Until I Make You MINE (Wolves of Amrok Hollow)

by Jeanette Lynn

  The images sped past, slowing on some, some that made me stiffen and growl, like a few that tried to make a pass at him, but every time, he refused. Not even so much as a kiss befell my mate’s lips. He was disgusted with the unwanted attention. It made his skin crawl. They weren’t who he wanted. Scowling, I grunted. No way was I his first kiss... His first... everything.

  Something akin to humor fluttered across our connection. Then pride. The dates faded out, replaced with bright green images tinted in blue. Mistletoe, Christmas, a pack gathering coming up. I remembered that night. The youths gathered had been sitting around, bored, and someone’d had the genius idea to plan a New Year’s party, no adult-adults allowed. I’d just turned eighteen as January came around. Someone’d had the genius idea to play seven minutes in heaven at the expected party at Selma Manchek’s family’s McMansion. I’d drawn Melvin Phipps from the big bowl full of names. Not my first pick. Using the excuse I had to go to the restroom first, I’d promised to meet him in the hall closet on the second floor near the landing. The rule was, any shifters playing had to flash their eyeballs with a flashlight first so we couldn’t cheat and see in the dark. Yep, practically blinding ourselves, if only temporarily, in the name of copping a grope. Ah, to be young and too stupid to live. I still cringed thinking on those days.

  Nervous, I’d taken a bit too long in getting there, but, hey, I’d shown up! Slipping inside the closet, I’d groped around mumbling until my hand slapped a warm chest. I was seeing this memory from both of our points of view now. My heart started hammering, knowing what came next. “Time starts now,” I’d muttered, then puckered up, trying not to grimace, hoping he wasn’t a total skeezeball, squeezed my eyes shut tight and hoped for the best.

  Ansel’d cupped my cheeks, his thumbs massaging the sides of my face. They shook, those thick, calloused hands. I remember thinking his hands were bigger than I’d thought, and it was actually kind of cute he was so nervous, but then his lips crashed down on mine in a wet, slightly sloppy, but pleasurable kiss, and I forgot everything else. Eventually our tongues got involved, the scent of his strong cologne, the same cologne Ansel’d donned tonight, masking his scent, filling my nostrils as my scent filled his.

  I’d have fucked him in that closet. I remember reaching for Melvin desperately, my body burning like it was on fire—I’d never felt like this before, right as a timer started beeping from the depths of the dark. “Wait,” I’d muttered, but he broke our kiss, turning me and shoving me out into the brightly lit hall to slam the door shut hard behind him.

  If only I’d opened the door to peek in, I’d have found poor Mel knocked out and hogtied, slumped in the corner. No wonder the hedgehog shifter had avoided me afterward. He’d been terrorized by my mate!

  My clawed hands crept around my mate’s back and I jerked him to me in a werewolfish hug. He finally relaxed then. Nudging him mentally, he made a chuffing sound that passed for a werewolf’s laugh, and tiny little moments started playing out in my head. Settling in, wondering when we’d chill enough to shift back, I lost myself in those sweet gifts, the time he’d bought me the sweater his mom gave me one year for Christmas, making her give it to me instead of him. I’d wanted that thing so damned bad. I’d drooled over it every time I’d passed Zetelmen’s. I’d sworn Fynn must’ve told her, but he promised he hadn’t. I still owned it, still loved it, still lived in it. There was the baked goods auction at the fair one year, the only year I’d entered. He’d had his dad and Fynn bet on the apple pies I’d made, then paid their bets off in exchange for the pies. Too bad I’d accidently confused sugar with salt in the recipe. Blech. Poor Ansel. He’d forced down one whole bite before tossing them aside with a smirk.

  As the reel slowed, yet he remained tense, tension rolling off of him wildly, I laid there beneath him placidly. The longer I tried to stay as still as possible, I grew anxious. Docile, chill, were the last things I’d ever use to describe myself. My jitter bug feet seemed to fuel his. I was getting as antsy as he already seemed to be.

  His body finally released mine, his cock slowly easing out of me as it softened.

  My wolf wasn’t in a mood to give my body back. As Ansel rolled to his side, flopping beside me, slapping a thick arm across my chest as his body slowly gave in to his human side, he was too tired to fight me into submission but feared I might make a run for it. When I shifted, he growled softly in warning. Turning to face him, I caught one look at him laid out on the bed, a shifter buffet, and my sex wet instantly. Mouthwatering at the sight of him, I was ready to jump his ass and wreck his dick ‘til he couldn’t walk, leave his balls aching, sucked dry. He’d crawl from my bed, I thought darkly, a devious hint of a smile teasing my lips.

