by Eden French
Still, Calen sat silent, waiting for Celeste to tell him what to do.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked in a ragged voice.
“Yes,” Calen responded. “I have never seen a more beautiful woman.”
“Sit down,” Celeste ordered.
Calen sat on the bed, naked, just as Celeste had ordered.
Celeste approached him slowly and stopped just before she touched his legs. She leaned over and pulled a foil packet from the bedside drawer and placed it atop the nightstand before straightening.
She couldn’t help the smile on her lips, being with Calen felt so right. It was the reason she had become so brave, she was sure of it. Calen made her feel safe to take sexual risks. Celeste had never been with a man who incited the playfulness in her like Calen. It made her heart beat double time. And, she was sure he enjoyed it, too.
His breath was shallow, bated. He was completely hers. Celeste heard every small inhale and exhale. She was aware of each time his cock jumped. She could smell his desire. He was entirely focused on pleasing her. Nothing else existed. It made her drunk. Her eyes focused as she narrowed in on him, sitting still on the bed, his erection sticking up into the air, large and full.
“Calen,” she spoke softly.
Calen looked at Celeste attentively, his eyes heavy with desire.
“Yes, Celeste,” he whispered back.
“You can fuck me now.”
* * * *
Calen didn’t need any further prompting. His hands found her waist, and he pulled Celeste toward him, his mouth finding her belly and kissing it fervently. His face melted into her soft flesh. Calen inhaled deeply, taking in her scent…sweet jasmine mixed with the earthy scent of sandalwood. He licked around her belly button, circling it with the tip of his tongue.
Celeste ran her fingers through his hair. She clenched her hands, taking fistfuls of it in her grasp and steadied his head against her body. Calen moaned in delight. He was so fully aroused.
He moved his grip from around Celeste’s waist until he held each buttock in his hands. He squeezed and roughly pulled her closer into him. Celeste gasped at the suddenness of the movement. He could smell her arousal collect between her legs. It drove him wild.
Grasping her tightly, Calen pulled her around and pushed her onto the bed. Celeste fell back onto the covers, a laugh escaping her lips.
Calen positioned himself on all fours over Celeste. He hungrily eyed her body. Where would he start first? The question bounced around his head briefly before he made up his mind. His erection was hard, ready, but he wanted to prolong this as much as he could. He moved up and bent down, taking one of Celeste’s breasts into his mouth. She arched her back, pushing the soft tissue further into him.
Calen lingered at her breast, biting and sucking at the creamy flesh before moving to the other one. Each movement sent a shock to his erection. It twitched in pleasure, and he felt a bit of fluid escape the tip as he became more and more aroused.
“Oh, Calen,” Celeste groaned. “Your mouth…you feel so good.”
Calen took his time, slowly moving downward, each inch of Celeste’s torso receiving as much attention as the last. Celeste’s body was on fire. The heat emanating from her alone raised the temperature in the room by two degrees. She squirmed under his touch.
When Calen reached her mons, he stopped. He inhaled deeply and took in the scent of her hair there. The dark, wiry mass was short and neatly groomed. He kissed it deeply before moving further south.
Grabbing Celeste’s knees, Calen spread her open before him. Her hot pussy was glistening even in the dimness of the bedroom light. She was so wet for him. Calen felt his cock twitch in need. He would have her, but not before he made her come in his mouth.
Calen slowly approached the steaming flesh, stopping just at her opening and watched as Celeste’s eyes opened wide and rolled to the back of her head.
“Oh God, Calen, please,” Celeste begged. “Please touch me.”
Calen stuck his tongue out and let the tip graze up along her slit until it reached the tiny bump at the top. It was easy to find. Her clit was hardened with desire. It poked out from between her lips and begged to be caressed.
“Ahhh,” Celeste moaned. “Calen, please!”
Calen heard the need rise in her tone and couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted to please her, to drive her insane with desire. He pushed his tongue forcefully against her pussy and lapped it eagerly, stopping every now and again to flick at her hardened knob that throbbed with each pass.
Calen held Celeste’s thighs and pulled her down onto him, his face completely hidden in her dripping pussy. Celeste cried out in pleasure.
“God, Calen, yes…yes!”
Calen’s tongue moved faster and faster along Celeste’s entrance as she spread her legs further apart, opening more to him. Calen took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into her cunt. He devoured her fluid as it dripped from her in a rush. She tasted sweet and creamy.
Celeste’s thighs stiffened and Calen felt her quickly building to an orgasm. He felt her skin flush with desire’s warm fingers as he stroked her pussy with his mouth, forcing her legs to close, squeezing his head between them. Her hands found Calen’s hair, and she took it in her fists, holding him fast against her, keeping his face steady.
Calen let her control his motion. With her hands in his hair, he let Celeste move his face about in her flesh, his tongue lapping at the delicious, swollen flesh with every movement. He could tell Celeste was close to the apex. Her thighs contracted and held still as her hands continued to control the motion of his head.
“Oh, God, Calen, I’m gonna come!” she gasped, her voice raspy from desire.
