Saving The Werewolves (The Lost Princess 0f Howling Sky Book 2)

by Kamryn Hart

  “Sorissa, I mean it. I’m about to lose it,” I panted and blue wisps of moonlight escaped my mouth like smoke.

  She whimpered again. “Lose it with me, Todd. I don’t want to stop. I can’t. Please.”

  I brought my hands to her hips and captured her lips with my own, kissing her breathless. Before Sorissa’s first kiss, I didn’t know a thing about kissing. I still didn’t, but with Sorissa, like most things with Sorissa, it was as easy as breathing.

  “Need clothes off,” I grunted.

  She started with my shirt. I let her assist me in pulling it over my head. Then she stepped off my lap and guided me up to stand with her. She started unbuttoning my pants. I groaned when her fingers brushed my hard-on, and I quickly stepped out of my pants and underwear. When I was finally naked with her, I felt a wave of doubt. I wasn’t ripped to hell like other werewolves. I wasn’t stick-skinny either, but I was sure I was hardly anything to look at when compared to Caspian or even Rodrick and Aerre, who were previously human. It didn’t help that my skin was a pasty white and that these freckles covered every inch of it. I just wasn’t the best physical specimen. I knew that. It was a fact of biology.

  Sorissa placed her hands on my hips and started kissing my chest. I shuddered at the heat of her lips on my skin and the jolts of electricity when her teeth grazed my left nipple.

  “Finally,” she murmured. “I get to see you.” She glided her fingers carefully over my body as if it were something precious or fragile maybe. “Breathtaking,” she said. “I can’t believe how perfect you are.”

  Breathtaking? Perfect? Me?

  She moved her hands down my abdomen, feeling the muscles in my stomach until she reached my throbbing dick. It was all kinds of swollen. I was barely able to hold back—especially when she started sliding her fingers down my shaft. She touched my balls with her other hand, exploring me like I had her. She moved to the head of my cock, wiping away the precum gathered there. When she didn’t stop, I nearly buckled. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until I let it out in a desperate whoosh.

  “Going to come,” I said through gritted teeth. My gums ached. Heat filled my mouth, and I couldn’t stop looking for the back of her neck.

  “Come?” she asked.

  “Yeah, you know, orgasm? Ejaculate? Cum? Semen? Spill the stuff I could get you pregnant with?” I kept rambling like that because of the blank look she was giving me, because of the little bit of confusion I sensed in her, because I couldn’t think. Then I laughed. “You’re just as awkward as I am.”

  She gripped my shaft with deft hands and touched the tip of my dick again. “I think we’re doing just fine,” she said.

  I shook my head, clenching my jaw to keep from exploding all over her. That wasn’t what I wanted. What I needed. “I need to come inside of you,” I managed to say as I placed my trembling hands on her hips, trying to find a way to ground myself. Then I felt her uncertainties again, her doubt. “You don’t want to?”

  “That seems pretty irresponsible, doesn’t it? To risk getting pregnant. I mean, I can barely keep all of you safe.”

  I shook my head, trying to clear away the lust that had all but consumed me. “Probably,” I said with shuddering gasps. “I’ll do whatever you say though, Sorissa, sex or not, but I seriously need to come, so please make your choice. Please.” I was shaking worse than I ever had in my life, gripping her tightly, almost cutting into her flesh with my nails, resisting the urge to pull her forward so that I could buck against her and push inside of her like I wanted to—even though I doubted we were in a really good position for that; adjustments would have to be made. And my gums. Moonlight was burning my mouth. I had never experienced this sensation before, but I needed to bite her. Claim her. Seal her.

  “I can’t think,” she said. “All I can feel is you. I’m going to break if I can’t have you.”

  She let go of my cock just to push me back onto the bed again. I followed her lead as I lay on my back and she climbed on top of me. She sat on my stomach, the space between her legs wet and hot like a furnace on my skin.

