The Wolf’s Whisper: The Complete Series

44. Caleb

M mmmm…

I was deep in sleep, deeper than I’d been in a long time, but I was slowly, insistently being tugged towards consciousness. It wasn’t an obtrusive pull, but it was gently insistent, guiding me bit by bit out of sleep until I was somewhat blearily aware of the world around me.

The first thing I noticed besides my slightly dry mouth was something warm and oh so soft, pressed up against my entire body, but especially my already stirring cock.

Not a bad thing at all. It was a delicious yet soothing pressure, like a promise of so much more patiently waiting to take it. But I wasn’t quite ready to open my eyes just yet. It was so rare lately that I had time to lie around and just be. My life had always been fraught, but that had increased exponentially lately.

My hands had other ideas, however. They found Emily’s hips as my own flexed forward ever so slightly, wanting more of that wonderful pressure, and friction, too.

I was caught in a crux, and that coaxed me towards wakefulness. The way my bleary mind saw it, I could either relax and let myself gently slide back into slumber, or I could wake and get some of the pleasure I’d denied myself the previous night.

Because I wanted Emily. Fuck, how I wanted her. It just hadn’t been the right moment the night before. But now? Now seemed like a rather good time.

I pressed further against her, wedging ever so slightly between her plump cheeks. There was such a thrill to it with her completely naked while I was still in my pants. Her skin was soft and warm, like the world’s most perfect velvet, hidden from me by the smallest barrier between us.

But she’s sleeping… a more practical part of my mind reminded me. While I had no issues rousing a partner with intimacy, that was usually something I pulled out after getting nice and comfortable around a friend with benefits. I could be sure they were into it. Some people did not appreciate waking up unexpectedly at all.

“Emily?” I murmured softly, as quietly as physically possible.

She stirred just a bit, but only backed into me further. I bit into my lip to hold in a moan.

She’s not even sleeping—she knows exactly what she’s doing , the more feral part of my mind suggested. It was exactly the type of game she’d play. Always driving me crazy with a batted eye, a sultry joke, or just by being unequivocally her . Little did she know, she didn’t have to try at all. I was already insane about her.

Let’s see how asleep she actually is…

I nuzzled my nose next to her ear and flicked my tongue around the perimeter, testing if she’d giggle or move. She shifted and backed into me even further. I blew my lips lightly and felt her shiver against my body.Victory!

Oh yeah, she was awake.

But if she wanted to pretend to be asleep while I worked for it, I’d make her give up the game. A nice, playful, but lazy challenge between the two of us that’d hopefully end with her screaming my name.

My hand glided from her hip, then along her side and then to her chest before cupping her breast. I paused, reveling in how her heart fluttered and her scent spiked. Once again, she was filling the room with pheromones at a rapid speed. I didn’t mind at all.

Not one bit.

I ever so gently applied pressure to my caress, not enough to be satisfying, but enough to remind her of all the ways I could make her feel. Despite the fact that I wanted to be buried inside her tight heat, I also wanted to take my time. That was always the case when it came to Emily. Constantly wanting to feel her come apart around my cock, to watch ecstasy envelop her features, but to drag it out as long as possible so it was never fully over. After the massage last night, her oil-slickened body beneath my fingertips, my feral greed for her was only amplified, turning from a little devil on my shoulder into a raging beast within my chest. Still, I knew good things came to those who waited, so I placated that beast with promises of what was to come.

Taking my time, I planted soft, slow kisses starting behind her ear, nibbling a path all the way to her neck, switching up the pressure and whether I used my teeth so she couldn’t get too used to things. I knew not all humans liked getting bitten along the neck, but because of our mating glands, as well as pheromones around the area, it was guaranteed to drive any wolf wild. Judging by another surge in her happy, lustful scent, Emily was no exception.

I dedicated myself to showing her just how incredible that erogenous zone could feel. I had no doubt her inner wolf was going crazy and screaming things about mating in her ear. I remembered how during my first sexual encounter after my shift, as well as the longest make-out session of my life, both the girl and I left with hickeys all over our necks—an impressive feat for two teenagers with accelerated healing. The entire time, my wolf howled at me to sink my teeth into her mating gland and bind us together. Thankfully, even though I was a dumb teenager, I’d had enough wherewithal to know that wasn’t something I wanted to do. I’d let her wolf work itself up into a tizzy, but that was one boundary I wouldn’t cross without a lot of clear, earnest discussion.

