by Tasha Black
The next thing she knew he was showering kisses on her stomach, tickling her with his five o’clock shadow.
She laughed and wiggled until he finally stopped.
“That’s better,” he said, winking up at her, making her heart ache with love and gratitude.
Before she could answer he was going lower, nuzzling her thighs, pressing them open.
It had only been a few days since the last time they were together, since that night when he had loved her so thoroughly and so many times that she’d felt almost spoiled with overindulgence.
Now she felt as desperate as if she had never tasted pleasure before, her desire so strong it was as if gravity had let her go and she was floating up to Ian, like metal to a magnet.
He growled with lust and buried his face in her.
Bianca tried to hold still and take in the sensations. The warmth of his mouth, the pleasure building as he lapped at her opening, shot through her like lightning as he lavished her clitoris with slow, soft strokes.
She tried to hold back her climax, wanting this to last. But after only a few seconds her whole body was tensing and she came apart, crying out as he slid a long finger inside her.
He continued to lick and massage, teasing every last pulse of ecstasy from her.
But as soon as she was finished, he was crawling back up to nuzzle her neck.
She could feel him, hot and rigid against her belly.
“Are you ready, darling?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
“Mm, so polite. Let’s see if I can make you forget your manners,” he teased, raising an eyebrow.
She wanted to giggle again, she really wanted to.
But the feel of him, her own scent on his lips, the sound of his heart beating, it was like a symphony to her senses, a very serious song, the oldest song in the world.
When she wound her arms around his neck, he must have heard it too. His eyes shone and he cradled her so gently.
He pressed himself slowly inside her and Bianca swore she could hear distant bells ringing.
He made love to her slowly, filling her with his pulsing steel and then rocking gently until she could hardly bear the tension.
When she cried out in frustration, he slipped a hand between them and massaged her clit with his thumb.
And then she was flying, flying above Blue Creek, above the world, and touching infinity, before crashing down, down, down to crush out the otherworldly ecstasy on his pounding cock.
Immediately, Ian swelled impossibly larger and jetted out his pleasure inside her, calling out her name brokenly.
She fell asleep that night with her head on his warm chest as he traced light circles on her bare shoulder blades.
Chapter 24
A few weeks later, Halloween night was upon them at last. Bianca giggled as another set of costumed kids approached the porch.
“Incredible,” Ian proclaimed, “I can’t believe that Dorothy and the Scarecrow are really right here in Blue Creek. How did you get here?”
“We followed the brick road,” said the little scarecrow in delight, pointing at the brick walkway leading up to the house.
Ian laughed, as did the mother who was standing out at the sidewalk.
“That was an awesome joke, buddy, here’s a candied apple,” Bianca congratulated the kid and handed one to him and one to the little sister too.
The kids tottered back down the steps and across the candlelit path to their mother.
A cold breeze set the wind chimes tinkling. It was getting late.
“Those were our last two apples,” she told Ian, smiling at the way he followed the children with his eyes.
Soon, darling, she thought to herself. There had been a parade of adorable kids all night long, and his desire to start a family of their own was plain on his face.
But there was something else tonight - he had an energy that was different from usual.
“I guess we’d better close up shop then,” he said.
She nodded and they began blowing out the candles on the porch and walkway.
The last few weeks had been a blur of happy times. But with Bianca’s research project and Ian’s teaching, they had to fulfill their obligations to the real world as well as explore their budding love.
Bianca figured it was lucky they had those obligations, because without work, they would never have left his bed, and surely by now they would have starved to death there.
When the house was dark at last, Ian turned to her, his golden eyes dancing.
“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“We haven’t been running. Will you run with me?” he asked her.
Bianca shivered with delight. It was true that they’d spent so much time at work and in bed there had hardly been any time left to let her wolf off the leash. The mere idea had her whole body tingling with excitement.
“Come on, let’s go for a ride,” he offered.
They hopped in the car and he parked near the high school.
The woods behind the school were dark. The bare branches reached for the moon with a cold beauty.
As they hiked away from the school Bianca had to admit that this hardly felt like the same lush forest where she had stood just a month ago, looking for no more than an evening’s entertainment, but finding her mate and herself.
They spotted a large tree and stripped down.
Ian looked away, probably so as to keep his resolve to run rather than ravage.
But Bianca couldn’t resist taking a peek at her mate’s strong physique. Her night vision was fantastic now.
When Ian sank into his silver wolf, Bianca took a breath and then melted into her own.
The sights of the world receded to make way for scents and sounds.
Instantly, she could hear the denizens of the forest moving around her, smell the rabbits and squirrels and the rare red fox.
Her mate trotted forward between the trees and Bianca followed, her paws reveling in the cool wet leaves and the damp soil.
Soon Ian was running, leaping and sailing over fallen logs and puddles.
Joyously, Bianca allowed her legs to pump and churn. She sucked in long draughts of the fresh night air and panted happily as she bounded over the forest floor and through the thicket.
Suddenly, there was something… familiar.
An old scent, but one that made her feel both excited and terrified.
She screeched to a halt, paws splayed, and lowered her muzzle to the ground.
Ian had stopped only a few paces ahead. His pelt shimmered in the moonlight, his golden eyes studied her, unblinking.
At once, he rose into his man form and Bianca was looking up, past his long legs and muscular torso to see those same golden eyes studying her from the face she knew so well.
Closing her own eyes, she rose into her own human form.
“Do you know where we are?” he whispered to her, wrapping his warm arms around her.
His spicy scent and the hard feel of him against her was a distraction, but Bianca tried to figure out where they were, she really did.
“I don’t see anything special,” she admitted at last. “We just seem to be in the woods.”
“This is where I found you,” he told her softly.
She caught her breath and looked immediately down at the ground. Then she blushed and hoped it wasn’t terrible that she would only recognize the site of their meeting from the place where they had consummated their ten-year secret crush.
“Yes, love, right there,” he breathed, stroking her hair.
She giggled.
“What are you giggling at, woman?” he demanded. But he was smiling.
“I don’t know. I mean, will we bring our kids here one day?” she asked with another laugh.
“Yes,” he said solemnly. “But not because of that, because of something else that happened here.”
“Something else happened here
?” Bianca asked, mystified.
He didn’t answer, instead feeling along the tree they were standing against, searching for something.
At last, he seemed to find what he had been looking for.
The next second, he dropped to his knees.
“Bianca, I love you,” he said simply.
The woods blurred from her tears.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
But she was crying too hard to answer him.
“Oh god, you’re not ready,” he murmured.
“No,” she smiled through her tears, “I was always ready.” She had been writing ‘Mrs. Bianca Anderson’ in her journal since the day they’d met, though she would deny it up and down, if anyone ever asked.
“I just… I just… I’m just so happy,” she finished.
And with that, she flung herself onto the ground with him, and there between the wet leaves and the scents of the forest, he slid the ring onto her finger.
It was a pretty thing, a diamond held to a slender band of gold by two sides of a scroll. Tomorrow Addison and Mei would squeal and cry over it.
But tonight there was only Ian and the love they shared.
Bianca flowed into his arms and it was the most natural thing in the world for her mouth to find his.
“Here?” he asked her.
Her body was so filled with desire for him she could barely speak.
“Yes,” she managed.
She had just enough time to wonder at it all. How she, indoorsy, neat freak Bianca Silver, had fallen in love with a wild man and let him turn her into a wolf. How the restrained Ian Anderson had finally taken the love that was offered to him, without guilt or apology.
And then he was making love to her slowly and sweetly on the forest floor and there was no more thinking.
THE END
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