  “You know,” I said, breathless, “I don’t think a werea can actually get pregnant at all if her body isn’t sealed to a werewolf. Out of my depth here, but that’s part of why werewolves are so determined to seal a werea with the Mate Claim. It’s not just about keeping that werea all for himself. It’s to pass on his bloodline, pure instinct, how our biology works. There’s no other way to do it.” I tried to fight back the burning in my mouth, the need to see the back of her neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Then again, it’s nearly impossible to ignore.” I sat up, Sorissa in my lap. My mouth was open, wolf teeth cutting through before I realized it was happening.

  “You want to bite me,” she said, grasping at the short strands of fire-red hair at the back of my neck. I wasn’t wearing my beanie just like she wanted. I hadn’t worn it since returning to the lair last night. I hardly even missed it. She twirled my hair in her fingers. Everywhere she touched me lit up with oversensitivity. It was all I could think about.

  “Badly,” I admitted. “I don’t know if I can do this without biting you, without probably sealing you to me. I don’t honestly know the mechanics of it all in this case.”

  “I want you to bite me, too. Seal me to you,” she said. I opened my eyes to see hers were burning red. “Right now.”

  My body was no longer mine to command. Sorissa hugged me, shifted to the side, offered the back of her neck to me, and my vision went white. I squeezed her tightly and bit down hard. Moonlight encompassed my teeth. Warm blood that tasted like iron hit my tongue. Sorissa’s body went rigid in my grasp. She whimpered. I released her from my bite and licked the jagged, bloody wound left in her flesh, doing my best to be gentle, trying to soothe her. I didn’t like that whimper. It sounded too much like she was in pain.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  “Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. “Lie down.”

  I quickly found her lips, kissing her. She pressed her hand against my chest, and I resumed the lying down position she first had me in. “Up,” I said.

  She spread her knees to either side of me and lifted herself up just so. I grabbed her hips to help align her so I could penetrate her, seal her. She slowly pushed against me, trial and error as the tip of my cock pressed against her folds and slid down toward her entrance as she rolled her hips forward. I grabbed my dick, holding steady as she sat back down on me. She didn’t get very far. She was half on her knees, taking me in shallowly. She gasped as she moved down again, burying me a little deeper. Her nails scratched against my chest, and I saw a grimace on her face.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, very concerned and ready to put a stop to this whole thing. I didn’t want to do this if it wasn’t good for her. Then she rolled forward and sat lower, burying me a little deeper, reminding me of just how good she felt, of just how tight she was.

  “I’m okay,” she said, reassuring me. “This feels right.”

  She sunk down, and I was buried hilt deep. We were both still for a moment as she took in a big breath and let it out slowly. I didn’t dare move even though the urge to do it was almost unbearable.

  “We were meant to connect like this, Todd. You feel it?”

  “Yeah, I feel it.”

  My hands were on her hips. I didn’t move. I wouldn’t until she gave the okay. I was amazed I was still holding everything in. Sorissa leaned down and curled into me, but she didn’t move her hips, so I resisted the urge to buck up. I winced as I used my elbows to prop myself up a little to meet her lips. We kissed again and again until she relaxed a little.

  “Are you ready?” I whispered against her lips.

  “Ready,” she replied.

  Sorissa rolled her hips, and I gritted my teeth again, not ready to come yet. She whimpered a little, but she wasn’t so tight around me anymore. I needed to move, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so I made shallow movements in response to her own. She started rolling her hips more inten
sely, and I lost it. I bucked up. She gasped. But she met me again, moving harder, more frantically.

  I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing back and forth with the intensity of her frenetic movement. The pace quickened and quickened until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sorissa’s nails were buried in my chest, scratching, making me bleed a little, but it felt good. She shouted my name the same time I shouted hers. Then she exploded around me. My body responded to hers, and I shot everything inside of her as she massaged away all the pressure. We kept moving until the pleasure had thoroughly washed over both of us.

  We were left panting, lying still. Sorissa was on top of me, my hands were on her back, and I was buried inside of her as we stayed like that. I could feel the heat of my cum dripping out of her, covering us both. It was ridiculously satisfying.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  “Perfect,” she whispered.

