Thorn in Moonscape #9

by Rice, Rachel E.

  “No, you weren’t. It was me being selfish,” Adrienne admitted. He stopped and took Adrienne by the hand, and he sat on the bear rug in front of the fire, and she followed him down and lay on her back as he turned and leaned over her.

  “How long do you have with me?”

  “As long as you want me here, and for as long as it takes to give you what you have been waiting for.”

  “What does Lycell have to say about that?”

  “Since when do you worry about Lycell? You know me well enough that I don’t care what Lycell wants. You are the only one that matters to me. You have been the first I’ve loved, and you have been the last I will love.” Wilder’s excitement rose. Adrienne felt him but not the way she wanted to. There was too much separating them—their clothing.

  Wilder leaned over her. He helped her unbutton her blouse, looking into her eyes, one button at a time. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts and her taut nipples. He bent to pull down her jeans. His hands shaking like a nervous teenager who was having sex for the first time. He wanted to get to Adrienne quick. He raised his head and said, “What no dress?”

  “Not unless you want me to freeze. I didn’t wear panties, does that count?” she said smiling playfully, gazing at his surprise at seeing that she was completely naked below the waist.

  “You will never be cold with me beside you...and inside you,” Wilder said with a closed grin, and he leaned over her and kissed her. Their lips meeting soft and warm. An outcry of delight fell from Adrienne’s lips. His tongue parted her lips escaping into her mouth finding pleasure. His demanding lips smothered hers as he coaxed her tongue into his mouth.

  Wilder’s body shuddered from the feeling of a kiss from her. The need rushing through him, and making it known he wanted and needed her by the sudden surge of his manhood.

  She felt every part of him strain against her body. She felt his skin tingle against hers and she felt something surge through her that had been lost, and now she discovered that it was always Wilder, and she had been distracted by Lycell’s overwhelming desires and Drayton’s good and kind nature.

  It had been only one that she truly and emotionally loved, and that was the lone werewolf, Wilder. He needed her now and she would be there for him.

  It was as if it was the first time they had been together. “It’s been months since I’ve been with you. I hope I can last.”

  “I have no doubt that you can last, and if you don’t, then we will have to go at it all night, and the next, and the next until you are spent,” Adrienne said as she unbuttoned his jeans and helped him pull them off. Wilder’s long tongue sliding in her mouth mingling with hers making their pleasure pure and explosive. She watched at the hardness of his body. She watched at his hard throbbing manhood.

  With his back propped up against the thickness of the rug, he brought Adrienne to him. She lay panting and he watched as her breasts heaved up and down and she raised up to him and placed a nipple in his mouth. He awakened her passion and his grew each minute he looked at her, and each minute he kissed her.

  “Can I suck your nipples?” He had never asked before but he wanted her to want him as much and he didn’t want to do anything that would make her unhappy.

  “Of course and don’t ask again. I want my old Wilder back. The one I left in the cave. I want you to do everything you have ever thought about doing to me.”

  “There is one thing I want that I never shared with you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want to make love to you when you are on all fours. This is what I enjoy. This is what I have been afraid to ask of you for fear you might think I’m an animal.”

  She glanced at him and he didn’t recognize the look. Maybe he had gone too far with her. He never wanted to treat Adrienne like a werefemale. She was a human and they were delicate and she had given him two fine sons.

  Adrienne never said a word, but she turned around and got on all fours. Wilder watched at her. He didn’t know what to think. “Are you just going to stare at my ass?” She said smiling.

  Wilder touched her behind and passed his hand on it and slid the other up to the nape of her neck. “You don’t have to be as gentle with me as before. I want you to be yourself. I want you to make love to me as you have never done before. I want you wild and passionate.”

  He kissed her back and nipped at it. Sometimes hard and then soft. He trailed his lips and tongue down to her butt. His hand rest between her legs as he felt her clit with the pad of his finger. He heard her breathe hard and low. He watched as her back arched, and then he felt how moist she had become between her legs. He knew that tonight was his best chance to make her pregnant. He needed her to be pregnant for him once more.