Besides, it was no trial to kiss, bite, or lick the slender column of Emily’s neck. Her skin was like butter, and I wanted to indulge.

I felt thoroughly prepared for a chemical taste from the massage oil we’d used, but it must have faded in the night because there wasn’t any acrid flavor across my tongue. Of course, that was just the effect Emily had on everything in general. She always made it better. It was hard to imagine any part of her could taste awful.

My tongue glided up her jawline, lingering on a vein I felt more pertinently than others. That toppled her over the edge, and pants and light moans suddenly slipped their way out of those plush lips of hers. Little mewls at first, the slightest hints of a gasp, built on themselves. If she hadn’t been fully awake before, she was at this point.

I remembered I still had the rest of her body to work with, my hand gently cupping the warm weight of her breasts. God, I fucking loved all of Emily. Her entire body was perfect. Supple and curvaceous in a way that truly called to me.

My fingers found her nipple, pointed and begging for attention, and I granted it just that, softly glazing the top with my calloused thumb. It was borderline dizzying just how soft she was. Silk and satin and heaven rolled into one body.

Emily released a passionate sigh as I swirled my thumb, ending her entire sleeping charade as she squirmed. I’d always loved just how responsive she was. I knew some people played things up in bed, but everything about Emily was so real, so genuine. I knew when I did something she liked, when I did something that wasn’t for her, and when I did something she really liked.

Sometimes we were so inextricably connected that having sex was as natural as breathing.

“Does that feel good?” I gently pinched and rolled the little pink bud. I already knew the answer, but I liked hearing her admit it.

I felt her nod before she turned her head towards me, then pressed her lips against mine. Fuck, I couldn’t think of a better way to greet the day than by kissing my love.

Well, not that , but I forgot so easily in the moment. I knew I was using that excuse more and more lately, but I fell straight into the fantasy. So often, Emily and I seemed meant for each other, far beyond the connection via our childhoods. I knew that was a dangerous line of thought to follow, but I was marching down that road.

Emily moaned into the kiss, and I rumbled in response. My hand was moving to a new target as I slid my tongue along hers. My fingers glided down the center of her stomach to where her legs met, and I coaxed my hands between them. I didn’t just dive in, though I’d put money down that she was wet enough already. No, I applied pressure and eased my way just over her folds, petting lightly until she surged her hips up into my palm.

Still, I teased her a while longer. I liked to think I was relishing the moment. With tomorrow never guaranteed, we should treasure the intimate seconds we had together, to drink deep and satiate the both of us.

As if either of us would be satisfied. That was the oxymoronic thing about such intense compatibility: the more time we got together, the more we wanted, or at least that’s how it was for me.

But I wasn’t cruel , and when Emily started whining, I finally let my fingers slip between those swollen, puffy folds. She felt drenched, sticky, and slick at the same time.

It was the most honest compliment she could give me, but just like everything, it wasn’t enough. I wanted her soaking my hand, then my cock, and then my face if I was lucky. Although we didn’t have time for all three of those, my imagination stayed optimistic, hoping that somehow time would stop and we’d make it work.

I couldn’t say how long I stayed in that phase, but my desire not to hurry passed with each slide of my finger pads against her silkiness, and with the moans escaping Emily’s parted lips.

“Please… more… m ore. ”

God, I was so bad at telling her no, especially when I didn’t want to.

I let two of my fingers slide ever so slightly into her pussy while my thumb went up to that swollen little clit of hers. I circled around it, building up the anticipation until she was nearly shaking.

“That’s my girl,” I said, pressing another kiss to the back of her head. “Show me how good you feel.”

“Shit, Caleb. Please , I want more, I need more.”

She did beg so politely, and who was I to argue with such an ardent plea?