Calen felt himself grow harder and longer, though he was not sure how it was possible, as he already felt he would explode. As Celeste moved his head down, he took the chance to grab her hips tight and pull her down into him with force, plunging his tongue once more deep into her hot, pulsing cunt.
Celeste exploded around him. Her flesh contracting and squeezing his tongue as the orgasm rippled out in large, bursting waves. She screamed in pleasure, her body stiff as she fell into her climax.
When the waves had subsided, Calen felt her muscles relax in a puddling mound of flesh. She squirmed as he licked every drop of her fluid from between her legs She tasted amazing. He wanted more of her.
Rising up on all fours, he reached over to the nightstand where Celeste had placed the square foil packet and grabbed it. She took it from his hand. Ripping it open, Celeste removed the condom, then sat up to reach Calen’s thick cock. It was hard and ready to burst as Celeste rolled the protection down its length.
* * * *
Celeste lay back and waited for him to make the first move, admiring his athletic physique. Calen leaned forward and hovered over her, his cock inches from her wet pussy.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more in my entire life,” he whispered.
“What are you waiting for?” Celeste replied, bending her knees, spreading herself more for him.
Calen’s breath caught in his throat. He reached down and held his cock in his hand, holding it at Celeste’s quivering hole. She lifted her hips, giving Calen a better angle to take her.
Calen thrust into her. Celeste’s mouth opened in surprise as he filled her completely. A small sound escaped his throat, and Celeste’s mind was lost. She was overtaken by the absolute heady rush of sensual pleasure.
Calen lay atop Celeste’s body, their mouths crushing together again. They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other in an intimate exchange of energy. Celeste could barely breathe, she was so enraptured with the god-like man above her.
She gloried in the feeling of Calen’s weight on her. She felt every toned muscle as it pressed into her soft curves. His chest crushed her breast, and she felt smothered as he found his rhythm inside her. She reveled in it. She wanted him to completely consume her.
Celeste lifted her l
egs and wrapped them around Calen’s body. She wanted him deeper inside her, though she had no idea how that would be possible. He already bumped up against her end with each strong thrust. She lost herself to the feeling. She ceased human thought. She became a more instinctual creature, more wild.
“Fuck me harder, Calen…deeper. I want all of you—more than I can take,” she growled as she pulled violently away from his kiss.
Calen’s green eyes grew dark…stormy…the dark sea on a cloudy day. Celeste sensed she brought out a side of him he was unfamiliar with, a ragged part he barely knew. She licked her lips, and realized she wanted to get to know it with him.
* * * *
Calen began to thrust harder into her, his grunts growing in volume, more raw, with each rough push into Heaven. He felt himself creeping closer to his orgasm. The intensity of it both excited and terrified him.
He felt Celeste grow near her climax, as well. The tight canal of her pussy grew stiff around his cock, squeezing tighter and tighter with each thrust. He felt the muscles in his stomach clench as he braced himself for the release he knew drew near. He looked down at Celeste, her expression dazed from the pure lust that had now taken over.
She parted her lips and took in a short breath, her pupils dilated to large, dark saucers. A dull yellow tinged the outside edge of her irises. Calen could hold on no longer. With a final raging thrust, he released himself into her.
As his first spasm hit, Celeste’s body came with an uncontrolled burst. Her orgasm exploded around him, pulsing around his cock as it pumped inside her with violent spurts.
“Oh, shit, Celeste.” Calen’s voice frayed, barely audible as her orgasm hit him and sent him into a further flurry of eruption that lasted longer than he had ever experienced.
Celeste held him tight inside her as he let her pleasure roll through him, wave after wave after wave after glorious wave. He was unable to breathe in the moment. His lungs had long ceased working.
When the final surge of the wave crested and broke his body, both he and Celeste collapsed where they lay, unable to move, unable to speak. Their chests heaved as they tried to regain the escaped air keeping them hostage during their pleasure.
After some time, Calen rolled off Celeste with care. He propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand tracing a line down the center of her body.
“My God, woman, what have you done to me?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.
“What do you mean?”
Calen let out a laugh. “What I mean is that I barely even know you and somehow, I feel like I have known you forever. Somehow, in these few moments, you have made me completely and totally yours.”
Celeste reached up and hooked her hand around Calen’s neck. She pulled him gently to her, her eyes reflecting his vulnerability.
“And here I thought it was just me,” she replied as she drew him near, her lips carefully and lovingly meeting his in a soft kiss.
Chapter Ten
It had been weeks since Calen and Celeste had begun their affair. Though Calen would most likely argue about the semantics, it is what Zev referred to it as “an affair, plain and simple.” Zev couldn’t reconcile it was more than that... no, he wouldn’t.
Grunting in displeasure at the thought of the two together, Zev stomped into the locker room to change for practice. He was late…again. The rest of the team was already on the field for warm-ups. He knew he would take some flack for his tardiness, but he didn’t care. He planned it that way, wanting to avoid as much interaction with Calen as he possibly could, and that included locker room talk.
It was torture enough having to see him daily. Living with Calen was proving more difficult than he anticipated. The only way he hadn’t ripped his face off already was due to the phone conversation he’d had with his father. Zev counted his luck at having such grounded parents. It was fortunate for Calen, too. If it hadn’t been for Mr. Reynolds talking his son down, Calen would not be standing, Zev’s inner beast was itching to take him out.
