“Shit.” Rolf shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s not nice living there.”
“I gotta ask.” Rolf looked over quickly. “How the hell did you escape?”
“Long story short.” She looked sad as she spoke. “My father wasn’t only obsessed with purity, but with money too, even though he’s rich as sin. So, he didn’t just find me a ‘suitable’ mate. He sold my purity to the highest bidder that could prove their own pure-blood.”
Rolf cursed as she took a deep inhale to steady her growing upset. “I know, right? Way to go, poppa. Anyway, the man that won is some kind of royalty in Europe, and he came over to ‘inspect’ me. Make sure I was worth the amount of money he was going to pay. So, father being father, he had to show off and throw a lavish party. It grew very raucous, put a group of Russian men together and they’re gonna get drunk and tell tall tales. So, as they grew drunker, I slipped away, but my guard was still sober. He followed me to my room and stood outside, as usual. I climbed out the window and managed to get away. I guess they thought I was so cowed I wouldn’t try to escape.”
“Fuck!” Rolf cursed again, hitting the steering wheel with his hand. “Your father is a fucking lowlife, sorry, kitten, but he is.”
“Don’t apologize.” She nodded. “I agree with you. But it also means he’s going to hunt me down, Rolf, and trust me when I say, he’s gonna be angry as hell.”
“I’ll deal with him.” Rolf ground out between his teeth. “Don’t you worry about him, alright?”
“That’s gonna be hard. He’s ruled my life for so long and I’ve seen him dole out punishment for perceived infractions. He’s cruel, devious, and strong.”
“I’m not cruel, and don’t think I’m devious, but I sure as fuck am strong.” Rolf gave her a small smile before pointing ahead.
“There’s the main road, let’s hope it’s not too bad.” The snow was still falling, large flakes brushed away by the wipers.
Luckily, although almost three inches of snow lay on the road, it was passable. The thick tires of Rolf’s jeep easily traversing through the white blanket and on towards home. “Not long now,” he whispered as Mishka sat curled up on the seat.
“Good,” she answered. “I’m a little hungry again.”
“We can eat first,” Rolf replied.
“First?” Mishka asked.
“Yeah, first.” Rolf chuckled softly. “Second is shower, remember?”
Mishka’s heart started to beat faster as she recalled what he’d said earlier. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” Rolf laughed again as he took the turn that led to Camp. “I’m looking forward to our first night together, kitten.”
“Me too,” she admitted, even if her face was burning.
“Tell me about yourself,” Rolf asked as they carried on the road that now split the forest. “What food do you like? Music? Drinks?”
“I love meat, obviously.” She laughed. “Music is harder, I don’t like one particular kind. I like all sorts but I do like to relax to a nice instrumental, if I’m reading. I love to read and I’m sad I had to leave my e-reader behind.”
“Really?” Rolf’s mouth tugged up in a wide smile. “I love reading too. You can check my reader out but I’m a thriller genre kind of guy. That might not be what you like.”
“My reading is like my music, I like all sorts, so I’ll have a look.”
“Good, and I’m sure I’ve got an older reader somewhere. I can get that for you and we can get you some of your own.” Rolf slowed as they neared the Camp. “What about your favorite drinks?”
“I like a glass of wine, white usually, and I love diet soda.” She giggled softly. “I drink far too much of it.”
“Just let me know your favorite ones and I’ll get them for you.” Rolf pulled to a stop outside his small cabin. “I’m sorry, it’s kinda small. I’ve only ever needed to think of myself and there are only two bedrooms.”
Mishka looked at the cabin, a little smile toying on her lips. “We only need one.”
Rolf turned the engine off and turned to her. “I’ll do my best to make you happy, Mishka. I’m not rich but I do have savings and we can build a bigger cabin. Whatever you need, I’ll get it for you.”
Mishka’s eyes filled with tears, and her voice filled with emotion. “Thank you, Rolf. I’ll try and make you proud.”
