The Wolf in the Woods

by Marisa Chenery

  She closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together as she tried to relieve some of the ache in her pussy. It only increased the arousal she felt. Her hand strayed down to the crotch of the boxer pajama bottoms she wore. If she had been alone she would have had no problem taking care of the ache herself, but she wasn’t about to masturbate with her grandmother lying asleep a foot away from her.

  Giving up on sleep, Red quietly unzipped the window flap wider in front of her to let more fresh air in. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked out through the fine mesh screen. She looked up at the sky to see it had already started to lighten. Dawn wouldn’t be too far off. She thought of going outside to see if that would help cool her body, but Red knew bears and other wildlife she didn’t want to run into could be moving about already. With her luck she would get lost again and get eaten by a bear or a real wolf. And not eaten in the way her wolf-man had eaten her either.

  Before she let the window flap fall back into place, Red heard a wolf’s howl way off in the distance. Is it him? Red couldn’t help but feel it was. The howl came again, this time sounding more plaintive than the first. The thought that he may ache for her as she ached for him brought a smile to her lips. Maybe, just maybe, she would see him again after all. With a groan at her own wayward thoughts, Red flopped back down onto her bed. She really needed to get a grip on herself.

  ———

  Once her grandmother woke up, Red offered to cook them some breakfast. After she put the small propane camping stove and a frying pan on top of the picnic table outside, she collected the eggs and bacon from the electric cooler inside the tent camper. Not bothering to change out of her pajamas, she headed back outside to cook.

  Her grandmother came out to the picnic table to join her shortly after that. Red noticed she’d already dressed and looked as fresh as a daisy. Not like herself. She was in a desperate need of a shower. Thankfully Algonquin Park’s Parkway Corridor camping facilities offered running toilets and showers, as well as Wi-Fi internet access. Not that her grandmother had allowed her to bring her laptop with her on their camping trip. There was roughing it, and then there was roughing it. Red didn’t mind sleeping in a tent, but she couldn’t forgo her morning showers. Usually during the night her wavy hair turned into a rat’s nest that only a shower could fix.

  After she dished up the eggs and bacon she’d cooked, Red and her grandmother sat down at the picnic table to eat. As they ate, her grandmother asked, “So what do you have on today’s agenda?”

  Red swallowed a mouthful of eggs before she answered. “I don’t have anything really planned. I thought maybe I would go for a walk.” When she saw her grandmother’s brows draw together, she quickly added, “I won’t be going too far from the campsite this time. I have no intentions of having a repeat performance of yesterday.”

  “I should hope not or I’ll have to seriously rethink whether or not I should ask you to come on next year’s Canada Day camping trip.”

  She shook her head. Her grandparents had been camping one week out of the year, always during the Canada Day long weekend, at Algonquin Park for years. Even after her grandfather had died ten years before, her grandmother continued to come to the park. This year had been the first year her grandmother had asked her to come with her.

  Now finished with her meal, Red stood up. “I’m going to pretend you never said that, Grandma. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower before I scare away the other campers.”

  Her grandmother chuckled. “Go ahead. Since you cooked I’ll clean up the dishes.”

  Red went back into the tent camper and collected all the things she needed for a shower and a clean set of clothes. She only took the time to pull on her dirty clothes from the day before then headed for the shower area.

  She took her time in the shower. Red shaved her legs even though she had shaved them the other day. She knew she was totally primping just in case she saw her wolf-man again. Shaking her head, she stuck her head under the spray of water. She was doing it again. For some reason, she just couldn’t stop thinking about him. She had to be obsessed, which was pretty pathetic considering she didn’t even know his name, and considering what he was. But Red couldn’t think of any other reason why she couldn’t get him off her mind. Maybe she had totally lost her mind while wandering around in the woods lost the day before.