He inhaled deeply and tried to push his negative thoughts aside as he made his way to his locker and remembered his father’s wise words.
“I know it’s her, Father, I can smell it,” Zev exclaimed, his frustration rising. “I just don’t understand why she hasn’t come to me yet…why she’s wasting her time with a human.” The word rolled off his tongue like a curse.
“Zev, you have to be patient, son. This is the way of the females of our kind. She is following her path. It is she who will bring the next generation of heirs into the world. It is her right to gather a pool of potential mates. Let her be free to find them.”
Zev’s fist clenched. “I don’t care!” he yelled into the receiver. “She should be with me!”
Zev’s father had grown quiet. When he spoke, his tone was serious.
“Listen to me, son. Listen carefully. I know how you feel. Angry…powerless. But, you must find the strength inside yourself to master your emotions. This is our way. If you are to lead, to be a true alpha, you must get over your ego and live by example. All alphas must.”
Zev was silent on the other end as his father spoke.
“You were born to be an alpha, son. Don’t forget that. And, any alpha worth their title must learn to control their beast. This is the way it must be.”
“But, Father,” Zev whispered. “Seeing them together, knowing what they share”—his voice cracked—“it destroys my heart and the only way I can stop the pain is to let the anger rise.”
His father sighed into the phone.
“I know, son. I know. But, you must let her go. Your mother and I knew, when we decided to raise you in a human life, that one day, this transition would be hard for you to understand. You’ve grown up in the human world, with human customs, human understandings. We knew it was a risk, but we wanted you to have every opportunity we could give you. We knew you would be able to overcome anything. And, you will overcome this.
“Give her space, son. Trust me. Even when you feel you shouldn’t. Just as it is your right to protect and lead, it is her right to have her pool of mates. A true alpha cannot be dominated by anyone and a true alpha mate cannot be contained to just one partner. Be confident in yourself, she will find you. And one day you’ll realize you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Zev listened in petulant silence. He was not convinced his father was right, but after listening further to his parents’ story, his anger had been alleviated a bit. He had been stunned, and slightly disturbed, when his mother admitted to having numerous partners in their youth. How had his father known about it and stepped aside as she found her way? It seemed an impossible task.
His father was a true alpha, and eventually, his mother had gravitated to him, dropping most of her pool and settling with only one other man, the beta of the pack.
His parents were accepting of that life, but they had grown up knowing the ways of their kind. That was their normal. Zev felt at a complete disadvantage having recently gained the knowledge of his ancestry only four years ago. How could they expect him to flip the switch from human to wolf?
He threw his bag down on the floor, in a worse mood than when he walked in. He sat on the bench and unzipped it. Taking his gear out, he ran his hands through his hair before starting to undress. He pulled his shirt off and heard the field door to the locker room open and shut. He stiffened. He heard the footsteps as they grew closer to him. He hoped it wasn’t Calen, though he knew it was. His wolf would know those steps anywhere.
Calen turned the corner of the locker row and saw Zev standing there shirtless.
“Hey, man, where’ve you been? Practice started ten minutes ago,” Calen said, approaching his locker and opening it. He pulled out a mouth guard and switched the one hanging on his helmet with it.
“Just late…lost track of time,” Zev muttered. He tried to sound casual, but the irritation in his voice was apparent.
Calen turned. “Well, you better get out there. Coach is pissed and Celeste is h
ere to take action shots for the team.” His smile reached from ear to ear at the mention of her name.
Zev closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He knew Calen was rubbing it in his face. That he got the girl and Zev didn’t.
Asshole.
Zev could feel his inner wolf tilt its head to the side in interest.
So, you wanna play, do you?
“I’m sure Celeste will be able to get a shot of me, whether I’m late or not. And if she doesn’t, I can always make myself available to her afterward. I’m sure she’ll be more than accommodating, the professional that she is.” Zev baited Calen as the wolf spurred him on. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a little competition, was there? If Calen were so secure in his relationship, Zev’s comments shouldn’t make a difference anyhow.
Calen stiffened.
Zev smiled to himself.
“What’s your problem, man?” Calen took a step toward him. “You have an issue with Celeste?”
Zev immediately met his response with equal intensity. He stepped forward so only the thin bench between the locker rows ran between them. They were nearly chest-to-chest, their eyes locked on the other, testosterone igniting a bonfire of emotions that all led back to one woman.
“I’m gonna ask you one more time, Zev. What the fuck is your problem?” Calen hissed from behind his faceguard.
“You tell me, Calen,” Zev replied, his chest heaving, his wolf at the ready. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t seem to be bothered with anyone but yourself lately. Too blinded to see you’re not the only person in her world. It’s a shame it won’t last.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Calen spat.
Zev smiled, satisfied he clearly got under Calen’s skin. “It means your time with Celeste is limited, so, I suppose, you might as well enjoy her while you can because it won’t be long now before she realizes there are other men out there. Men who can offer her everything she needs.”