“Hey,” Rolf said, reaching over, pulling her into his arms over the console. “You don’t need to make me proud. I’m already proud of you, kitten. For escaping, for keeping ahead of your father, and fuck, baby, for continuing to run on when you injured yourself. Fuck, Mishka, you’re a strong, beautiful, and sassy woman, and I’ll be beyond proud when you’re mine properly.”
“Properly?” She sniffled against his chest.
“Yes, when Lyall performs our bonding ceremony.” Rolf softly caressed her back. “Then you’ll be mine forever and nothing will ever separate us. Now, come on, dry those eyes and let’s get you inside.”
Rolf got out, grabbed his bag, then went around and opened the passenger door. “Wait there a second.” He turned around, opened his door and threw his pack in, then he came back and scooped her up in his arms. “Don’t want you getting cold again.”
She nuzzled into his warmth as he carried her into his home.
Chapter 6
Rolf carried Mishka inside, kicking the door closed, and taking her to the sofa opposite the fireplace. Sitting her down, he tugged a thick throw from the back and wrapped it around her. “I’ll get the fire going. It’ll be nice and hot in here soon.”
“Thanks.” She pulled her legs up beneath her, snuggling under the cover as Rolf set about lighting the open fire. Watching as he quickly achieved a roaring fire, she wondered if she’d ever be able to do that. She’d never had to do menial tasks before, not that she was against doing chores, but her father never allowed her to. His condescending words echoing in her brain. “My daughter will not shame me by doing such things.”
“I’ll get you something to eat.” Rolf stared at her, an inscrutable look on his face. “Will a sandwich be okay? Or do you want something hot?”
“A sandwich is fine, but wait, Rolf, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I’m not really sure, intense is probably the word.”
Rolf reached down, his hand softly holding the side of her face. “I was just thinking how good you look in my living room. And,” he said with a smirk, “if I’m being honest, how fucking perfect you’re going to look in my bed.”
Mishka moved her face into his hand, welcoming the feel of it. She’d been almost starved of affection growing up, only her friend, Galina, showing her any kind of love and companionship. “I think I’m going to like being here. I could sense the feeling when we arrived, this is a happy place, isn’t it?”
“It sure is,” Rolf confirmed. “You’ll fit right in, kitten, and we’re going to have a long and happy life together.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, fear still lapping at her belly.
“Trust me, Mishka, I won’t ever lie to you.” Rolf ran a finger over her lips softly. “Alright, come and tell me what you want on your sandwich.”
Mishka stood, wrapping her arms around Rolf’s waist, leaning against him and sighing. “I’ve lost my appetite, what about that shower you promised me?”
“Are you sure?” Rolf asked, his eyes gleaming with arousal.
“Yes,” she whispered up at him.
He leaned down, again scooping her up into his arms, and striding down the hallway to the left of the fireplace. “I’m hungry,” he laughed, “but it’s a different kind of hunger. I want to feast upon your naked beauty.”
Mishka squirmed in his arms, a heat she’d never felt before simmering between her thighs. “You’ve got a way with words, my Wolf.”
“I’ll show you my mouth has many talents, talking is only one of
them.” Rolf’s lips kissed her face, soft, little touches, along her jaw and finally kissing her quickly on the lips as they entered the bathroom.
Mishka looked around, realizing the room was far larger than she’d thought it would be. A large tub against the far wall and a huge shower stall on the left. A set of his and her’s sinks was opposite the shower, a huge mirror over them with stunning mosaic tiles set around it as a border. Rolf saw her looking around. “I like my bathrooms to be large, a space I can spend time in when I need to relax. I hate those poky small things some people have.”
“I love it,” Mishka confirmed, her eyes twinkling. “I think we’ll spend a lot of time here.”
“Here and my bed, oh yeah, the sofa, the kitchen table, hell, Mishka, I’m going to have you everywhere. The scent of our love will immerse this cabin, showing everyone you are mine.”
