Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Hailey
I poked around the rock pool while Louis unloaded the picnic from his backpack. There was everything from foil-wrapped chocolates to plastic containers filled with fancy meats and cheeses. There were even some tiny bite-sized quiches. He’d thought of everything.
The smooth rock he used as a table was in the shade, and the cool stone would keep the food fresh. When he was done, he walked over, his arm going around my waist. His hand was light, an invitation rather than an insistence. I leaned farther into him, tilting my head up for a kiss.
“Thank you for bringing me here. I can see why this place is so special to you.”
“Even more special now that you’re here.” He toed off his shoes. “Want to hop in the water? It’s spring fed farther up the mountain, so it’s a little cold, but you get used to it quickly.”
Grinning, I slipped off my shoes and socks and pulled my dress over my head.
Louis grunted, his eyelids hooded. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “There isn’t an inch of your skin I don’t want to kiss.”
My whole body flushed, and desire made my core tighten, which made Louis groan. “You should probably get in the water before I spread you out on the ground and see if you taste as good as you smell.”
I wanted to test him, to stand my ground and see if he’d make good on his promise, but he looked like he was hanging on by a thread, so I tiptoed down into the water hole.
I might have swung my hips a little more than I normally would though, because despite his noble intentions, I wanted Louis to break.
I wanted him between my thighs while his big body caged me in, his lips on my skin like he promised.
I squealed as the cold water hit my ankles, but it wasn’t quite as cold as I thought it would be.
It was in a sunny spot, and the rocks around it were sun warmed, so it must have heated the water a little.
When I made it to my knees, I could hear Louis splashing into the water behind me.
By the time I made it into the middle of the small pool, the water sat just above my breasts.
It wasn’t deep, but I could imagine lazy days here with the guys, sitting in the sun and reading a book, or floating in the crystal clear water.
Making love on the warm rocks.
The water hit Louis closer to his navel, and when he gathered me up into his arms, it felt completely right to wrap my thighs around his hips. He kicked his legs up, floating us. His skin was so warm, a contrast to the coolness of the water, and it felt like every cell in my body was alive.
I flipped to my back and floated beside him, our hands clasped together, our thighs brushing. “What kind of teen were you?” I asked. I wanted to know everything about him.
“I was… a lot. Boundless energy, and I never stopped talking. I asked way too many questions, or got into way too much mischief for my parents to ever relax. The pack really saved them. There was always someone around to distract me by teaching me how to keep bees, whittle statues, chop down a tree, or any number of other tasks they taught me when I wasn’t at school, but they were really just giving my poor mother a break. ”
“And later?” Clouds drifted across the sun, making me shiver, until Louis hooked his leg beneath mine, so I was half on top of him.
“Puck became alpha when I was fourteen, and he put fear into all of us—not of violence, but disapproval. We looked up to him like he was a superhero. Now that we’re older, we see him as a werewolf like the rest of us, though his dominance is off the charts.
Like, hoo boy, I once saw him make a grown wolf wet himself with just a growl and eye contact.
He instilled in us a sense of empathy and civic duty that definitely kept most of us out of too much trouble.
” He grinned over at me. “Though, we were still teenage boys, so mischief was inevitable. We once duct-taped Rory to the front door of Puck’s house.
It took fifteen rolls of tape, and I’m pretty sure Puck knew he was there before we’d even finished the first. He let us do all fifteen and made Rory sit there for another forty minutes before he swung the door open with Rory attached. ”
I laughed, shaking my head. I’d missed that part of the teenage experience. “It sounds idyllic.”
“What were your teen years like?” he asked softly. “The lockscreen on your phone…” He trailed off, and pain gripped my chest.
Sucking in a deep breath, I let it expand my lungs until they burned, and then I let it out.
“I grew up in foster care after my parents died. I was considered too… damaged, I guess, for adoption, and I was. I was so angry at the world, at my parents who couldn’t just be stoned out of their brain that day and miss the whole fucking riot, and at the foster parents who looked at me like I was a bomb about to go off at all times.
