by Maia Dylan
“If I can convince you that I can take you in my ass with no pain, then you will take my ass tonight, but if I can’t then I will let you tie me up again and fuck me the way you like, with my pleasure totally in your hands, me completely at your mercy.” To be fair, she loved that last scenario just as much, so this was a big ol’ win-win for Casey! She never knew she had such a large inner submissive inside her. Who knew?
“Baby, it’s not that I don’t want to, because I have to tell you, I really really want to. But I refuse to do anything that will hurt you.” He ran his hands through his hair in a gesture of frustration and she grinned. He always put her first and she loved him for it. Wait. What? Nope, not going there right now. Right now it is all about the ass, all about the anal, and, the sex, and the sweaty fun times. She would think warm fuzzy feelings at a later date.
“So, do we have a deal?” His eyes narrowed at her challenging tone and grin but he nodded slowly.
“Okay then, take your clothes off and then I’ll convince you.” Still looking skeptical about the whole thing, he removed his clothes swiftly anyway. As always, her mouth dried up at the chiseled sight of him. She pressed her thighs together to still the sudden ache she felt there, which made her clench around the plug. Damn, he was a whole lot of delicious. Soon he stood naked before her, stroking his cock the way she loved to watch him, long sure strikes, and his grip harder than she would have thought he’d like. He had his cocky grin on his face as well. “Hmmmmmm baby, Casey still likie.” She growled and he laughed with her.
Then she slowly reached for the hem of his T-shirt, shimmying it up her body. She watched his hand start to stroke faster, knowing he was enjoying the show. Slowly she pulled it up over her body, baring her pussy to him, then her tummy, up over her breasts, which made him groan as they bounced a little, and then up over her head until she stood before him in nothing but a smile. Or at least that’s all he thought she had on her…or in her as the case may be.
Grinning, she looked at him, sliding her hands over her body. “I know we tried this before, and I’m not going to lie, it did hurt, but I also knew that there were things we could do to make it easier, and on that note I’ve got a surprise for you.” She winked at him before spinning around and then dropping her hands to the bed, wriggling her hips at him.
She heard him inhale sharply, and then his hand was suddenly on the fleshy globes of her ass. “Oh, Jesus, baby,” Micah moaned. “I have never seen anything so beautiful as your ass with a plug in it. How long have you been doing this?” He ran his hands over the base of the plug that sat flush against her, pushing gently causing sparks of pleasure to ignite.
“Oh! That felt nice. Just over a week. I have worn a plug for a while each day and have slowly increased the size. This is the largest one I had. Now, Micah.” She looked over her shoulder as she grinned at him in invitation. “Take my ass baby, please?” His eyes flared and flashed blue. Oh yeah, he was on board with her plan now. He lifted her so that she was kneeling on the bed, pressed down on her shoulders so that her chest was pressed to the bed. He played with the plug for a while, making those little sparks of pleasure light her up from the inside.
When he stroked his hand down over the plug to her pussy, she groaned. “Yeah, baby, you are so wet for me. Is it me or the thought of me taking your ass that has you creaming so beautifully for me?” Casey panted as he started to plunge his finger in and out of her.
“You, Micah, always you.” She threw him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “But I have to admit the thought of you taking me like this definitely gets me excited!” Micah chuckled as he rotated his wrist so that he could keep pushing his finger into her, but could hit against her clit at the same time. He played with her for a while letting the pleasure build within her, until she was pushing back against his hand and moaning.
When her thighs started to quiver a little, he removed his hand, which made her growl and he popped her on the ass with a laugh. “Just a little patience, my sweet.” Micah removed the plug like a pro, and placed it on the hand towel she had left on the dresser for that very purpose.
Then she heard the click of the lube opening. “Cold, baby.” His voice was hoarse and tight, his breathing coming fast. Her pussy leaked, knowing how turned on he was just at the thought of fucking her ass. Then he was stepping up behind her. “Baby, before I do this I just need to say the fact that you would plug yourself for a week to give this moment to us means so very much to me.” She felt his cock pressing against her back entrance and she pushed out as she had been doing all week. With nothing but the slight burning stretch that she had come to love, he was inside her.
