41. Caleb
I shut the door in Zach’s spare room and pushed Emily onto the bed. I was apprehensive last time we were here because of all the things that’d transpired in the past few days, but that feeling quickly ended. She wanted me, and this was all that mattered.
I’d been so certain that once she was a wolf, she wouldn’t ever want to be intimate with me again. Our kiss earlier was one of relief and happiness, not of romance, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Emily wanted to continue our prior arrangement, then I was more than happy to acquiesce.
I ripped off my shirt, and she did same to her own, both of us clearly eager to be rid of our trappings. They were just barriers between us. I needed to get my hands on her, needed to feel her.
Everything was a flurry of movement and heated breath. I knew the whole house would smell what we were up to, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the incredible woman in front of me.
Once both of our pants were off, we were just in our underwear, but even that was too much clothing. I needed nothing between us, just our bodies pressed against one another, her soft, velvet skin pliant beneath my grip.
Our lips connected, and that same electricity from our kiss in the ditch returned. I loved kissing her when she was entirely human, but since she’d shifted, things felt so much more heightened, like there was a new level at which Emily perceived and reacted. That made me even more excited, more than I thought physically possible.
My blood was practically singing in my veins, simmering with a heat I relished. I could feel it surging through my heart and down into my boxers, my cock standing at peak attention. It was straining, barely contained by the fabric, with a patch of wetness where my tip pressed.
I kissed Emily hard and eased her down on the bed. She followed my guidance, as she always did, until we were both horizontal.
God, she looked amazing like that. I was taken back to the first time I’d seen her naked and spread below me. She was just as gorgeous then, but now? Now she’d grown into herself, like she was unapologetically Emily, and I loved that.
“Do you see how much I want you?” I was drinking the sight of her in as I shucked off my boxers, watching the delicate flush from her head all the way down to her toes. “That’s all you, Emily.”
She didn’t say anything, but opened her legs so sweetly, the perfect invitation. I pressed my hardness right against her panties, slowly adding more pressure, then a bit more, until my swollen head was sinking into her still-covered folds. But even with that thin layer of fabric between us, I could feel how fucking wet she was for me.
A gasp escaped her lips while I simply groaned. I couldn’t tell which one of us I was torturing more, but oh, was it the most delicious agony. Our kiss deepened, her teeth grazing my lips, and I noticed they were sharper than before. My Emily. My wolf. My mate.
Not your mate, I thought, but then I dismissed that entirely. This wasn’t the time for common sense. I needed to lose my mind, and the shock of her slightly pointed canines grazing my skin was driving me insane.
With her arms wrapped around my neck again, hands clenched in my hair, she bucked her hips. The soaked fabric against my skin might have normally felt too rough, but now it provided the perfect friction.
Fuck.
Much more of this, and I’d be exploding against her instead of inside her, which was all I wanted. As much as she was speeding things up, I wanted to slow things down, and I couldn’t embarrass myself with an early expenditure. I separated from our kiss, my tongue traveling to her neck.
A whimper turned into a moan as I closed my lips and suckled the flesh. I wanted to leave my mark. I wanted everyone to know she was mine , and even if she wasn’t, for the moment, we could pretend.
I continued my onslaught, switching spots, turning to each side, giving her a little taste of my own sharp canines as I landed soft bites along her clavicle. She was delicious in every sense of the word, and it was only my love for her that kept me in check because my wolf wanted to ravish her.
I journeyed down to her chest and reached behind to unclasp her bra. I’d wanted to rip it right off of her body, but as she didn’t bring any extra clothing with her, I figured she wouldn’t appreciate that. Honestly, I was surprised my brain was online enough to think of that, because Emily occupied everything else.
She continued taking up space as she bucked her hips for the second time. I growled as I finally released the clasps and pulled that pesky bra off in one swift motion. We were in a battle, it seemed, as to who could drive the other person wild with ecstasy first. And I had no intention of losing.
Two can play that game.
I allowed my lips to trace her right nipple, barely brushing it. The nipple instantly puckered and grew firm, welcoming the attention while my tongue slowly circled, swirling around the entire surface. The mewls she let out at that made me nearly feral, but I held myself in check and moved to the other side. She soon grew even louder, and in no time, the other was pink and eager as well.
The noises she was making and her hands fluttering along my shoulders urged me on. I flicked my tongue repeatedly, and she squirmed, filling the air with the scent of how fucking wet she was.
Perfect.
Well, almost. Her movements were causing even more friction, and I didn’t know how much more I could take, so I traveled even lower.
The scent of her arousal filled my wolf’s senses, and I felt a guttural growl vibrate within. My nose buried into her folds, her vanilla-almond pheromones clouding my mind. I pulled her underwear to the side, and my tongue sank between her nether lips.
It was even more erotic than all the other times I’d tasted her. Her taste was like her scent, and I was instantly salivating. I could feel the hunger of my wolf grow as I lapped at her, letting the sensation overwhelm me. I wanted to drown in her pleasure as if it were my own, to have her fall apart in every way at my hands.
My mouth found her clit quickly, and I kissed it: soft at first, tentatively, but slowly building up pressure while changing directions. Her moans indicated she was just as sensitive as that first time we’d spent the night together. I hoped she never changed. If I had my way, I’d eat her out until I had lockjaw and die a happy man.
But that was part of a future I wouldn’t have, after all. I was just her guardian, and helping her out, so I focused on the moment. Best not to get ahead when I had her right in front of me.
