by Leela Ash
She lifted her lips from his, “You don’t have a fever, do you? Your skin is warm.”
He chuckled, “Baby, I get a fever every time you’re near me.”
His lips swooped down for another dazzling kiss, and Kelly lost every last trace of her senses.
6.
Her breathing was coming hot and heavy as she moaned in awakening delight and slid her fingers into the crisp hairs of his chest. Derek’s tongue sank deep into her mouth, stroking, teasing, driving her crazy.
His hands stroked her skin through the light material of the t-shirt before dropping to stroke her legs and the silken flesh of her thighs.
Kelly arched against him as his hands moved higher, pushing the t-shirt up all the way to her chest. Derek’s head dropped and he took one peach-colored nipple in his mouth.
Kelly’s head fell back, pleasure streaking through her as Derek kissed and suckled her breasts. His right hand stroked her thighs and rose to the juncture of her thighs. Without thought, she parted her legs, giving him access.
Slowly, Derek stroked her pussy with a long finger, and Kelly moaned aloud, running her fingers up and down his back. She was already wet. He stroked her clitoris and then his finger boldly entered the warm wet passage of her vagina.
Kelly arched as a wild cry escaped her lips, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Derek.”
“You like this?” he asked against her breasts.
“Oh, yes! Please don’t stop! I want you. I need you.”
His finger stroked in and out of her pussy, slow and sure, and Kelly almost forgot to breathe as pleasure speared through her and she relinquished her entire body to him, enslaved to his touch.
Everything in Derek roared with masculine pride at her tender surrender; he felt his wolf side rear its head in warning and he switched it off with slow deliberation. Her breasts were, to his delight, so soft and succulent that he wanted to bury his face in them forever. But her pussy was so incredibly wet and responsive to his ministrations that he longed to lick her just to taste if she was as sweet as he expected. She was incredibly tight and warm down there; she was so tight he would have thought she was a virgin if he didn’t know better.
He lifted his head off her breasts and dipped it between her legs. His tongue flicked against her clitoris while his finger continued to stroke in and out of her tight, wet entrance. She was so incredibly amazing, he thought. His dick pressed insistently against the fly of his jeans; he wanted her with a violence that shook him.
He continued to lick her clit slowly while finger-fucking her. Kelly arched and spread her legs wider for him, screaming his name as he ruthlessly drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Then he stopped and lifted his head as he began to unbuckle his pants. “I want to see you, Kelly. I want you completely naked.”
Kelly lifted her shirt over her head and flung it into a far corner. Derek unzipped his fly and shoved down his pants and her breath caught in her throat.
He was huge! Her hands immediately stretched to touch him, but he grabbed both hands, kissed them and pinned them above her head with one hand.
His silver eyes were glinting as he positioned his penis between her legs and began to stroke her clit with the smooth head of his cock.
He bent his head to hers again and this time took her lips in a long, endless kiss that made her toes curl. Then, with his lips, still joined with hers, he began to sink into her with slow precision that made her sob in raw need.
“You’re so tight, Kelly. I’m afraid of hurting you,” he told her.
He thrust in slightly and then out again, in and out, in and out, sliding inch after inch into her with exquisite slowness until he was buried in her to the hilt.
Kelly shifted, trying to adjust to the fullness in her pussy. Derek began to thrust in and out of her again and again. His right hand began to squeeze and caress her left breast and she arched, groaning as he fucked her hard.
“I love your pussy, Kelly,” he groaned, his voice hoarse as he pounded away at her pussy.
Kelly’s legs were spread as far as they would go as pleasure ricocheted through her. She wanted him desperately and even now, when he was already fucking her out of her mind, she wanted more.
Kelly began to wriggle her hips as he rode her. She wanted him to make love to her again and again, and she couldn’t stop the wild feelings inside of her. She needed him with a desperation that frightened her.
What was it about him that made her react like this? She wanted more. He was already making love to her and driving her out of her mind and yet she wanted more.
She clung to him, pulling him down atop her body and making him lie against her as he drove into her.
She kissed his cheeks, his earlobes, as he loved her. With a quickness that was unexpected, he pulled out of her pussy and her entire body mourned the loss.
“What?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. He pressed his finger once more into her pussy, curved it upward, and began to rub her G-spot, his gaze locked on hers. The sensation was too much and Kelly shut her eyes as all the tension strumming through her nerves rallied in between her thighs and she began to buck and writhe against him as she undulated and pleaded for release.
The tension built higher and higher until it erupted in a rushing pool of spewing pleasure that gushed from her in squirts. Derek bent and kissed and sucked her as she squirted, lapping up her juices and fingering her into more orgasms.
When she was done, he lifted his head and looked at her.
“Derek? I haven’t had sex in over three years. I’m glad I waited for you,” she confessed with startling simplicity.
His control broke. He grabbed her and spread her legs wider, pulling her pussy right onto his thighs with her upper back still prone on the sleeping bag. Then he shoved into her in one sure thrust, wrenching a startled cry of part-pleasure, part-surprise from her throat.
