.
Sirnel cautiously let his subordinate go. Watching for a final attack. It didn’t come. Geoffrey slowly gained his footing and shook himself into human form. Blood streaked his golden skin and he climbed to his feet, covered with bites and claw marks.
Alfred approached him and calmly backhanded him. The crack of knuckles against flesh rang in the clearing in a way the snarls hadn’t. That action caused her to flinch where the melee hadn’t. It was brutal, this pack discipline, but necessary to keep the younger alphas in order. Geoffrey was unconscious; his body slumped in silence on the grass, only the telltale movement of his chest giving proof of life.
Sirnel was watching, still in wolf form. As she crumpled to the ground in shock he came to her and licked her chin. She wanted him to lick a lot more than that, but not in this form.
Her thoughts shocked her and the wetness seeping from her shocked her even more. It wasn’t like her to chase tail. Especially anthropomorphic tail.
As she wrapped her arms around him she felt him shiver and fur gave way to flesh. Arms tightened around her and she was burying her face in the crook of his neck while she hid from Alfred’s brutality.
“Thank you for choosing me, Melissande. You won’t regret it.” His voice sent gooseflesh down her spine. She was shaking, but no longer knew if it was shock or lust. She really hoped that lust would win.
“I know I won’t. I just hope you don’t.” She answered him in a voice so quiet he barely heard her.
Chapter 9
Mel’s head spun as a whirlwind of declarations and confirmations as well as a signed contract occurred in rapid succession. She was bundled into a waiting car and the next thing she knew, Sirnel was driving her off into the afternoon.
Half an hour later a house loomed in front of them. It was a one-floor bungalow, but it was anything but modest.
A railing and a porch surrounded the house on all sides, three steps led to the main door but a patio and an outdoor dinette set were visible on the left side of what had to be Sirnel’s home.
A wave of trepidation broke over her as she realized that her life had come to a crisis point. It was now or never. Surrender her virginity and possession of her talents to Sirnel, or run like hell and hope he didn’t feel like chasing her. Yeah right.
As he came around to open her door and caught her into an embrace so steamy that her toes curled, she knew that a chase would be on.
“Would you care to see the inside of my house? Or do you want me to fuck you up against the car?”
“Uhh. Inside please.” The whole virginity thing was going to come up, and based on his erection, it was already up. “There is something you need to know.”
His arm curved around her waist and she was escorted into his home with all state and propriety. Well, as proper as a guy could be when he was sporting a raging boner and sliding his hand down onto her ass.
The kitchen and living room were blurs as he hustled her to the bedroom. His bed was a king sized monstrosity and the bank of windows that ran the length of one wall contained a set of French doors that led out onto the patio that she had noted earlier.
She was given no chance to absorb any more of the details as he took possession of her mouth once again; she trembled in his arms, her lips parting under his assault. His tongue lapped at her and she felt his tongue scraping across her teeth. A sharp giggle and he slipped inside to taste her own tongue. When she reciprocated she heard a satisfied growl and his muscles bunched under her hands. In an instant she was falling through the air and felt the impact of a firm surface beneath her back. His body followed her to the bed and she was soon writhing beneath him, trying to dislodge him from her hair. It was only when a sharp tug produced a yelp from her that he let her up for air.
“Ow, you’re on my hair.” She struggled up against the headboard and sat up. “And, I am a virgin. This is my first time.”
The lust in his eyes faded slightly, “What?” He shook his head to clear it, then focused on her words.
“I haven’t had sex before. You are my first.”
“What?” It still didn’t seem to sink in.
She slapped his face lightly, “This is the first time I am having sex. Ever.” She paused again. “In my life.”
He reared back on his heels and looked at her, “You have to be joking.” The erection that was threatening the structure of his zipper wasn’t dissipating; she was relieved to see.
“No. Not a joke. I wouldn’t be sitting here and waiting for your reaction if it was a joke.”
He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “Thank you for telling me.”
She leaned into the kiss and used her hands to peel away his t-shirt. He reciprocated and soon she was trembling in anticipation as he perused her naked body in the afternoon sunlight as it filtered through the curtains.
“You are lovely. From your head to your toes, you are fantastic.” His eyes worshipped her skin, dappled gold in the daylight. His own clothes flew across the room in seconds and then she was admiring his body, and the cock that was calling to her hands.