My tongue was light, sliding and lingering when she was into something, then moving along when she seemed less enthused. I loved learning her wants and desires, noticing each little hint and encoding it into my brain to call upon later. I also pointedly ignored the voice in my head that insidiously whispered, There wouldn’t be a later . It could go kick rocks—I was busy.
Emily’s pleasure filled the air, and I knew any wolf in a six-mile radius would smell and hear her. But I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to know she belonged to me.
Her hips rose from the bed, pressing herself into my tongue. Her grip on my hair tightened, and the scent of her arousal grew stronger. Stronger. Stronger. God, I felt practically drunk with it. Drunk on her, the one habit I never wanted to kick.
But I wasn’t ready for her to tumble over that precipice. It was greedy of me, but I wanted to extend the moment as long as I could.
Not just yet…
I eased off slowly, rumbling back when she whined in protest before I nibbled along her pelvic bone. She settled down at that, her nails still scratching across my skin in delicious burning trails, like she was so close to the edge that she was worried the lightest of touches would send her toppling into the abyss. Just a little longer. If she could endure that for me, I’d make sure the reward was more than worth it.
I got to my knees and planted little love bites along the sides of her stomach, up her ribs, her collarbone, and back to her lips as I ripped her underwear off and slid myself between her folds.
The wolf within growled at the sauna we’d just entered. With Emily’s heightened body temperature, her inner warmth had risen, and a gasp escaped her lips.
“Caleb!” she blessed me with my name at my ear as I buried myself to the hilt, filling her with every inch of my cock. As I gripped the sheets, I tried hard to calm my wolf, who was ravenous and wanted to mark her, to claim her. Instead, I moved slowly, wanting Emily to feel the full extent as I exited and re-entered her.
Her nails dug into my back, and I quickened the pace at her encouragement. The blur of my emotions and the wolf’s only got worse, propelled into a lust-filled, mushy mess. Her pheromones were not only clouding my mind, but the wolf’s as well. She was winning. I was going mad.
And I loved it.
When her legs wrapped around my waist, I could no longer hold back the wolf or my desires. I let them overtake my mind as I slammed into her repeatedly, urged on harder and faster by Emily’s cries. Her pleasured moans grew exponentially louder with each thrust, or at least it felt that way to me. The electricity around us vibrated. I knew we were close.
“Caleb!” she screamed my name as her climax overtook her, the wet, skin-on-skin sounds between us becoming even more pornographic. Fuck, I was a goner.
My pace quickened to an inhumane speed, all need and primal energy. If I was hurting her, I’d have stopped instantly, but her legs around my waist tightened, pushing me even deeper.
“Finish inside me,” she choked out, her voice ragged from all her cries.
That was my death knell, but how sweet it felt.
A growl rose from deep within my chest as I orgasmed, spilling into her without restraint.
I continued pounding and groaning with each thrust, but I wanted every drop to remain there. I wanted any male wolf in the campground to smell me on her for as long as the scent lasted. No one would dare approach.
I collapsed, my member softening inside her. I could feel those thighs vibrating beneath me as her orgasm still shook her frame. We were both breathing heavily and trying to catch ourselves. Her legs slumped around my waist.
It was quiet. All I heard was our heavy breathing. I looked down at Emily, and she smiled. I knew I’d do anything to keep her that happy.
“Aren’t you tired at all?” I asked.
“Nope!”
“That’s surprising, considering the run, the meal, and now this.”
“Sex helps convert meals into stamina?” She shrugged.
“We’ll have to test that theory another time. For now, you want to find everyone else? They either heard us and decided to stay away a little longer, or they’re off doing something.” I chuckled.
“Oh yeah? With what underwear, Superman?” Emily threw the shreds of her panties at my face. I enjoyed the whiff of her arousal, then shook my head and laughed.
“I had Keller pick you up a few clothes just for the next couple of days. Besides, the rest of your outfit was dirty, anyway.” I motioned to the soiled clothes lying on the ground at the foot of the bed, then I got up and found the bag of girlish clothes Keller had left for Emily. I picked out a blue tank top and a pair of dark spandex shorts. “Look, you don’t even need to wear underwear with these,” I said, dangling them in front of her.
She snatched them from me. “I have to pee.” Emily rolled her eyes and headed into the bathroom with her new outfit. I grabbed myself a different pair of shorts and a white tee since my outfit had gotten filthy as well from her pulling me into the ditch.
I started getting dressed, and just as my shirt was over my head, she walked out of the bathroom. Her nipples were softening, but I could still see them through the tank top. The spandex shorts perfectly hugged her curves.
She was making round two much harder to fight off.
“You like what you see?” she asked, turning around, lifting her hair into a ponytail.
I slapped her ass and loved how her cheeks jiggled. “A lot.”
She smiled and pushed my chest playfully before walking out of the room.
We were walking in the woods, holding hands for a short period of time before we heard a rustle in the bushes. We froze, and I let my wolf’s senses take over so I could detect any danger that may have found us.
But it was only a red fox jumping out of the brush. It stared at us, its nose wrinkling, assessing the situation.
“Aww! It’s so cute!” Emily tried to approach it, but the animal slowly backed away, turning and prancing into the woods. “Do I smell?”
I laughed. She had to be joking. “You’re a predator now, Emily. Other animals will see you as that and feel threatened by your power. So, if they don’t think they can win the fight, they’ll retreat.”
Emily’s infamous eye roll returned. “I don’t feel powerful.”
“Are you kidding? Think of all you’ve been through, and you’re still here, standing in front of me. You’re amazing, Emily… trust me.”