Chapter 27 #3
She moaned when he started swabbing back and forth exactly where she needed it.
She sputtered, “Thank you. Yes, right there. Just like that.” Molly groaned as he moved smoothly inside.
She’d never felt anything so good. She needed him there, right there, hard, inside, and right against her place.
She held tight to the rope, legs spread wide, while Bart wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her tight, and driving himself to the end, earning a loud shriek.
Oh my God, she really needed that. He was all in, tight and snug, right on her itch, and he was starting to pound right against it.
Oh my God. Was it possible for anything to feel this good?
Okay, time to launch her fantasy.
Putting her head back, she opened her mouth and began a loud, melodic wailing to the rhythm of her cowboy’s penetrating strokes, her joyous voice ringing through Dark Hollow.
Molly felt all the tension from the rescue mission releasing into the pine-scented air.
Without interrupting her soulful song, Bart steadily pounded away.
She was singing to her assembled family.
Shadow and Bear stood mesmerized on the porch.
Bella and her family studied them through the fire.
Beryl and Buddy stood shoulder to shoulder, absorbing the bizarre scene, Blitz watching with a meat stick in her talons.
Bart established a steady rhythm. Molly, still hanging from the rope, wrapped her legs around his waist. In his weakened condition, she didn’t want him bearing her weight, but she needed him to have that perfect access, and she liked being upright, naked, outside, in the wild, with her man and his family.
He was really putting it to her, each stroke sending erotic jolts deep in her groin, and she was wailing her approval in loud, sustained cries.
Her audience was enthralled, captured by the cathartic moment.
As Bart increased the pace, Molly got louder, singing into the heavens, groaning and grunting on each penetration.
Bart kept his arms tight around her torso, aggressively putting it to her.
Molly took her voice to the next level, loud, primitive screams echoing through Dark Hollow and into the wild.
The mules were first to bray, then Shadow and Bear started barking, the mournful cry of wild cats, and finally a rasping kack-kack-kack from a bird of prey.
Her wilderness family had joined her primal song.
With a final, desperate wail, Molly felt the contractions followed by Bart’s release.
She secured her legs tight around his back, still hanging from the rope, while he held her torso close, the assembled family watching the dramatic climax.
Molly finally released her hands, wrapping them around her man’s neck, letting him hold her for just a few moments, her throat purring, her body aglow.
Just when all was quiet, off in the wilderness, a wolf launched a long, distinctive howl.
They were sitting in front of the fire. The pheasant had been roasted dark and crispy. Bart was stripping the meat off the carcass and dividing it among the family. The roasted meat was tender, moist, and delicious.
“Are you going to tell me what your fantasy was all about?”
Molly chuckled. She’d wondered when he was going to ask.
“My major in college was animal breeding.”
Bart thought about that for a minute. “Okay,”
“In college, we took classes on the history of mating and breeding, since the beginning of time, all species, including humans.”
“I see. And what did you learn?”
“Animals in the wild establish their territories through the mating process. In the early history of humans, we did that too.”
“Probably happened right here.”
“I’m sure it did.”
“And what were you doing?”
“I was recreating those early sounds that rang out of caves and places like Dark Hollow.”
“A mating ceremony.”
“Yes, I was communicating with your family in a language they would understand.”
“And what were you telling them?”
“That the mountain man of Dark Hollow now has a mate who is announcing her territory.”
“I see.”
She paused, letting him absorb that, before continuing.
“Did you hear the wolf howl after we finished?”
“Yes. What was that about?”
“She was congratulating me on securing a mate. She was telling me that she too had a mate and was reasserting her territory.”
“She?”
“Yes, that was a female wolf, my sister in the wild.”
The pheasant carcass had been picked clean. The fire was hot and bright. Bella’s family was watching from a safe distance. Shadow and Bear were lying next to their masters. Shadow now understood that Bella was part of the family, and Bella was warily accepting her as Bear’s mate.
“How are you feeling about our conversations?”
Bart was asking the question she’d been waiting for.
Molly felt the fire on her face and the cool air on her back.
She loved the smell of fresh burning wood.
The contentment was radiating inside. She was happy, happier than she’d ever been.
She reached over and took his hand. It was warm, and it was right.
“Forever feels real good right now.”