Chapter 66 Alone with the Wolf
Canyon had her in his grasp before she took even one step. He pressed her into the wall, his hands on her hips, his lips hovering over hers.
“Now what?” he rasped.
“Now we fuck, of course.”
He plunged both hands into her hair and growled softly, nipping at her lips, then he took her mouth hard, and pressed her into the wall with his body. She grasped his arms, running her hands over the muscles there.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, his voice low and quiet.
“I like a man who can give it to me,” she panted.
“Oh, I'll give it to you,” he growled, sounding so supremely confident she couldn’t help but think she was in for the time of her life.
Some small part of her wondered if she was dooming herself to measure all males by Canyon Wheeling from now on and find them lacking.
How could anyone compare with this male?
For the first time, his hands found her small breasts, and he murmured soft approval while alternating rough and tender kisses to her lips.
He cupped her breasts through her shirt, weighing them with his palms, then thumbing her nipples and making her pant.
She dug her fingernails into his arms and kissed him back, barely able to get a breath, surviving on lust instead.
His hands went under her shirt and he moved too fast, ripping the seams around her shoulder. She broke the kiss to see fabric flapping.
“My shirt,” she panted.
“My bad. I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, his breath tickling her ear.
“I’ll have to leave here with it ripped.”
“I’ll fuck you into a stupor then have a new one delivered. You won’t even remember it happened.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. He made that shit sound good. “I got it at Nordstrom.”
“Nordstrom.” He took her mouth roughly again and ripped the shirt all the way off her, revealing a simple white bra underneath, with sheer lacy fabric hemming her stiff nipples.
“Beautiful” he growled, then dipped his head to nip at her.
She plunged one hand into his hair, directing him, until he shook it off and kissed her mouth again, again, then picked her up straddling him, and carried her down the hallway toward the door, backing her into it.
He kissed her expertly with one arm tucked behind the small of her back and somehow slotted the keycard at the same time.
Beep. The lock disengaged and the door opened.
Sage spilled in the room, with full confidence that Canyon had her.
He held her to his body and walked her through the doorway, then dropped the keycard on a table.
The door snicked shut. He twirled her deep into the darkened room where she shrugged her purse off her shoulder and let it fall to the floor.
They kissed softly, and he moved them slowly, step by step, past a dining area, into a living area, to an L-shaped couch, making her feel as if her feet barely touched the floor.
At the couch, he turned and sat at the end of it, laying down along its length, pulling her down to straddle his beast through his pants.
She ground against it and kissed his neck.
Time stopped. The world stopped. All that existed were the two of them in that room, and their bare skin, kissing and touching.
‘Thud. Thud.’ She turned to see what the noise had been.
His boots were off and laying on the floor.
He kneaded her hips with his big hands, then he dipped in to knead her inner thighs, then pulled her tight onto him, grinding her from below.
She returned to his mouth to taste his sweet kiss again, kissing and plying him with her tongue.
He forced his hands between them and lifted her up, unzipping his pants, then he yanked and shimmied them off.
She broke the kiss and moved to the side.
There it was. The beast.
Her hands fluttered to it right away. It was iron-like, yet soft and velvety, thick and long. “Oooooh,” she breathed, running her hands lightly up and down it.
“Uuuuuh,’ he bit out, one his hand grasping her thigh, the other grabbing the side of the couch.
His eyes closed, and his hips rose into her hands.
Sage tightened her hold on it, then gave it a few good strokes.
Canyon growled like a wolf on the hunt, long and resonant, making Sage squeeze his cock in instinctual fear.
His growl stuttered, then strengthened, and Sage’s body responded, throbbing.
His hands went to the button on her jeans, and he helped her take her pants off, then her panties.
With one arm, he held her to his chest and kissed her thoroughly, and the other hand stole its way down her body, squeezing and kneading and massaging.
He worked her thighs with his big hands, moving slowly, slowly.
She leaned and put him squarely where she wanted him.
He smiled into their kiss and explored her tenderly, until she was internally begging.