Rolf placed her gently on her feet and started to undress her, his jacket he hung up on a peg on the door, then he slowly undid the buttons of the shirt she wore. He kept his eyes locked on her, her breathing speeding up as he unveiled her body. His dark eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating so that they looked almost black. His obvious arousal eliciting a response deep inside her core, her thighs clenched together to try and ease the itch she felt at their apex. As the last button slid open Rolf leaned forward, his lips covering hers in a long, deep, kiss. Mishka’s own arousal rocketed, her arms around his neck, holding him in place.
Long moments passed, their lips devouring each other at the same time as discovering every inch of the others. Rolf pulled back and Mishka couldn’t help the moan that rumbled up her throat. “Shower,” Rolf explained, turning to turn the water on, then he stepped back, his eyes boring into hers as he undressed. “Take it off,” he ordered, motioning to the shirt that she still wore, even if it was open all the way.
She did as he said, slipping it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes raked across Rolf’s massive chest as he removed his clothing, when his hands dropped to his jeans, she stepped forward. “Let me.” She moved his hands out of the way and quickly opened them, pushing them down his incredibly thick thighs. “My, you’re a big boy.” She almost purred as his erection stood proud.
“I’m not a boy, Mishka. That’s something you’ll find out tonight.” Rolf stepped out of his boots, his jeans following quickly as he pointed to the now steaming shower stall.
Mishka walked over, barely able to pull her eyes from his magnificent physique, muscles where she didn’t know a man could have muscles. They rippled as he followed her into the stall, water cascading down on them, as she gave him a nervous smile. Rolf held his arms out and she went into them willingly, his strong embrace calming her as they fit together.
“I won’t hurt you, kitten. I promise.” Rolf’s hands ran up and down her back, the water hot and soothing. “But I can’t promise not to fuck you as often as I can. I already feel as if I won’t ever get enough of you. It’s like a hunger I’ll never satisfy. A thirst I’ll never quench. Kitten, I hope I don’t scare you saying that.”
Mishka looked up at him, lust in her eyes, as she gently shook her head. “I’m not experienced but I’m willing to learn. I’m not even sure what’s going on inside me. All I know is I feel a burning inside, right at my core, as if there’s a fire blazing there and I’ve never felt like this before. It’s strange and a little scary.”
Rolf lifted her chin higher, his lips almost touching hers. “I’ll make you feel good, Mishka. So good that you’ll be screaming my name for the entire Pack to hear.”
“Confident much?” she quipped.
“Yes,” he growled as he covered her mouth in a long, sensual kiss.
His hands roamed over her, teasing, touching, squeezing, making her gasp and moan as he continued to plunder her mouth. Rolf grasped one of her hands and positioned it over his hardness. The resulting moan from him as she gripped his shaft, spurred her on. Pushing her hips toward him as she slowly pumped his cock, his fingers teasing a nipple before sliding down her body. His large palm cupped her front, a long finger sliding inside easily.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he murmured against her and she couldn’t help the small gasps of pleasure that fell from her throat.
Mishka’s body felt as if the fire inside had worked its way outside, her skin searing everywhere he touched. Rolf’s fingers invading her again and again, as an experienced thumb worked her swollen clit. She couldn’t help but grind into his touch, an orgasm almost upon her, and her brain ceased to function. No thoughts, no awareness, only sensations running through her system. Rolf continued to bring her nearer to a mind-blowing high. His soft words of encouragement making her blush and hot at the same time.
“That’s it, let go, kitten. Come for me.” His whispers tickling her mouth as he applied more pressure with his thumb, circling it and pressing at the same time.
Mishka felt as if she was going to explode, the feelings overtaking her were so intense that she thought she’d pass out. Rolf’s ministrations bringing her to a place she’d never been, never dared dreamt about, never thought she’d have. She screamed his name as her orgasm completely overwhelmed her and she was certain her heart was going to burst wide open. Only Rolf’s strong arms held her upright, her legs shaking and limp beneath her.
“It’s alright, baby, just ride it out,” he murmured as the last jolts of pleasure passed through her.