Finally, I let my thumb directly slide over that sensitive little nub while kissing Emily yet again. An intimate gasp escaped in response, her entire body jolting from my hold on her. It was so tempting to get my straining erection out and plunge deep into her, she was so wet, but I knew everything would be so much better if I was patient.

Besides, I wanted to hear her climax while I was still lucid. To have her fall apart on my hand and watch her cum in glorious technicolor. Then, when she was soaked and boneless, I’d bury myself in her all the way to the hilt. I knew without a doubt the wait was more than worth it.

All in good time…

So, I used my fingers as best I knew how, working her higher and higher. I didn’t have to pull out tricks, because Emily didn’t need those, but I did utilize what I’d learned about her. The thumb in circles, and the fingers in and out, stroking her g-spot within, kissing her neck again, whispering all the things I wanted to do to her.

“Caleb… I want you… I need you,” Emily whined. I could tell she was melting inside with each stroke of my fingers. But I wanted more. More.

I kept working her over, the feedback of her pleasure making it feel like I was the one hurtling towards orgasm. But after only another minute, I felt her clamp down on me, her body shaking like it did whenever she was about to topple over the edge.

“Fuck, Caleb! Caleb! ”

The cries from Emily’s mouth were a symphony only she could create, lighting up my senses in a rush of excitement and pleasure. I ignored the urge to change my hand’s angle and speed, instead focusing on keeping up the same pressure and beat that was doing so right by her.

The moment her climax hit her was as magical as the other times, and I felt enraptured by her, the way her scent grew even deeper , filled to the brim with dozens of different happy notes. How her whole body flushed from head to toe, blushing a brilliant pink I never got enough of. The way her mouth fell open, the way my name tumbled out between unintelligible cries. All of it was perfect, and I wanted to absorb everything.

I only slowed down slightly, guiding her through, and I didn’t stop until she began the telltale little trembles that arrived when she came. I lazily stroked up her body until my wet fingers gripped her chin, and I turned her face for another kiss.

Like the one before, there was an indulgent quality to it—just the two of us soaking in the moment, the smell of her arousal in the air. We’d surrendered to our lusts, unfettered. I honestly could’ve stayed in that moment for the rest of my life and been content.

“Now I owe you two,” Emily panted when we finally parted, her pupils blown out so wide that her eyes appeared black. God, she was impossibly beautiful.

“It’s not a quid pro quo,” I said with a chuckle, and though my straining cock was interested, I made Emily cum because she deserved it, and I loved doing it. There were no strings attached.

“But…” Emily blinked, and I saw that bright intellect of hers sparkle. “What if I need to give you two? Please? ”

Now, who was I to deny her what she wanted? No, needed ?

“Well, if you insist,” I growled shortly before capturing her lips once again.

We moved against each other while locked in our kiss, writhing, gripping, surging without inhibition. It was an animalistic surrender to hedonism, and I was all for it.

Meanwhile, Emily— perfect Emily—wanted to devour me. Her hand was in my hair, her body twisted away so I could surreptitiously slide my cock between those thick, luscious thighs of hers, just beneath her dripping center.

Holy shit…

I couldn’t tell if this was the best decision I’d ever made or the worst. The heat and warmth was already so intoxicating, I was surprised I didn’t blow right then and there, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

But the groan Emily let out, and the way she tried to grind down on me, encouraged me not to bring the show to an end yet. Not when there was so much to feel.

I kept teasing her, one of my arms sliding under her side so I could cup both her breasts and play with her nipples.

“Fuck, Caleb, please get inside me. I need it. I need it. ”

Her begging was oh so pretty, and I was in a cruel mood, because I tortured her a bit longer until she was practically crying for it.

“It’s alright, baby,” I rumbled as I pulled back and positioned myself. “I’ve got you. I’ll give you what you want.”

At that, I eased the head of my cock into her, allowing her to inhale before pressing further, deeper.

Fuuuuuck!

There was no bad way to be inside Emily, but God, it was cataclysmic from behind. The way the curves of her ass pressed themselves around my whole cock was a pleasure nothing else compared to. Then there was the impossible feeling along my shaft. She was somehow always wetter and warmer than I expected. Perfection, as usual, but somehow each time was better than the last.

