"We should probably get inside, we don't know if he might come back with his friends," Sam pulled a face, and Lorne hurried up to the doors.
"Wait, aren't you hurt?" She asked. The wolf had had a pretty firm grip on his haunches, after all.
"I'll be fine," Sam waved her concern away. "Anyway, we need to get in and warn everyone."
"You're right," Lorne nodded. "Dina needs to know that he's back. And he brought his damn pack with him."
Dina was standing in the middle of the hotel reception, looking dazed and distant. Lorne hurried up to her.
"Dina, Sam and I, we-"
"I know," she nodded. "I'm certain it's him. He told me he, he told me he'd get me back. When he found out about the engagement, he said he'd find a way to stop it, but…"
She trailed off, and stared out of the window vacantly. Lorne noticed Maya, one of the other bridesmaids, tending to a groomsman.
"What happened to them?" she nodded in their direction.
"She got chased all the way down here by one of the wolves. I think it was Freddy. When he looked in here-"
Her voice cracked, and she shivered, as if the full horror of the situation had really just become apparent to her.
"It's okay, Dina. We'll get rid of him, and then you can get married tomorrow just like you planned." She squeezed her arm, and drew her into a comforting hug. She prayed Dina wouldn't feel the shotgun that she'd quickly stowed under her jacket.
"We sent everyone home," Dina replied, her voice hollow. "We found someone to sail them off the island. I would have got you off too, but-"
"What makes you think I'm going before we've dealt with this guy, Dina?" Lorne replied firmly. She shivered to herself as she considered what confronting those creatures again might entail, but she knew she had to do it.
"It's just the twelve of us, the wedding party-left. I've got no idea what I'm going to do!" Dina wailed, burying her head into Lorne's shoulder.
"Trust me, that's enough," Lorne replied grimly, thinking back to the feeling of Sam's bear form underneath her. There was a strength to him that made her glad he was on her side, along with the rest of the groomsmen.
"Lorne, can I borrow you?" Sam's voice came from behind her, and Dina extracted herself from her arms.
"Five minutes," Lorne nodded, eyeing Dina nervously. She wasn't used to seeing her friend so frightened, and it was freaking her out.
Sam quickly led her to the other end of the room, where two pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen were huddled.
"Does she know?" hissed one, Lorne recognized her as Dina's cousin, Poppy. Her face was drawn, her big eyes standing out more than usual against her pale skin.
"'course she knows," Sam nodded. He turned his attention back to Lorne, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Even despite everything that was going on, the feeling of his touch sent an explosive feeling through her chest. It was the memory of his bear form, his power, his strength, how different he was from anything she'd known before. He was exciting, and she couldn't quell those feelings, no matter how hard she tried.
"We need to get rid of these fuckers by tomorrow morning," he explained, his voice low and serious. "But we can't let Dina or Tom know what's going on. We want to keep the whole…shifter thing quiet if we can."
"So what's the plan?" Lorne lowered her voice and leant in closer, glancing round the circle. When she had been helping Dina fill out wedding invitations, she never thought she would have to consider tactical attack planning amongst the tick-boxes.
"We're going to split off into pairs, and stake out round the island. Chances are, they've left the cave and found somewhere else to hide out. When one of us finds them, we're going to shift, alert the others and…deal with it."
"Just to clarify, we're not going to actually kill them," one of the groomsmen, Jon?, cut in, clearly seeing the color drain from Lorne's face at the prospect. "We just give Freddy the closure that he's apparently been struggling with."
"Okay," Lorne nodded. "So, when do we start?"
"Well, we can't seem to find Adam and Maya, but when they appear, we'll get Dina and Tom to bed and then start the stakeout," Sam explained. He drew her away from the group slightly, and closed the gap between them. "You know, you don’t have to come with us if you don't want to. The last thing I want is for you to get-"
"Sam, you wouldn't have stood a chance against those wolves without me," she flashed him a cocky grin, trying to ignore the nervousness spreading through her chest. "Bring it on."
"Okay. Well, let's try and get Dina and Tom out of the way, then we can set up." He nodded, and the rest of the group broke off, all with their tasks to complete.