” I swallowed hard. “The girl in my lockscreen was my baby sister. They had her when I was seven. She was an accident because my mother forgot to get her implant replaced. She would have died in her crib if it wasn’t for me.
When they were killed in the riots, the state adopted her out.
I don’t even know her name now, but I know she has to be happier than she ever would have been if my parents were still alive.
She’s never had to learn the things I learned or know the truths I discovered the hard way. ”
“Oh, Sunshine,” Louis breathed, pulling me into his arms. We’d floated back to the edge of the pool, and I lay draped over his hard body, his warmth seeping into my pores like he could heal me. “Did you ever try to find her?”
I shook my head. “No. What if they never told her she was adopted? It’s better with a clean break.” I sighed into his chest. “And I guess I’m scared. What if I find out she didn’t have the idyllic childhood I imagined? It would break me all over again, you know?”
He nodded and kissed the top of my head. His heart beat steadily beneath my cheek, his strong arms banded around my waist, and we drifted together. His hands rubbed up and down my sides comfortingly, and it was perfect.
I lifted my face, tilting it toward his, and was ensnared in his golden eyes. The lighter streaks in his hair flashed almost white in the sun, and I wanted to see his wolf form so badly. I’d seen Otis as both man and minotaur, and I’d even seen Ilyas as a gargoyle more often than in his man suit.
“Can I see your wolf form?”
“Which one?”
I reared back. “There’s more than one?”
He gave me a distinctly wolfish smile. “Sure. There’s man Louis,” he replied, then the air rippled around us, and I was lying on top of a much bigger creature.
His fur floated around us in the water, but beneath me was a fully-fledged, howl-at-the-moon werewolf.
His face had elongated to have a longer snout, his teeth were sharper, and his ears were pointed.
His body was humanoid, though covered in soft brown fur with a white patch on his chest, almost the same shades as his hair.
I scrambled off him because I wanted to see everything.
He had a tail that flicked back and forth lazily in the water.
His shorts somehow managed to stay on despite the fact that he must have grown a foot, and his thighs were now the size of my waist, but the teasing glint in his eye, and even the smile on his wolfish face, left no doubt that he was still Louis on the inside.
“What do you think?” he rumbled, his voice lower and a little thicker as he formed words in his wolf mouth.
“You’re so fucking cool,” I whispered in awe.
He climbed from the pool and stood on the rocks, shaking his fur until water sprayed over me. I squealed, and he laughed harder.
“You’re an ass!” I laughed, and he let his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth happily. “Do you have another form?”
“Yep, the wolf. I guess, if we had to explain it in human terms, the man and the wolf live inside us, almost like two souls. When I’m like this, I’m both.
When I’m in my man form, I’m more human Louis than wolf Louis, and opposite when I’m wolf.
I think like a wolf in that form. I have the wolf’s preferences and desires, and I can’t speak out loud in wolf form.
We can all talk mentally within the pack bonds, and when one of us mates, we can talk within our own bond too. ”
I chewed my lip. “Even if you bond another species?”
He grinned, his sharp canines shining brightly. “Even then.”
Another ripple of air, and then there was the biggest wolf I’d ever seen in my life.
Other than the fact that he was huge, he could have been a normal wolf.
No wonder werewolves had been able to operate in the human world for so long.
They were made to be adaptable. Wolf Louis came over and licked the water off my face, and I buried my hands in his wet fur.
He hefted me up to my feet and herded me toward the food.
This version of him was more primal, but I still knew deep in my soul that he was no threat to me.
He nosed the container of meat toward me, and I opened it, holding out a slice of salami for him.
He shook his head and nudged my hand toward me.
“Ah, you’re where he gets his urge to feed me,” I said softly to the wolf.
I ate my salami, and the wolf lay down with his head on my lap.
Once I’d had a few more slices of meat, and one of the little pastry pinwheels, he let me feed him a slice of cured ham, taking it gently from my fingers.
I buried my left hand in his fur, and the wolf sighed happily.
After I was stuffed, I slumped against the wolf. He quickly turned back into a man, holding me tightly in his arms.
