Lance gasped as her hand came into contact with his rigid flesh; Ava began to move her hand up and down along his length. Then to her surprise his hand covered hers and he held her still.
“If you do that I’m going to come, and right now I want to be inside you,” he said, his voice strained.
“Then why don’t you put that on,” she said pointing to the condom.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been waiting long enough to become a real woman.”
He kissed her lips and then reached for the condom. “You already are a real woman. But I’m not complaining about taking things all the way.”
He slipped the condom over his cock, and eased her onto her back, kissing and stroking her soft skin as he did so. Very slowly he eased himself between her thighs, and held his cock against her sex, sliding it up and down the length of her slit, lubricating himself with her juices.
This drove her senses into overload; she pressed herself down against him, desperately trying to impale herself on him. Yet he continued to tease her, pushing a little bit deeper before drawing back. When he sensed her frustration growing too much he knew she was ready and slid into her.
He filled her tight sex completely, her inner walls giving way to the pressure of his cock, a feeling of being incredibly stretched washed over her. Still he pushed into her, his control absolute as he tried not to hurt her.
Ava was glad she didn’t have the stinging pain now; it would have been too much coupled with the way her sex throbbed at the invasion. A feeling of fullness took over, and when she thought it would never end he stopped, he was deep inside her. She had done it, she had taken him completely.
Now he lay still, kissing her neck and stroking her arms, and slowly she came alive, and touched him. Her fingers stroked his hair, and then ran along his back and she felt him shiver as her touch tickled him, the sensation travelling through his body and even along his cock as it rested inside her.
At this point he began to move, easing himself back out of her a little before pushing back in. Her sex yielded to his movement, and she began to feel pleasure over her discomfort. His thrust became harder, and she knew he was struggling for control. He had given her so much pleasure while containing his own desire that now he had to let go.
She had never believed a man could want her so much, and yet here he was buried deep inside her, and heading for release. His hands covered her breasts and he rubbed her nipples and then slid his fingers along to pull them gently. Lance wanted her to come too, and it had to be soon.
The tension in his body increased, and Ava’s arousal built, her excitement at his passion spurring her on. She lifted her hips and felt his body rub her clit with each stroke, and she pushed against him wanting him to penetrate her deeply with each thrust. Now the panic had passed it felt so good to have him inside her, of feeling the friction between their bodies.
She dug her nails lightly into his back, urging him on, and his thrusts became rougher, and harder. His control was almost gone, so she kissed his neck and then nipped him gently, and sent him over the edge.
His release was so powerful, the condom catching his seed as it spurted forcefully from him. She felt the warmth of it inside her, and longed for the day when she would make a child with him. The throbbing and pulsing of his cock against her inner walls was too much and she let herself go, lifting her hips higher to meet his hard thrusts.
Lance buried his head in her hair, taking in the scent of her, and then he lifted his head and cried out, an animal claiming his mate. It was so primal and so possessive in its very nature that it reminded her of the hunter gatherers of long ago, of the time when men were dominant over their women. Ava liked the idea of him taking control of her pleasure, of having a man who took her needs so seriously.
Chapter Four
They lay together for some time, both tired but completely sated. It had been a rough couple of days, but this had been perfect. Now she felt hungry, Lance had bought some sandwiches when he was out buying other things earlier, but they had eaten those hours ago while driving home.
Now her stomach rumbled, and she knew she had to eat or her body would go into melt down. One thing Ava would never be able to do was go without food, even if she was nervous she ate, usually chocolate. Right now she convinced herself that eating was a great idea because she would really enjoy Lance making love to her again soon, and for that she would have to keep her strength up.
“Shall we go down and find something to eat?” Ava asked.
“Sure,” he said kissing her shoulder.
He got out of bed and pulled his pants back on while Ava grabbed her robe. They went down to the kitchen and in no time had an assortment of food out, neither of them wanted to spend too much time cooking. Not when there were other more important things on their minds, so their dinner was more of a picnic.
“I’ll have to go to work tomorrow morning, but I’ll come over as soon as I can and we'll go and pick up your aunt.”
“OK, it will be good to have her home, but I’m sure going to miss the privacy.”
“Don’t worry,” said Lance, “There's loads of room at my house, and I plan on making love to you in every room.”
“Every room? Well, that is something to look forward too.” She stopped short of asking how many rooms that might be.
“Yes, and then there's outside too,” he teased. Ava had never honestly considered sex outside, in fantasises yes, but not in the real world. The look of shock on her face made him laugh. “Oh, yes, I have some wild ways to introduce you to.”
His expression changed then, and became more serious. Ava read his face, and remembered the secret he had wanted to share with her. Whether it was a secret she wanted to know remained to be seen. She was afraid that whatever he told her would ruin what they had, shatter this perfect moment.
She wanted to tell him, “no, keep your secrets,” but that would be living a lie. The only way this could ever work was if they were truly honest with each other. He had promised her that she was his mate, the woman he had been waiting his whole life for, but to live up to that she had to know him for who he truly was, and trust him.
