Chapter 75 Wolf, Cop, Protector, Enemy, Watcher
Sage lay in bed thinking. The TV was on in the other room.
The three of them had watched two movies, not talking about anything serious, just laughing at the movies and being together, feeling each other out.
Timber’s phone buzzed all night long, but Sage hadn’t seen him look at it once.
Half an hour ago, Sage had excused herself and gone to clean up, then to bed, sometimes hearing the brothers laugh in the other room.
The TV went silent. Someone moved around in the bathroom, running water. The toilet flushed.
Sage lay still, hoping Canyon would come to her.
After some time, bare feet padded on the linoleum. Sage opened her eyes. It was Canyon, and he wore only boxers, his beefy silhouette outlined in moonlight. She smiled, loving the outline of his abs and his shoulders, his arms and neck, all the way to his military haircut.
He spoke, his voice pitched low. “Want company?”
Sage scootched over in the bed and held the blankets open. She wore a t-shirt and booty shorts, and Canyon took a moment to stare at her body. She couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, but she could feel his appraisal… and his approval.
He climbed in bed near her, but not quite touching, putting his head on the second pillow. Sage scootched over, entwining her legs with his, then running a hand through his chest hair.
“Vod,” she said softly. “It means ah, wolf, cop, protector, enemy, watcher.”
“Mm,” Canyon murmured. “That’s a lot.” He put his hand on her hip and let it rest there.
“And vodvod… it means, uh, the same thing, but scarier. In the old days, it referred to the meanest wolves, or the alpha wolf. These days it means the officers of the KSRT.”
“Are you scared of me?” he asked softly.
“Sometimes,” she admitted, whispering. “But it’s because of what you are, not who you are. I… like who you are, but the vod are scary. They’re strong, and powerful. They hunt foxen.”
Canyon was silent for a long time, and didn’t move, staring into her eyes, with their lower bodies touching, the weight of his hand solid on her hip.
Canyon pressed against her. “I’m drawn to you.”
“I’m… I’m drawn to you, too.”
“I think that means something.”
Sage didn’t have a response. She realized Canyon’s cock was growing hard between them, and she forgot what he’d said.
She reached inside his boxers to grasp it.
He groaned softly, then he got up on one elbow and curled one hand around her nape, touching his lips to her lips, his strong masculine scent overpowering her.
Sage responded, not knowing if she was doing the right thing, but knowing she was doing what she wanted to do.
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Canyon kissed Sage deeply, feeling a solid rightness.
This was good. This was what he was supposed to be doing.
If Sage had a wolven mate, it was him, and no one else, even if he hadn’t had a reaction.
He dropped one hand to Sage’s which was curled loosely around his cock, and he helped her stroke it, then he dragged her soft fingers around the head, then he released her and let her do what she wanted. Her touch was soft and felt divine.
In the other room, the TV switched on.
“He’s trying not to hear us,” Canyon whispered. “Thinks we’re gonna get nasty.”
“Did you tell him you were gonna get nasty?” Sage whispered back.
“Nah, I didn’t say a word. I thought he was asleep.”
“Are we gonna get nasty?” She asked, curiosity in her tone, her hands steadily stroking him.
He kissed her. “I think we’re gonna play around, if you want to.”
Her eyes slid closed and she murmured, ‘I do,’ then waited for him to kiss her.
He grasped her cheek and brought their mouths together, softly.
She tasted sweet and smelled sweeter. He pulled her into him, one hand on her ass, the other playing gently with her hair, taking breaths of her, feeling melded with her in a way he’d never been before with anyone.
Except he had been with her before and he didn’t remember.
He growled at the thought of the witch taking memories of Sage from him.
Sage broke the kiss and pulled back, saying, ‘oh!’, but then she melted back into him, kissing him roughly, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lower lip.
With one hand, he thumbed her nipples through her shirt, softly at first. He ground against her and she ground back, small noises of pleasure coming from her.
He didn’t want to take her, not without knowing if she was his mate or not.
It made sense that she was his mate, and he would not consider her being anyone else’s…
but without that biological mate response…
things were muddy. If he’d had the response, his teeth would have been in her shoulder already and she’d be wearing his bite mark as her renqua.
The thought made him starved for her and he kneaded her ass roughly, biting at her ears and neck.
She growled at him and dug her nails into his cock for just a second.
He’d never heard a female growl before and he fucking liked it.
