Chapter 11
Braxton
The last two weeks getting to know Nyah better on a one-on-one basis has been incredible. She and her family have taught me so many differences between our Pack and theirs. Whereas my Pack relied on technology and other modern-day advances, the Midnight Pack rarely uses them. They still rely on their old customs of farming, hunting, and antiquated traditions but the more I see how Alpha Lightfeather leads his Pack with those values, I see why they are one of the longer lasting Packs in the country along with ours.
The evening father met with Alpha Lightfeather, Alpha Lightfeather didn’t hold back as he served up cuts of beef, pork, and chicken. The various sides complimented each selection, and everyone relished the deliciousness of the food.
While we ate, I nonchalantly looked around for Corey to pop up, but he never did. Horace, his father however did make an appearance to greet my father before disappearing. I guess he was feeling some type of way because Nyah chose to be with me instead of his son. I mean, how can he expect an Alpha Female to mate with a Beta? I’m not saying that it can’t be done, but when it comes to mine, it will never happen.
After dinner, we left Father and Alpha Lightfeather getting caught up while Kenia and Levi seemed to be in a heated conversation. Not sure what that was about, but I know Levi will fill me in when he feels like it. One thing about us, we never probed too deeply into each other’s personal lives. If I felt like I needed his advice, then I would ask, and he would do the same with me. Other than that, what he did on his off time was his business.
Nyah led me into the woods with Crown, the fawn, at her side. As she pointed out significant landmarks, my eyes were glued to her toned ass hiding behind the skinny jeans she had changed into with an oversized black t-shirt that hung off her left shoulder.
That part of her body seemed to glisten which made me want to use the end of my tongue to trace every part of it. Crown must have caught on that my wolf, and I were struggling to coordinate because he hurriedly went behind Nyah.
Holding my hand out in front of me, I told Nyah, “I told you no harm would come to the fawn, and I meant that. My wolf and I are reacting this way because of what you have on.”
Nyah cautiously kneels, then whispers in Crown’s ear. I thought it was nonsense until she was finished, and he took off in the direction back to the house.
“What was that?”
Nyah giggled, “That was me telling Crown if you didn’t act like a gentleman, then he would know where to bring my daddy.” She grabbed my hand, then said, “Come on.”
Ten minutes later, we came upon an older cabin. Nyah released my hand as she walked over to the flower plots. She crouched down and began to pull weeds out of them. Crown leaves us to go to the back of the cabin.
Looking at the structure, for it to be old, the upkeep of it had been well maintained. Someone had been taking the time to mow the lawn, prune the hedges, and make sure the porch with two chairs and a table were clean.
“This was my grandmother’s home. Crown and I will be moving in soon. I’ll have enough freedom to let my wolf free and for him to connect with nature.”
Nyah stands as I lean down to pick a wildflower from the plot. I bring the array to my nose and inhale its natural fragrance before placing it above her left ear.
“The cabin is beautiful, Nyah,” I tell her. “Do I get a tour of the inside?”
She smiles. “Of course, but there’s a rule before you enter that my grandmother had, and I will still uphold it.”
Gripping her hips, I pulled her to me. “And what is that?
“You have to take your shoes off at the door. My grandmother was a stickler about people wearing their dirty shoes in her house or paws for that matter.” She pointed to the bucket on the porch. If you were in wolf form, then you needed to use the water in that bucket to clean your paws off.”
I stifle my laughter to respond. “Understood.”
Nyah led me to the porch where we took off our shoes. She then pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Stepping inside was like entering a historical museum. Outdated furniture but still in good condition filled the living room. An antiquated large floor model television sat against the wall, in front of the couch. To the right is a fireplace.
Black and white photos along with some in color, hung on the walls. The one that caught my attention was of a Black woman who looked to be of Native American descent. Admiring it, I went over to it to get a better look. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in. The woman was naturally beautiful.
Nyah came up behind me. “That’s my grandmother, Lillie, my daddy’s mother. She was a Creeks Tribe Indian.”
“I see where you got your beauty from,” I said.
Nyah snickered. “They say most Black people have Native American in them. Well, I can prove it’s true with my family.” She reached for my hand. “Anyway, stop drooling over my grandmother before I start to get jealous.”
“I’m far from drooling, sweetheart.”
“Well, good then let me show you the rest of the cabin.”
When the tour was over, Nyah had shown me the master bedroom and bathroom and the two guest rooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom. The spacious kitchen was the room that stood out the most. The refrigerator and stove looked like they belonged in the sixties. There’s original wood-stained countertops and a matching four chair table. I suggested having one of my contractors come in and give the kitchen an overhaul, but Nyah was adamant about not taking out the old appliances and I got that.