  Sitting up, despite his warning look, he blinked when I loomed over him, dropping forward, sending him naughty images of just what I’d like to do to him, and my tongue swiped across his lower belly. Ansel sucked in a gasp of air and his cock instantly jerked. “Emmy,” he mumbled, his hands going to my furry grey head, but my tongue was already venturing lower, lapping at the raging erection already bobbing thickly between his thighs.

  One taste of our combined juices on my tongue and my sex clenched. Pressing my hand into his shoulder, pinning him down, I turned, sliding my hips over his, lining us up. His hands grasped my forearms as I pinned him down, his cock sticking up like a flagpole between my parted thighs. My claws flexed on his tender human flesh, but I didn’t break it.

  “Emmy,” he choked out. Ansel’s eyes about rolled into the back of his head as I sat up, lining us up, and sank down on him. There wasn’t much difference between a female Were’s partially shifted form’s sex and her fully human one, about as much difference as there was between a Were male’s form and their human one. His dick grew bigger, thicker, a little pointed at the tip, and they could come and keep coming like nobody’s business, but that was pretty much the extent. Muscle strength like this, though... My inner walls clamped down around him as I ground down on him and he made an inarticulate, choked sound. “Emmy,” he breathed, his blunt, human nails digging into my furry arms. His body began to undulate as I worked him with nothing but the muscles of my cunt.

  As my hips began to pump up and down on him, fucking him with the same gusto he had me, my wolf finally gave up the fight. Slowly, before my mate’s eyes, I fucked the wolf right out of myself, riding him hard into my totaled bed, until my skin was fur free, our bodies slicked with sweat, his human hands grasping for my regular old human breasts. Tweaking a nipple, he groaned when I cried out softly, my sex clenching reflexively, and urged him to do it again.

  “Soon,” he choked out on a wheeze. “I’m tryin’, baby, but you’re so wet and god damned tight- I can’t- I’m sorry, I-”

  Dropping down atop him, raking my nails down his chest as I leaned forward to nip and lick at the ear I’d practically gnawed off in my werewolf form, I snarled in his ear, putting that Alpha juju behind it, “Come for me, now.”

  “Fuck!” Ansel came in a rush, his neck straining, head thrown back, body bowing. His hands scrabbled, grabbing at my hips as I sat back up. My hands going to my own nipples to tweak them, pinched the hard buds between my fingers. Gripping them hard enough to pinch, that bite of pain with my pleasure, I tumbled over that sweet precipice right along with him.

  Ansel kept coming, ropy, thick cum filling me, spilling out to wet my thighs. He came so hard, thickening to the point we were once again good and locked deeply together, I truly felt like we were one. Biting at my lip, I rocked gently anyway, a shiver overtaking my frame at the slight tug and pull, that bite of pain as my orgasm lingered, it produced.

  Red faced, breathless, Ansel gazed up at me like I’d hung the moon. He’d yet to release his hold on my hips, his thick fingers starting to massage the spots he held so tight. With a pained look, he blurted, “I want to ask if you’ve made love to anyone else like that, but I’m afraid of what you’ll say.”

  Plucking a stray feather from my hair, frowning at it,
I blinked down at him in surprise. “I was your first.” His jealousy, thinking of Fynn and me, was slowly rearing its ugly head.

  “My only,” he grunted out, suddenly affronted.

  “You want to know the truth? Or you want me to tell you a pretty lie to sustain you?” I queried.

  “Sustain me?” he lied, his grump face on.

  Laughing, knowing that was the worst fucking idea ever—mate connection, hello—I settled myself atop him, carefully wriggling around until I could rest my head on his shoulder, his cock locked deep inside me, and didn’t feel like I’d become a hunchback doing it or tear out my innards straining our locked bodies. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, the only male I’ve ever experienced that with.” I breathed the words across his chest. “The biggest dick, the best sex, the only cock I’ll be taking on for the rest of your short if you don’t stop growling at me like that, Asshole, life.”

  His growl died but the vibration of it, muffled as his lips clamped shut, remained.