He began to move, riding her fast and hard, in a furious rhythm that got her juices flowing straightaway. He lifted her to sit atop his thighs as he fucked her, and Kelly groaned as she began to shake and squirt again.
Derek buried his face in her neck, gritting his teeth as he drove into her wet, willing pussy. Passion drove him until he was almost mad with it.
He squeezed one of her breasts as he fucked her harder and harder.
“You’re so sweet, Kelly. So sweet. So incredibly sweet,” he groaned. The muscles of his forearms bunched as he held her.
His rhythm began to slow as he neared his own release. He threw back his head, thrust once, twice and then he released a mighty roar as he came in wave after wave of pleasure and poured his seed into her waiting pussy. Kelly’s soft cries mingled with his as she came a third time, trembling in his arms in the aftermath of the full force of his unleashed passion.
Kelly drifted back to earth in slow motion. Her chest was heaving as she drew in much-needed deep breaths of air.
Her eyes flickered open to find Derek watching her with an unreadable expression in his silver eyes.
What was he thinking? At once, tension curled through her as his thoughts became the most important thing in the whole world.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered, her heart in her throat.
“I’m thinking, I won’t let you sleep tonight. I’ll probably wake you up every half-hour to make love some more. I can’t get enough of you, Kelly Dunes,” he added, lifting one hand to gently stroke her hair back from her forehead.
Her heart shifted and Kelly lifted tear-brightened eyes to him as she permitted herself to acknowledge the truth of why his opinion mattered so much and why his slightest touch set her on fire and why she’d made love with him— She was falling in love with the tour guide.
Hell, she had known him for all of two days and she was half in love with him!
7.
As soon as the motorbike pulled into the resort the following morning, Tom skid out of Therese’s arms and bounded into his
mom’s hands.
“Mom!”
“Oh, my baby,” Kelly cried, squatting and kissing his chubby baby face all over.
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her neck in a death grip, burying his little face in her neck.
“Mommy!”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. I’m fine.”
Tom hugged her tighter for some minutes and then he finally let go and lifted his little face to stare at her as though she were fragile porcelain. “You’re not hurt, are you? The bad animal didn’t get you, did it?”
“No, honey,” she promised, tugging at his cheeks with affection. “The bad animal didn’t get me. In fact, I got rescued by a good animal.”
“Really?” he asked, his ears perking up with that certain ability children had to spot when a good story was in the offering.
Kelly grinned at him, her hair falling into her eyes as she did so. “I met a wolf,” she told her son.
She didn’t see Derek pause in mid-stride.
“The Big Bad Wolf!” Tom screamed.
Kelly laughed outright; the sound, carefree and happy, warmed his heart.
“No, honey. Not him. I met a good wolf. He was big too, and somewhat frightening, but he was very good. He chased the panther off and s-s-saved me,” she faltered.
She wouldn’t think about why that same wolf had shown up at the door of her cave and scared her silly. She was sure it was him; she would know those silvery eyes and fine silver fur anywhere!
“Wow,” Tom breathed.
Inadvertently, Kelly blushed. The one word reminded her poignantly of her night with Derek and what he had said afterward. He’d said wow too and he had made her feel like a million dollars with that single word.
She noticed Therese staring suspiciously at her and she deliberately let her hair cover one side of her face to hide her expression from her friend’s eagle eyes as she returned her attention to her son.
“Did you eat your veggies last night?” she demanded, asking the one question guaranteed to distract everyone because Tom hated veggies and he made no bones about it.
“I didn’t,” he admitted. And before she could scold him, he tactically added, “I was too worried about you to eat.”
Tom the Negotiator, she thought with an inward roll of her eyes and an outward effort to bite back her smile.
“Tom…” she began, in her ‘unconvinced mom’ tone.
“Well, I was,” he insisted.
Sincerity blazed from his eyes and she swallowed a knot of guilt. Truth be told, she hadn’t eaten either, but she was an adult, and while Tom had been worried sick about her, she had been busy screwing her brains out in a cave like a wild, wanton woman. And worse, she had woken Derek up twice the same night to fuck her some more.
Guilt streaked through her and she lowered her head to hide her tears of shame. What was wrong with her? She was a terrible mother. Maybe she didn’t deserve to have custody of Tom.
She had been like a wild woman last night, shrieking and scratching and biting. Why, the poor man probably had scratches all over his back and thighs, thanks to her.
No, she really didn’t deserve to have custody of her sweet, innocent baby.
“I have an idea,” Therese murmured, coming to kneel beside them. “Why don’t we go have pancakes? We won’t be seeing any sights today, so it will just be three of us. The others already left with Murphy, anyway,” she added. “And Tom? Your mom will feed you herself!”
“I’d like that,” Kelly said, tears of gratitude stinging her eyes as she looked at her friend.
Therese avoided her gaze and rose to her full height and departed indoors.
Derek was staring straight at her and she could almost hear his thoughts. Last night was branded into both their memories, but somehow, in the cold light of day, she almost felt as though it had opened up a desolate gulf between them rather than brought them closer.