Lorne rested her head up against the window for a moment, enjoying the peace while she could. She couldn't believe the mess that they were in, after all that time she'd spent putting the wedding together, this was how it went down. She'd expected maybe some problems with the catering or the band at worst, not fighting off a rabid pack of shifter wolves bent on revenge. And, on top of that, there was Sam-even though they'd only met the night before, she knew there was something there that was different. She couldn't have explained to anyone why or how, but there it was. Lorne was so used to being able to label everything, and file it away neatly in little boxes, but the feelings for Sam thoroughly defied categorization. She knew somewhere in her head that going after a shifter was a bad idea, he was never going to fit with the rest of her life. Christ, she didn't even know if they lived anywhere near each other, and she sure as hell wasn't going to uproot her life for this guy. But she'd be damned if she could find a way to ignore the goosebumps on her arms every time she caught his eye. She had been so ready to watch her best friend get married, and to go back to her normal little humdrum life, but there was a part of her, that earnest, romantic, teenage part of her that she was certain she had left behind years ago, that was pushing her to go for Sam, to make something of their connection.
"Lorne?" Sam's voice cut across her reverie, and she turned to him, quickly plastering a smile on her face.
"You ready?" She rubbed her hands together.
"Yeah. Looks like we'll be going down to the caves, just in case they try to double-bluff us and go back there."
"Sounds good," she nodded. "I'll put together some supplies and we can get going."
Lorne's skill for hyper-organization had them leaving the hotel in less than fifteen minutes, weighed down with food, blankets, and waterproofs.
"I don't know where you even found most of this stuff," Sam nodded admiringly. "I was just going to take some beer and chips and be done with it."
"We don't know how long we're going to be down there," she pointed out. "I don't want to be too cold to run away or too hungry to fight if they do turn up."
"Can I just say, I was so fucking impressed with the way you took down that wolf earlier," Sam nodded, shrinking down into his jacket in an attempt to ward off the wind and the rain.
"Yeah, you're welcome," Lorne lifted her chin proudly. "I can't figure out why the bullets didn't work on them, though."
"I've never seen that before," Sam wrinkled up his face as they began their descent to the caves. "I told everyone else, so at least they know not to go firing guns at them."
"I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of us who came armed," Lorne pointed out, ducking down to avoid some overhanging rock. Sam glanced up at her, his bronze eyes gleaming, and grinned.
"Yeah, I can't say I'm that surprised," he commented, and she cocked her head at him.
"What does that mean?"
"Just that it seems like you'd do anything for the people you care about," he explained, as the two of them climbed down the slick rock and into the relative dry of the cave.
"Is that a bad thing?" She defended herself, and he held his hands up.
"No, no, not at all. In fact, I can relate to that."
"Yeah?"
"What do you think I'm doing here?" He gestured around them. "I don’t make a habit of chilling out in ca
ves most weekends."
"So, you're doing this for Tom?" She asked, avoiding his gaze for a moment. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop herself hoping for a different name to pass his lips.
"Well, Tom, and everyone else back there," he replied nonchalantly, laying out one of the blankets and sitting himself down. "And down here, of course."
Lorne snorted, trying to hide the fact that that was what she really wanted to hear.
"You've only known me for a day," she pointed out.
"And I care about you," he shrugged, as if it was obvious.
"How?" Lorne was used to her feelings following logic, and that meant that you wouldn't risk your life to protect someone until you'd known them at least twenty-four hours.
"I don’t know. Does there have to be a reason? I know you like to fit everything into little boxes so it can all make sense, but sometimes it doesn't."
"How do you know that?" she demanded.
"That was exactly what I was like, before I started shifting. I can see it in you, I remember what it was like. And then, when I was bout sixteen, I started to shift, and I couldn't make that fit into any little boxes. So I had to stop trying, and just accept that sometimes shit doesn't make any sense," he shrugged, and it sounded as if he'd thought about that very concept plenty of times before.
Lorne paused for a second, and found herself thrown slightly off-centre. Usually, she was good at keeping her real feelings hidden-presenting a cool front to people until she'd made her mind up about who to let in and who to shut out. But Sam could see right through her, and that was both terrifying and amazing in equal measure. She looked at him, sitting there, opposite her, on the blanket, the wind echoing distantly off the walls of the cave, and bit her lip. And she knew it was a calculated move, but that didn't make it any less satisfying when Sam leant forward and pressed his lips against her's.
Just like Sam himself, the kiss felt electrifyingly…new. His tongue slipped hungrily past her lips, his hand snaking up to cut the back of her neck, and she felt almost dizzy with excitement. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex, let alone the last time she'd hooked up in a cave in the middle of a storm while being pursued by a pack of shifter wolves. Yeah, it was probably the stupidest thing they could possibly have done at that particular second, but Lorne was tired of always doing everything the right way, always making the most logical choice. All she wanted was to feel his tongue in her mouth, at that moment, and why shouldn't she take what she wanted, just this one time?
