13. Thirteen
Thirteen
December 2020 - Two Years Ago
Phoenix Campbell
“ F uck, I missed you,” Cee says right before grabbing my face and pulling me into a heated kiss. I can’t help but groan at the feel of his soft, warm mouth on mine. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips, and I open up to let him taste me fully.
It’s been three weeks since we last saw each other; between work and other commitments, we haven’t been able to get away, and it’s the longest we’ve been apart since we met. It’s also why our rendezvous spot is somewhat higher risk than usual. We’re only roughly a mile out from my pack’s territory, but I was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t see him soon.
We’re both naked despite the cold, having shifted the second we got here. I grab the back of Cee's thighs, lifting him so his legs wrap around my waist. I walk forward a few steps until his back is against a tree, our mouths still fused together.
“Lube?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“I couldn’t grab anythin’ before I set off. I have max two hours before I need to be back home in time to get to the airport.” Lowering Cee so he’s back to his feet, I kneel on the ground in between his legs and take his swollen cock into my mouth, swallowing him down quickly.
We’re going to have to improvise.
I groan at the scent and taste of him. Clean and masculine. Gripping his hips, I relax my throat and let him fuck into my mouth. As my hands roam up and down his legs, I enjoy the feel of where his coarse, dark leg hair softens the higher up I go. My eyes water a little, and saliva escapes the corners of my mouth.
We usually take our time, but the older we get, the more it seems life gets in the way of us actually being able to see each other, and tonight we’re both desperate. It doesn’t take long before Cee's thighs are shaking under my hands, and I know he’s close. Our eyes lock as I gaze up at him; his piercing green eyes never fail to take my breath away. As he reaches to pinch his nipple hard, I start jerking him off with my hand so only the tip is in my mouth.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns. Spurts of his release hit my tongue, and I have to fight the urge to swallow it down. When I’m sure I’ve got his entire load in my mouth, I stand up and spin him around. He puts his hands out to brace himself against the tree and arches his back slightly, presenting himself to me.
Cee's back is covered in scratches from where the bark cut into it, but his usually flawless skin is already healing. He shivers and moans as I scratch my blunt nails up his back. I desperately want to tell him how hot he looks and how badly I want him, but I can’t speak yet. Dribbling some of his cum onto my fingers, I press them inside his hole and stretch him just enough that I won’t hurt him. Spitting out the rest of his load into my hand, I coat my cock in it and rub some over his rim before pushing my length into him. Wrapping my arm around his chest, I tug him so his back is flush against my torso. The way his snug, warm hole grips my cock is unreal.
“Holy shit, I’ve missed you. Missed this,” I mumble into his ear now I can finally speak.
“I think. That’s the longest. You’ve ever gone. Without talking. During sex,” he says, his sentence broken up by me thrusting into him—hard.
Placing a hand against the tree in front of us, I pound into him ruthlessly. My other hand grips his hip so hard I’d leave a bruise if he were human. I almost wish it would bruise. Some evidence we were here, and we did this. I want to see it on his skin and cover him in marks.
I have to turn my face away from him because I’m overwhelmed with the urge to bite down on his neck and really leave my mark—a permanent one. My teeth ache with the need. My orgasm is building quickly, taking me right to the edge of spilling inside him—and then I hear it.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Is that?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me, his eyes widening in panic.
“Shit! I think so. Shift and hide.” In the blink of an eye, his grey wolf form is a blur in the opposite direction, and he dives into the large overgrowth. I shift too, but before I can run and meet whichever wolf is heading our way, they’re already approaching.
“What are you doing out here?” my dad asks as he enters the small clearing.
“Couldn’t sleep. Went for a run,” I reply, trying to get my heart rate to slow down. The only thing currently in my favour is the wind blowing my scent away from him. “ How come you’re out?” I ask. I was certain he and my mum were asleep when I snuck out.
“Your mum has extra patrols out since the announcement.” The announcement being that Jasper and Jade are expecting a baby. Our pack has seen a rapid decline in pups being born in the past ten years. The fact Jasper’s baby is most likely to carry on the Alpha line has everyone on edge until they’re born. Our pack is one of the few where the title of Alpha has remained in the same family for over twenty generations. “It’s not safe for you to be out running at night, off our land. I’m heading back. Coming?” my dad asks. I fight the urge to look over my shoulder towards where Cee is hiding and just nod my head at him.
I follow my dad back to the cottage, trying to keep enough distance between us so he doesn’t scent Cee on me. When the skies suddenly open up, and we’re hit by heavy rain, I’ve never been so grateful in my life. I’ll still need to scrub myself down in the shower, but at least this will lessen Cee's scent all over me.