I wrapped the arm closest to the bed through her waist, pressing her further into me, desperate for more. Emily threw her head back against my shoulder, biting her lip, and it was the most sensual scene I’d ever witnessed.

I could’ve imploded in that moment.

But I knew just from the position that I’d cum too fast, and I didn’t want to expedite that.

I used the opportunity to get to the other side of Emily’s neck, now fully exposed to me. I kissed, bit, and outright worshipped her body as I pumped inside her, both of us so desperate for one another. It was everything I wanted and more.

I held her tight, pushing her away, then yanking her back to me, strengthening my thrusts. The way Emily’s hands reached back to grip me, the left hand holding mine, the right fingernails biting my hips… I was in heaven. Fucking heaven.

But as always with Emily, I always wanted more. I staggered onto my knees, turning Emily without slipping out while I grabbed her hips.The noise she let out lit up my whole spine.

“That’s it, tell me how much you like it,” I growled. “Let it all out, baby. Scream for me.”

“Fuck, it feels so good! Caleb, please, please, I… I…”

She flew into gibberish again, which was perfect for my ego. I loved that I could turn such a brilliant, insightful woman into a needy, greedy mess in bed. An erotic groan reverberated from within as I sank all the way to the hilt and Emily clamped down on me. It was pure sin, but the connection between us felt borderline holy. Something to be respected, reveled in.

I pushed forward, giving my all to Emily as she arched her back. Her moans were seductive, and I could tell she was reaching her own end. That was a perk I hadn’t expected yet.

“God, Caleb, it’s… it’s… it’s supposed to be your turn!” Emily mewled before reaching an unrepentant cry.

Next thing I knew, she was once again clamping down on me, milking me for all her worth as she climaxed. That was my final trigger, and I felt myself let loose within her, satisfying the primal need to breed . To claim. To have and protect.

Orgasms with Emily happened like a switch. One moment, I was completely in control, then robbed of that grasp on reality and bathed in euphoria. The lingering dregs of my intellectual mind knew Emily was on birth control and there’d be no real breeding, but that didn’t matter. The only important thing was our bodies flush with pleasure as we experienced each other.

.

I didn’t stop until both of us were panting and hunched over. It still felt unreal, like nothing so wholly good was possible outside the dream world.

“T-t-thank you,” Emily sputtered breathlessly, but my brain wasn’t ready to respond. Instead, I fell to the side and pulled her with me, basking in the moment. I couldn’t say how long it lasted, only that I felt the familiar desire to never leave.

Emily, however, had other plans. After a while, she wiggled out of my grip, then turned to face me with a cheeky expression. I thought I’d thoroughly tired her out, but I’d forgotten about the impressive stamina of a newly shifted wolf.

“I’m pretty sure I said I owed you two ,” she said.

I drew in a breath, though I wasn’t sure what I was possibly going to say, then Emily was already pushing me onto my back. I could resist, of course, but why not indulge? I was more than curious to see exactly what she had in mind.

“I want to taste you…” she murmured, looking at me with such lust, I was surprised I didn’t vaporize right then and there. I loved this uninhibited side of Emily. She was fierce, beautiful, and demanded whatever the hell she wanted.

The fact that she wanted me, while impossible, wasn’t something I’d ever debate. I’d never be her mate, but I was more than happy to be the friend she sought physical comfort from when she needed it.

Then, to my shock and delight, Emily closed her mouth over my shaft and lathered it with affection.

I’d braced myself for discomfort so soon after cumming, but I viscerally underestimated how my body reacted to everything Emily did to me. As her tongue glided over my length from the base to the head, swirling around the tip, the blood that’d previously dispelled immediately came rushing back. It was a light, sensitive tickle at first, but gone as quickly as it came.It didn’t take long at all before I was so stiff, I could practically feel my pulse through my cock.

Sex was like a drug with Emily. It didn’t matter how much we had, or how long we went—I craved her. It was as if time stopped and I was in a trance. Each touch and kiss was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“You’re incredible, Emily… that feels amazing, ” I moaned, gathering her hair in my hand and holding it in a ponytail. My grip guided her as she bobbed up and down my hard cock. Salivating and wet, just how I liked it, and I found myself lost in the pleasure she provided. It was dizzying how attentive she was, listening to my body more than I did. Was this how she felt when I went down on her?