  She lifted herself up by her hands and gazed into my eyes. We kissed again before she settled back down to lie on top of me, curled against me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, still joined, unmoving. I ran my hands down her back, feeling her spine, and each little ridge that made it up.

  “We should get dressed, showered and whatever, before the others get back and find us like this,” I said.

  “Let them,” she said against my skin. Then she propped herself up to look at me again as she cocked her head. “You’re not ashamed, are you?”

  “No, but I also don’t really want them walking in on us like this.” My face heated at the thought. I could only imagine how upset they would be. I didn’t really understand why, but I did know the others were having a hard time with sharing Sorissa. Maybe I was the weird one for not having a problem with it. It wouldn’t have been the only thing that made me weird.

  “Okay,” Sorissa said. She winced. Slowly, she moved off of me, separating us for the first time in minutes. Hot drops of liquid followed her as she dropped down to lie on her side. I rolled over to match her.

  “Todd,” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Am I bleeding?”

  I checked her neck. “Not much.”

  “Not there.”

  Then I saw the blood between her legs. My mind started spinning. Had I hurt her? Was this normal, part of what happened when a werea was sealed? Yes. Yes, it was. I had heard of it before, though I hadn’t paid much attention. It wasn’t something werewolves typically brought up, but I heard a werea tell her daughter about this once when I was performing maintenance on tech inside of the castle. This werea was much too young for mating, but apparently her mother felt it was prudent for her to know this about the Mate Claim.

  “It will hurt,” she said, “and you will bleed, but you’ll only have to endure it once. Unless your mate dies and you are claimed and sealed by another. Don’t cry. You’ll scare your mate. If his father is worth anything, he’ll be prepared for your bleeding too. It will stop after a few minutes. From then on, being with your mate will be the best thing you’ll ever experience. Your body will know when it’s time for cubs. You’ll crave your mate more than food or drink until the need is fulfilled. You’ll be satisfied for a time. Then the need will come back when it is again time to bear cubs.”

  “Todd,” Sorissa cried.

  I hated it. Why did it hurt her? Why did I hurt her? “I’m sorry,” I said and held her close. She gripped my back with shaking fingers. “Is there anything I can do to make it hurt less?”

  “It’s normal?” she asked. Now tears were leaking out of her eyes. They pierced my heart like icicles.

  “Y-yes. It’s a manifestation of the change your body is going through after being sealed.”

  She wiped away the tears. “Will you keep holding me?”

  “Yes, if you want.”

  She gripped me harder. “Please.”

  So, I held her, feeling useless. I thought she would shake apart at first, but the tremors subsided more and more with each passing moment. Her breaths resumed their normal pace, and she nuzzled my jaw. I was relieved she didn’t seem to hate me.

  She sat up and groaned. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Blood stains.”

  She was worried about staining my bed? I sat up with her. “I don’t care.” I tentatively touched her jaw, coaxing her to look at me. “Are you okay?”

  “A little sore, but I think the bleeding stopped.

  “Do you still hurt?”

  She shook her head. “No. It wasn’t that bad. It just surprised me.” She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

  “I’m sorry. I… we weren’t prepared.”

  “No, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” Her eyes dilated, and I felt it in my dick. “That was amazing.”

  “I hear the next time is supposed to be better,” I said hopefully. “I mean, whatever you want. But after your body is sealed, you shouldn’t ever go through that pain again.”

  She smirked and moved her face close to mine, teasing, taunting as she licked my lips. Then kissed me hard. “In the shower.”

  “In the shower,” I repeated. I shook my head to clear it. I had something important to say. “Sorissa, I just want you to know that I don’t mind sharing with the others. I can’t really imagine this any other way, to be honest.”

  Somehow, I knew she needed to hear me say it. The feelings crossing over from that connection, that bond, she created were stronger again. I could sense her almost as intimately as I could on that full moon night. Maybe more. It was a relief. I knew the pain had washed over her. I knew she wanted me again, that she wasn’t mad. I could hear her fleeting whispered thoughts. That was how I knew she needed to hear me say it. She was worried about hurting the others, but she didn’t regret what we did either.

