by Caris Roane
“Me, too. I just want to be with you.” She turned to face him and reached up to kiss him.
He snaked his arms around her so fast, she gasped. Then he gave her the kiss he’d been thinking about ever since he saw her alone in the gallery at the sandpit.
She parted her lips and he plunged his tongue inside. After the battle with Kryder, she was what he wanted, what he needed.
He picked her up and slung an arm below her knees. Cradling her, he carried to the bedroom. But he paused on the threshold, shocked all over again. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“It’s beautiful, Grant, and rugged.”
“It’s my burrow bedroom. Ryan had it duplicated. He must have had the security team fetch all the furs as well.”
“I want to feel it.” He took her to the edge of the bed then let her drop to her knees on the thick pile of furs.
Even the rock face beyond the bed looked similar. He would have to thank Ryan for this. Ryan would have known he couldn’t return to his burrow once he became alpha. Not only would his burrow be one of Kryder’s targets, but he would need to be with his pack as well.
He looked beyond the bed and smiled. Ryan had thought of everything. “They built me a running track.”
Natalie, who had been reclining and sweeping her fingers through the soft furs, rolled over to look at the opposite side of the bed. “Is that what those openings are for? On either side? I wondered.”
He felt a powerful need to shift again, even though he’d taken a few turns around the bonfire in full-fur.
He caught Natalie’s gaze, “Would you mind if I went for a run first?”
She grinned. “Only if my wolf can join you.”
He leaned down and grabbed her ankles. He then pulled her close to kiss her. “Do you want ride my back?”
“Not this time. But I might watch.”
Grant stared at the far opening and leaped into the air. He transformed into his wolf state as he shot above the bed and landed in front of the path.
He headed at full speed down the track.
~ ~ ~
Natalie’s wolf appeared almost instantly and went in pursuit. She decided to remain on the bed. The furs had called to her and something more. The bed smelled of Grant, of his heavy fresh cut lumber scent and man.
Her hips rocked with need.
She turned on her stomach and breathed in again. She began to ache deep inside her sex.
She could hear Grant running, his paws scraping along the sandy path. Every now and then he would howl. Her own wolf paced beside him and she felt her euphoria which only enhanced the need she felt. She was desperate for Grant.
She pulled off her blouse then her bra. Without leaving the bed, she kicked off her shoes then stripped out of her leggings and thong. Her clothes built a pile on the floor.
She turned back onto her stomach and stretched her arms straight out above her head. She breathed in the smell of Grant again and again until her hips were a steady thump against the bed.
Grant. Please. I need you.
I’m coming.
She heard him draw near then his voice as he said, “Holy shit.”
She peered at him over her shoulder. “You’ve shifted back.”
“You look great, but I should shower.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I want your sweat. I want to taste you. All of you.”
She rolled onto her back and he gathered up handfuls of the fur and dragged her toward him. He kept doing this until he lifted her off the bed and pushed the furs onto the floor.
Settling her against the sheets, he stretched out beside her, never losing eye-contact. “You’re beautiful.”
She leaned close and sniffed his face then licked his cheek in a line toward his ear.
“How do you want me?” He asked as he nuzzled her neck.
“On your back. I’m going to use my tongue…everywhere.”
He moaned loudly as he stretched out and rolled into position. She shifted so that her knees were adjacent to his side. He was fully aroused, a beautiful missile. She touched the head lightly with her fingers and began a gentle massage. While she was doing this, she leaned down to the space below his sternum and sniffed once more where his sweat had pooled. His lumber-wood smell rose in powerful streams to invade her nostrils then her brain.
She drifted her tongue over the dip above his abs. Sweat, salt, man and wood. She opened her mouth wide to let the flavors and the scents play over her tongue and through her nose once more.
She dipped again and ran her tongue all over his six-pack. The whole time she kept fondling his stiff cock, letting her fingers play along the rim. His hips had already begun rocking.
She traced his muscles back up to his abs then focused on his pecs and his nipples. She took her time, suckling each hard peak.
“You’re killing me.”
She met his gaze and smiled. “I don’t care. This is my time. I love your body and I’m going to savor every square inch. She traveled up first and licked his neck, the wells above his clavicles, the landscape of his shoulders then down each arm. She suckled his fingers. As she moved, she gauged his level of arousal and would remove her fingers from his cock when she could tell he was getting frustrated.
Each time he calmed down, she let her fingers explore his balls and his thick stalk.
On she went all the way to his ankles as she kissed and licked. His scent had thickened and grew stronger as she reached his thighs. She nudged his knees apart then turned to climb between his legs.
When her lips reached his ribbed testicles, the groan that left his mouth lasted about a century. She took as much in her mouth as she could but didn’t touch his cock. His hips undulated.
When she licked the base of his cock, another moan, accompanied by a few choice words, flew from his throat. She licked his cock along the side then sucked on him in the same spot.
His hands found her head and he pushed on her as he thrust his hips. She sucked harder. He groaned again.