Our last stop was on the back patio that sat several yards in front of a wide stream.
As we stood on the patio, Nyah said, “Kenia and I would race to swim across and back. She always won, but I think that was because her legs were longer than mine.”
Sibling rivalry, I knew it all too well. My father never claimed my mother, Tallulah, as his mate. Although he loved her, he didn’t want to settle down and that didn’t stop him from planting his seed all around the States and other Countries. I can’t tell you how many sisters or brothers I have. Me being the oldest and the first son, my father accepted me with no hesitation. At that point he still could have officially bonded with my mother, but he didn’t. My mother to this day is still loyal to him and our Pack. During my early years, I had resentment towards him, but Mother never spoke any ill words against Father. She has always encouraged me to have a relationship with him. The only reason why I gave in is because my father never mistreated my mother or me. Even without the claim, Father in turned gave mother the utmost respect and made sure I had everything I needed.
“Nyah, I would love to spend time with you here at the cabin. I can check out of the hotel, and we could stay here while I’m here.”
I don’t know what I said that had Nyah glaring at me like I cussed her out.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I inquire.
She huffs. “Because we are not going to use my grandmother’s home as some kind of fuck cabin.”
“Nyah, that’s not what I meant,” I said. “All I’m saying is if you decide to stay here, I want to be here with you.” Grasping her hips, then pulling her closer to me, I say, “I just want to be where you are. I don’t know how it is with you, but this mating bond makes me want to always be next to you.”
Nyah bashfully looks away then back at me with a small smile. “I feel the same. I’m just happy the Gods sent me someone that is easy on the eyes and not an asshole.”
I pick her up, then twirl her around in my arms. “I don’t know about easy on the eyes, but being an asshole, I can’t argue with that.”
Nyah wraps her arms around my neck before giving me a kiss that could tip the Richter Scale. She might have said not using her grandmother’s place as a fuck cabin, but the energy she is giving off says otherwise.
She wraps her legs around my torso as I lift her up, looking for a comfortable spot to lay her down. I settled on the cushioned wicker couch.
Laying Nyah down, I deepened the kiss as I went to work on getting her out of her shirt and bra before moving to her jeans. Nyah lifts her hips to help me.
Tossing the jeans and panties to the side with the rest of her clothes, I growl as the delicious smell of her pussy drifts across my nose. Taking a step back, I kick off my shoes, then begin to unbuckle my belt before unfastening my slacks. Nyah’s hooded eyes widen when I lower my pants over my hips and my massive dick springs free. The sight of her sinuously biting her bottom lip makes me wrap my hand around my dick and give it a few strokes. I hum before letting it go to remove my shirt.
Admiring her brown shapely body, I slowly walked to her. Nyah, wantonly gazes at me as I place my hands under her knees, then spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.
“Yes,” she purrs.
I lean forward and suckle her left nipple. Nyah moans as I lick the skin between her breasts, then move to the right nipple. As I have my feast, I take hold of my throbbing dick again and tease her honey hole before sliding it through her pussy lips.
“Damn, you’re so fucking wet,” I say in a low tone.
“So, what are you going to do about that?” Nyah challenges.
Knowing I could show her better than tell her, I entered Nyah with one hard thrust. She arches her back as a silent cry leaves her. I give her a moment to adjust to my size and girth before I slowly start to deep stroke, in and out of her. Nyah grabs my ass cheeks, urging me on.
“Fuck,” I grunt as her walls lock onto my shaft.
I increased my tempo, giving her everything I got. Little did Nyah know; in my head we are mated now. There’s no turning back after this. I will permanently be in her life and dare a motherfucker to get in my way.
Nyah trembles underneath me as she releases my ass, then grasps my shoulders. I pause to push her knees into her chest, giving me full access to my pussy. Yes, I said my pussy because it now belongs to me.
As sweat drenches our bodies, I continue to ram in her.
“Shit, I’m about to cum,” Nyah shrills.
“Then cum for me, Nyah and I will fall over the cliff with you,” I hissed.
Nyah closes her eyes, digging her nails into my skin as she cums on my dick. A low labored howl emits from my throat as I fill her womb. Nyah opens her eyes, and we stare at each other with the color of our wolves.
“Mine,” we say at the same time before I collapse beside her.
I pull Nyah into me as we catch our breaths. The sudden sound of a large crack comes from the woods that has both of us sitting up.
“What was that?” I questioned, glancing in the direction the sound came from.
“I don’t know, probably an old tree falling.”
Nyah lays back down as I continue staring at the trees. I hope she was right, but my instincts tell me that was no damn tree.