Spawn's She-Wolf

Spawn Chapter 13

The past three days have been busy. I’d found out a lot about Paden Gallagher, and the more I found, the more questions I had. I knew we were all anxious to have him removed from the picture, but I couldn’t hurry it along and leave too many unanswered questions or loose ends. Those considerations and the fact Christmas was in a few days led to us putting on hold making any moves. Just until we knew more and Christmas was past.

Sonny and Claudia deserved to celebrate the holiday with their kids. They invited us to do it with them, but in the end, Kimera insisted we had to go back to Bristol to spend it with the club. She used the excuse of how much the kids there would miss me, as well as my brothers, and the need to get more things from her house. I don’t know if it was really those reasons or if she needed a break from her old hometown. I could tell being there took a toll on her. She was tense and couldn’t relax.

Rather than driving, we got a flight back. We planned to return the day after Christmas. Flying with a dog was new to me. I found Toro wasn’t just a guard dog but also an emotional support and service animal. Apparently, Kimera had anxiety and depression from what happened to her all those years ago, which I would’ve been surprised if she didn’t. She’d ensured Toro was certified as a service dog and, to prevent any pushback, had a letter from her therapist stating he could be used for emotional support, too. The airlines had to allow him in the cabin with us. We knew he wouldn’t cause a disturbance or problems. He was too well-trained for that.

The flight back had been an experience. Toro was calm and collected, but the other people on the plane weren’t. Most wanted to admire and pet him, although we cautioned them not to do it since he was working. There was only one who caused a stink and had me ready to beat his ass and throw him out of a door mid-flight. The man was sitting across the aisle from us in the bulkhead row, which they gave us to make enough room for Toro at our feet.

Since the moment we got onboard, Toro has been resting there with his eyes closed or just watching people. He didn’t bark, approach people, or growl—nothing. He was content with our attention and people-watching. The man started as soon as he saw him.

“What’s that thing doing on this flight?” he asked with a sneer at the flight attendant.

“Sir, the dog is allowed on this flight. If you’d rather sit somewhere else, I can move you.”

“Why should I move? Make them move that animal!” he demanded.

“I can’t. They need the extra leg space, so he’s out of the aisle. Either you can move, or you have to stay. He won’t bother you.” I could tell she was fighting her impatience with him.

He snorted and muttered under his breath, but he stayed where he was. As we took off, he kept glaring over at Toro. Trying to be helpful, Kimera leaned across me and told him, “Sir, I promise Toro is well-behaved and won’t disturb you.”

He sneered at her but didn’t bother to say anything. I wanted to punch him in the mouth at that point. It was later when the urge to throw him out of the plane came over me. If it weren’t for Kimera, I probably would’ve done it. Fuckers like him pissed me off to no end.

They were coming around to serve drinks and snacks in the cabin. Toro raised his head with interest as we got ours, but he didn’t beg for anything. Kimera did give him some water and a treat bone. He was contentedly chewing on it when the man got vocal again.

“I can’t eat with him watching me. Look at him chewing on that bone. He’ll attack someone in a minute for their food, and then what’ll we do? He’s a killer. You can see it. Why do they allow people to have them on planes? What’s your disability? You look perfectly fine to me,” he snapped at Kimera.

She was polite as she answered him while putting him in his place. “Sir, not all issues are physically apparent, and I’m not required to tell you what mine is, nor will I. I assure you he’s not about to eat you or your food. People with disabilities have as much right to fly as you do.”

“I demand to know! I want to see your paperwork to have him on this plane! You’re probably just lying so you can bring your mangy pet with you,” he snarled. That’s when I had enough. I stood up. He gulped when he saw I had to stoop over because I couldn’t stand up straight. I didn’t have my cut on, but my tattoos were visible. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed them before, but he did then.

“I’ve listened enough to your shit. The only one disturbing this flight is you. The dog hasn’t come near you. He hasn’t barked. He’s fine. My woman doesn’t have to tell you or show you anything. I suggest you shut up and give it a rest. You’re disturbing the other passengers.”

As I got done telling him this, those around us began to clap. His face turned beet red, and he blustered at me. “You can’t talk to me like that! I’ll have them throw you, your dog, and that woman off the plane. Stewardess, stewardess,” he yelled. Christ, who still called them stewardesses?