He pulled her over on top of him, and she parted her legs to straddle him, feeling his erection pressing through his jeans and against her. They ground together, making out like teenagers, which was, incidentally, exactly what Lorne felt like, having spent most of her adolescence fantasizing about getting past first base with a cute shifter boy. It felt good to let go and indulge that side of her, even if she had done so much to shut off her whimsical side in the last decade or so. His hands ran up and down her back, and seemed to leave a trail of sparks wherever they brushed her.
"Look, I would insist you get naked right now, but I don’t want you to end up with hypothermia," Sam drew back, tilting his head towards the wind and rain outside. "But I really, really want to fuck you."
"Hey, there's plenty more we can do with our clothes on," she countered, running her mouth along his throat. "Before we fuck, of course."
"Mmmm," he groaned, and pulled her face back down to his, his tongue pushing hard into her mouth once again. He flipped her over, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips to meet him. They were grinding against each other hard, trying to find any kind of relief they could, their bodies already aching with desire.
Lorne slid her hand down, into his jeans, and massaged his cock through his underwear. She pulled back slightly to watch his expression, the slight v that formed between his eyebrows as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Lorne couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on, the last time she'd needed someone the way she needed Sam, right then, right there. He slipped a hand up her shirt, skimming his fingers at the underside of her bra and she let out a moan of appreciation.
He reached up and yanked down the cups of her bra, exposing her beneath her shirt; he ever-so-lightly raked his nails across her bare breasts, tickling her lightly, before pinching her nipple hard and making her squeal. The noises were lost to the wind outside, and Lorne prayed that they wouldn't get rudely interrupted.
She slipped her hand under his boxers, and took her time wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and massaging it up and down. His breath grew heavier in her ear, and she grinned with satisfaction-knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him was turning her on more than anything else. He placed a hand lightly against her stomach, skimming his fingers up and down the top of her jeans, and she arced her hips up, encouraging him to go further.
"You want me to?" He asked softly, pushing just his thumb under her waistband and lightly pulling it up, allowing it to snap down gently against her skin.
She could only manage a nod, so he rolled down next to her, and lifted her leg so that it was over his. She continued to jerk him off, reveling in the feeling of his cock growing harder beneath her touch. She stared at him intently as he slid his hand back down, beneath her jeans, cupping her lightly through her panties. Just feeling the heat of his hand against her was tantalizing, the cold of the wind outside made for an intense contrast. She wrapped her leg further around him and drew him closer, begging him with her eyes to go further, to go deeper.
After skimming his fingers up and down the bare skin either side of her panties for a moment longer, he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric and pushed his fingers inside of her. Lorne threw her head back in silent ecstasy, pushing her hips towards his hand. He slid his fingers in and out of her, and she slid her hand round to his butt to pull him closer. Their lips found each other again, in a sweeter, slower kiss, as Sam fucked her gently with his hand. Their bodies were rocking against each other, the blanket rubbing up against Lorne's bare skin, and she tried to cast her mind back to the last time she'd had sex anywhere other than a bed. She came up blank, and half-wondered why she hadn't thought to try this before. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew why, she knew it was because someone like Sam had to come smashing into her life and tip upside down everything she was certain she knew about herself. She felt another jolt of arousal lance through her body as it really clicked what was happening, her and Sam, then, there, in the cold and the wind and the terrible, life-threatening danger. She titled her head and kissed him even deeper, as if she half-wanted to swallow him whole.
Sam moved his fingers slightly, changing his rhythm to shallower, faster thrusts, as he lowered his head to press his lips against Lorne's neck. She gripped his hair, holding him in place, her eyes squeezed shut, she could already feel her climax building, as if it was suddenly coming into focus. Suddenly, she felt her body shudder in his arms, as she erupted around him, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. He slowly pulled his hand away from her pussy, but she knew she needed more, and soon.
"Fuck me?" She gasped, "I'm on the pill, I just need-"
Without a word, Sam flipped her over and yanked her jeans down another few inches, exposing her. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest, against her back, and gasped as his lips found her ear.
"Like this?" He asked, and she could feel his erection pressing up against her ass as he waited for her response.
"Uh-huh," was all she could manage in response. She was so used to being completely in control, but here she was, happy to hand over the power to him for the time being. He pressed his cock against her slit, and slowly eased himself inside of her, until he was buried up to the hilt. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and let out a long breath, tickling her neck as he did so.
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