  “You mean it?” she asked.

  “You know I do. You asked me how I felt about them before. I think they’re… like my pack. I know Wolf Bridge is supposed to work like that, one big pack, all these werewolves under the king, our alpha, but this is different. I like the others. I don’t know if I can live without them. Truthfully, you and Phantom Fangs are the only ones in the world I care about to the point it would kill me to lose any one of you. What is that feeling called? Love? That’s what it is, right?” I had never used the word “love” before. Maybe I had when I was a cub with my parents, my brothers, but I couldn’t remember. I hoped I was using it right. Loving someone meant losing them could actually kill you, so I had to be using it right. “I love you, Sorissa.”

  Something burned inside of me. It was a new clarity. Sorissa’s thoughts and feelings were no longer being sifted through some sort of filter. They were like my own thoughts, my own feeling. The intensity caught me off guard. I had to close my eyes for a couple seconds as I let it drift over me and change the chemical makeup of my brain. I didn’t even care that I didn’t understand it. When I opened my eyes again, everything felt so right.

  “I feel that,” she whispered.

  I smiled. There wasn’t anything left for me to say.

  She touched my cheek. “I love you, too.”

  I knew she did, but hearing the words leave her lips made it concrete. It was like sealing the deal. I had never seen her face shine so brightly. Her eyes were like a sunburst. If every moment could be like this, life would be a dream.

  CHAPTER 18

  AERRE

  I WAS TAPPING MY foot as I leaned against the front wall outside of Phantom Fangs Lair. I was by the front door, looking at the tan stucco and pressing my fingers into the grooves with a maddening fixation. My tics were all over the place right now, exploding with my nervousness and agitation over this crazy idea to hide away in Howling Sky. It was time for us to head out, to leave Wolf Bridge for essentially an entire month. The roader’s engine was already running, growling its impatience. We had packed all we needed in the cargo bed and tied it all down. We had our combat belts but were otherwise dressed casually for a trip that shouldn’t meet too much resistance. There was nothing left to do but go.

  Just go.

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nbsp; Were we really prepared? My mind was running a million miles a second, and uncertainty clouded every thought.

  Sorissa grabbed my arm, startling me. Her eyes were wide, staring straight into my damn soul. “What’s wrong?”

  I bit my lip and looked away from her as I tried to focus on stopping my foot from tapping. I managed to tone it down, but damn. It was like I had a damaged nerve.

  “You should talk to your sister and mother before we leave,” Sorissa said. “You haven’t, have you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Caspian,” she called, “we need to stop in the Tech Off Zone, where Aerre’s family lives.”

  Caspian glanced at me after opening the front passenger door of the roader. “We can do that.” Rodrick was already in his place in the backseat, grumbling about how he always got seated back there even though he was the tallest and largest. Todd was at the wheel, and Caspian climbed into the seat next to him. “So, we doing that, or are you planning on standing there all day?”

  I hated how Caspian was looking at me. I hated that he challenged the king to the Alpha Challenge, but I was also fucking proud of him for doing it. I couldn’t hold his gaze. I felt as if I was glued to the building, merging with the wall, getting sucked inside. I was going. Everything was changing, and we were making an even bigger change. Nothing I saw happening in our future gave me any peace of fucking mind, though. I was practically paralyzed. I couldn’t speak.

  I hadn’t talked to Trace or Mom in years, but Sorissa was right. Koren was right. I needed to talk to them. Gods forbid if I never saw them again after this and I passed this opportunity by, I would never forgive myself. Hell, I’d never forgive myself for leaving. There was too much that could happen while we were gone. Paws Peak could come back and take over. The vampires could join with them or take over instead. Maybe all the humans they handed over were some sort of ploy, some crazy-ass step in achieving their plan of world domination or destruction. Caspian could lose to the king on the full moon.