Memories of her soft cries of ecstasy as he thrust in and out of her tight, wet pussy marched inside her head and her cheeks reddened even as heat rose with warning inside of her. She had never been like this, she thought. She had enjoyed sex with Jason all right, and she had always been a passionate woman. But something about Derek made her feel as though she had been sleeping all her life. He awakened parts of her she had never suspected existed. He drove her mad and unlocked parts of her she had never seen.
She felt something inside of him pulling her, calling to her; as though there was a … wild, animal, side of him he didn’t show anyone and somehow, she had stumbled upon it.
She shook her head. That didn’t even make sense. Sounded like so much nonsense.
“Sorry for the trouble, Ms. Dunes,” Derek intoned with stiff formality. Then with long-legged strides, he headed for his cabin.
Kelly stared after him for a beat, then Tom’s tug on her hand jerked her back to attention, and she let him lead her into their own cabin.
The resort had conceived the idea of cabins for their guests to lend an adventurous and natural air to the whole adventure. In truth, the cabins boasted every modern amenity possible inside, but it also lent a natural atmosphere to the resort.
Tall palm trees lined the resort and beautiful flowers, some of which she had never seen, grew in manicured rows.
“Therese? Thanks for watching Tom last night,” Kelly said as her friend busied herself at the stove, preparing pancakes.
Therese didn’t answer.
Kelly watched her. Therese was a medical doctor, which meant she rarely had any time whatsoever. But when it came to Tom, she had plenty of time.
“Therese, did you hear what—”
Her words were cut off when Therese slammed the skillet against the sink, making everyone jump. Her back was to the room and without turning around, she ordered, “Tom, go play in your room for a bit!”
Tom grabbed a cookie off the plate on the kitchen table and fled to his room.
“You mind telling me what this is about?” Kelly asked with caution.
“Oh, I don’t mind!” Therese spat, turning around to face her friend. “I don’t mind telling you that it hurts that we were worried sick about you last night and held vigil while you were busy getting drilled!”
“Therese!”
“Oh, excuse me! Should I have used another word? One Tom might have been more likely to recognize?”
Kelly’s anger subsided. Therese was like that; she was always thinking about Tom. Even now, when she was more furious than Kelly had ever seen her, she was still concerned about Tom.
Kelly felt tears of remorse sting her eyes, “Listen—”
“Save it! Just answer one question for me: were you really in danger or was that a ploy you two came up with so you could be alone?”
Kelly gasped in shock. “How dare you?”
“Very easily. Your attack by some wild animal and your salvation by another wild animal seems a little too perfect and convenient for me. Besides, I saw how he couldn’t tear his eyes off you for a minute, and vice versa. I’m more inclined to think there was just one animal in the story; Derek!”
“I don’t have to listen to this!” Kelly announced and crashed out of the kitchen and headed right out of the house.
“Yeah, walk away,” Therese called after her. “Just don’t forget that this is a fling and nothing more!”
Kelly jerked open the front door and surprised Derek, who was standing with an arm raised as though he wanted to knock.
“Uh, sorry. I just wanted to return this,” he said quietly, handing her Tom’s toy solider, Dexter.
Her eyes widened. She had forgotten all about the toy in the excitement of yesterday. She had actually forgotten it in the cave!
She raised shiny, tear-brightened eyes to his. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t blame yourself,” he implored.
“Thank you, Derek,” she said softly.
He shifted, looking uncomfortable, and she realized in a flash that he had heard everything Therese had sa
id. Oh no.
“Can we talk for a bit?” he asked.
With a jerky nod, she pulled the door shut behind her and strode with him a little away from the cabin.
“About last night, Kelly,” he began without dissemble, pausing beneath a palm tree. “Your friend is right. It shouldn’t have happened.”
He looked away for a bit, then back at her. “You’re a very warm, amazing woman and you deserve better than a turn in the hay—”
“I don’t remember any hay,” she quipped.
He shrugged as if to say, you get my drift.
“Or is this some policy thing about getting fired for being involved with guests?” she asked, peering into his face. Was she falling head over heels while he was worried about his job in some tiny African community?
He laughed at that one but said nothing.
So that wasn’t it then.
Derek wanted desperately to take her in his arms again and bury his nose in her fragrant hair. Last night, he had felt whole and complete in a way he had never imagined before. She had woken him twice to make love to her, blushing with each request. What she hadn’t realized was that he had been awake the entire night, restraining himself from making love to her until daybreak. His supernatural strength gave him unusual staying power; he could make love for twelve hours straight and not want to stop. If he’d tried that with her, it would have killed her.
And therein lay his problem.
Kelly was human. He was not. He was half-human, half-wolf. And even though he had avoided other shifters for years and stayed away from his childhood home for as long as he could, he knew the rules still applied. Humans weren’t supposed to know they existed. He would be endangering her if he told her who he really was; it could set an entire pack of shifters after her. And if he didn’t tell her, he would still be endangering her because, what if he lost control one day, and ravished her the way his body was screaming for him to? Or what if he forgot his own strength and held her tighter than he should? Grabbed her a little too roughly?