She could only gasp as he began to wash her, slowly, sensually, with one arm around her to keep her standing. After a few minutes she felt stronger, her breathing almost back to normal and her legs able to hold her weight. “Jeez, what did you do?” She breathed out, laughing.
Rolf’s head rose from his position before her, now on his knees, as he washed up her legs. “That’s just the beginning, kitten. Next I’ll make you purr with pleasure. Put your arms out and hold on, ‘cause I’m about to do what I said I would.”
Her eyes widened and her legs shook as she exclaimed, “I’m not sure I’ll survive.”
“You will.” Rolf gently pried her thighs apart. “And then we’ll go to bed.”
“Holy shit.” She gasped as his mouth started to kiss her toes, along the top of her foot, up her leg, inner thigh, and finally landed on her still swollen bud.
Rolf’s promise held true, and she soon found herself screaming his name again. His soft laughter against her most intimate place, as she came apart at the seams. This time her legs gave out completely and he caught her just before her ass hit the floor. He cradled her in his arms, across his knee, his hands softly caressing her as she slowly came back to the here and now.
“You are gonna kill me,” she murmured against his shoulder.
“This is only round one, kitten.” Rolf stood straight up, his thick thighs not even straining as he hauled them both up. “Now it’s off to bed we go.”
“Shit.” She chuckled.
“Get used to it, Mishka.” A small rumble coming from his chest. “I’m not sure about Panthers but when Wolves meet their mate, they tend to stay in bed for a long time. Which reminds me. I’ll text Lyall and let him know I’m back. I’m afraid I’ll have to talk to him in the morning.”
“What? Why?” Mishka panicked. “Can’t we wait? I’m not sure I’m ready to meet him.”
“No.” Rolf shook his head. “I’m afraid it can’t wait. If we have trouble heading our way then he needs to know. I would be lacking in my duties as his Beta if I didn’t warn him.”
They were now in a bedroom, quite large, and very masculine. All dark wood, a large bed, and dark red bedding. It seemed sparse, not a lot of nick-knacks, or personal items anywhere. Rolf placed her on the edge of the bed, rushing away to grab a couple of towels, and giving her one as he wrapped one around his waist. His large erection tenting the cotton as she stared openly at it.
“You’ll be dealing with this real soon.” Rolf smirked. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Mishka slowly dried herself, taking the time to inspe
ct the room, noting everything was neat and tidy with no mess visible at all. Good. She hated mess and at home she’d keep her room spotless. It was the only space she had that she could do what she wanted, without her father chastising her for doing anything “menial.” It was the only small way she could defy him and she took full advantage of it. Her eyes locked on a painting above the dresser, a painting that was absolutely beautiful. Oil, if she wasn’t mistaken, and the details of the forest landscape was perfect. A small deer in the distance, lapping at water from a small stream, and a large Wolf almost hidden in the brush with its eyes locked on the deer. However, the Wolf’s intentions didn’t come across as looking at prey, it was more like the beast was taking in the beauty of the scene. Her heart thudded in her chest when Rolf’s voice interrupted her.
“Like it?” he asked, stalking toward her.
“Yes, it’s beautiful. Perfect.” She glanced over at him, her eyes noticing the towel still tented as he stopped beside her. “The artist is very talented.”
“Why, thank you. I kinda like it too. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Do you know them? The artist?”
“You could say that.” Rolf smirked. “I did it. Painting is one of my hobbies.”
Mishka’s eyes widened in surprise as she gave a wide smile. “Wow, a Wolf with hidden talents.”
“I have many talents, kitten.” Rolf tugged his towel free, his thick, hard, cock springing free. “See the Wolf, that’s our Alpha, Lyall.”
“Really?” She snuck another glance at the painting, noting the immense size of the Wolf. “He’s big.”
“Yeah, he is.” Rolf reached out, pulling her own towel away to expose her body. “I’d rather discuss him later though. Right now I want to show some of my other ‘talents’.”
“Will I be able to walk afterward?” she quipped as he took her hand, tugging her up into his arms.
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