“Oh fuck, God, shit, fuck, God damn baby.” Apparently anal sex turned her wolf into a potty mouth with a very limited vocabulary. She felt the sensation that she had expected when he was settled inside her, but then Micah pulled out.
“Oh, God!” Yep, it was official—she loved anal sex. She had written about it in her romances for years, spoken to women who enjoyed anal sex so she could attempt to do it justice in her books. Now she realized she had never given it enough credit! The feel of Micah pushing into her, filling her so full, and then withdrawing had explosions of pleasure rippling through her. “Harder, Micah, please!”
“Fuck, baby, your ass looks so beautiful taking my cock.” Micah gripped her hips harder and began to shuttle in and out of her faster and harder, giving them both what they wanted. Casey fisted her hands into the bed sheets and sobbed as she felt her body tense, knowing that she was about to leap into an abyss of pleasure. Micah’s rhythm became jerky, and his grip on her hips became hard. Then he roared her name, and she felt his hot cum splash into her ass, feeling each spurt as he came. She was still hovering on the edge when he slid his hand around her hip and suddenly rubbed her clit furiously, sending her over into an orgasm that had her whole body jerking. She threw her head back and screamed her pleasure.
She felt Micah suddenly jerk inside her again as her orgasm had her ass massaging his dick, gripping him tight. When she finally stopped shaking, she fell flat to the bed. Completely spent, Micah fell with her, but managed to push up onto his arms so as not to crush her, both of them breathing heavily. “Goddamn, baby,” Micah gasped from above her. “We just might end up killing each other.” Casey grunted a laugh and then moaned as Micah pulled out of her. Micah then lifted her so that she lay farther up on the bed more comfortably.
After a few moments, she heard water running in the bathroom. Micah came back with a warm cloth which he used to clean her before heading back to the bathroom, the water turning off minutes later. In moments he was back, crowding himself against her back and spooning her. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder and snuggled her back against his chest. “Casey, are you awake, baby?” he murmured into the darkened room.
“Mmm hmm, I’m gonna need that nice hot bath in a few minutes but I’m gonna enjoy my afterglow for just a little longer,” she murmured back, not wanting to move right at that minute.
“I just wanted to tell you that…I love you,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder. He loved her. Aww, that was really nice to know. Wait. What?!
She was suddenly wide-awake and spun around to face him. He was looking at her, amusement shining in his eyes. “You love me?” He nodded. “That’s cool!” She kissed him, soft and slow. “And very nice to know considering I was thinking that very same thing just now.”
Micah grinned, sliding the back of his fingers down the side of her face. “That you love me?”
“No,” she sassed cheekily. “That you love me! I mean really, what’s not to love?” Micah narrowed his eyes and started to tickle her. Damn him and his knowledge of her body and the fact that she was extremely ticklish! “Okay, Okay stop!” She giggled. “Yeah, I do. I love you, too, Micah.” She adored the boyish joy that filled his face, knowing she probably had a goofy smile on her face too. She was in love. Who woulda thunk!
The next morning Casey found it very di
fficult to keep that goofy smile off her face. It was a Saturday so Micah was home, and they had planned on spending the day trying to unravel the prophecy, but so far all they had managed to do was sleep in, love on each other some more, and eat a late breakfast. They were still munching on it when Ryan’s truck pulled up outside.
When he came in, he rolled his eyes at seeing her sitting in Micah’s lap. “You know you two are sickening to be around, right? You do know that?” He helped himself to some coffee and toast, and then he sat down at the table. Casey smile at him when suddenly the thought of her sister popped into her head. She really needed to have a chat with Ariana about the good sheriff. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was something between the two and she had no doubt it would all come to light as soon as she arrived in Freedom Springs.