He probed inside her and she fucked his finger until he added another, and another, and then he withdrew and pressed against her clit.
Sage stilled his hand and rubbed against him only a few times and then she came like an explosion.
Her hips thrust forward and she cried out, digging her nails into his flesh.
Somehow, he kept pressure on her, while slipping his fingers back inside her, and she arched into the pleasure, her body tightening and releasing until she sagged.
“Sexy,” he said.
She panted into his chest, feeling wrung out.
He gave her a moment to breathe, then he pulled her back down on top of him, his thick cock trapped between them.
She writhed on him, slick and throbbing.
He centered her, then glided her hips forward and back, pressing all her most tender parts against him, then in one move, he pinned her hands to her side, flicked down then up, and he thrust partway inside her, watching her face.
He was too big and it hurt! She cried out and raised up, her body clenching.
He stilled, releasing her hands and pulling out, his eyes big. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin—”
She followed him with hips, trying to keep the tip a couple inches inside her. “No, but… it’s been a while and you’re kinda big.”
He grunted. “I’m average.”
“Average my ass.”
He grinned. “Your ass is exceptional.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Don’t move.”
He froze, watching her. She relaxed onto him a little at a time, reaching between them to rub the base of his cock, the part she couldn’t quite get all the way inside her, and she explored the flesh there, an inch at a time.
He groaned, the sound incredibly sexy. She abandoned his cock and went for his mouth, kissing him, taking his lips and his tongue like he’d taken hers, going up and down on his thickness, working it inside her a little at a time.
He worked her thighs with his hands but otherwise stayed still.
She sat up again, eyes on him, and rubbed her clit, moving up and down on his cock.
Canyon put his hands behind his head and watched her, a predatory smile on his face.
Lost in the moment, she studied his rugged beauty and masculine perfection.
“What's your name?” he asked.
“Sage,” she breathed, letting her eyes fall closed, her body alive and blissful.
“Sage,” he repeated. “Pretty. Like you.”
She jerked and came hard, pleasure flooding through her, making her stiffen.
He growled his approval and held her hips in place, timing controlled mini-thrusts with her pleasure.
She shuddered and spasmed and finally melted onto his chest, pulling off of him, her muscles relaxed to jelly.
She rolled off him onto the couch, feeling like she didn’t exist. Her body was soft and floaty.
She lay slack, unable to form a thought or move coherently.
She melted into the fabric and may have drooled a little.
Canyon stood. He bent and got her in a bridal carry and picked her up.
Liquidly, she curled into his chest, and he carried her to the bedroom.
He placed her gently on the bed and she sank into it, blissed out.
Canyon pounced on her, then lay behind her, making her the little spoon.
Cock in hand, he slid it through her wetness, making her cry out as it dragged across her most sensitive skin, then he plunged it inside her.
Her body came back online. She shuddered and remembered her name and what she was doing and who she was doing it with. She pressed back into Canyon, able to take a bit more of him now.
“Sexy,” he said, and he got down to business, putting some rhythm into his strokes, kissing her neck and shoulders, then massaging them, then kissing them, then massaging them more.
He gathered all her hair in a ponytail and yanked her head back, kissing the side of her neck, while he took her from behind with finesse and skill, never thrusting fully into her, but exploring just how far he could take her.
Pleasure spooled inside her, promising another orgasm.
“Yes,” she panted, arching her back. “Yes, Canyon.”
He froze, his cock still inside her and she realized that he’d never told her his name. Panic threatened and she beat it back, grinding on him, him, holding her breath.
He thrust into her all at once, hard and deep, and then he withdrew, hooking an arm around her, and slamming back inside. She cried out in pain and dug her nails into his thigh. He grunted and relaxed his grip, and his next thrust was not as hard.
With an arm wrapped around her, he put his mouth directly up against her ear and whispered, “I never told you my name.”
Entirely vulnerable, Sage had no choice but to tell him the truth in that moment. In their position, he would certainly scent even the smallest lie.