As if she could hear me, Emily looked up and pointedly grinned. Wickedness shining in her eyes, she slackened the pace before pushing me deep into her throat, to the point I could hear her gagging. Holy shit… her mouth’s vibrations… the way she was looking at me… everything about it was intense.

“God, I love it when you do that,” I groaned. “But I don’t want to finish like this.”

I pulled her hair, motioning for her to release me. She whimpered but agreed while wiping her mouth. It took monumental strength not to let her go right back to swallowing me down because God, it was incredible, but I knew there was so much more we could do. Who knew when we’d ever have alone time like this together again? I wasn’t about to go back to Maplewood with regrets.

“What if I wanted you to cum in my mouth?” Emily asked playfully, kissing up my abs, my chest, and then my neck, licking the pooling beads of sweat.Once more, I was flooded with the urge to give in but held strong, if only because I knew I could do so much better by her.

“That can be arranged, and I’m sure it’d be a beautiful sight,” I chuckled. “But I’ve got an even better one in mind.”

“Oh?”

I laid down on the bed, cock standing firm at attention, and beckoned Emily to climb on top of me. As she lifted her leg over my hip, I positioned myself right at her pussy, and I pushed up as she sank down.

“Caleb,” she gasped. “Oh my God, Caleb. ”

I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. It was incredibly satisfying to watch how her body reacted to me, like she couldn’t hide it if she tried, and she obviously didn’t even want to. That was the exact picture I wanted burned into my brain—making love to her, forever. Her face was pure ecstasy.

I eased my pelvis back down on the bed and let her settle comfortably into me.

“Caleb, you’re so deep…” She slumped over my chest and captured me in a deep, passionate kiss. She ground her hips as I kept moving inside her, but I wanted her to continuously feel my girth. I settled my hands at her waist and forced her hips down as I pushed up again. Her seductive moans, mixed with our reckless kiss, were heaven. My hands guided her hips, her ass bouncing.

We quickly found a rhythm where I shoved my pelvis up each time she came downward. Our bodies were slick with sweat as we continuously crashed together.The temperature had risen so high, the room felt like a sauna.

“I want to see you as you cum…” I whispered against her lips.

She lifted herself.Even as sweat clung to her face, her lips wet and swelling from our forceful kisses, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I filled her with an outpouring of love and devotion, knowing only I filled her with this level of pleasure.

But I had to clamp down on that, had to restrain myself. I was Emily’s guardian, and already crossing too many boundaries.

I focused only on my orgasm then as it hit me with the force of a truck. I gripped Emily tight, pressing her skin against my flesh, willing us to somehow merge. My muscles pulsated and contracted, radiating from the tip of my shaft to the top of my brain to the balls of my feet. My vision burst into a million specks of light, the electricity galvanizing my body. My senses were a giddy mess, completely and utterly focused on sweet release, and nothing else mattered. There was no better feeling in the world.

I held Emily as we breathed heavily, exhausted, both covered in sweat and nearly drunk off our post-climax chemicals. Somehow, I felt linked to her, and I never wanted to let that go.

“Mmm…” she murmured, and I could feel her satisfied smile buried in my neck.

The only thing I loved more than making love to Emily was the cuddling after. I was filled with pleasure, exhaustion, and affection all at once—it was overwhelming.Never in a million years did I think I’d have anything so wholesome, so pure. For so long, I thought I was nothing but a fuck-up who only deserved the worst. But when Emily looked at me? I felt I had the potential for so much more.

The calm and contentment radiating in the air was unmatched. She’d become my peace. No matter what I’d been through in my life up to now, I had the girl I never knew I needed. She was perfect—she made me laugh, she challenged me, she kept me on my toes. She somehow made me feel completely vulnerable yet safe, and like the king of the world all at the same time. She’d brought so much joy and excitement into my life. There was nothing else I could ask for in a mate, and for the first time, I’d relish that bliss.

I knew I’d risk it all for her, and it’d be worth it each time.

“Check-out’s coming up.”

