by Caris Roane
His lips descended to her breasts. Her sex clenched in anticipation. She moaned softly when he took a peaked nipple in his mouth and began to suck. She was wet, she was cold in parts and warm in others, she was happier than she’d been in years.
He suckled her other breast then began a new descent. I need to taste you, Natalie. Do you want my mouth on you?
God, yes.
He spread her knees and took a long, warm swipe up her cleft. She moaned heavily and her back arched. He settled in to lave her folds and to flick the bud that had her clutching at his shoulders. Mmm, lemons and mint.
He licked and swiped until her hips were rocking. It seemed to take so little to work her up, especially since his fresh-cut lumber scent swelled over her and invaded her nostrils. It set fire to her brain until she was breathing hard.
Suddenly, he dipped lower and penetrated her sex. He was a wolf and strong. He plunged hard and fast so that within seconds ecstasy was on her.
She cried out as he kept driving into her and pleasure swelled over and over. It flowed up her abdomen and squeezed her heart. Shivers raced over her shoulders and down her arms. He slowed down then stopped, but with a hand to her abdomen held her in place.
Without warning, he pierced her again. He thrust in quick jerks, faster than human. She was taken aback by the swift, second rise in sensation until pleasure spilled over her once more.
She rocked sideways and cried out again and again.
He slowed then stopped. He pressed his hand to her lower abdomen. She waited because she knew he meant to do it again. Her body rested in a state of suspense.
The moment he plunged a third time, she moaned. His tongue was a beautiful tool, whipping in and out until a third orgasm poured through her body. More tears flowed as she raced up the swell of ecstasy and crashed down on the other side.
As she lay in the sand, she didn’t think she would be able to move for an eternity. He rose up on his knees and stared down at her. He lifted strands of her damp hair and slid them away from her cheek. He kissed her.
You taste like lemons and mint. Do you see?
His tongue in her mouth became another erotic message, but all she tasted was salt and the ocean. No, but how could I when what I’m smelling is your lumber scent?
She released a satisfied sigh and smiled up at him. His hair had sand it in from the water. She leaned up and used levitation to guide her legs around his waist. I want to sit on you, Grant, and to feel you deep. Can we do that? Would that please you?
God, yes. Anything you want right now. Anything.
He pulled her hips close. He was fully erect so that she felt the length of him pressed against her sex. She rose and rocked slowly so that she caressed his stalk with her lower lips. He groaned.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she kissed him as she continued to rock and stroke. She was wet from his tongue and wet from desire.
Damn that feels good. His deep voice pierced her mind. Shivers chased down her neck and back. The early morning beach air was cold on her skin, yet she blazed.
He sought her mouth and plunged his tongue inside. He used long strokes, making all kinds of promises as well as reminding her what he’d just done to her.
He planted his hands on her hips then lifted her up. She felt the head of his cock leave her body. She hissed as he held himself away from her, teasing her. Then slowly, he lowered her until the connection to her sex was made again. She slid onto him until once more he was anchored inside her.
She drew back and met his gaze. His lips were parted, and he was breathing hard. He rocked his hips then thrust upward.
Her voice caught on a gasping moan. That feels wonderful, Grant. I’d forgotten how good it could be.
Same here.
They were speaking of former loves, of Renee and Aaron, yet it didn’t bother her. Instead, it made the moment poignant. She’d never thought to have this again, the perfection of lovemaking with a man she cared about.
There was another truth. In so short a time, she’d come to care about Grant. It mattered what happened to him. She wanted him safe.
You’re beautiful, Natalie, especially with the sunlight sparkling on your face.
She kissed him but again leaned back enough to see his face. His hips grew quicker, more urgent. Desire began to build once more.
She wanted this with him, she wanted to watch ecstasy grab hold of him and take him to the heavens. She began to move with him in a rhythm that tightened her sex around his stalk each time he receded from her well.
His lips parted further. He was panting, his eyes narrowed. Fur appeared in beautiful lines along his cheeks. She ran her thumb over both lines.
Leaning close, she dipped her tongue into his mouth then rimmed his lips. He was groaning in hoarse pants now. As he quickened, she moved faster then flicked her tongue against his tongue.
Oh, God, Natalie.
Pleasure rose inside her. I’m so close. Go wolf fast, Grant. Now.
He moved as only an alter man could, with the speed of a hurricane. She held his gaze as ecstasy arrived. His neck arched, and he howled. Her wolf howled nearby in unison.
She felt his orgasm as her own pleasure peaked hard and sent chills over her body. On the sensation flowed, pushing into her abdomen and up into her chest until her heart was on fire.
So many chemicals exploded in her mind that she screamed her pleasure to the top of the cliffs above.
But Grant wasn’t finished.
~ ~ ~
Since coming to Five Bridges, Grant had never felt this way with a woman, not even with Renee before she passed. He supposed it could only be the increased levels of power both he and Natalie were experiencing that the orgasm he’d just experienced was only the beginning.
He didn’t warn Natalie as he cupped her bottom, levitated, then flipped her in the air. He guided her back to the sand, but this time she was beneath him.