  Her moans grew loud and he knew the difference in his lovemaking in this cave where he had first met and made love to her. In the house he felt Lycell’s eyes were always on him and Adrienne, and he wasn’t free to be with Adrienne as he once had been.

  With his penis full and braced up against her butt, he moved with her and she moved with him. “I want you, Wilder. I need you now,” she said turning slightly to her left.

  That’s all Wilder wanted to hear. He had been full and needed release. He had waited weeks for Adrienne and didn’t know how much longer he would have to wait, but the wait was over and well worth it.

  As she bent forward on all fours, he placed his large manhood on her warm soft small opening and with one quick push his hard full cock entered her. Wilder whimpered. She was as tight as ever. A werewolf’s cock is large but a human’s insides are small with tight muscles. When he entered her he moaned with supreme pleasure.

  Wilder’s howl and then his moan of satisfaction bounced off the walls of the cave, and Lycell could swear he heard him.

  “Oh Adrienne it has been too long,” Wilder whispered breathless into Adrienne’s ear. He pushed inside as far as he could go, and he reared up on his knees and plunged in, and pulled out, plunging in again, and Adrienne stayed on all fours with him kissing her behind and fingering her clit until the both of them screamed each other’s names, and that’s when Lycell did hear them and bolted out of the door of their ranch.

  “Oh, Wilder my love,” she said gasping for breath.

  “Adrienne my mate, my woman, my life.”

  “I’m ready,” Wilder said feeling like a strong passionate yearling, which hadn’t been that long ago. It was then he met and fell in love with Adrienne at first sight.

  “Take me,” Adrienne said breathless. He took her and put her on her back and positioned himself over her. “I thought you wanted me the way we were?” She questioned gazing into his eyes. Wilder didn’t talk. He was exploding with his need for Adrienne. He placed the tip of his cock over her opening.

  “What I want is to see your beautiful green eyes and look at that smile on your face when I give you my sperm and impregnate you.”

  “And I want to see the look in your face when our pups are born. This time you’re not going to retreat to a cave. You’re going to be with me when they’re born.”

  And then Adrienne smiled, and what could Wilder do? He knew this time he needed to change to have Adrienne the way he had her before.

  Chapter 7

  She saw his motorcycle and thought it was Tracker as she emerged from the woods. Then she remembered when she last set eyes on him. Tracker drove a Harley Davidson and gave her a ride up to her home not knowing that Robert was Zoey’s father, and that she was the young girl who had followed him around in high school and showed up at the movies when he had dates.

  “I wished the fuck they didn’t look so much alike,” Saadia said. I could sleep with one of those impossibly handsome werewolf brothers and not realize it until it was too late. But I know my Tracker, he’s the one with the bad attitude, and attract women like a moth to wool, and he’s a foot taller than the rest, she thought. A mischievous smile washed across her face. She dropped her backpack and stepped on the newly paved road.

  Wh
en Saadia spotted Damon on his bike leaving the Samsa ranch, she knew it was time to follow him. He had a knapsack flung across his shoulder over his leather jacket which signaled that he was leaving Samsaville for another destination. She stepped into the middle of the blacktop road as he rounded the corner heading in the direction of the main gate. She stood there gazing at Damon as he came to a screeching stop, burning rubber, to keep from crashing into her.

  “What are you doing standing in the road?” His voice angry as he took off his helmet. “If you don’t care about your safety, think about others. Don’t you know you could get run over or worse, get chased down by our dogs,” he said his tone mocking. He placed one boot down not turning off the motor but holding tight on the handles.

  “Your dogs are nothing but pussies. I’ve come through here many a nights and they never make a sound or bark. What kind of guard dogs do you have around here anyway? My miniature poodle could make more noise than them and is probably meaner. And could give a bigger fight than that kennel of overfed lazy bitches. ”

  Saadia didn’t have a poodle, she was a cat person, but she wouldn’t miss the chance to shame or humiliate Damon. She didn’t particularly like him either, and he wasn’t too fond of her.