“Those three men have finally been picked up by the Feds,” Ryan said around a mouthful of toast. “When we got to the part about having to bring you in for questioning in the event the case went to trial, the short shit who shot you confessed so damn quick and so damn hard the Feds almost fell over!” Casey grinned as the two men laughed. “He isn’t going to see the light of a free day for a very long time.”
“What about the other two?” Micah asked as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. She could feel his satisfaction at the news the three that had threatened her so far were no permanently out of the picture.
“They have their own charges to face, and you can bet on the fact that they won’t be a permanent guest of the state for as long as their friend, but it will be many years before they’ll be able to cause any trouble.” Ryan suddenly frowned. “There was one thing I wanted to ask you though, Casey. All three of them are having difficulty remembering Aeron and the phone conversations that brought them here to Freedom Springs. Why do you think that is?”
Casey nodded. “Yeah, that’s not surprising. Aeron would want to distance himself from that at this stage, probably hoping perhaps that I might only have half a brain cell to rub together and not make the connection between them, him, and the prophecy. He is probably hoping that I will simply let it lie and the sands in my hourglass will pass by without me working my part of the prophecy out.”
Ryan sat forward, wiping toast crumbs from his hands, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a huge swig. “So I’ve been thinking about the prophecy and there’s one word in there that is bothering the shit outta me.”
Casey nodded and said, “Is it the word unlock? That has always bothered me. I mean if you are trying to keep Aeron in, then shouldn’t you be ensuring the door is locked and remains that way?”
“No, not unlock, although now that you mention it, your way makes much more sense.” He grabbed the papers on the table where she had placed a copy of the prophecy for them to refer to. “It’s this one—altar with an ‘ar’ makes it a structure that you place offerings on rather than something that has changed, right?” Casey looked at him as if he had just sprouted a second head.
“Why the hell did I not see that?” She frowned as she pulled the page toward her and looked for the millionth time but saw the word as it was written for the first. “This could be an indication of what we are actually supposed to be looking for!” She felt her excitement start to swell as she thought through the research she had read over the years. “Altars formed a large part of their rituals, and not just during times when offerings were to be made. Similar to a lot of the other ancient cultures of the world, there are altars that are linked directly to a specific god or goddess. They are usually kept hidden or have shields or wards around them. Do you know of anywhere in the forest that might be considered a bad place to go? There might even be a legend or myth that children are told to keep them away.”
She watched as Micah and Ryan shared a look. Something she had said had them thinking. “There is one place, a place where shifters avoid. Our grandmother used to say that it had bad juju.” Micah pulled a map of the surrounding woodland areas toward him and pointed to a place that was not far from the Devil’s Rock. The place she had been drawn to when she had been hiking. She had a place to start! She jumped up to do her happy dance and was just getting to the good part when Ryan’s phone rang and totally put her off.
“Sheriff Winters.” Ryan held up a finger to indicate to give him a moment and walked into the lounge.
“Will you take me to that place? I think I was heading there that day.” Casey couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. “Micah, I think we may be onto something here, baby.” Micah held her close and sighed.
“Yeah, we can go, babe, but I’m going to want my brothers there too. I’m not risking you and we don’t know what the hell we are going to find or what’s going to happen. I would feel a whole lot safer if they were with us.” They sat there talking about what they thought the rest of the prophecy might be alluding to when Ryan came barreling back into the room.
“Okay, we may have a small issue that we need to get into town and deal with. Like now.” Ryan grabbed his keys and ran to the door. Casey leaped off Micah and they followed him out the door.
“Ryan, you wanna bring us up to speed, bro?” Micah asked as they climbed into Ryan’s truck. She was still struggling with her belt as they tore out of the drive driving at such a speed Casey had no doubt he was channeling his inner speed demon.
“They found this woman at the edge of the park. It looks like she might have been thrown from a moving car as she’s scratched up and must have hit her head pretty damn hard. She’s been unconscious in the hospital since yesterday morning.” Ryan wheeled them onto the highway on what must have been two wheels, sirens wailing.