  After she finished her shower, she dried off her body and towel dried her hair. Red would have blow-dried her hair if she had remembered to bring her hair drier with her from home. Combing out the snarls, she figured that was the best she could do. She then dressed in the pair of grey shorts and pink tank top she’d brought with her.

  When she neared the campsite, Red could hear her grandmother talking to someone. The voice that answered her grandmother sent a wave of pleasure through her body and caused her to slow. Even though she had only heard him speak that one sentence the day before, the smell of your arousal is driving me crazy, Red would recognize that deep timbered male voice anywhere.

  As she entered the campsite, Red looked from her grandmother to her wolf-man. Both of them stood near the picnic table as they talked. Her wolf-man was the first to notice her arrival. His head turned in her direction, and his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. Red felt her bones melt as their gazes met. As she made her way over to them, she noticed the BMW Enduro motorcycle parked near the tent camper.

  Her grandmother gave her a smile when Red came to stand next to her. “There you are, dear. Why didn’t you tell me you met Rutgar here yesterday while on your walk, before you got lost?”

  The way her grandmother kept flashing smiles at her wolf-man, Rutgar, Red could tell she was already taken with him. Not that she could blame her grandmother. The man looked sexy as all hell in his snug-fitting black jeans and equally snug dark grey t-shirt. Just the sight of him made Red want to throw herself in his arms and rub herself all over him.

  “It ... it must have slipped my mind after I got lost.”

  Her grandmother gave her a wink. “I find that hard to believe, dear. I would think Rutgar would have left a more lasting impression on you. I know if I were your age I would find it hard to forget him.”

  Before Red could reply to that statement, Rutgar said, “Your grandmother has kindly allowed me to steal you away for the day.”

  “She has?” Red asked distractedly. The longer she stared at Rutgar the more her body became aroused. Her blood surged through her veins as her pussy started to get wet. She started to breathe faster as her gaze locked with Rutgar’s. His ice blue eyes glowed for a split second as he dragged a deep breath into his lungs. Had she fallen under his spell again?

  “Yes,” Rutgar replied in a deep voice.

  Her grandmother chuckled as she took the bundle of things out of Red’s arms. “Here, I’ll take those into the tent for you, dear. You run along now and enjoy yourself. I think Rutgar is exactly what you need, if you know what I mean.”

  Hearing her seventy-year-old grandmother make sexual innuendos in front of a man Red wanted to screw until they both couldn’t move, caused her to blush like a fourteen-year-old. At twenty-four, she should have been way past that stage, considering where Rutgar had had his mouth the day before.

  When her grandmother gave her a little push in Rutgar’s direction, he took her by the arm and led her over to the motorcycle. Not bothering to ask where they would be going, because she didn’t really care so long as she was with him, Red put the motorcycle helmet on that he handed her. She then jumped onto the back of his bike. When he got on so he sat in front of her and wrapped her arms around his waist, Red knew she would be lucky if she could keep her hands to herself. Hopefully wherever he took her wouldn’t be too far away.

  Chapter Three

  It had been one hell of a night for him. Rutgar had spent most of it painfully aroused, longing to have Red under him. The erotic dreams he’d had when he had finally fallen asleep hadn’t helped his condition. Close to dawn he’d finally given up all
pretenses of sleep and had gone wolf to run through the woods again. He’d ended up right back at the tree where he and Red had been. Even though her scent had been stale, it had been enough to send the wolf in him howling for his mate.

  Knowing he wouldn’t be able to stay away from Red for very much longer, he’d forced himself to wait until at least mid-morning before he headed over to her campsite. After what had taken place between them the day before, he knew he would have some explaining to do to Red. Since she was his mate he needed her to understand exactly what he was--a werewolf. He also had to explain what it meant to be his mate. Unlike mortals, when werewolves found their mates, their souls bonded during their first mating. Once bound, one couldn’t stand to be away from the other for long periods of time. And once mated, there would be no going back.

