To Chase A Wolf

by Sara Kimball

  Lincoln was breathing hard, and Alex looked to him, trying not to look at his golden gaze. “Chopping wood isn’t working anymore. I need something else.” She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Is it always like this?”

  Lincoln’s gaze hardened and returned to silver. “No, no it usually isn’t like this. I think this is some kind of super drug.” Alex had never had a heat before. Usually werewolves had one every fifty years or so, starting between the ages seventy five through one hundred. Since Alex was only twenty-six, her first heat was supposed to be a long way off.

  Growling and pacing back and forth, she walked to a tree and then back to the stump used for chopping. There were a lot more nick marks in the top now compared to when she had first started. “What helps normally?”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked away. In a choked voice he said, “Sex. Orgasms.”

  “Okay well. Got any dildos or anything in the cabin?” He choked and coughed, but Alex ignored him, remembering something. “Wait—I have a vibrator in my bag. I can use that.” He bent forward, hands gripping his knees and just kept breathing. Alex longed for the feel of his hands gripping her body just as firmly, lifting her over him or holding her still as he slid between her thighs. Her eyes glazed and she felt wet between her legs. Pacing back and forth once again, she pushed hard against the desires of her body, stalking away to create space between them.

  On the back of the cabin was a tool rack with various garden implements hanging from it. A shovel sat next to a sturdy metal rake with a wooden handle. Alex studied the sharp, pointy tines...When I punched myself in the throat the pain had helped me focus. I wonder…

  Without thinking twice, she stalked over to the rake and grabbed it up. “What are you doing—Alex, no sto—” Gripping the wooden shaft near the base of the rake with her right hand, and halfway up the wooden shaft with her left, she swung her arms as leverage and jabbed the pointy ends of the rake through her pants and into the meaty part of her thigh muscle.

  “You crazy fucking female. What the hell is wrong with you?” His angry shout seemed to fill the wooded area around them, and then she was in his arms, being carried into his cabin, dropping the rake to the ground. She vaguely saw the blurred shapes of the others on the edges of the clearing, watching cautiously.

  Embracing the pain, letting it be her focus, allowed the waves of desire to ease. “I’m trying to help myself get through this. I know now that I can use pain to keep my head level.”

  Lincoln cursed at her as he put her on the kitchen counter near the sink. “You heal too fast for that to be effective, and I’m not going to let you mutilate yourself over and over again until this is over. Who knows how long that will even be?”

  “A bit of pain isn’t going to hurt me. I’m a werewolf, I heal. And it’s a damn sight better than riding your cock until you fall over, dead. The coroner would probably list your cause of death as sexual overkill.” She huffed and bit her tongue to keep from saying something about him refusing her. Then her brain caught up with her mouth and she remembered she technically refused him first, in the car on the way here.

  His eyes turned golden at her provocative words, but he blinked it away and turned to the sink, turning the water all the way to hot. Running a kitchen towel under the spray, he got it soaked and then pressed it over her wound.

  Alex grimaced her teeth against the burn, but bore through it. “I’m not crazy. I am trying to do what I can to help this situation we’ve found ourselves in.” She kept her gaze on his hands pressing against her wound. However, when he growled at her, Alex raised her gaze back to his, leaning close to his face so she could meet his glare eye to eye and growled back. She wasn’t sure why she was challenging him, but it felt important not to let him get the better of her.

  His hands left her thigh, sliding around her face and tangling in her hair before gripping firmly and tilting her head back. His lips descended on hers roughly, claiming and taking. His tongue delved into her mouth when she relaxed beneath him, melting once again into a puddle of need and desire. After several moments Lincoln pulled away, panting, and closed his eyes as he got control of himself.

  Shaking his head, he focused on her leg once more and peeled back the towel. The bleeding had almost completely stopped. Alex looked up at him, dazed, as he ripped her pants open until nearly her entire right leg was revealed to him. Including her underwear, which were currently soaked in her arousal.