Limited truth spilled out of her. “I know who you are. I’ve even had a little crush on you, I guess.
I saw your picture in the Serenity Gazette when you got inducted into the special response team, and I watched when WQLF-TV interviewed you and your brother about Serenity’s cyber-crimes unit.
I thought you were sexy the first time I saw you and I was only pretending not to know you when we met in the grocery store. ”
She held perfectly still. He’d stopped thrusting while she spoke, but he hadn’t pulled out.
“What’s your last name?” he said.
“White,” she said automatically. She wasn’t supposed to talk to the vod at all, but if she was detained by one, she wasn’t supposed to lie about her name. Others carried an emergency drink to instantly change their scent to human when vod were around, but Sage didn’t even have to do that.
Canyon slid deep inside her and she gasped, and then he drew out some, only giving her what he knew she could handle.
He picked up speed, but something had changed.
He felt more wary now, and there were no more punishing thrusts, plus no noises or murmurs from him.
Sage tried to stay quiet, but pleasure coiled inside her and she couldn’t.
She cried out quietly every time he thrust in.
Eventually, he relaxed behind her, and his grip around her body turned into more of a hug than a capture.
Time seemed to split and disintegrate, until there was nothing left but the pleasure of Canyon’s touch.
He held a hand to her clit and she covered it.
He wrapped her hand around his cock with the tip still inside her, then he thrust deep and took her fingers back to her clit, pressing her against herself.
She thrust forward, leveraging Canyon’s body against her own to find the perfect angle until a powerful orgasm gripped her.
Deep waves of bliss swept through her, intensely pleasurable and she cried out. Canyon slowed his speed.
“Fucking hot as shit. Come all over me,” he rasped.
Sage’s last waves of pleasure relaxed her fully, making her body blissful.
She melted into the mattress, while behind her, Canyon whipped his shirt off, wiped his face with it, and tossed it aside, never missing a thrust. Sage ran her hands over his thighs.
The man was built like a boxer, with thick muscles like braided steel cable.
“About to come,” he said, his thrusts even and focused. “You on the pill?”
Sage was not. “Yes,” she lied having no idea why that word spilled from her lips and not caring.
If he cared, he would scent the lie and pull out.
He couldn’t get her with young because foxen and wolven could not mate.
All foxen knew that. Something inside her whispered she was part-human as well, but she ignored it, because wolven rarely were able to impregnate humans, even if they tried.
That’s what she’d been taught in school.
Canyon turned everything up a notch, thrusting faster and harder and she had to hold on for her life. She forced a hand between them so he couldn’t get deep enough to hurt her, and she let herself be railed like she’d never been before and never would be again.
He thrust deep one last time, stiffened and moaned.
His body spasmed and warmth spread through her.
Canyon relaxed fully, curled behind her, still inside her.
Sage lay motionless, feeling worn out and reset.
Her mind floated and her body did, too, and she may have drifted into sleep…
…. A small snore roused her. Canyon was asleep, his almost-flaccid penis falling out of her.
She didn't know how to feel about him falling instantly asleep, so she got up stealthily, meaning to go to the bathroom, her mind in overdrive.
She’d had sex with Canyon Wheeling! She’d fucked a vodvod! She’d fucked a vodvod and she’d let him come inside her! Dear deae, she could never tell a soul.
She looked at Canyon’s broad back as she tiptoed away from the bed, glancing back, then stopping in mid-stride.
Canyon’s renqua, on the back of his left shoulder.
She tip-toed forward, studying it. In his human form, the markings were black, like a tattoo, but she’d seen pictures of Canyon in wolf form, and then the circle and lines were orange, almost like a bit of fox fur, which made the male even more fascinating.
She reached out and touched the marking gently.
He didn’t move. She ran her fingers over it, wonderingly, remembering his prophecy.
This simple prophecy fascinated her, and was easy to remember, especially while tracing the black ball and three black lines streaking away from it on one side with her fingers.
‘A comet with a three-lined tail marks this wolf as key to Serenity’s protection and unification.’