by Ovidia Pike
“I’m going to get your little pussy nice and wet for my cock,” I replied, pulling them open again to see that her pink pussy was already glistening wet, dripping down onto the table. I knelt down and buried my face between her legs, sucking and licking at her folds while I held her thighs apart. Every few seconds she gushed in my mouth, somehow growing wetter and wetter. She moaned when I took her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, her whole body shaking. I pulled my face away from her, but she reached down, took my head and brought it back between her legs. I grinned and ate her pussy for a few minutes longer, edging her along, not letting her cum. I looked up at her face to see that her lips were pursed in a pout.
“I’m not gonna let you cum until my cock is deep in this pussy.”
“Okay,” she breathed, pulling my face up to hers. I stood and pressed my hips between her thighs, beginning to rub my cock against the wet lips of her pussy. She breathed heavily against my mouth, reaching down, guiding me inside of her. I filled her with a deep, hard stroke, unable to help myself, and it surprised me when she shuddered and came all over me, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“Already?” I asked her with a grin.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed as I started moving in and out of her pussy. “I can’t help it.”
“Don’t fucking apologize,” I said, holding her hips, burying myself inside of her again and again as she stared into my eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze, licking her lips. I leaned in to kiss her mouth as I fucked her good and deep, making her eyes roll back, her breath stuck in her chest. Her hips moved against mine in the rhythm they needed, a rhythm I matched, making her shake and cum all over me again.
“This is so easy,” I teased her. She gave me a pouty look, but it disappeared from her face when I reached down to rub her sensitive clit with my thumb.
“That feel good, baby?” I asked her, bringing my lips to her ear.
“Yes,” she said, riding against me, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me as deep as possible.
“You know what I think?” I asked her, cupping her face in my hands, continuing to grind against her.
“What?” she asked, barely breathing.
“I think your little pussy belongs to me.”
“Oh,” was all she said, all she could say.
“What do you think?” I asked her, continuing to rub her clit. She nodded, biting hard into her lip, gasping for breath.
“Say it,” I demanded, leaning in, kissing her hungrily. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she said. “All yours.”
“Good, good girl,” I said, hips speeding up, out of control. She came for a third time, bucking against me before slumping over on my shoulder, still moving against my cock.
“You tired?” I asked her.
“No,” she said, but her hips were slowing down, and her voice sounded sweet and sleepy. The feeling of her still grinding lazily against me, barely squirming on my cock while her muscles clenched and teased, made my body tremble as I released inside of her, holding her against me. I pulled away, allowing her to catch her breath before I kissed her.
“You really are a good girl,” I said to her, kissing her nose, then her forehead. She gave me a sweet smile, her face flushed, tendrils of hair curling around her face, plastered to her forehead with sweat. She kissed me again and smiled against my lips.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked her.
“You,” she said. “I think I have a crush.”
“I think I do, too,” I said. She smiled sweetly and slid off the table, beginning to get dressed.
Chapter 17: Gabriel
I sniffed at the ground in wolf form, not looking for anything particular but maybe something to hunt. It was all I had done for days—chase animals, rip into them, tear them apart before moving on to the next one. I wanted to keep my mind feral, animalistic, and forget about Sophie and the tears in her eyes, her small voice telling me she loved me, too. It made my gut ache, a feeling I couldn’t get away from, and after a few days I decided to do what I’d been considering from the moment I left her behind in her hut.
I made my way to the ranger’s cabin and shifted, knocking on the door. My fist trembled with tension as it opened to reveal the same woman as before. She looked over my naked body with interest and I grunted at her in greeting.
“Hello,” I said in a voice gruff and low from disuse. “I was wondering if you could help me.”
“I can help you with anything you need, honey,” she said with her tongue in her cheek.
“Sophie—the ranger who was working here before, the one I sent away—I need to know where she is.”
“She’s working the campgrounds, last I heard of her. Started a couple of days ago.”
“Thank you,” I said, without further word, jogging away from the cabin until I was far enough away to shift again. I broke into a full run, knowing where the campground was located, that I could make it there in under an hour if I didn’t stop. I kept going until my lungs were screaming, slowing down just before I got to the edge of the camp site. I shifted again and started to walk toward it, pausing when I saw tents set up and campers parked in a lot. I cursed when I realized that I couldn’t walk through the campsite without clothes on. I peered around closely, seeing a towel hanging out on a line that was tied between a tent and a tree. I crept over to it and kept a lookout but saw no one as I ripped the towel from the line and wrapped it around my hips.
I started walking through the campsite, ignoring the eyes of people who stared at me as I passed. I knew I must look crazy—I hadn’t shaved in days and my hair was a mess, but I didn’t care as I approached the cabin at the edge of the campsite. I took a deep breath and held it as I knocked. When the door opened and I saw her, I took my first breath in what felt like days. She didn’t say anything but simply stared up at my face in surprise. For a moment, we just looked at each other. I drank her in, every single perfect feature, a face that I loved more than anything in the world.