His maneuvers had kept him buried deep inside her and he was still hard. She was wet as hell as he began to plunge slowly inside her once more.
I think you’ll kill me. But she chuckled.
Then die in my arms, Sweetheart. He’d started calling her ‘Sweetheart’ and it fit. This was who they were together. She was his girlfriend now, his ‘sweetheart’, and he wanted to be with her.
He moved faster. Her voice in his mind stroked him even more. You’re a tender man, good and honorable. I love doing this with you, your cock inside me, all your power thrusting in and out. And you’re still hard as flint.
I. Am. The words he’d used meant something.
He rolled his hips and plunged as deep as he could get. She moaned and rocked beneath him. She tossed her head back and forth on the sand. I love seeing you like this, full of passion, desire. Need.
Yes. Oh, God, yes. You’re fucking me.
I. Am. There it was again with a pause between the words. I’m yours, Natalie, your tool, your wolf, your man.
She opened her eyes, though it seemed difficult for her. She sought his mouth with her thumb. He caught it between his teeth then pulled it inside and began to suckle. Her breath came out in tight little pants and moans. How are you doing this to me? How is this possible? All this pleasure?
It’s you, Natalie. He smiled as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
You smell amazing. He knew he smelled like a lumberyard to her and that seemed to please his wolf.
He let his wolf come forward a little more because he knew his scent would thicken. He felt his fur develop on his chest.
She gave an almost wolf-like yelp as she drew her thumb from his mouth. Her fingers slid into his fur then she brought her hands to her nose and sniffed.
He sped up his thrusts, wolf-fast. The moment ecstasy hit her, and her sex began to stroke his cock in steady pulses, his second orgasm arrived.
Because he’d come once already, the nerves were tender and the sensation was almost painful it felt so good. He shouted first then his neck arched. Once more he ho
wled as he came and came.
By the time, the orgasm finished, he was breathing hard and had to put a palm in the sand beside her shoulder in order to start calming down.
She lay limp once more, her chest rising and falling quickly as well. She rocked her hips slowly to feel him. “Grant,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“You’re still hard. How the hell is that possible?” She was smiling.
He chuckled. “It’s you, but I have only one desire here to make sure you’re satisfied.”
“I am. At least, I think I am. Oh, God, I need more. I can feel it building inside me. Again. What is this between us?”
“A miracle.” He spoke the word before he thought it. But once it was in the air, he knew it was true. “Yes, a miracle. I didn’t expect to have someone like you in my life ever again.”
She lifted up and caught the back of his neck with her hand. “Is this love? I feel I can never be sure of anything in this damn world of ours.”
“I don’t know. It’s passion. I know that much. And it feels like love but that seems impossible as well.” Was he really speaking about love to a woman he’d known for such a short time and a fae at that?
Damn, if he wasn’t.
“I know this,” she said. She’d recovered her breath and his gasping-for-air had finally disappeared. “Labels don’t matter. I care about you and I don’t want any kind of harm to come to you. I want to share your bed and to stick close.” She smiled suddenly. “At the very least, I have a boyfriend now. And that’s new.”
“You definitely have a boyfriend.” He kissed her gently, then stroked her with his cock. When he drew back, he said, “One more time?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, you’d better hold on then.”
“What do you have in mind?”
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he focused on the dreamglide, gathered her bottom tight to anchor her and used his other arm to surround her shoulders and pin her against him.
Without a word, he swept her straight up into the air. Higher and higher he took her, still connected. At a thousand feet, he angled the dreamglide and headed back toward Phoenix and Five Bridges at breakneck speed.
He could have dispelled the dreamglide in an instant and landed them both back in bed in her bedroom. But that wasn’t what he saw or what he wanted to do with her.
While the dreamglide moved, he ground into her slowly, pushing and thrusting. He wanted her to feel him.
She surrounded him with her arms and burrowed against him. The feel of her was like heaven. He truly had forgotten the sweetness of being with a woman in this way, being close, wanting to make love over and over.
As they neared Phoenix, he said, “I want you to focus on your other self on the bed, but not enough to leave the dreamglide. We’re going to double up.”
“Oh-h-h-h,” she said on a drawl. “Good. Okay. I’m feeling my other self.”
“You certainly are.” She had turned to face him in bed. It was so odd to feel Natalie right here, in the air and in flight, while stretching out on top of her in her bed.
When he entered her on the bed, his cock jumped because he could feel both sensations. He wondered how the hell he was supposed to keep from coming too soon this time.
She moaned as he finally descended toward the canal that bordered her backyard. He kept going until the dreamglide flew through the building and into the bedroom. He hovered above the bed.
Natalie looked down at the pair of them making love on the bed. This is extremely erotic.
He focused a little more and a bed appeared in the dreamglide. How did you do that?
I don’t know, he responded as he settled her against the cool sheets. He began to move faster. As he became one with himself below, he matched the movements on the bed. Natalie was right, it was extremely erotic since all the sensations were doubled.
Grant, this is beyond words, beyond anything I could have ever imagained.
He looked down at her and she met his gaze. That’s when things took on a new dimension. He saw the iridescence of her wolf on her cheeks. Be your wolf. Right now.