The one from boarding came up the aisle. She was fighting not to glare at him. “Yes, sir,” she said politely. The woman deserved a medal or, at the very least, a Xanax. I could never do her job.

“I want the pilot to land this plane and kick these people and their dog off. I won’t be talked to by this man. He threatened me. His dog is a menace. I demand we land.”

“Sir, they haven’t done anything to you. I’m sorry, but I won’t tell the pilot any such thing. The dog is a perfect angel. You’re the one causing the problems. If you continue, I’ll have to ask the pilot to land and eject you from the flight,” she told him with a pleased look on her face. This caused the other passengers to cheer and clap louder.

I’d retaken my seat when she came up the aisle, but I was out of it again quickly when he lunged at her. “You fucking bitch!” he yelled as he raised his hand and pushed it at her. His hand landed in the palm of my hand. I squeezed it, making him howl in pain.

“That’s it. You don’t yell or hit women in front of me. Miss, if you’d like to go speak to whomever, I’ll make sure he stays here.”

“There’s no need for that. I can take it from here,” said a man behind me. As I turned, he continued. “I’m the air marshal. I was in the back of the plane and didn’t know there was an issue. I’ll take it from here. Sir, you need to come with me. We’re moving, and if you continue to cause trouble, when we land, you’ll be handed over to the local authorities,” he told the man.

I let go of his fist but stayed alert. I didn’t think he’d do anything with the marshal there. In fact, he was so pale I thought he might faint. He was escorted back to the rear of the plane, and the rest of the flight passed peacefully.

Even thinking about it as we rode back to the compound made me grin. The man wouldn’t make eye contact as he left the flight. The marshal took him off the plane first. He was nowhere in sight when we got off. Good riddance. I’d seen him drinking several alcoholic drinks on the flight, but it hadn’t helped his attitude.

Rhaines picked us up at the airport. It made no sense to pay for a ride. He filled us in on what had been happening while we were gone. The closer we got, the quieter Kimera got. She was fidgeting when we came through the gate. I had him take us straight to my house. As soon as we got out of the car, Toro gave us a pleading glance. We laughed, and she told him to go. He took off running. He’d explore for a long time. He was so happy to be able to run. I had no doubt he’d find someone to play with, too.

I wanted to be alone with her before I asked what was bothering her and to give her a tour of my house. She had never come here before she left, although I had planned to bring her. I was nervous about what she would think of it. It reflected where I came from. I loved living in Virginia, but I missed all the cabins back home, so that’s what I’d built.

I opened the door and motioned for her to enter. She was examining the outside and the porch. It was one that wrapped ninety percent of the way around the first floor. In the back, where it didn’t, that section had a breezeway that connected the house to the three-car garage and storage room. Inside, I’d kept the natural wood logs exposed in the walls, floor, and ceiling. The first floor had a great room with a stone fireplace, dining room, and kitchen with a walk-in pantry and a big island. There was a laundry room, a half bath, and what was called a hunting closet right before going out the back door to the breezeway. A guest bedroom and bathroom were downstairs, too. One of the things I loved was in the master suite. Besides the bedroom and bathroom with its walk-in closets, there was a small safe room.

Upstairs, part of it was open to below, and the rest contained a storage room, two more bedrooms, a full bathroom, and a room I could use as either another bedroom or something else. In the original plans, it was called a bunk room. Since it was just me in the house, I hadn’t furnished all of it. The living room, kitchen, master bedroom, and guest bedroom all had furniture. Since I had seating for six at the island, I hadn’t bothered to put in a dining table. The only ones likely to visit would be my family from Montana, and if that happened, I would’ve done the others. I was glad I hadn’t because it meant Kimera could help me do it and change anything she didn’t like. If she hated the idea of living in a cabin, it would hurt, but I’d be willing to change and build another house.

I left our bags in the entryway as I showed her around. The expression on her face made me relax. She appeared to really like what she was seeing. We ended up back in the kitchen when we were done with the tour. I had to ask. “So, what do you think?”

“What do I think? I think your house is freaking amazing, Aidan! I love it. It’s so cool that you built a cabin. All this wood is beautiful. Although it’s a lot of house for just one person. How do you keep it clean? And that safe room in the master is brilliant,” she exclaimed.