She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. It seemed right and good as she lifted up and surrounded the head of his cock with her lips. She began to suck, very gently and his body arched.
Tasting his wood scent filled her mouth with saliva and created a perfect lubrication. She used her hand and kept the sucking motion gentle but began to squeeze and pump him at the same time. Give it to me, Grant. I want all you’ve got to give in my mouth and down my throat.
“Fuck.”
Come for me.
The wolf inside her became agitated with need. Her hand pumped faster, and she sucked just a little harder.
I’m coming.
His come filled her mouth in hot spurts. He tasted like his sweat, like fresh-cut lumber, salt and man. She swallowed what he gave her as his shouts filled the air. A howl followed which had her sex clenching hard.
His body grew still, but he was breathing hard.
She rose up on her knees and looked down at him, at the flush on his face and his swollen lips. He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck pulling him down on top of her.
He kissed her, his tongue searching the depths of her mouth, tasting what he’d given her. It was the most erotic moment.
When she drew back, he asked, “What can I do for you? I’ll do anything you want. Just look.” He inclined his head in a downward motion.
She lifted up and saw he was still fully erect.
She smiled when she looked back at him. “Were you always this prolific?”
He shook his head slowly. “Not until you. This is about you, Natalie. I’m hard for you. And I’ll be hard again and again.”
His words squeezed her heart and made her wish for things she doubted could ever happen. He was now alpha of the Meldorin Pack and she was fae with strong ties to her territory. Despite her misgivings, she kissed him then said, “I need you inside me, front to front, and riding me as deep, hard and as fast as you can. I’m dripping, I’m so wet and ready for you.”
His tu
rn to smile. “Are you? Then I’d better get going.”
She flipped onto her back and spread her knees. He quickly placed himself between her thighs and settled his hands next to her shoulders. He held her gaze as he took his cock in hand and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Shit, you are wet.”
When he pushed, he glided inside. Her body undulated with the feel of him. He was a big man and filled her wall-to-wall.
He began to thrust, taking the length of him all the way in then pulling almost all the way out. She moaned and rocked her hips. Within a few seconds, he was driving into her and making her cry out. This wouldn’t take long. Her need was too great.
“Is that what you want?” He asked.
She met his gaze again. “Yes. More. Faster. Oh, God. You feel so damn good.”
She watched as lines of fur thickened on his cheeks and his nostrils flared. He was breathing hard again, but this was different. “I need to bite your neck, but in the front this time. Will you let me? Do you trust me?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.” She rolled her head, exposing her throat.
He growled softly. She watched his mouth open, his nostrils flare and his chin quiver. Her sex tightened.
She gasped as his teeth made contact. She could feel that his incisors were longer, more pronounced. He bit down just enough for her to grow still. Shivers chased the length of her body, on and on they rippled. His thrusts sped up, yet somehow, he kept his upper torso still so that his teeth could remain in contact. Only a wolf could do this.
Pleasure began to rise in a sharp climb to the pinnacle. His scent ripened, and her brain became flooded with so much euphoria she could hardly think. Her wolf began moving within her body, flowing over her skin.
Your wolf is alive right now.
My wolf is loving on your wolf. I’m so ready to come.
Me, too.
With that, he bit down a little more and pleasure exploded in her sex then expanded in a tidal wave through her abdomen, rushing up through her chest, to drive into her brain.
The ceiling of the burrow-like room disappeared. She saw the heavens, a flashing of starlight, of nebulae, of galaxies spinning and rushing through the universe.
From a distance, she heard herself screaming in pleasure in tandem with Grant’s cries and shouts. She was both outside her body, yet within.
She watched his hips slow, yet not stop.
Her head arched, his teeth bit down and the process repeated so that once more her sex was clenching hard around his driving cock. Again, she shouted at the ceiling that was no longer there. The beauties of the world flashed through her mind as ecstasy carried her beyond the limits of the world.
She panted and asked for more. More.
Yes.
She watched his hips work her body. She whimpered as his thrusts grew piston-like once more. This time, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close. He released his hold on her neck and looked into her eyes. She returned to her body enough to meet his gaze. This would be different, more emotional, more present.
Tears streamed from her eyes. You’re magnificent.
You’re beautiful. He smiled and deepened his thrusts.
The climb was swift as she stared into his eyes. They were gold now and exquisite. She was one with him, aware of his driving cock, the strength of his arms, the wonder of his hips.
She let her hands begin a descent. She wanted to feel all that power. Her fingers gripped his bottom. She dug in her nails just enough.
He arched his neck and as pleasure once more tore through her, she watched his orgasm and it fired her even more. The rushing sensation began all over again as it drove through her abdomen and found its way to expand her heart. She felt herself open to him as she never had before. She wanted to take him inside her life and her world in the same way his cock moved within her.
She wanted so much to give herself to him as she’d once given herself to her husband.
Emotions flowed through her and the tears fell harder.
She hugged his shoulders as ecstasy peaked and a howl, so wolf-like in nature, left her throat and matched his own voice.
She continued to howl as together they drifted down from the heavens and her body grew lax.