“Will you come outside with me now?” he asked.
Her uncertainty resurfaced, but she had learned to take a chance, and she had to show she had faith in him. “Yes.”
He left the table, leaving all the clutter from their meal. It seemed that now he had made the decision to share his secret with her it had to be done immediately. Opening the back door they went outside to the garden where they had first met. It had only been a couple of months ago, and yet it seemed a different lifetime.
For a brief time he took her in his arms, she held him to her, feeling a little ridiculous standing outside in her robe. When he moved away from her she hugged herself, trying to hold on to the feeling of warmth and security she always got from him.
The light was dim, the sun had long gone down and although the night was clear the moon was only half full. Lance stood about twenty feet away looking at her, his body filled with tension. A chill passed through her, and a creeping fear filled her veins.
“What I have to show you is part of me. It’s what makes me who I am, and is the reason you are my mate and I will be loyal to you until the day I die.”
“Lance, please, it all sounds so dramatic.”
“It is, I suppose. But not just dramatic, what you will see is real, and you must believe I won’t hurt you, no matter what you think.”
“Lance, it can’t be that bad, surely.” She wanted to cry and run into the house to bury herself under the bedclothes.
“It’s not bad; it’s not anything you will have ever seen before, that's all.”
“Do you really have to show me?”
“Yes, you have to know the truth about me.” To her surprise he quickly removed his pants and took a deep breath. She could see the rise of his chest followed by the fall as he let it out and then told
her, “I love you, Ava; hold that thought in your head.”
She was about to say, “I love you too,” but before the words could leave her mouth he began to shimmer. It looked as though the air around him was becoming blurred, but that was impossible. It was almost like a heat haze, and yet the night was much too cool for one.
Ava felt bile rising in her throat, whatever this was it wasn’t some cult or religion, unless it was witchcraft. Yet she had always believed those things to be the stuff of myth, with no base in reality. Here in front of her eyes, though, something was happening, Lance was changing, his outline becoming blurred.
Trying to keep a fix on him was impossible, the shimmering grew more intense and then it began to fade, but Lance was no longer there, in truth the shape before her did not look like a man at all, unless it was on all fours.
She took a step forward, unable to keep herself away, the bond between her and Lance was still there, even if Lance was not. In his place stood something else, something not human, it was a large four legged creature instead. Leaning forward she watched the shimmering fade completely to reveal dark brown fur, covering a wolf.
Ava wanted to scream, but it refused to come out. Instead she stood rooted to the spot, so close to fainting, her legs swayed under her. He was a wolf, it was impossible, but here he was in front of her eyes. His secret was now hers, but this changed everything between them. How could she love a wolf, make love with him and look at him in human form the same way?
Her world began to fall apart; the last few days had made her change her perception of love and marriage. She had truly believed she had found a man who she could put all her faith in. Now that had gone, in its place there was a hole so deep it threatened to consume her.
The wolf took a step forward; Ava held up her hand and took a step back, a sob escaping from her throat. That one sob seemed to release a dam of emotion. She dropped to her knees and cried, placing her hands on the grass, which was wet with dew.
Through her tears she missed the shimmer of his transformation, and so jumped with shock when she felt his arms around her. “I’m sorry, Ava, I thought you were ready to see the other side of me.”
She couldn’t answer him, her mouth simply wouldn’t work. Lance held her close, and the revulsion she was certain she would feel, now that she knew his secret, wasn’t there. Instead she felt the comforting blanket of his presence, while the confusion inside her threatening to tear her apart.
“I know it’s a shock, my brother’s have always warned me how hard it can be to understand. But I had to show you, its part of who I am. It’s also the part of me that means I will never leave you, you are my mate, and there is no one else in the world for me.”
His words penetrated the fog of her brain, this was the connection she felt with him, and why he called her his mate. Her reasons for never wanting to marry or have children had always been the fear of what happened to her parents happening to her. What Lance offered her was something so much more. A loyalty beyond normal human comprehension.
Ava decided to take the risk; she would be his mate and eventually bear his children. He had already shown her that he was capable of putting her first; surely this would grow deeper as their relationship grew stronger. Having glimpsed the life he could give her, there was no way she could go back to her self imposed lonely life.
She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her. He let out a huge shuddering breath, his pent up fear of losing her gone now. She did not need words to tell him her answer. Her lips did it in a different way. He met her with a new passion, their tongues entwining just as their lives now had.
Lance lifted her up and then placed her on her knees in front of him. “I want to mate with you here,” he said, tilting her chin up so she looked at him.
“Outside, now?”
“Yes, I want to share the animal side of me, the side that howls at the moon and runs with the wind.”
“You mean you want to mate with me as a wolf?” She knew she sounded horrified, but couldn’t help it.
“No, not like that. But I want to mount you, from behind.”