Her fingers curled
and she reached to wrap her fingers around the smooth heated length. Wow. It felt weird. Her thumb found a drop of pre-cum and swirled it around the head, slicking it up and teasing it gently. A hiss came out of his mouth as he pulled her hand away and he bore her back to the bed once again for his kiss. “That feels great, but it is more than I can bear right now. This time is for you.”
She squirmed in his grip, blanking her mind to enjoy the only feeling she wanted. The feeling of his hands on her. Each feathery touch on her neck let a sigh of happiness drift through her lips and the slide of his tongue set a flame deep in her belly.
It flared and danced with each touch, her body’s moisture trying to fan out the flames. A steady torrent of desire that urged her thighs to shift and rub together in an effort to contain the fire.
This was what the club had giggled and whispered about. This fire and the heartbeat that took over her body made her blood sing and stole her breath. If the foreplay made her feel like this, the actual sex was bound to kill her.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as his mouth teased and fondled her breasts. Darts of pleasure moved between her groin and nipples. Her hips lifted against him and the rod of his cock pressed deeply into her belly at the contact.
How could one body contain so much heat? She asked herself and then threw the thought out the window as his mouth continued is downward path. Her ribs were tickled and laved with his tongue as she began a low moan deep in her throat.
The moans and sighs became constant as her body gave itself up to him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and unbidden, her fingers began to draw a new spell on his back. She didn’t know what it was for, or who would read it off of him. She certainly couldn’t, but the power didn’t care, it wanted out and his body was the parchment.
His hands ran over her hips smoothing and soothing her as she bucked when his head made for the heated shadows between her thighs. As his hands parted her thighs and his tongue began to lap at her she heard a noise coming out of her that had never been uttered by her throat before.
Instead of a high-pitched squeal, it was a snarl of urgency. Her fingers tangled in his hair and held him to her as she arched her hips into his mouth. The guttural growl that echoed her snarl reverberated within her. Two of his fingers worked their way inside her and his tongue found her clit, he tasted her with a savagery that had her back bowing in urgency.
Her snarl took on a frenzied pitch as she came closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers slid and pumped into her with a steady beat and she howled as the spiral of sensation broke free. Her fingers pulled at him and hauled him up for her kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and she shook with a passion that kept building.
As her body rode her climax, he moved to enter her, the blunt head of his cock parting her folds and making way for him. He rocked slowly against her until she once again arched into him and as her hips thrust toward the inch-by-inch invader he plunged in to the hilt. The sharp pain set an impulse free that she had never experienced. She bit him. Hard. On the upper bicep.
Blood flowed in her mouth and a satisfied grin took over her features. Blood for blood. It was only fair.
His growl of pain echoed in her ears as he began to pound heavily into her. The first few strokes made her flinch with pain, but as her body became accustomed to it the pain faded in her consciousness. It all blurred together, pain, pleasure, blood and snarling. As his orgasm overtook him and he howled his own satisfaction, that became part of her memory as well.
His hips jerked into her once, twice, three times in hard succession and with no particular rhythm, and he slumped forward.
Chapter 10
"Was it good for you?” She had to break the silence. It was driving her nuts and her lack of fulfillment on his entry into her body filled her with a wild energy that needed an outlet. Apparently the outlet was her mouth.
“Wha…?” His head lifted from her shoulder and his bleary eyes struggled to focus. She realized that he had still not regained his breath, and she watched the sweat gleam on his chest as the muscles flexed and heaved.
His cock twitched inside her and she flinched, the soreness of her first time flaring again now that the hormones were dwindling. She put her hands on his chest and tried to calm him with the pressure of her touch.
“It was amazing, did I hurt you?” He feathered his lips over her eyebrows, leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead.
“No. Well, no more than I expected.” A faint blush heated her cheeks. She knew that it stood out like a sore thumb on her pale skin.
“It will be better next time. I promise.”
She idly trailed her fingers over his lips. “It was much better than I expected my first time to be. Much more.”
He nipped at the tips, then his tongue flicked out to taste them. She trembled and her pussy clenched around him in response. Wow, who knew that those two nerves could be related. He groaned and his head fell back to her shoulder as his shaft was gripped softly. With a desperate groan he pulled out of her and stood.