  “You’re cute when you’re mad,” I parroted his own words back to him. Making swirling patterns across his chest, I placed a chaste kiss to his sweaty collarbone. “Don’t wash my scent away ever again.” Putting just a smidge of power behind the thought, I scowled. “I don’t like it.”

  Ansel hugged me to him tight, chuckling as he placed a kiss atop my head. “Want to shower with me?” Jerking his chin to my bathroom, smiling when I glanced up, his eyes danced. “Not that you want to hear this, but my junk’ll smell something fierce not so long from now if I don’t at least give myself a cursory wash, Roly.”

  “Spoilsport,” I grumbled against his skin, rubbing my cheek on his cooling flesh. Then, thinking the idea over, “I get to wash you, balls and all.”

  “Alright,” he said easily.

  Those swirling patterns I was mapping out across his chest turned into little hearts. “Stay the night with me.”

  “I gotta leave in the morning.” He sounded nonchalant, but he was humming through our connection.

  My hands tightened on him and I stared up at him with the most pathetic look I could muster. Lower lip jutting in a pout, I eyed him pitifully.

  “That’s godawful, Roly,” he said on a laugh as our bodies disconnected. His dick slid free from my depths with a slick, wet sound. I almost whimpered at the loss. Mine.

  God, we’d probably made such a god awful mess. And I wasn’t even considering the damage my room had taken. I was too focused on the sudden empty feeling of him not being inside me.

  Flicking my lip, he grinned when I sucked it in, grunting at the bite of pain, and glared at him. “Quit lookin’ at me like that, you want to shower any time soon, woman.”

  Wriggling around atop him, I sat up, eyes widening as we bounced the bed and a poof of feathers sprouted into the air to rain down on us. Taking one look at the room, I snorted out a laugh. The longer I surveyed the sight, the harder I laughed. “I am not cleaning this up,” I got out between guffaws.

  Ansel got a good look-see of the disaster zone we chilled in, lifting his head to peer around. Grinning, he sat up straighter, his hands on my ass tightening so I wouldn’t tumble to said butt. “Like fuck am I cleaning up this shit,” he leaned in to whisper, then slapped my ass hard enough to make me squeak.

  “Ow. Dick.”

  As I growled indignantly, he scooped me up, carting me towards my attached bath. “You got any bubble bath? Epsom salts?” he asked, smiling like I’d just called him my sweet baby love or some shit.

  Pausing momentarily, I was intrigued enough to pause mid growl and stare at him.

  “What? My balls are gonna be achin’ somethin’ fierce come tomorrow,” he tossed me a wink as he said come, “and we both know the night isn’t even near to over for us.”

  Squirming in his arms as they tightened around me, I glanced up as he paused in front of the mirror so we could get a good look at ourselves. Hefting me up higher, which just gave him a better view of my ass, his eyes gleamed with his wolf, my bare bottom just waving in the air. “We look like a mangled, hot mess,” I told him, pointing to the cupboard I kept bath stuff in.

  “Lube?” he ventured, to my scowling disapproval.

  “Don’t push your luck, bub.”

  “What?” he said innocently. Setting me down on the counter to nuzzle the side of my face, he gave me one last peck on the lips and then got to work filling the bath tub. Grabbing a washcloth, he wetted and soaped it, making quick work of cleaning himself, offering a fresh one to me.

  Tapping my temple, I stared at him knowingly.

  Rummaging beneath the cupboard, he tossed his hands up. “It was just a thought.”

  “Think more promised land and less log ride, wolf. Or you’ll be participating in this backdoor venture idea as well.”

  “I was kidding,” he insisted, focused on the bath products cluttering the underside of my sink, scrutinizing the contents intently.

  Peering down at him, leaning over his shoulder to get a peek at his delectable rear, I gave him a sultry look. “I dunno... the seed has been planted now.” Crossing my legs, my foot started to kick back and forth.

  “Not gonna happen, Roly,” he muttered, “keep dreamin’.”

  “Not even a butt plug?”

  Ansel blinked and glanced up at me. “What, you got one just lyin’ around somewhere or something to put places unknown?”

  “Hey,” my shoulders lifted in a careless shrug, “you brought it up, not me. I’m not crazy experienced, but I ain’t dead.”

  “Roly,” he grumbled, a hint of a growl in my name.

  “Yes, Asshole?” I asked sweetly. Watching him, my foot stopped swinging to slide toward him. Grinning, I wiggled my toes along his shoulder. Shifting, my legs fell open, offering him a show, should he look up and notice.