She turned from him and opened her robe, pulling it apart and then taking it off to drop down on the wet grass. The cool air didn’t seem so bad; the warmth of her need for him overcame it. Then she placed her hands on the ground, and lifted her bottom up so she was on all fours.
He searched in his pants for a condom, and quickly put it on. Glancing up she could see how erect he was, his excitement at her acceptance of him obvious.
Lance came to stand behind her. He knelt down and slid his cock up and down the length of her slit, her juices making slick noises against him. With one hand he grasped her hip to hold her steady, and with the other he guided his cock into her entrance.
The feel of him breaching her, of his cock sliding deep inside her, made her tremble with anticipation. He filled her, pressing forward in one movement to fill her completely. She whimpered softly, a sound he liked; it told him of how much she wanted him.
Lance began to move in long slow thrusts, almost coming out of her before sliding back in harder. His one hand still gripped her hip. The other slid between her legs and rubbed her clit. She eased her knees apart a little more to give him better access. Ava pressed against his fingers, enjoying the friction of them on her sensitive nub.
He leaned forward and kissed her back, giving equal attention to every vertebra along her spine. Her skin was so sensitive to him she could hardly stand it, the nerve endings all connecting with those of her clit and sex. She pressed back against him, and he pushed deeper into her, his thrusts growing increasingly strong.
Over and over he impaled her on his cock, her orgasm building with every stroke. Elsewhere his fingers worked their magic until she came, and while her sex contracted around him he circled his hips to make her come hard and long.
Then Lance lost control, the animal in him escaping and he howled when he came. As he jerked his seed out, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, and she gripped him in her tight sex, milking every drop from him. His last thrusts were hard and deep, his rhythm gone in the all consuming release.
When they had finished Ava stayed on all fours while Lance slumped over her, slightly breathless. Reluctantly he lifted himself and held onto the full condom while he pulled out of her. Only then did she move, and turned to bury herself in his arms, needing the warmth of his body now her heated passion had passed.
The night had covered them in absolute darkness when they got up and went inside, he made love to her again, his passion insatiable now she had agreed to be his. By the time they slept her sex ached, but it was a reminder of the man who had claimed her as his.
***
“I have to go to work,” he said, kissing her on the cheek.
Her eyes flickered open; the light outside telling her it was only early morning. He hadn't slept much but he stood before her fully dressed and looking incredibly handsome.
“OK,” she managed to mumble.
“Ring me when you're up and I’ll come and pick you up. There's something over at the estate I want to show you.”
“You mean there's more?” Ava really didn’t think she could take knowing any more Greystone family secrets.
He chuckled as he left the room. “You'll like this. I promise.”
With that he was gone and she went straight back to sleep. It was some hours later when she woke again, first of all she thought of ringing the hospital, and then remembered Lance had something to show her.
Diving into the shower she quickly washed her hair, and the grass stains off her knees, before grabbing some clothes and dressing. She ran downstairs, thankful it wasn’t as late as she thought. While the kettle boiled she phoned the hospital, her aunt could come home this afternoon, that gave her about three hours to catch up with Lance before they had to drive to get her.
Ava carefully dialled his number, but her hands were trembling slightly as she did so. It was ridic
ulous really. They had shared so much the night before there was no way she should be shy with him now.
As she waited for him to pick up she admitted to herself what the problem was. When she went over to the estate today everyone there would know who she was, and what she knew. They would look at her in a different way than she was used to. More than anything, she was about to join a real family again, a large close knit family that all shared a huge secret.
How would she cope with the politics of such a big family, when she had struggled to cope with those of a family of three? All she could do was trust in Lance and accept his guidance, and so when he answered, and she heard the deep masculine tones of his voice, the trembling stopped and she was ready commit to him, and all that entailed.
“Hi, are you ready to come over?” he asked.
Just hearing his voice made her want him again, there was no way she could function like normal person when he was around, she was more like a bitch on heat.
“Yes,” she answered, knowing she sounded breathy and excited.
“Great, give me five minutes and I’ll come and get you.”
She could hear other voices in the background. “Are you sure you’re not too busy?” she asked.
“Never too busy for you.” He laughed. “I’m giving all the others something to do, preferably away from the house so we can have some privacy for an hour.”
“Oh.” Her nerves returned.
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t have anything like that planned, but if the opportunity arises...No, seriously I want us to have a bit of privacy while I show you my surprise.”
“OK, I’ll see you soon,” she said, still sounding unsure.
“I can’t wait,” he said, and hung up, leaving her decidedly flustered.
While she waited she checked her reflection in the mirror, and still couldn’t work out what he saw in her. The whole wolf's mate thing was the only sane answer, because it was the only way a man as fit and handsome as Lance Greystone could ever really want her.
She smiled to herself, a wolf, if anyone could hear her thoughts they would think she was the one who must have hit her head, not Aunty Jo. Yet she had seen it with her own eyes, and felt the connection between them that went deeper than any other bond she could imagine.
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