  When exposed to the air, the smell of her need grew more potent, and Alex cursed. Lincoln ignored her, positioning her so he could wash her leg with soap and water. She let him work, marveling at his restraint.

  “What was that for?” He looked at her with a confused expression. “The kiss. I mean, I was growling at you. I was pissed. Why the hell did you kiss me?”

  “My damn wolf thinks growling is some kind of weird foreplay.”

  Her mouth fell open in surprise and then a laugh began deep in her belly. She let it out, throwing her head back, a large smile on her face. Lincoln threw the bloody towel across the room. It hit the far wall with a sick splat and then slid to the floor in a puddle of soapy, bloody water.

  “Dammit woman. I have only so much control, and you are pushing me to my limit. If you don’t want to end up naked, on your knees on the damn floor, while I—” He choked as he saw the interest in Alex’s face. “Dammit. Just shut up and sit there while I clean your damn wound.”

  Alex had trouble breathing as she thought about asking Lincoln to follow through on his threat. Trying to distract herself, she wondered if he usually cursed this much or if it was just her that brought out his loquacious side. Realizing her pain was fading rapidly as her wounds healed, she tried not to think about whether he was a gentle or rough lover. She failed, instead dwelling on whether he would be demanding and controlling, or willing to lie there and let her take what she wanted.

  “Can I take a shower?”

  Shutting off the water, Lincoln picked her up again and carried her through to the master bathroom. “Use the one in here, take as much time as you need.” He gripped her chin, and his voice went Alpha and controlling, “And Alex. Don’t injure yourself again.”

  He turned around and walked out without another word, shutting the door behind him. Alex took small steps to the shower, her leg wound tight but not hurting, and turned on the water. Stripping out of her filthy clothing, she stepped under the water, grabbing soap products to wash with. Not sure how long she had before she turned irrational again, she wanted to make sure she was at least clean.

  Soon enough, a wave of need started to rise again, low in her core, the burning feeling beginning to return as the pain receded. Cursing, she finished her shower and stepped out, grabbing the closest towel and wrapping it around herself. Drying off, she wiped her face and took a sniff, recognizing the faint scent of Lincoln on the towel, like he had used it before. Not realizing what she was doing, she rubbed the towel over her skin, hugging it to herself. Pressing the towel with one hand, she slid the fabric between her legs, rubbing roughly against her center, her other hand holding the towel to her nose as she breathed in Lincoln’s scent. Shuddering in desire, she looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Dropping the towel to the ground in shock, she turned towards the bedroom, hoping she could forget about her loss of control.

  Only, when she stepped into the bedroom she was confronted by Lincoln’s large California king sized bed. She felt her restraint crumble as she was drawn like a lodestone towards it, climbing into the covers, burying her face in his pillow. She smelled Lincoln all around her now, and it made her relax, tension turning into happiness for a moment before starting to build again.

  Deciding to take matters into her own hands—literally—she used her fingers to rub on her clit, circling it quickly. Before long she was coming, breathless and trembling. However, the pressure inside Alex didn’t ease, and she knew she was in trouble.

  Her body flushed, burning hot, she kicked the blankets off and s
lid two fingers into her tight channel, curling them along her inner wall and pressing firmly. Spreading her legs, her other hand slid up her body to her breast and pinched her nipple. The second orgasm swept through her as quickly as the first, but again the relief was only momentary. As soon as she turned her head and took a long breath through her nose, she was driven right back into desperation.

  ///

  Lincoln heard a moan from his room and slipped on his t-shirt and jeans quickly, not bothering to dry his hair from his own shower. He bit back a curse at the thought of her hurting herself again, and opened the door, stopping dead in the doorway. He almost dropped to his knees in shock and awe at the beautiful sight before him.

  Alex was in the center of his bed, legs bent and open, revealing her body to him. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, the other hand playing with her nipple, the blankets tangled underneath her. She was panting and moaning, arching her back and shuddering as she came. In his bed.