  As he drove his motorcycle to his home, he felt Red’s hands drift from his waist to his lower abdomen so the sides of her hands came to rest on the head of his cock inside his jeans. Having been in an almost perpetual state of arousal since he’d met Red, that small touch was more than enough to give him a full-fledged hard-on. His cock jerked inside his pants. Red pressed herself closer so her pussy fitted tighter against his ass. Rutgar bit back a growl of need. She may be a mortal, but it was obvious she wasn’t completely immune to their being mates.

  Just before they reached the long drive that led to his house, Red shifted one of her hands lower and cupped his erection through the front of his jeans. She then rubbed her hand up and down his full length. Rutgar forced himself to concentrate on driving and not on what Red did, even though he wanted to howl with pleasure. Once the house came into view, he pulled up to the front and shut off his motorcycle. He yanked off his helmet, got off then back on the seat so he faced Red and tore the helmet she wore off her head. He then pulled her closer and took her lips in a passionate kiss.

  Red moaned into his mouth as he plunged his tongue past her lips to sweep the inside of hers. He placed her legs on top his spread thighs as he urged her closer so she sat half on the seat of his motorcycle and half on his lap. When her pussy came in contact with the bulge in his pants, he cupped her bottom and held her to him as he ground his aching cock against her. It would be so easy to strip Red of her shorts and take her right there on his motorcycle. It wasn’t as if he had any close neighbors to see what they did. He lived on fifteen acres of land with most of it bush. But then the part of him that remembered Red was mortal and that he needed to talk to her before this went any further kicked in.

  Pulling away from her lips, he said, “We need to talk, Red.”

  Red whimpered as she pressed closer against his erection. She started to nibble her way along his jaw to his ear. “No talking. Just fucking.”

  Rutgar couldn’t hold back the low growl that pushed past his lips. He tried to push her away, but Red wrapped her legs around his waist and tenaciously held on. He managed to get off the motorcycle with her clinging to him like a second skin as she shoved her tongue into his ear. “No, Red, we really need to talk. There are some things about me I have to explain.”

  “I already know what you are. You’re a wolf-man. For reasons beyond my understanding, I’m fine with it.”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

  “I don’t care. Now shut up and take me to bed.”

  She licked and bit a path from his ear down the side of his neck. He stiffened with anticipation as she dragged her tongue over his skin where his neck and shoulder met. His whole body shook as she nipped him there. Unable to stop himself, he cupped the back of her head and pushed her mouth closer. His breath came in shallow pants as Red dragged her teeth over the spot then bit him, hard.

  The bite was enough to have the wolf inside him roar to life. One bite there, where the shoulder and neck met, from a female werewolf on a male werewolf’s neck would arouse the male more than any aphrodisiac ever could. Somehow Red had known where to bite him. With the wolf howling for him to take her, to claim his mate, Rutgar stopped thinking and just acted.

  Taking her lips as he growled deep inside his throat, Rutgar bounded to the front door with Red still in his arms. He pushed the door open so hard it banged off the wall as it hit and slammed shut behind them. Moving faster than any mortal could, he bounded up the stairs to his bedroom. Once inside his room, he took Red down onto the bed. Her hands painfully gripped his hair as she angled her mouth over his. She sucked on his tongue as she whimpered with need.

  Rutgar shoved his hand up her top and cupped her breast as he brushed his thumb across her taut nipple. Releasing her mouth, he only pulled back far enough so he could pull her tank top over her head. Red took hold of the bottom of his shirt and yanked it off. She lifted her upper body off the mattress and ran her tongue across his chest. Rutgar’s eyes closed briefly as a wave of pleasure surged through him as she tongued his nipples.

  He pushed her back down as he undid the front clasp on her white lace bra. As soon as he had her breasts bared to his view, he flicked one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Red moaned and arched her back as he pushed her bra straps down her arms. Rutgar circled the tight peak with his tongue before he sucked it deep inside his mouth. His hand drifted down her body to the top of her shorts. He undid the button and zipper, then pushed them down past her hips to her legs. Red kicked them the rest of the way off.