“Really? You like it? Damn, that’s a load off my mind.”

“Why?”

“If you hated it, I’d have to build another house, and I love the cabin feel.”

“B-but why would you do that? It’s your house,” she stammered, appearing stunned.

“We’re working on a life together, aren’t we? You said we’d do this,” I reminded her.

“Sure, I remember, but that doesn’t mean I’d assume anything. And your house is gorgeous, and you should never give it up for anyone. What kind of bitch would that make me if I came in here and said I hated it, and you had to build me a whole new house if we worked out?”

“We’ll work out, and I don’t see it as you being a bitch. If you hated it, I’d want you to say so. Sure, I love it, but I can live without it. Something tells me I can’t live without you.”

This put a smile on her face and earned me a kiss. I eagerly devoured her mouth. Kissing her made me so damn hard. We’d been making progress in the intimacy department. Nothing that led to taking off our clothes or having full-blown sex, but the kissing sessions and the petting drove me wild. She’d confessed she was worried she wasn’t experienced like I was used to. That didn’t mean shit to me, and I told her that and showed her often how much I wanted her and loved what we did together. I didn’t want to know about the men she’d been with before me, but I knew I had to listen when she spoke of generalities since it would help me not do something to upset her.

I hoisted her up and sat her on the island. This put her at the perfect height to kiss her. As our tongues twisted together, I ran my hands up the back of her shirt to rest on her warm, soft skin. She had such silky skin. She moaned and shivered before tugging my shirt free of my pants and easing her hands up to my chest. She told me she liked the rough texture of the hair on my chest on her palms and to run them over my muscles.

I longed to put my hands on her breasts, but I didn’t want to push her too fast. We had time. No one had literally died of sexual frustration that I knew of. She pressed closer and then broke our kiss. I growled in protest.

“I want you to do something,” she whispered against my lips.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you, beautiful,” I told her as I nibbled on her lips.

“I want to feel your hands on my breasts. Underneath my bra. Will you do that?” she asked.

Would I do it? Was she kidding? “Baby, if you’re sure you want that, it will be my damn pleasure to do it. You have to know I’ve been dying to touch you there, but I didn’t want to push it or make you uncomfortable. I’m going at your pace.”

“You haven’t been pushing me, and I want it so much. Please, touch me,” she moaned.

That broke me. She never had to beg me for anything. I slid my hands to the front after putting a bit of distance between our bodies, then inched them up to her bra-covered breasts. I watched her face to make sure I didn’t see any panic or unease. If I did, I’d stop. There was none. As I touched them, I noticed her bra snapped in the front. I unsnapped it and let her firmness fill my hands. Jesus, they were perfect. I knew it from feeling them alone. I gently kneaded both and ran my thumbs over her nipples. They were already more than half hard at my first pass.

She whimpered into my mouth and clutched my pecs, making me groan as her nails bit into me. I greedily kissed her as I played with her breasts. In between kisses, I could hear us both panting. I decided to see what she might like by moving from stroking and kneading her to actually twisting her nipples. I didn’t do it too hard, but enough to give a tiny bit of sting. She went rigid, but the loud moan she let out told me it was because she liked it.

Reluctantly, I let go of her mouth to speak. “Does my She-Wolf like a bit of bite, a taste of pain with her pleasure?” I asked half in jest.

“I like what you’re doing. As to whether I’d like more, I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone ask or try it. Do you like it too?” she asked as her nails bit in more.

“Fuck, yeah, I like it. And I do enjoy pushing boundaries, but only as long as we’re both enjoying it. Once it begins to be just pain or unwanted, I don’t. Never go along with it if you don’t like what I’m doing, babe. That’ll piss me off.”

“I won’t. I just don’t know what I like. You’ll have to test the waters, and I’ll tell you yeah or nay. Being spontaneous and exploring are things I have to work on, but I want to. God, I want to. I need to make you feel as good as you make me, so I want you to promise to always tell me your needs.”

“I promise, and you do the same. If you’re unsure of something, tell me, and we can slow down, stop, and try again later or decide it’s off the table. I do have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Just feeling your breasts tells me they’re perfect. It’s probably a good thing I can’t see or taste them, or I might just embarrass myself,” I told her. It was only half teasing. My jeans were tight over my erection.