  The perfect view of her pert breasts, dusky pink nipples topping the creamy globes called to him. He longed to explore every part of her, down her trim waist and gently flaring hips to her long, toned legs.

  She rolled over and pressed the blankets between her thighs, clenching them tightly together and showing off her firm bottom, her pink center glistening between her legs. Then, rolling onto her back again, she writhed on the bed, and made pained sounds.

  “Alex.” His voice was gravely and deep, and she jerked upright to a sitting position, looking up at him. Her nipples hardened into sharp points. Perfect for nibbling on. She whined, the canid sound desperate, her eyes glowing. Lincoln nearly lost his control, but he tried to remember his instructions, repeating them to himself. Don’t do something you’ll regret. Take it slow. Woo her. It was hard to think though, and he felt like his brain was slow and sluggish, like trying to swim through jello.

  Clearing his throat, he gripped the doorway on either side of him to remind himself that he was in control, not the lust. “Alex. You need to put your wolf away and think for a minute.” Every iota of his brain power was going into keeping him from approaching her and taking her in any way he could imagine.

  Alex’s gaze didn’t waver, still bright yellow, and he cursed again. She was too far gone and her wolf—and baser desires—had taken over. Sliding her hands up from her waist, she cupped her breasts in her hands and then moved to pinch her nipples, staring at him the entire time. When his only response was to clench his fingers tighter around the doorframe, she opened her legs and moved one hand to her clit, stroking it. Lincoln felt a crack as the wood crumbled into splinters beneath his palm.

  “Please.” It was a whisper, fraught with need. Her golden eyes and her scent wrapped around him tightly, and Lincoln longed to go to her, wanting to soothe his mate in her time of distress. But he tried to remember why he shouldn’t, a fuzziness taking over his brain. Alex was making it impossible for him to hold back from taking her.

  Taking a step back, then another, he slammed the door in front of him. It cracked and ricocheted open again. A piece of the door fell onto the ground. Not caring about the damage at the moment, Lincoln yanked on the opening of his jeans, leaning back against the wall just out of Alex’s immediate sight. He would have moved further away but he couldn’t wait.

  Pulling out his cock—he wasn’t wearing underwear due to dressing so quickly—he wrapped a hand around himself and stroked up and down rapidly. He kept up his furious pace, his release close, and shot thick spurts of come out in front of him, letting himself go. He breathed deeply, smelling Alex’s intoxicating scent throughout the house, and opened his eyes.

  When he registered what he was seeing there was only one thought that could find purchase in his brain. Oh no. I am so fucked.

  ///

  Alex fell back when the door closed behind Lincoln, groaning. She heard a thump and saw that the door was broken, a piece on the floor. Noises in the hallway, gasps for air, had her growling and crawling from the bed, wolf-yellow eyes intent on her quarry. Padding to the doorway on silent feet, she pulled the door open and stepped into the hall, facing Lincoln as he stroked himself. She eyed his long, thick member with greed, salivating at the thought of taking him inside her body.

  Just about to step forward and take what she wanted, she stopped as a warm spurt of come splashed across her chest and belly, dripping down her skin slowly as he panted before her, head thrown back just like the last time she watched him come. Finally, his eyes opened and his glowing gaze met hers. She lost all vestige of control, letting her wolf free to rampage at will.

  ///

  Lincoln caught Alex as she launched herself into his arms, tearing the t-shirt off of his body by gripping the neckline and ripping it to the bottom hem. They kissed while he shrugged it off, and then they divested him of his jeans quickly, Lincoln setting Alex down to free his feet. Sliding her mouth down his neck, Alex nibbled on his skin. He picked her up again and pinned her to the opposite wall in the hallway, trying to control her roving hands and writhing body.