She gasped and blinked. She closed her eyes. He could sense her focus. The iridescence began to spread until her neck and chest glowed. Her lemon-mint scent sharpened which brought his balls up tight to his body and aching all over again.
I need you on all fours, but just here in the dreamglide.
He lifted off of her and she used her levitation to roll beneath him then to rise up on her hands and knees.
His jaw quivered as he bent over her. He sniffed a line up her back all the way to her neck. She hurriedly swept her hair away from her nape.
Because he was very much wolf and still carried fur on the backs of his hands, his cheeks and all down his chest, he moved in quickly behind her. When she arched her lower back, he penetrated her in one long smooth drive to the hilt.
Her neck arched, and she howled, a very wolf sound as though she’d been born to it. He covered her and opened his maw wide. Some of his teeth had shifted to dull points, exactly what he needed to mark her.
When the thought entered his head, he knew this was what he wanted. It was a preamble to bonding, but not undoable. His connection would grow even stronger to this woman he barely knew. Yet he didn’t care about his apprehensions. His wolf-drive superseded any rational thought and it felt right.
I’m going to mark you unless you refuse.
She used her voice. “Mark me. Do it hard. Do it now. Because if you don’t bite me, I think I’ll go insane.”
He was still thrusting, but he had to slow and contain himself. Her words had almost caused him to ejaculate. Once again, his jaw quivered.
The pleasure and anticipation were so great, he shook all over. At the same time, he could feel his other self making love to her front-to-front.
She was panting hard. Do it, Grant. Please.
He opened his mouth a little wider and angled his head. She dipped forward, further exposing her skin.
As he’d done before, he bit down and took hold of her. The shaking stopped but in its place was a flow of energy that seemed to come from the core of his wolf-being. It pulsed in hot waves and was focused on the points of his teeth where they connected against her skin.
Oh, Grant, my God, what is that? Is that the mark? It feels like your whole essence is flowing into me and now it’s engaging my sex. Faster, please. Oh, my God.
Still holding her in place with his teeth, his hips went to work. He rocketed in and out of her. This orgasm wouldn’t be like any other before.
At the same time, he felt himself on the bed, face-to-face. He was looking into her eyes. He held onto both images. He wanted to see her as he released into her. The marking sensation pulsed faster and faster.
Grant, I’m coming.
He could feel her release as he began to ejaculate. His hips went wolf-fast now and pleasure soared.
He heard her screaming or maybe it was his own howls. The sky, full of sunlight was suddenly above them. He began to fly them high into the atmosphere higher and higher. It grew cold, yet it didn’t matter. It grew freezing and there was no air.
There were stars now and he was flying through the heavens, his release propelling him forward through nebulae and star dust, through rings of fire, and on into empty space then more galaxies and billions of new stars. Then there was nothing but bliss.
“Grant?”
When he came to, he was lying on top of Natalie and she was pushing at his shoulder.
“Grant, are you okay?”
He heard her question, but the words didn’t fit, not with all the stars around him, or the cold beauty of space, or the fire.
“Grant?”
He struggled to return to Natalie. He knew the dreamglide was gone and he was in bed with her. He’d been behind her, his maw fixed to her neck.
He blinked. He had a sudden memory of how much pleasure he’d felt as he’d come while being behind her, yet on top o
f her.
He smiled. Somehow, the orgasm had sent him on a rocket ride that had carried him through a dozen galaxies.
He lifted up slightly and stared down at her. Though even then it was hard to see her, to really see her. “It was like a dream. I saw things, I saw wonders of astronomy I’d only read about in books and magazines or online. What a mystery the universe is.” He supported himself on his forearms. “Did I ever tell you that at one time I wanted to be an astronaut?”
“No, you didn’t.” She smiled. “But I’m not surprised.”
He released a deep rush of air as though it traveled the entire distance of his boyhood memories. “Yes, I wanted to be an astronaut, build space stations, fly at light-speed.”
He was revealing things only his parents and Renee had ever known. “I guess what I’m saying is I just flew to the stars and it was amazing.”
She stroked his cheek with her hand. Only a faint iridescence remained, and her lemons-and-mint scent had diminished. “It was different for me. Oddly, when you marked me, and I felt that powerful sensation, my feet became rooted to the earth and began to drive down into the soil beneath my house. I felt anchored in Five Bridges as I’d never been before. Isn’t that strange given that you explored the universe?”
He nodded then leaned down to kiss her, but it wasn’t quick. His lips lingered for a moment then he pushed on her mouth until she opened for him. Once again, he drove his tongue inside, wanting and needing the connection. His cock was buried deep, but he was no longer hard. The lovemaking had at last come to an end and yet what remained was sweet beyond words.
~ ~ ~
As Grant kissed her, Natalie tried to understand what she was feeling. Lethargy was on her. She was fatigued from the night’s strife and exertions. The sex had been amazing and here she was in her own bed with Grant kissing her.
He drew back, and she smiled. “So, you went to one end of the universe and came back.” She loved that he’d disappeared in that way, almost unconscious from pleasure. He’d shared his deepest childhood desires of wanting to be an astronaut. “But why didn’t you end up at NASA?”