  “I-” His skin prickled at the tickle of my toes on his warm flesh, and then he shivered. When I laughed, the sound light, teasing, his head shot up. On his gaze’s way to my face it paused where I’d intended. A soft growl slipped past his lips, his eyes flushing a deep turquoise as they fell on the goods.

  “The way I see it,” I said with a smirk, “we’re barely getting into the vanilla stuff. What’s the rush, handsome?” Leaning forward, my foot dropping back to rest the flat of it against the closed cabinet door on the left side of the sink, I placed my elbow on my knee, my chin in my hand. A grunt left him as his eyes fell on my breasts. “We’re wolves, honey. Randy fuckers. And you feel you’ve got this lost time to make up for. I get it. Newly mated, there’s that frenzy. I feel it. Insistent. Unending. Insatiable hunger. Figure it’ll take us a good long while to get over the rush of that freshly bonded feeling, that need for a quick, hard fuck, the battle to dominate each other and fuck and fight and tear shit the fuck up. Won’t be ownin’ nice things for a while, all I’m sayin’. But,” I added, letting the words trail off for effect before I continued, “I’m tellin’ you right now,” my eyes narrowed, flushing from soft brown to bright green, “whatever we end up dipping our toes into, what’s good for the gander, my lil recently unleashed freak, is good for the goose, you feel me, Asshole?”

  “No butt stuff,” he blurted suddenly, shifting on the balls of his feet. His mouth said no, but his eyes said... talk me into it.

  “Not right now,” I added with a teasing twitch to my lips. My hand lifted as he made to stand, smoothing down the side of his face. Letting my hand trail down his torso as he stood over me, he thunked down a value sized bottle of lavender bubble bath onto the counter. The bag of Epsom salts followed, a soft growl rolling up his throat. “Like that, baby?” I purred, leaning in to nip at the spot in the middle of his chest, just below his impressive pecs.

  “Say it again,” he muttered, groaning, closing his eyes, his hand cupping my nape, rubbing up and down it rhythmically, urging me to stay.

  More. The thought was more a silent plea than a demand. This was interesting, coming from my demanding hewolf.

  “Handsome?” I murmu
red. Mine.

  “No, the other thing,” he muttered as I leaned in to lick a line down his ripped abs. His hand slid into my curls, tightening.

  “What other thing?” A smile tugged at my lips and I nipped the spot I was using my tongue to explore. His stomach jumped and he began to growl softly.

  “Tell me.” And there was my bossy asshole.

  Lower and lower my nipping kisses and long, slow licks went.

  “Don’t fucking tease me, Warhola.” His big body was shaking from head to toe.

  Sliding off the counter, I lowered, kneeling in front of him. Leaning in, my cheek nuzzled his thigh. One hand cupped the heavy sac between his legs, the other gripping his hip. “You go first,” I whispered.

  MINE. The thought roared into my head.

  My hand on his thigh slid to his fat cock, bobbing thickly, jutting from his tensed thighs, too close to my face. Encircling his girth, fingers curling around his length, I pumped him once, twice.

  “All yours, handsome,” I growled back with equal fervor, then took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head to suck it.

  Ansel let out a choked cry and his hips jerked. It took everything in him to stay still instead of just grabbing my head and fucking into my mouth. A naughty thrill tickled me at the idea. Just how long would it take until he broke, I wondered, smiling around his dick, and my head began to bob.

  Chapter Nine

  Twenty minutes of oral therapy and a bathroom soak later, I was sat on Ansel’s lap, his cock buried deep, his thick fingers kneading my breasts as I held the well-worn copy of Scorpion’s Mate aloft and read it to him out loud. “I still say I should read the chick’s dialogue and you should read the dude’s,” I argued.

  “Can’t,” he said with a heartfelt sigh, “left my reading glasses in my other on-the-lam pants.”

  Marking my spot in the book with my finger, I glanced at him from over my shoulder. Whomever thought bubble baths were just for women had obviously never seen a hunk of a man lounging with a fuck ton of bubbles surrounding him, his cheeks flushed from our last interlude. At the rate we were going, it was going to take us months of tub soaking to finish this book. I thoroughly looked forward to it. Swiping a handful of bubbles, I reached over with my free hand and plopped them atop his perpetually frowny faced head. Awww. What a cute grumpy bubble monster. Yes, he is. Grinning, eyes dancing, I booped his nose.