Connor Kelly
Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was way too close. We were thinking with our dicks and almost got caught. Maybe we did get caught, for all I know. I’ve no idea who the wolf was and whether they could scent me on Fee. I run home as fast as I can. I need to get to my phone so I can speak to Fee and find out what happened.
I shift back at the downstairs entrance to the block of flats I live in. Fortunately, they’re all owned by a wolf in my pack, and he changed the locks so all the doors are opened with a code instead of a key.
Keys are particularly annoying when you’re shifting back and forth. I type in the code, and the main door opens. I leg it up the stairs two at a time, feeling the cold air against my naked body and immensely grateful I run at a very high temperature. When I buzz in the second code to get into my flat, I immediately dive across the room to check my phone.
Fee: I’m so sorry. It was my dad but I don’t think he scented you. Are you ok?
I let out a sigh of relief and take deep breaths to get my heart rate to slow down. It’s okay, we’re okay. Nobody found out. We have to be more careful, but nobody found out .
Me: I just got home. Are you still awake?
Fee: Yeah. I wish I could call you. When can I see you?
Me: I get back from NI on 4th Jan. Working through to the 9th but could see you that night? Don’t have to be anywhere on 10th.
Fee: I’ve got a match on morning of 10th but fuck it, I’ll make it work. I miss you so much, we can’t keep on like this :( xx
Me: You’re right, I miss you too. Will find a way to see you more. I’ll take on less work or something. I love you
Fee: You know it’s not only about how much you work. We’ll talk properly when you get back xxx
We’ll talk properly when you get back? That cannot be fucking good. We’ve been together for three and a half years, but the past year has been the most challenging.
I went into business with my cousin Mikey, and we’ve had to work some intense hours to get it off the ground. I’ve frequently been working seven days a week, and we’ve been lucky if we’ve had more than two or three hours together before one of us needs to get home again. I know it’s not sustainable, but I don’t know how to fix it.
Me: We’re okay though aren’t we? You’re not leaving me?
My heart pounds, and I feel sick. Ugh, I sound so insecure, and I hate it. In the past six months especially, Fee has been talking more about wanting us to come out to our packs, and I’m worried my time is running out. I haven’t even told my da yet that I won’t be marrying Will. I don’t even breathe while I watch the bubble at the bottom of the screen as Fee types.
Fee: We’re obviously not ok babe. We never see each other, I can’t even call you right now because my family could hear. But no, I’m not leaving you. I love you and I’ll always love you. We just need to come up with a better plan xx
My breath whooshes out of me in relief. He’s not leaving me. I’ve no idea how I’m going to fix this, but I will. Fee moves into his own place soon; at least then, we can call and video chat without risking anyone overhearing. It’ll help bridge the gap when we’re apart. It has to.
Me: I love you. I promise we’ll come up with something xx
Me: Why was your dad out btw?
Fee: Mum has been organising extra patrols. Was going to tell you tonight actually, Jas and Jade are expecting, new baby Alpha heir incoming xx
Me: Wow. You’re gonna be an uncle, makes you sound old lol
Fee: The idea of little Alfie being an uncle is funnier. He’ll be thirteen when the baby is born xx
Niamh: Setting off now, will be there in twenty x
Bollocks.
Me: Gtg. Twenty mins to shower and pack. I’ll text you when I land?
Fee: Yep, have a safe flight babe xxx
“Why do I always have to have the middle seat?” Niamh whinges.
“Because you’re practically a hobbit,” Sam points out.
“I’m five foot five!”
“Exactly.”
The cabin crew stands in the aisle and begins their demonstration of how to fasten a seat belt. I can’t help but think if someone is unable to figure that out and dies as a result, it’s merely natural selection.
I dig out my noise-cancelling headphones from my rucksack and stick some music on to block out the noise of Niamh and Sam bickering. I haven’t slept in over thirty-six hours, and I’m starting to feel nauseated. When I press shuffle on the playlist I created for me and Fee a few years ago, ‘ The Time of My Life’ from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack comes on. I have to turn my face toward the window to hide the smile that spreads over my face at the memory.
One night last summer, Alice joined us at Ingleton Falls. Fee wanted to try doing the lift from dirty dancing, but Alice kept freaking out at the top. In the end, he coaxed me into doing it, and we managed it on the first attempt. We didn’t have a speaker with us, but Fee insisted on singing (very badly) at the top of his lungs. On the third attempt, he almost dropped me because I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to hold the position. As soon as I got home that night, I added the song to the playlist.
Nobody has ever made me laugh like Fee does. The fond memory only adds to my determination to do better for him. I can’t lose him.
Sam, Niamh and I are spending just over a week with our grandparents in Northern Ireland, which will give me plenty of time to figure out how to make all of this better again. We love each other; we’ve made this work for years. This is just a rough patch we need to work through, I’m sure of it.