He disappeared into an open hall and the sound of running water declared the existence of the bathroom. He reappeared with a washcloth in his hands, his cock and balls now clean of the blood that she had glimpsed when he left.
“Open wide.” Before she knew it he had parted her thighs and was removing all traces of blood and semen left by their coupling. “It looks good. Only a little bleeding, nothing major.” On bare feet he padded back to the bathroom and returned without the soiled cloth.
“Now, I believe that you did not come while I fucked you.” It wasn’t a question, and without any further comment he lay between her thighs and was looking up at her with his chin on her pubic bone. An impish grin came over his features as he looked up at her. She could only imagine that her eyes were wild with panic.
A dark chuckle broke free, and he then turned his attention to the now cooled folds between her thighs. To warm them, he exhaled a warm stream of air across her flesh. His fingers searched for her opening carefully and then he gently slid one finger into her. No harsh movement, just stationary placement of his digit in her channel.
His tongue sought out and found her clit and a delicate fluttering on it had her squirming and arching in only a minute.
The peak of sensation that she had been forced to abandon welcomed her back with no ceremony. One minute she was at a cold start, the next she was panting for release. No transition, no chance to catch her breath.
A hiss and snarl were his only warning, then her back was arching, her pussy shoving toward him and her channel pulsing lightly around his finger. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her eyes fluttered open to see her lover on his arms above her with a hellishly smug grin on his face.
“I knew you would be dynamite in bed.” He wrapped his hand around her hip and gave a small squeeze. “But only with me.”
She laughed softly. He was so familiar. She didn’t know why, but she had felt his hands on her in another life. Or maybe…
“Does your clan have dream walkers? Or sleep mating?” He had shifted to the other pillow and was looking at her with his head propped up on his fist.
“Only in the case of true mates. It hardly ever happens.”
“Has it happened in your family?”
“My mother claims that my father visited her in her dreams before they mated, but he claims that his end was a simple wet dream.” The grin was back. His possession of her had obviously put him in a good mood.
“All men claim that. Love at first sight is far more common. I wonder how many of those people realize that they have been dreaming of their lover for years.” Slightly disgruntled Melissande turned away from him. She was not in the mood to hear that her dreams were foolish.
He stroked her shoulder and turned her to face him once again. “Did you dream of me, Melissande?”
She kept silent and pouted.
He stroked her gently and asked again, “Did you dream, Melissande?”
“Yes. I did.”
“When did it start?”
She thought about it. “After I swam in the Maiden pool in the forest. It started that night.”
His fingers drew idle designs on her shoulder, “Was there anything in the forest that day that was unusual?”
“Aside from the keeper of the pool? Only a wolf that…oh hells. It was you!” She winced at the sharp smacking noise that emanated from where her hand impacted his shoulder. “You were watching me swim!”
“Ow. Yes I was. Why not? You are amazing when wet.” Sirnel slipped a finger into her channel again, “Pretty good while dry too.” His wicked grin was back, completely unrepentant.
He dipped his head and before she knew it his tongue was laving her nipple and sucking it strongly into his mouth.
A furious blush spread across her as her body’s moisture coated his finger and began to seep out of her as she writhed and gasped under him.
She was wrapping her arms around his neck when a pounding on the front door interrupted them.
She looked calmly at him, her lust cooling rapidly. “Are you expecting someone?”
He snarled and tried to take her mouth in a kiss. “No, I am not. Ignore it.” She stopped him with her fingers gripping his lips, then shrieked as a face appeared at the window.
“Uh, Sirnel, I think it’s for you. Definitely.” Walther’s face was rueful and apologetic, but he was not going anywhere. His arms were crossed over his chest and his feet were firmly planted.
Snarling in frustration he flipped a sheet over her body to hide her from the alpha and went to the door, still nude.
“What is it, Dad?”
Oh, that explained a lot. His ease, his confidence and the deference that the other women had shown to Rebecca.
“Alfred has claimed right of bloodline. He is challenging your win and her choice.” Walther was not looking at her, but a satisfied curve to his mouth let her know that he was pleased she and Sirnel had consummated their union.