“Sophie,” I said to her, taking her face in my hands, pulling her to me to take her mouth in a kiss I hadn’t planned. She breathed against my lips, beginning to respond immediately, slipping her tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss. I pushed her backward into the ranger station as her hands went to my hair, holding me close as I teased and tasted her.
“I’m so sorry,” I said against her lips. “I’m so sorry, Sophie. I love—”
She ripped herself away from me, shoving me back. Before I had a chance to react, she pulled out her gun, aimed it at me and fired. I flinched away, feeling the bullet graze my shoulder. I looked in shock at my arm to see that it was bleeding, that the bullet had buried itself in the door behind me.
“You shot me,” I said to her in disbelief, looking back at her face. I almost flinched again when I saw the look there—fury and pure hatred.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Why do you have a beard? And why are you wearing a SpongeBob towel?”
“A what-bob?” I asked her in confusion, clamping my hand over my arm.
“SpongeBob,” she said impatiently. “He’s a...sponge. His friend is a starfish. Never mind. What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you,” I said. Her lip curled up in a snarl.
“Get the fuck out of here, Gabriel,” she said. “And don’t come back, or I swear to god I will shoot you right in the chest.”
“Sophie—”
“No. I don’t want to hear it. Get out, now.”
“No,” I said defiantly. She glared up at me, her jaw tight.
“What the fuck do you want?” she asked.
“I want you to know that I’m trying to keep you safe. That’s what this is about.”
“I don’t care what you’re trying to do,” she said. “You told me you didn’t love me.”
“I—”
“There’s no excuse for that,” she said, her voice going soft and sad. “There’s nothing you can say to make it
better and there never will be. I’m sorry I wasted my time with you. I’m sorry that I ever thought there was something redeemable inside of you. You’re an asshole and a monster, and I never want to see you again.”
“But—”
“No,” she said, then reached forward to yank the towel from around my waist.
“This isn’t yours,” she said, holding it up in front of me. “I’m putting it in the lost and found.”
“You want me to walk through the campsite naked?”
“I mean, I’m not letting you take this towel, so...”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope,” she said, looking into my eyes. “Now please go.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, searching her face, thinking about the kiss.
“Yes. I’m sure I never want to see you again. I never want to think about you again. Go back to the village.”
“Okay,” I said, defeated. “I love you, Sophie.”
“Fuck you, Gabriel,” she spat, and I turned to go, leaving her behind in the station. I thought about shifting but knew that a large wolf trotting through the campsite would cause more panic than a naked man. I started to walk, looking straight ahead, holding my arm and ignoring people as I jogged past. It was a long few minutes before I got into the woods and was able to shift. I did so as soon as I could and started back to the village, knowing there was nothing more I could do.
It took me hours to get back to my land, and I slowed down when I got there. I wanted to stay in animal form a little while longer before I went back to my hut and dealt with everything going on in the village. I started to wander around the land, making my way randomly through the trees, walking slowly. I caught a whiff of something in the air and sniffed at it, recognizing it as smoke. Then I heard a scream—high-pitched and terrified. I looked around in the darkness and caught a glimpse of light not far away—the light of a small fire. I headed toward it with caution, creeping quickly, until I saw two young girls huddled together, cowering in the face of one of the zombie wolves. They were shrouded in a thick grey smoke, but it didn’t deter the wolf, which bared its teeth in a snarl at them and moved in closer.
I shifted and ripped a branch from a tree without hesitating, going to the wolf. As soon as the girls saw me they scrambled away, and the wolf turned to me. I swung the stick once, then twice before it cracked into its skull, sending it limp to the ground. I looked up to see the girls huddled together again, trembling in fear.
One of the girls turned her eyes to me and let out a small scream, scrambling up, grabbing her sister by the arm and starting to run. I put my hand up and started to follow them.
“Wait!” I said. “I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t hurt you.”
One of the girls stopped, holding her sister’s hand. The sister yanked her hand away and tried to rush her sister back.
“What are you doing, Jane?” the girl hissed. “He’s a wolf.”
“I won’t hurt you. I’m not going to hurt a couple kids,” I said to them. “Come back to the fire. I just want to talk.”
“He’s a wolf,” the girl said again, panic in her voice.
“It’s okay. He saved us,” Jane said, squeezing her sister’s hand. As I drew closer I could see that they were twins, probably no older than twelve.
“Let’s go back to the fire, okay?” I said to them, keeping my voice soft. They nodded hesitantly and turned to go back to the fire, where they sank down to the ground again, still holding hands. They stared at me warily, their faces smeared with dirt.
“You’re witches?” I asked them.
“Yes,” Jane said. “I’m Jane. This is Chelsey.”
“My name is Gabriel,” I said to them. “Alarick.”
“You’re the Alpha,” Chelsey said, still staring at me with terrified eyes.
“I am, but I’m not after you.”
“The wolves killed everyone—our mommy and our daddy.”