  He was sure there was something he needed to ask. Right. The mate thing. “Alex, I think you’re my—hey wait a minute—think you’re my—fuck…” She had leaned back enough to get her hands between them and was sliding them up and down his cock. Breathless, he tried to gasp, “Mate.” But he wasn’t sure it was intelligible.

  “Now.” Alex growled to him, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. All rationality fleeing.

  Readjusting his grip on her, Lincoln slid his arms underneath her knees and spread her wide for him, his palms flat against the wall. Her throaty noises of pleasure as she placed him against her entrance had him desperate again even though he had just come—on her no less—moments before. A brief spark of something, like trying to fit a puzzle together in the dark, the last of his logical thought, slid through his mind. Then all his intellectual powers shattered as she pulled his chest, with a free arm, against her own and licked his shoulder. He could feel her wet heat against his tip and flexed his hips to slide into her slowly, afraid of hurting her.

  Lincoln had learned to take care with women when having sex, due to his size. It usually took a lot of warm up and moving slowly before they were able to take him all—and both he and his wolf didn’t want to hurt Alex in any way. However, she was having none of it, clawing at him and urging him to move faster.

  Shallow strokes in and out of her tightness revealed that she was wet and more than ready, so he sank into her with his full length. She moaned and panted, head thrown back, crying out for more between breaths. Her nails sank into his shoulders as he withdrew until only his tip was still inside her, and then thrust into her roughly, filling her deeply again and again. He felt her squeezing all around his length, and kissed her as he sank into her core.

  ///

  Alex gripped Lincoln’s shoulders and let his mouth swallow her screams of pleasure as he fucked her against the wall. She couldn’t believe the feel of him—stretching her almost to the point of pain—but the sensation was relief and tension mixed together.

  Lincoln shifted, raising his arms slightly and pulling her legs further apart, her knees hooked on his elbows. Then, still buried deep inside, he began to thrust shallowly, remaining deep within her. She felt his engorged tip sliding along her inner walls, hitting her where her body screamed for friction the most. Fire raced along her veins as her inner muscles clenched around him, and Alex screamed his name as he began to withdraw and thrust into her depths, drawing her orgasm out even longer.

  “Fuck. God your sweet little pussy is so tight around me.” She felt herself clench again and sank her fingers deeper into his skin, sobbing at the relief her orgasm brought her. He grunted and pulled away from the wall, taking her with him to the bedroom.

  Pulling out of her wet sheath, he tossed her onto the bed. Alex slid backwards to make room for him, but he grabbed her ankle and tugged.

  “Come back here. I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes burned her with their feroc
ity and need, and she let him flip her onto her stomach and raise her to her knees, until she was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, her face pressed into the softness. Standing behind her on the floor, his legs between hers, he pulled her hips upwards and pierced her softness once again, plunging deep. Growling, the noise of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room. Lincoln’s balls tapping her clit every time he slammed home. She felt a little discomfort as this position allowed him to spear even further inside of her, his thick length pushing Alex to the limits of what she could handle, so she lifted herself onto her forearms. But soon the pleasure of him taking her, the friction of his movement, drove all thoughts out of her mind bar one: release.

  Alex could only gasp as another orgasm spread through her, cascading across her muscles and melting them into a languid puddle. He stopped thrusting, still buried inside her, as her arms relaxed and her head fell down towards the bed again. After a moment she felt Lincoln’s strong hand slip through her hair, the fingertips of his left hand twining around the golden strands close to her scalp in a tight grip. Pulling her head back towards him, Alex sat up quickly, now almost upright from the painful tug against her scalp. Her back was arched, breasts thrust upwards into his waiting right hand, which pulled and tweaked her nipples.

  Using the hand embedded in the curly mass of her hair, he tilted her head to the side so her neck was exposed. His right hand slid from her breasts to her slit, stroking along her seam, then finding her bud and circling it, before pinching it hard. Her sharp cry—a mix of pleasure and pain—had him start the torturous cycle over again. Alternating between rough and slow, pinches and circular movements that drove her higher, and then soothed the ache.