  His cock throbbed as he looked down at Red dressed only in her white lace panties. The scent of her arousal filled his head, making him ache to be inside her. But he wanted the taste of her on his tongue before he took her. Rutgar sucked on each of her nipples before he inched down her body. He licked and kissed every inch of her bared skin until he reached the top of her panties. Hooking the waistband with his fingers as he pressed a kiss to her pussy through the lacey material, he pulled Red’s panties down and off.

  Settling between her spread thighs, Rutgar spread the lips of her sex and dragged his tongue against it. She tasted stronger than the headiest wine. He continued to lap at her pussy as Red buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her. She moaned as she rocked her hips against him. With a low growl, he stiffened his tongue and jabbed it into her core. He stroked her clit with a finger as he mimicked the sex act with his tongue. As Red’s pants filled the room, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy as he sucked on her clit. The smell and taste of her caused his cock to harden even more.

  Soon Red yanked on his hair as she tried to pull him back up her body. Rutgar left her pussy and came to lie on the bed at her side. He undid the button and zipper of his jeans and said as his cock sprang free, “Touch me, Red. I need you to touch me.”

  She rolled to her side and wrapped her hand around his thick cock as she nuzzled the side of his neck. Red pumped her hand up and down his full length, eliciting a loud moan from him. Joined with the wolf, Rutgar knew he couldn’t wait much longer to have her. He pushed his jeans down past his hips and kicked them away. He then pulled Red’s hand away as he pushed her onto her back.

  He moved on top of her and wedged his hips between her legs. Resting his weight on his elbows and forearms, Rutgar probed her slick entrance with the head of his cock. Red lifted her hips as he surged forward and sheathed himself to the hilt. He forced himself to wait a few seconds for Red’s body to become accustomed to his filling her, then he pulled back and surged back inside. The feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing, made him want to throw back his head and howl.

  As he pumped between her legs, Rutgar felt his cock grow harder, thicker. Red’s strong inner muscles clamped around his shaft as he rode her. A keening moan pushed past her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Unable to hold back, he pounded into her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked her hips as she met each of his strokes. He increased his pace as he felt a part of his soul reach out to hers. As a part of hers reached out to meet his, Rutgar rode her harder. Red moaned as their two souls twined together and became one. She then cried out as her orgasm overtook her, a
nd her pussy squeezed his shaft in a tight fist. Rutgar pounded into her once, twice, then threw back his head on a loud howl as he emptied his cock deep inside her.

  He looked down at Red as he fought to catch his breath. She stared up at him with wonderment. “You came, and your cock is still hard. And what just happened? It felt like more than just the earth moving.”

  Rutgar couldn’t answer her. The wolf was howling inside him. The wolf wanted to take Red as his mate as well. He took her mouth in a heated kiss until Red once again whimpered with need. He pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her stomach. He then urged her up on her hands and knees. Taking hold of her hips, he positioned himself behind her. He rubbed the length of his cock along her wet pussy and clit. Red pushed back as she tried to impale herself on his cock. Rutgar growled as he held her still.

  Bending forward, he dragged his tongue up her spine. He tightened his grip on her hips then entered her from behind. The man and the wolf, now one, pulled back only to ram back into her. Rutgar’s balls slapped against her as he pistoned between her legs. Needing her fast and hard, he reached around her and found her clit with his fingers. He stroked it as he continued to ram into her. Feeling the first ripple of her release along the length of his shaft, he pounded into her faster. Red moaned loudly as her pussy rhythmically clutched at his cock, milking him until he too found his release.

  Still hard, Rutgar kept his cock buried deep inside Red as he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her down to her side with her back to his chest. When their breathing slowed, Rutgar felt Red relax in his arms as her breathing evened out. He let his eyes drift shut. He would let her sleep then they would have the conversation they should have had before making love.

  Chapter Four