Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Fawn
I don’t sleep and rise early.
This is not me. I am more of a laze in bed until I absolutely have to kind of lass. Usually, Blue’s whining to go is the catalyst to get me up. Today, I am so early that even Blue is confused and continues to nap on his old blanket beside the fire as I put some water on to heat.
I throw open the front door and nearly trip over a wolf— Shifter, I correct—he whines and glares at me when I stumble onto his tail.
“Sorry,” I wince. Then I plant my hands on my hips and frown at him. “What are you doing lurking outside my door?”
He rolls his eyes at me—having lived among shifters all my life, I’m on to their animal expressions—and lopes off into the forest.
I stare after him, noticing another shifter at the edge of the clearing where my boundary meets the woods.
Are they here every night?
I am suddenly convinced that they are.
Blue darts past me to go and do his business.
Greta comes trotting around the corner of the cottage with a mouthful of weeds.
Damn goat. Does nothing keep her in?
I sigh and turn to collect her leash from beside the door so I can take her back to her paddock.
“What the fuck are you doing outside in your underthings? What the fuck is the goat doing out of her paddock?!”
I start, dropping the leash, spin around, and crash into the wall of naked human flesh.
“Uff!” All the air leaves my lungs. Wolf’s spicy scent sets off a tingle low in my belly. He is naked, fully naked, and my eyes lower to his cock, jerking vigorously like it is calling me to action.
His arm wraps around my waist, anchoring me to him.
My eyes lift until I meet his dark midnight blue ones. I forget how to breathe.
“You do not greet other men in your underthings,” he says, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“It was not my fault the stupid male was lying outside my door.” I am cross but also secretly pleased. He had clearly been making sure that I was safe. “Did you tell him to sleep there? How long has this been going on?”
“Shut up.” He hoists me into his arm and strides into the kitchen, where he drops me onto the table. “Open your pretty mouth.”
He fists my hair and slants his mouth over mine. My lips part hesitantly. I don’t know what I am doing; I just wrap my arms around his neck and groan as his tongue dips into my mouth.
The intimacy is intense and too brief as he moves on, trailing kisses down my throat, sucking against my skin until he reaches the neckline of my nightgown. He tugs—there is a distinct tearing sound. The cool morning air sets goosebumps springing before his hot mouth closes over my nipple and sucks vigorously.
Explosions go off behind my eyes.
Cupping the back of my neck, he lowers me against the table, sucking and nipping my breasts with barely tempered aggression and low growls. My nipples throb. I spear my fingers into his hair and arch up for more.
“I need to thoroughly scent you,” he mumbles against my flesh, moving to the other side.
His attention is like a whirlwind ripping through me. I cannot process what is happening nor stem the needy whimpers and moans that escape my lips.
He slides a hand under each thigh and lifts them to bend me in two. Then he nips the inside of my knee before sucking sharp kisses all the way to my core and burying his face with a groan.
“Bleeeehhh!”
“Fucking goat,” he mutters against my pussy before flattening his tongue and taking a long, slow lick over the length of my slit.
My knees try to snap shut—he growls—they spring apart.
Then he feasts.
My heart is galloping in my chest. My pussy flutters and sparks under the passage of his lips and tongue.
He reaches up to cup my breasts and squeezes my nipples roughly just as his lips close over my clit.
He sucks.
I go off like a firecracker at an all-summer celebration.
He slams two fingers inside my pussy and sucks harder still.
My entire body feels like it is being battered in a carnal storm. I twitch and thrash as spasmodic pleasure sweeps through my pussy. I fear I’m about to expire from the overload as another climax, almost painful, rips a squeal from my lips.
He growls, rises, fists his cock, and begins to jack over my pussy.
I lie there panting, blinking, my pussy still sparking and throbbing as his pre-cum splatters against me.
“Please,” I groan.
“Quiet, woman, and take what I give you.”
My pussy clenches savagely at his stern voice.
He plants a hand over my belly to keep me still and uses his finger and thumb to spread my pussy lips open and, with a determined glint in his eyes, stares down at what he has exposed.
He grunts, and cum shoots all over my vulnerable pussy.
The scent hits me anew as more and more is jacked over me, dripping down onto the wooden table and floor, over my belly and upper thighs.
He finally slows his hand, chest heaving. Satisfaction blazes on his face when he drags his gaze from his work and pins me with a look.
“Bleeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh!”
He swings his head toward the door, expression thunderous. “I swear I will strangle that fucking goat.”
I giggle.
His head swings back to me, and his gaze snags on the mess he has just made. His fingers slide through it, making me jolt when he catches my sensitive clit.
“Good girl. Let me do this.” His fingers dip down and then press up inside me.
I groan.
He uses two fingers to press the cum inside me while he gently pets my clit with his other hand.
“There, that feels better, doesn’t it?”
My Wolf touching me anywhere is perfect but touching me there is a dream come true.
Is this him claiming me? He has not said the words, but I dare to hope that it is, that he cares, that he wants me as a woman, one he might bond with for the rest of his life.
The sensation of his gentle playing as he slides the cum into me is breathtakingly good. After the frenzy of his mouth on me and the climax he compelled, this is like a flower budding one petal at a time, opening, lifting me, stirring all the sweet sensations. I stare into his eyes and let myself be. Allow myself to receive his touch like the gift that it is. I keep my eyes on him the whole time. And when I finally reach the summit and tumble over, I feel in a far deeper, breath-stealing way.
He smirks down at me, well-pleased with himself.
Wolf
I lower my lips to hers, unable to resist one more taste of her sweetness. She has never kissed anyone before and is uncertain what to do, but I hold her still, cupping her face in my hands, and nibble upon her lips until they open for me. Her breathy moan accompanies her tongue coming out to play.
Sensing a wolf at the cottage door, I wrench my lips from hers, breathing heavily. I turn, issuing a low growl as I find a beta standing in wolf form, head bowed submissively, and avoiding eye contact with what we do.
His presence slams me with a sense of urgency. I jerk my head toward the forest, and he spins and dashes out. I do not even ask for the details. I already know I must leave instantly. “I need to go,” I say to Fawn.
Gods, I want to linger here and nibble on her sweet, plump lips all day, explore her body, make her come until she is limp from my attention.
Fawn pouts. I shake my head at her mischief even as I cannot help but smile. I should stay and clean her up, but I very much like my cum on her. Gods, her reactions to me, the way she came so hard and fast, have blown my fucking mind. It is not the reaction typical of a beta, but I’m not about to complain.
“You are not to wash this off,” I say sternly.
“What! Why?” She sits up and fixes me with a glare.
“Do not test me, lass, or your behind will be very sorry. I will be back as soon as I can. But I have had an urgent call and must go.”
“Alright,” she says.
I kiss her swiftly.
“I will be back later.” I fix her with my sternest look, and then I shift.
“Jude, you really need to get here,” Clay says.
“He’s in the pack house,” Glen adds. The young beta wolf sent to hail me is already gone, racing back to the pack house, no doubt.
“He? Who is he?”
They don’t answer.
Fuck! I take off for the village at a run.