  “We are werewolves. Nothing gets pass us if we don’t want them too. The dogs are pets like you are for my brother Tracker.” Saadia grimaced and lowered her head. Damon didn’t like to spar with females. He thought they were to be treated delicately. But Saadia had embarrassed Tracker and made him to look like a fool in his brothers’ eyes. A werewolf doesn’t take shame, pity, and humiliation easy. That brings out their basic instincts and they want to strike back. And Damon wanted to do to Saadia what Tracker couldn’t do.

  However Tracker had done enough to Saadia when he walked away from her and refused to marry.

  “What are you doing on our property anyway?” His brow furrowed and one eyebrow raised.

  “Looking for Tracker.”

  “You know he’s not here. And anyway, I thought you got enough of him in high school dissing you in front of his females, and choosing to date practically everyone except you. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint when he refused to marry you?” Damon’s voice sharp. His tone biting.

  “I haven’t given up on him yet,” she said holding back a tear.

  “Then you’re as silly as you were in high school.”

  “I don’t think you should go around making fun of someone who’s in love. Obviously you’ve never been, and for that, I pity you. And I pity you the day a girl gets a hold on your cock and castrate you and then puts a collar and leash on you. You would look funny with one on you.” Saadia slanted her head and glanced at him as if picturing him with a collar on his neck. Then she forgot how she felt and the thought of him with a retractable leash made her laugh.

  That wasn’t a pretty picture Saadia painted for Damon. He frowned at the thought. What woman would be able to lead him around like a dog? He wouldn’t let any get close enough to him to even think she could emasculate him.

  “No female would ever do that to me because I don’t plan on falling in love.”

  “No one plans on that. It just happens. That shows how cold and unfeeling you are. And out of touch with reality and life. You don’t know how falling in love makes you feel alive and almost human. You can’t go around hiding your feelings forever.”

  Damon became annoyed at Saadia, he raised both eyebrows, turned his head and said, “What is it you really want, Saadia?”

  “I wanted to talk to Thorn. I thought maybe he had come back with news about Tracker.”

  “Get it into your head that Tracker won’t return at least not soon. He found him a human female who’s not deceitful like you, and he’s off in Mexico someplace.”

  Saadia stared at Damon. The edges of her mouth fell, and she passed her hand under her eyes quickly so Damon couldn’t see the tears well up and escape.

  When she got control of herself and her voice she said, “How do you know and where in Mexico is he?” Saadia questioned.

  Damon thought she was a joke. Always trailing behind Tracker in school and clearly he didn’t want her. Why couldn’t she get the message—he wasn’t into werefemales. He likes humans, but even he wasn’t that cruel to keep telling her even if she deserved it.

  “I don’t know where he is. I’m going to look for him now. I’m headed to my father’s cabin. If I see him which I won’t, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.” Damon made a gesture to put on his helmet. He needed to leave, if he expected to reach there before morning.

  “The one I heard Tracker talk about? I know where that is.” She smiled and said, “He would promise the girls that he dated in school that he would take them there for the weekends.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “That’s my secret,” she said looking up and smiling. “I heard my father tell my mother about the cabin. Your father had it before he met Adrienne. He promised to sell it but he never did. You like keeping secrets if it about your father, Lycell. My mother said she would burn it down if she thought my father kept a secret like that.”

  Damon eyes narrowed and his dark eyebrows met and he said, “It’s not a secret, my mother knows about it now. And I’m not surprised that you werefemales would do something vicious and irrational like that. Look at the way you’ve been chasing down Tracker.” He glared at Saadia. It takes a werewolf to calm a werefemale like you,” Damon said coolly.

  “And you’re not the one,” Saadia said.

  “But Tracker is,” Damon countered with a wry smile making a small curve of his mouth to the right.

  “I know Tracker and I know what to do to him to calm him.” Saadia gave Damon a wink. Damon frowned.