He growled deep in his throat, and she jerked her hips forward, grinding on him, then she bucked and her back arched, and her hands grabbed his cock in a death grip, grinding hard and fast. A strangled noise came from her and realized she was coming and trying to be silent.
“Fucking hot, female. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a growly whisper.
Her hips bucked two more times, then she went slack, her face and body relaxed, but her hands never left his body.
He covered her hands with his own, curling them around his cock, then thrust gently into them, watching her face.
She lay on the pillow with her eyes closed, and he studied her round cheeks, her small chin, her flowing hair, her rosy skin.
Her lips parted and her delicate pink tongue poked out, covering her teeth.
She sighed and she stroked him, her eyes closed, soft murmurs falling.
She was beautiful. She was perfect. If she wasn’t his…
he might have to make her his. Deep, primal thoughts of hunting down anyone who stood between him and her filled his mind and he followed them, thinking how he would kill and bury legions of males, then take the hard-won prize of this sweet female.
Thick twists of pleasure gripped him and released him.
He chased them, growling and thrusting, thrusting and growling.
Sage’s eyes popped open.
In the other room, the TV volume increased.
Canyon cut his motor, coming to his senses. “Shit,” he whispered. “I got loud.”
“Yeah,” Sage whispered, her eyes still big.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, staying silent while they both stroked his cock.
His release grew and he bucked his hips several times, stroking hard and fast. Sage kept up with him, nipping at his lips.
He met her tongue with his and she gently sucked on the tip of it and that made him think of her lips on his cock.
Canyon came explosively, and quietly, his mind dissolving into pleasurable static for several moments, his body jerking, then relaxing.
Sage stilled and relaxed with him, their bodies and faces pressed together, sharing each other’s breaths.
Canyon smiled and kissed Sage’s top lip. “You’re hot,” he said.
“You ain’t too hard on the eyes, either,” Sage murmured, a small smile on her lips.
Canyon realized his hands were sticky with cum… and so were Sage’s.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Don’t move.” He leaned backwards, looking around the kitchen, then spotted a towel hanging from the oven door handle.
“Be right back.” He grabbed the towel and cleaned himself up first, then Sage, then he balled the towel up and put it on the floor near the bed, whispering, “I’ll just throw this away and buy Timber’s friend a new one.”
She smiled.
Canyon relaxed onto the pillow and smiled back. “I’ll tell Timber he can turn the TV off now… if that’s cool with you.”
She nodded and took his hand. “You can do whatever you want. I… I trust you.”
Her sweet, candied scent broiled when she said that, making Canyon grin. He kissed her on her forehead.
Bro, turn the TV off, we’re going to sleep.
The house went quiet.
“Done,” Canyon whispered. “I told him we’re going to sleep.”
She smiled sweetly. He moved onto her pillow, holding her, staring at her in the moonlight, thinking how much he liked her… his eyes slipped closed…
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:4 a.m. Time for Timber’s 3rd Foxglove application—
Canyon woke with Wulf’s first word, as the robot wheeled into the room, its alarm chiming.
Sage’s hand was still entwined with his. He squeezed it. Her eyes opened and she blinked.
“Thanks, Wulf,” Canyon said.
Sage sat up. “I’ll do it.”
She got out of bed, beautiful in the moonlight streaming in through the windows, looking lithe, and agile, just like a forest fox. Canyon could imagine her shifting into a petite red fox and gamboling about a meadow in starlight. He grabbed her hand. “Can you shift?” he asked.
She shook her head and dropped her eyes. He rubbed her palm with his thumb. “That’s cool,” he said.
She pulled away and grabbed her purse, getting the paste out, then she went into the other room. Canyon followed, holding a light for her. Timber lay sprawled on the couch, a blanket over him.
Canyon shook Timber’s foot. “Bro, hold your arm out for your bandage change.”
Timber muttered, “Leave the spoons, Mac, they’re all I have left.”
They both stifled laughs. Sage took the bandage off, then applied the paste and a new bandage. By the time she was done, Timber was snoring.
Canyon switched off the light, then met her in the darkness of the room, holding her hips and whispering into her ear. “Can I sleep with you?”
“Please.”
Canyon followed her into the room and curled into bed behind her, making her the little spoon and putting his arm across her.
Sage entwined their feet and held his hand, sighing.
Canyon fell asleep quickly.