I stared at them, feeling my heart break into pieces seeing the fear and sadness in their eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I really am.”
Neither one of them answered. I took a deep breath.
“Have you been out here this whole time?” I asked. “It’s been months.”
“Yes,” Jane said. “We know how to get food, and we both learned how to sleep in the trees so the wolves don’t get us.”
“Or the zombies,” Chelsey said with a shudder.
“You’ve run into them?”
“We tried to leave this land before but...we got outside the limits and...they were there. Dozens of them,” Jane said. “We had no choice but to come back.”
“How old are you girls?” I asked them.
“Eleven,” they answered at the same time.
“You don’t have anyone left?” I asked. “No one at all?”
“No,” Jane whispered. “It’s just us.”
I sighed, standing up.
“Come back with me to the village,” I said, offering Jane my hand. She shrank back, hugging her sister.
“You...are going to kill us,” she said. “Aren’t you?”
“No, I’m going to take you somewhere safe,” I said. “I won’t hurt you. You need baths, real beds. You can’t stay out here.”
The two girls exchanged a glance, then Jane stood up and looked me square in the eye.
“We have powers. We can use them to kill you,” she warned.
“I know you can,” I said gently. “But I hope you won’t.”
“We won’t if you don’t try anything funny,” Chelsey said, also standing up. I chuckled.
“Let’s go,” I said to them. “Come on.”
They looked at each other one last time and then started to follow me, and I started home.
“Are you really the leader of the village?” Jane asked, walking quickly to stay beside me.
“Yes,” I responded. “Unfortunately.”
“Why unfortunately?”
“It’s not a fun job,” I said.
“It sounds fun,” Chelsey said. I laughed.
“I’m glad it sounds that way, but it’s not.”
“Why are you out here in the middle of the woods if you live in the village?”
“I was visiting a friend,” I answered.
“A girlfriend?” Chelsey asked.
“No,” I grumbled. “Not anymore.”
“Did you break up?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling more impatient with every question.
“Why did you break up?”
“Because I fucked up,” I said, not knowing why I was answering their constant barrage of questions—and honestly, too.
“Our mom said it’s rude to curse,” Jane chided.
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said.
“Do you promise you’re not going to kill us?” Chelsey asked.
“Yes, I promise. I’m taking you to someone who will help you.”
“Okay,” they both said at the same time, hesitance in their voices.
“Mr. Alarick?” Chelsey asked, jogging to keep up with my strides.
“Yes?” I replied, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice.
“Do you hate witches?”
“I—no,” I said.
“So you don’t hate us?”
“I don’t hate you, no,” I said.
“You seem mad,” Chelsey said doubtfully.
“I’m not mad,” I insisted. Jane giggled.
“He’s mad,” she said, elbowing Chelsey in the ribs. I shook my head and started walking faster, but they kept up with me the whole way.
“Our mom said that the wolves eat baby humans, is that true?” Jane asked.
“What?” I asked her.
“She says that you feed on human babies to make you grow stronger.”
“That’s not true,” I said. “We don’t eat babies.”
“Our mom wasn’t a liar,” Chelsey said. I gritted my teeth.
“So why aren’t you runni
ng from me?”
“Because you saved us,” Jane said. “You’re our friend now. And we’re not babies anymore.”
“I’m your friend,” I said slowly. Jane nodded as we passed into the village. I walked as quickly as I could to Lily’s hut and pounded on the door with my fist. She opened it and her eyes widened when she saw the two dirty little girls next to me.
“Who—”
“I found them in the woods. They’re witches. Orphans.”
“I’m—what?” Lily asked in disbelief.
“Who are you?” Chelsey asked warily.
“My name is Lily. I’m a witch, too,” she said. Both girls lit up with bright smiles.
“Really?” Chelsey asked. Lily nodded.
“Come in. Are you hungry?”
“Yes!” they both exclaimed in unison.
“Thanks, Lily,” I said in a relieved voice, turning to go. I felt a small hand slip into mine and grip me tight, and I turned to see Chelsey and Jane both staring up at me with frowns on their faces.
“You’re leaving us?” Chelsey asked with a pout.
“Yes, I mean—yeah,” I said.
“But we’re friends,” Jane said. I saw Lily grin out of the corner of my eye, rubbing my hand over my forehead.
“Right. Friends,” I said to them, following them inside, feeling uncomfortable and lost.
“Sit at the table, I’ll make you something to eat,” Lily said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you,” I said to her, sitting at the table with the two little girls.
“Do you think your girlfriend will take you back?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Why not?” Jane asked. I grunted in response and she giggled, covering her mouth with her hands.
“You’re funny,” Chelsey said. “Do you have a dog?”
“No,” I sighed. The girls giggled again.
“You should get a dog,” Jane said.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said to them.
“You don’t really like to talk, do you?”
“No,” I said. “Not usually.”
“Well, you have to talk to us. Starting now,” Chelsey said with her chin in the air. “That’s what friends do.”