Finally, he was arched above her, his hips now quiet, his arms stretched out, his neck back. His howls had stopped. So had hers. She had a view of his throat, his neck, the cord-like veins. All man. All wolf. So much strength.
Her body began to mold to the sheets. She smiled and sniffed. She’d wept, the sex had been so extraordinary.
Whatever happened in the future, she would always have this moment, a beautiful release after Grant had defeated Kryder and become alpha of the Meldorin Pack.
~ ~ ~
Grant’s arms began to shake. He’d held himself in a curved arch above Natalie and needed to let go of this tense position. He’d never come so much in his life, repeatedly, as though he’d been saving himself up for her.
It was a ridiculous thought, yet somehow, he believed it.
As he began to unwind, he knew he didn’t want to leave her body right away. He eased down on top of her, though supporting himself on his forearms to keep the full weight of his two-hundred-and-fifty pounds off her.
He wiped the tears from the sides of her face. He knew she’d wept, but he also knew it was from pleasure. He’d felt her sex rippling over his cock when she’d come. It was one of the best sensations of his life, to feel her coming with him, repeatedly. He’d give the alter world this much: Sex could be phenomenal.
“That was amazing,” he said.
She offered a soft smile. “Uh-huh. It was.” She chuckled. “I saw the heavens this time, like you did last time.”
“I saw your wolf flowing over your skin, over your entire body. My wolf loved it.”
“Your teeth. Oh, my God, Grant, the feel of your incisors was astounding. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it.”
“All that matters is how you felt.”
She caressed his face. “We’re good together, aren’t we?”
“The best,” he responded, without giving it a second thought. It was his honest reaction.
He released a long sigh, as though it came from the deepest part of his soul. “Thank you for this, Natalie, for everything, for rescuing me in the Graveyard and for opening yourself to the future when I know you didn’t want to, when I knew it caused you pain and fear. Thank you for helping me to take Kryder down, but mostly, thank you for sharing my bed. It means more than I can say.”
“I’m just grateful I could help. So much of our world seems beyond fixing, beyond our ability to make a difference. But tonight, I know we did. Kryder won’t be able to hurt your wolves anymore.”
“No, he won’t.”
She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled his braid over his shoulder and stroked it. Her own hair was a beautiful mass around her face and shoulders.
He didn’t want to leave, but his internal clock had already reset. He was the Meldorin Pack alpha and he needed to get on with things.
She tugged on his braid. “It’s okay. Go. You have a lot of business to attend to and we still have hours before dawn.”
“Yes, we do.” He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. “Thanks for understanding.”
He reached for one of the pillows at the head of the bed and stripped off the case. He chuckled. “I should have been better prepared. You know what will happen when I pull out of you.”
She caught his neck and leaned up to kiss him hard on the lips. God, he loved it. “Yes. A small flood. You’re very prolific.”
“With you, I am. With you, I’m something else, or perhaps something more.” He frowned slightly at his choice of words.
“What is it?”
He gathered the pillowcase into one hand. “Doesn’t it seem odd all the ways we’ve changed over the past few nights?”
“Very. I sometimes fear that if I actually stop to think about
it, I’ll go crazy.”
He released a sigh. She always seemed to say the right thing, yet he knew it wasn’t fake. She was reacting to the situation in the same way he was, very spontaneously.
He slid the pillowcase between her legs as he slowly withdrew from her. The muscles of her sex were tight, and he uttered a low moan. For half-a-second he thought about sticking around, but the pack called to him as it had for six years. Only, now he could do some good.
As he pressed the case between her legs, her hips rocked, one more invitation. He knee-walked over her thigh, sat up then levitated in the direction of the shower.
The hot water felt good on his shoulders and back. He allowed himself a few minutes to soak in the heat and the strong pressure the showerhead provided. He unbraided his hair at the same time. He had so much to think about and as was his habit began creating a priority list in his head.
Over the years, he’d worked with Ryan and a small administrative team so that when the moment came a whole host of measures would be instituted. By now, all the compound passwords would have changed, and the banking numbers re-routed to an account that only he and the pack’s accountant had access to. A back-up list of everything they’d just done, was in the safe. Both Ryan and two female wolves of his choosing, had the safe’s access code.
In other words, he’d done everything in his power to ensure that once Kryder was out, he couldn’t get back in. Not without one helluva fight.
He left the shower, blow-dried his hair, set a new braid then put on fresh leathers. He smiled at his closet. All his clothes had been moved from his burrow.
Suddenly, a distant explosion rocked the compound.
He heard Natalie’s feet before she appeared in the doorway, naked, her hair a lion’s mane around her face and body. “What was that?”
“Let me find out.” He contacted Ryan telepathically. What have we got?
Give me a second.
“Ryan’s hunting for info.” He saw the terror in Natalie’s eyes and held out his arm to her. She came to him instantly. When she pressed herself against his side, he held her tight.
The explosion, however, was the least of what he expected. He could tell by the sound it wasn’t in the compound, maybe not even near it.