“You aren’t wrong about him being a feeder. Every minute of every day, he’s in the back of my mind reminding me that you need to eat, rest, sleep, or be fucked into oblivion.” He laughed softly. “He has some very basic urges.”
I turned my face up toward him, my nose almost buried in his throat. “And the man? Does he want all those things too?”
His pupils blew wide, and his lips parted. “Every minute of every day. I want you to be happy and safe and for every urge you have to be completely satisfied. I crave it.”
“Kiss me.”
Louis groaned and dragged me up his body, capturing my lips with his and kissing me like he wanted to fuse us together.
I wriggled on his lap and felt the hard length of his cock between my thighs.
I grinded down, and he groaned a pained noise.
“Hailey… Sunshine… Fuck.” He was breathing heavily.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you right here, right now, you can’t do that. ”
I knew deep in my chest that I wanted him. I wanted him for more than a quickie on a rock. I wanted to make love to him up here under the stars. I wanted him curled around my body in the mornings. “What if that’s what I want too?” I purred, and he groaned like he was physically in pain.
“Sunshine,” he murmured like a plea. “This is only our first date. I don’t want you to think this is all I want. I want to show you that I’m committed to our pack.”
I raised a single eyebrow. “You can’t show me that with your face between my thighs? Please, Louie.” I wasn’t above begging.
The growl he let out was definitely more wolf than man.
He gave me a mock-stern look. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?
” Grinning, he rolled us with his hand protecting the back of my head.
“Fuck being noble.” He tugged at my bikini bottoms, and I lifted my ass so he could pull them off.
“I’m going to make you scream my name while you come all over my face. ”
He licked right up my slit and then flicked my clit with his tongue.
I bent in half as he sucked and flicked and somehow swirled.
How was it physically possible to move your tongue like that?
I didn’t even care, as long as he kept doing it.
He growled low, a vibration I could feel in my core, then he mumbled something.
It took me a moment to realize he was praising my pussy like it had been created just for him.
“Fucking most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m going to eat you every single day and night. I want to be buried so deep in these perfect folds that I can’t breathe, and I’ll drown in these fucking juices.”
Oh fuck. “Louis. Louie. Don’t fucking stop,” I ordered, and he gripped my thighs harder, spreading me wide until he could slide his fingers inside me.
I dug my heels into the flexing muscles of his back as I came hard.
He rode out the orgasm but didn’t remove his fingers.
He waited until my pleasure subsided and started fucking me with them again.
“Umph, Louie, please. More.” He started to fuck me hard with two fingers at a perfect pace, his tongue providing flawless pressure on my sensitive clit, his fingers stroking the perfect pace, the perfect place, the perfect everything. I squirted all over his face, releasing a high-pitched whine.
Louie shifted into his werewolf form and licked every drop of my release from my thighs, his oversized tongue lapping it off his muzzle too. Good to know my release traveled between forms.
I looked at that tongue. Could I fuck him in his werewolf form?
I looked down at his cock, and my eyes widened. “Holy fuck, that is huge.” It was. It swung happily between his legs like someone’s prize winning salami.
He laughed, changing back to man Louis again.
He still had that huge cock though. “Sorry, the wolf was pressing for a taste. The werewolf is a compromise.” He nuzzled my throat, rubbing my release on my skin.
“If you think I’m big, you should see Otis’s monster dick.
Honestly, that thing is intimidating as hell. ”
Flushing at the idea of Otis’s cock, I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure you’d split me in half. Luckily, I’ll never have to see Otis naked.” I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.
The soft chuckle beneath my cheek told me that I didn’t pull it off very well. “Mmm, we’ll see.” The sun had sunk behind the cliff face, casting the little ledge in shadows and cooling our slice of paradise. “Come on, let me take you home.”
Packing the food in his backpack, he made me cling to his back, then he climbed down the rock face like he was a mountain goat shifter. We reached the truck before a thought struck me like a lightning bolt.
“Wait, how do you know how big Otis’s dick is?”
He gave me a devilish wink before opening the truck door for me. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
And that, kids, was how my size kink was born.