  “I’m sure you would have to do a lot and maybe that’s why he deserted you.” Damon saw the sadness in Saadia’s eyes, and he didn’t want to continue hurting her. Tracker had done that enough. “I don’t have time for this. I’m meeting Tracker at the cabin and Thorn’s there, too, so don’t go to the ranch looking for him. Is there anything you want me to tell him?”

  “I thought Tracker was in Mexico?”

  “Did I say Tracker? I meant Thorn.” Saadia didn’t know what to believe. But she had to go there anyway. She needed to find Tracker.

  Then Damon placed his helmet on his head and gunned the motorcycle making a screeching noise as he turned down the winding road heading outside of the Samsa compound.

  Saadia stood watching at him until he disappeared and when he hit a sharp curve behind some trees, she ducked out of sight walking into the brush. After changing her clothing she placed her recurved take down bow and arrows in her backpack, and shifted into a werewolf. She thought traveling as a wolf was fast enough to beat Damon to Lycell’s cabin in anticipation of having time with Tracker, because Damon had just giving away that Tracker would be there. Tracker must still be at the cabin, Saadia thought. Maybe he isn’t going to Mexico after all. Maybe she could change his mind.

  Saadia had one more trick she would use on Tracker. What did she have to lose? She had lost everything she wanted anyway.

  It would take much longer for Damon to reach the cabin. Although the motorcycle was fast he had to watch the speed limits which he never did. Saadia prayed Damon would get a speeding ticket. That would slow him down and give her time with Tracker.

  Damon didn’t know then, but there would be a change of plans for him.

  Chapter 8

  Thorn woke, first one eye slow to see darkness and then the other. He tried to stretch out an anxious hand with an anxious finger which was no longer there.

  He tried to get hold of his muddle mind. There was nothing to hold on to. Feeling the chains covering him, and feeling unlike himself—weak and exhausted, he let out a hard breath. The voice hadn’t tied Thorn in ropes yet. Thorn had counted on that.

  Thorn calculated on Zoey’s ability to persuade the voice. With ropes he could gnaw them until they came undone. It would have been hila
rious if the voice had made that mistake at first. But now nothing was amusing about a werewolf chained in a basement and unable to do anything but sleep and wake to another horrible day.

  The voice wanted ropes and duct tape which would have been nice, he thought. But he didn’t have a rope. The only device in the house were chains and a lock his father had used to keep vandals from stealing his antique fifty-six blue and white Chevy out in the attached garage. The chains had been recycled. The chains were to keep out unwanted teenagers to his parent’s cabin during the fall and winter months, but now it was to keep in an unsuspecting werewolf.

  This place stood secluded except for a few old houses and a few old people who couldn’t afford two residences. The voice’s parents could afford that and more, and when the voice needed a place to run to, he would go there.

  The voice’s parents would go to their second home in Phoenix to relax, and to get away from their wayward adult son who kept them worried constantly about his frame of mind, which at the moment bordered on stupidity and madness.

  This place was perfect for getting drunk with his friends who were his buddies in high school. Some of the same failures like him. Some of the same losers like him. Some of the same fuck-ups like him. Not the ones he had met in college. They were successful now and soon to become doctors. But the voice was on his way to becoming a murder.

  There was no preparation on the voice’s part for bringing in kidnapped victims. The thought never came into his mind until he saw what he wanted and went after her. He lived his life that way. Whatever came into his fucked-up mind he would follow through on it. There is nothing wrong with thinking about things. The problem comes with acting on it. He had thought of the kidnapping on the spur of the moment. One minute he’s thinking about fucking a woman and the next he’s thinking about killing her and her husband. So he didn’t think about ropes. He improvised with the chains.

  The ropes never could hold a werewolf. When the voice in the darkness cut off Thorn’s finger, Thorn had to reach deep down within himself not to change, and not to give away that he was a werewolf. Saying he was a werewolf just brought laughter to the man behind the voice in the darkness, however, Thorn had to remind himself of who he is, because it appeared to be slipping away each minute he had been drugged out of his mind.