“Oh my God! That poor woman. Who the hell throws a person from a moving car? I mean, God, there are some asshat people out there. But wait, Ryan, what does that have to do with us? Shit!” Casey yelped as Ryan slammed on the brakes to take the corner into the hospital. Micah just braced and moved with the truck as if used to the way his brother drove. Jesus, lucky they were at the hospital because she suspected she might have whiplash!
“Because she woke up this morning, scared out of her mind, and screaming about some bastard who had groped her in his car and the fact that she needed to be here in Freedom Springs to help a woman named Olwen.” Casey gasped. Could she be another Elemental? “Then to top it all off, when the doctor came to sedate her, she turned into some kind of tiny ninja and is currently holding him captive and threatening to hurt him with a pudding spoon.”
“Huh. Okay then.” Casey wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. And she sure as hell didn’t know what to expect when they finally made it up to the second floor. But when the elevator opened and she stepped out onto the floor, it all became apparent. There were nurses watching with concern, and three police officers standing against the wall, all of them standing with their weapons drawn. One looked to be bleeding from a cut over his right eye, one was holding an ice pack to his groin, and the third was swaying on his feet.
They wore different uniforms to Ryan, who walked up looking all official, and annoyed. “State troopers,” Micah muttered as they followed him to the room where they suddenly heard a pissed-off voice screaming demands.
“I’m fucking telling you I will end this bastard if someone doesn’t bring me my goddamn clothes, the fucking bag I know I had in my hand when I jumped out of that sick bastard’s car, and a fucking bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups! Now!” The voice was female, a pissed-off female for sure, but there was a thread of fear behind it. Moving quickly, she stepped up to the officers in the hallway, to stand behind Ryan.
“What in the name of all that’s holy are y’all doing out here with guns drawn? Can’t you hear that woman is terrified?” Ryan scolded, putting his hands on his hips.
“That terrified woman in there nearly took my balls off!” Ah, that would be what the ice was for. “She turned all kung fu bitch on us, grabbed me by the balls, kicked Jamie in the head, and then flipped around and backhanded poor Dave here. I think it’s we who should be
afraid. And the crazy bitch keeps screaming about some prophecy!”
Casey moved to stand by the door, Micah right behind her while Ryan started talking jurisdictions with Larry, Moe, and Curly. She felt an itch on her inner wrist and looked at the birthmark. It seemed to be glowing. Now that was a first.
“If I come into the room, or at least looked in through the door, will I get something thrown at me harder than an insult?” Casey asked loudly enough for those in the room to hear her. Micah grabbed her arm and shook his head, giving her a look that clearly said don’t even think about it, but she just grinned at him.
“I don’t know. Are you gonna come at me with a huge-ass needle like this dude did? Because if you are, then I can’t really promise anything.” Casey grinned, then pulled suddenly from Micah’s hand, and stepped quickly out into the doorway, dodging Micah’s hand when he made another pass to grab her. As soon as she spotted the woman, something seemed to fall into place—a connection that came out of nowhere but tethered her to this woman on a level she hadn’t been expecting.
Judging by the shock and wariness on the other woman’s face, Casey knew she had felt the same damn thing. She was tiny. Casey only stood at five feet seven, but she had a couple of inches on this woman. She had deep red hair streaked with a darker red, and perfectly straight, falling like a silk curtain straight to her shoulders. Her eyes were almost black and were currently glowing, much like hers did whenever she—
“Hey!” Micah suddenly yelled, pushing Casey farther into the room and away from the privacy curtain that was now currently on fire. Well, that confirmed it—she had finally found the Fire Elemental. Yep, things were starting to come together. She ignored the rush of people running into the room to put the curtain out and the sobbing doctor, who was crawling out the door to escape the spoon-wielding woman that had threatened him.
Taking a stab in the dark, Casey spoke to the woman down their newly formed link. My name’s Casey Rika, what’s yours? The woman flinched at first, and then took a huge deep breath of relief.