“Oh yeah, well, let me help you,” she said.

Abruptly, she pulled further away from me. Before I could ask what she was doing, she had her top pulled off and shimmied her bra down her arms to rest on the island. My mouth went dry as I saw her. Each nipple was dark pink and so tight they were begging for my mouth. I lowered my head as she bowed her back. A hand landed on the back of my neck as I sucked one nipple into my mouth and teased the other with my hand.

She tugged on my hair and moaned while pressing me harder against her breast. I tongued her nipple, then used my teeth to nibble. “Oh God, Aidan, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” she whimpered. I growled and shook my head slightly as I tugged harder with my teeth and pinched the other one between my thumb and finger harder. She let out a slight scream and shook. Jesus, did she just come?

I could feel precum leaking from the head of my engorged cock. The urge to tear open my jeans and give myself a hand job or, better yet, have her mouth on me was almost unbearable. It was only my fear of scaring her that held me back. I pressed my groin into the vee between her legs. She responded by rubbing against my cock through our clothes. She gasped and humped me. I had to make her stop.

I released her nipple and pleaded with her. “Baby, please stop, or I’m gonna blow in my jeans. Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressed into you like that, but you just feel so good,” I groaned.

“I’m glad I make you feel like this, Aidan. I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me. As for apologizing for pressing into me, don’t. It felt amazing. However, I don’t want you to mess up your pants.”

I went to pull my groin away, but her hands came down and grabbed my hips, stopping me. I gave her a puzzled look. She shook her head. “I don’t want you to do that. Why don’t you take them off so you’re more comfortable? You can leave your underwear on.”

“God, you’re making this hard, no pun intended. I want to do that more than you know, but isn’t this too fast? I don’t expect more than you’ve already given me, even if I want more. I meant that.”

“I know you do, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me. I can’t explain it better than this. Yes, I’m scared but not scared of you. You make me feel so out of control, and I want you. I’m terrified of not being enough, of not being able to satisfy your needs and wants.”

I rested my forehead on hers. She closed her eyes. “Baby, I know it can be scary, but I’ve got you. If you’re sure, then I have a suggestion. Let’s go to the bedroom where we can be comfortable. We can take our time and do whatever you’re comfortable with. You tell me. Or if you want to stop, then we stop.”

I silently prayed she’d say yes and not call a halt after having a moment to think. My erection had edged away from coming, but it was still hard. I was fighting not to look at her breasts again. If I did, I’d lose it and carry her to my bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she opened her eyes, and I caught a smile.

“What’re you waiting for? Show me how big and strong you are, and carry me to your bed. I’ve always wanted a guy to do that. It’s what men always do in the romance books.”

Not wanting to be outdone by fictional men, I growled softly as I tugged her hips closer. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I easily hoisted her in the air. She didn’t weigh enough to break a sweat. I turned us around and strolled through the short hall that passed the back door and led to the master bedroom. Kicking the door shut, I let go with one hand to lock it. I didn’t want anyone accidentally disturbing us. We were known to walk into each others homes, although not the married guys’ houses. No one knew she and I were together yet, so it was a possibility.

Lowering her to the bed, I admired her as I removed my boots and socks. I paused. “Last chance to keep these on,” I told her as I pointed at my jeans.

“Take them off, Aidan. Stop making me suffer,” she said. She was raised up on her elbows, watching me. Her gorgeous breasts were tempting me.

Unbuttoning the button, I unzipped them carefully and then pushed them down. She sucked in a breath as she saw my underwear. Unlike a lot of guys, I didn’t wear boxers. I preferred the tighter briefs. My erection was clearly outlined through the taut fabric. I groaned when I saw her lick her lips as she stared at me.

She sat up higher and beckoned me with her hand. I stepped to the bed and crawled on it to hover over her. “How’s this?” I asked gutturally.

She answered by grasping me behind the neck and pulling me down to meet her seeking mouth. As soon as our lips met, the flames started to burn like a bonfire again. As I hungrily used my teeth on her rapidly swelling lips, I interspersed those nips by twinning my tongue around hers. Our breaths were loud as we panted. Every whimper or moan out of her made me want to beat my chest and roar.