I opened my eyes with a groan, having drifted off into a pleasant, restful state. Emily was leaning over me, already dressed. Her wet hair told me she’d showered again. I silently cursed myself at missing another opportunity to get wet together, but with our limited time, that was for the best.

“I know. I’m not thrilled about it, either,” she said regretfully, joshing my shoulder. “But I’m willing to bet we need to hurry back to Maplewood. Neither of us exactly told anyone we were going out.”

Shit, she had a point.

“Have I ever told you I hate it when you’re right?” I grumbled.

“No, you don’t,” she said primly before rising. She’d done it again.

We both shared a light chuckle before I did a quick wash-up. The past day and a half hadn’t gone anything like I’d expected, and while I wasn’t complaining, it was time for us to come back down to earth.

Boo.

“Is there anything you need to grab before we head back to camp?” I asked her.

Emily paused. “Well, we could go get some clothes from my dorm. That way, we have an excuse for why we’ve been out.”

“I don’t know many dorm runs that take twenty-four hours,” I considered as I donned my shoes.

“Eh, I got tired, and we spent the night,” Emily said with a shrug. “It’s not like we’re on house arrest, or I went off on my own. I had my guardian with me, so that should be good enough.”

It was well-established that I was indeed her guardian, yet it still made me quite happy to hear those words tumble from her lips. It was like a matter of course to her—no hesitation, no doubt.

“Hopefully, there won’t be much fuss about it, especially since they know you’re trying out your wolf form and running around the forest with me.”

Emily blushed slightly. “They know about that, huh?”

I instantly caught on that she wasn’t embarrassed by the thought of other shifters knowing that she was, well, shifting , but rather the activities we’d gotten up to immediately after.

“Sorry, babe, there’s extraordinarily little privacy in a wolf pack. We all know who’s fucking and who’s sucking. We’re just polite enough to try to tune it out thoroughly or soundproof our bedrooms.”

“Thank you, Caleb, for that tactful and professional way of putting it.”

“I do what I can.”

“Technically, I think you do me. Repeatedly.”

A loud peal of laughter punched its way out of my throat. Sometimes she delivered these perfect deadpan one-liners that got my goat. I didn’t usually banter so easily with someone, and I didn’t think I’d ever get over it.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s head out to the car before you get your own Netflix comedy special.”

“Don’t I have to make sweeping generalizations about a minority group for those?”

I let out a low whistle. “You’re on fire today, you know that?”

“I guess you could say I’m invigorated.” She grinned cheekily up at me, and I wished I could take a picture of her in that moment. However, I knew some things were never meant to be captured that way. I just burned the image into my memory to pull up whenever I needed it.

“While we’re out, do you think I could stop by my parents’?” she asked. “I know I can’t tell them everything, but I’d like to at least give them an update, especially since I lost my phone when I shifted.”

“Hmmm.” I wasn’t sure about that one, and the apprehension made my stomach flip, but then I couldn't see a reason why not. It wasn’t like she was alone, or at risk of shifting and ripping them limb from limb. We’d already shown in real time that her wolf instincts were responsive to alpha influence, particularly mine. All the worries about Emily accidentally hurting herself or others evaporated if she was in my presence. I wasn’t going to drop the ball again.

With her, I wasn’t going to drop the ball again, ever.

“I think that should be alright, but dorm first,” I finally said. “Let’s grab everything you might need for a vacation. I know they’re helping you go on medical leave, but they won’t mess with your dorm, will they?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. That’s one thing we should go to the counseling office for.”

“Maybe. Let’s see how you handle just being on campus in general.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

It did, didn’t it? Despite everything being set against us, it was so easy to make plans and then simply be around Emily, like we were two halves of a whole puzzle, always meant to fit. Of course, that may have been wishful thinking.

I checked us out of the hotel, and we headed to where we’d parked Keller’s truck. Judging by how he hadn’t blown my phone up, I was sure my friend was busy with Black Hawk matters. That investigation couldn’t be easy. Not with the tension between the two packs, and his own friend held in a human prison overnight, manipulated by anti-shifter tools.

It was when we were halfway across the parking lot that I picked up a familiar scent.

Shit.