Suddenly, I had to get my mouth back on her breasts. I was kneading and stroking them, but I wanted more. Releasing her mouth, which made her whimper in protest, I kissed and nipped my way down her neck, which made her arch her back, causing her to thrust into my hands harder. Slowly making my way down, when I reached them, I stopped to admire them again. I’d never get tired of looking at them.

Her mounds were full and, even in my large hands, gave me a more than nice handful. Her pink nipples were pebbled into hard beads. I sucked the right one into my mouth. I sucked hard and increased it before flattening my tongue against it, then biting down enough to be able to tug it when I moved my head back. She moaned louder and thrust her pussy into my torso. Her hand came up to tease my nipple and tug. I twisted her other nipple.

The sounds she was making and how she squirmed on the bed made me leak in my underwear. I ground my cock into the mattress. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have her hand, mouth, or pussy surrounding it right now. My balls were tightening. I reached down between us to tug them down to stave off my coming like I had threatened earlier. Her hands in my hair, pulling my head up, made me frown.

“What’s wrong, Hotcake?”

“Nothing, Studcake. I just thought you might want me to help you with your problem. It seems you need some relief, and I think I can help you get it.”

My heart stopped beating, I think, at her words. Did I understand her right? Was she offering to get me off with her hand or, better yet, her mouth? Fuck, surely I was dreaming. I studied her face. She didn’t look afraid or like she was kidding. I swallowed hard before I croaked out a reply.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t. I want to. Please, I need to see you and touch you. Take off your underwear and lie on your back, Aidan. Unless you don’t want me to,” a trace of uncertainty crept into her voice. Fuck that.

I quickly stood up and lowered my underwear, allowing them to drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and then lay down next to her. She sat up, and I saw her eyes widen and her mouth fall open. I wanted to grin. Yeah, I was blessed in that department. My cock matched my size. I wasn’t the thickest guy in the world, but I was long and more than satisfied the ladies. Some even said it was too much. God, I hoped she wouldn’t think that. I fisted myself and stroked it a couple of times. I groaned at how good it felt, but I let go. I didn’t want to blow yet.

She swallowed, then tentatively reached out. She stopped short of touching me. “You can touch me, baby. Hell, you can do anything you want. Although if you walk off now, I might cry. Talk to me.”

“You’re beautiful, Aidan. God, I never thought a man’s cock was beautiful, but yours is. It’s so big. Will it fit? And I didn’t expect those,” she said as she pointed to my piercings. Yeah, I could tell those were a surprise, and she was fascinated.

I’d gotten Sunshine at Ink’s shop to do them one night about five years ago. It was on a dare, and they’d hurt like a motherfucker, but when they healed, I loved how they felt to both parties. I snorted at her “will it fit” comment. “Kimera, it’ll fit. As for those, this one up here is called a king’s crown piercing,” I said as I pointed out the curved barbell one, which was through the ridge at the base of the head on the topside.

Then I pointed to the one at the base of my cock, right above my sac. “This is called a lorum.”

She lightly ran her fingers over the top one and then down my shaft to the bottom one. My cock jumped, and more precum leaked out. The head was covered in it. “So they hurt?” she asked.

“Not now, but they did when I got them.”

“Why did you get them? Do they really enhance your pleasure that much?”

“It was on a dare from some of the guys. Yes, they do enhance pleasure, but not just for me. They do it for my partner, too. Don’t be afraid to touch them, darlin’. As long as you don’t yank the hell out of them, you can do just about anything, although you have to be careful if you ever want to give head. I don’t want you to chip your teeth.”

I moaned as she wrapped her hand around me. She slowly stroked the whole length. I hissed, then put my hand over hers. I tightened her grip. “You can hold me tighter. Yeah, fuck like that. Jesus, I’m gonna apologize now, but I’m not gonna last long, baby. Your hand feels way fucking better than mine.”

She hummed, and when I let go, she kept up the perfect tightness and worked my cock. Shit, a hand job had never felt this good. My balls drew up again. Before I could tug them down, she did it. The look of awe and desire on her face was too much for me. I had to close my eyes. I didn’t want to be selfish, but she had me so in need I couldn’t do anything but lie there and fight not to come. In my head, I pictured her mouth on me. Fuck, don’t do that, I told myself. I jumped when the image got so real I swore she was doing it. When the sensation got tighter, I opened my eyes and got the surprise of my life.