by Vivian Wood
“A very expensive, sexy car. Yeah.”
“I see. So what’s the next part of the buying experience?” Aurelia teased, giving him a smile. He was being very sweet, considering the business end of their deal. She had signed a contract to essentially be his groupie, he didn’t have to be nice on top of it. It helped, though.
“The next part?” he asked, looking mischievous.
She opened her mouth to make a smart retort, but Lucas bent and grabbed her by the waist instead. Hoisting her, he ignored her squawking noises and threw her over his shoulder.
“I’ll show you,” he promised.
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“What are you doing? Where are we- put me down!” Aurelia squealed, huffing. She struggled in his hold, making Lucas excited and bringing his wolf to the fore.
Lucas was across the den and up the stairs in a flash, carrying her into the hallway of their suite and past her bedroom and sitting room. He brought her to his bedroom door, barely paused at the threshold.
Nudging the door open, he carried her inside and dropped her on the bed. Scrambling to her knees, Aurelia looked around.
“My room,” Lucas explained, unabashed. It did suit him; all navy blue and dark wood, with dark curtains drawn against the sun. Bookshelves lined nearly every inch of the walls, and the furniture was heavy and antique. There were several maps and globes, annotated and ancient.
Aurelia was looking around at his things, taking it in with those bright eyes. She turned to him, pleased.
“I like it,” she said, giving him a slow smile. “It reminds me of being in the captain’s quarters of an old ship.”
“That’s very much the idea,” he said, kneeling on the bed next to her. Aurelia leaned back, her arms behind her and her breasts on display.
Lucas reached out, brushing his fingertips against her shoulder, down her arm. She shuddered, and he began again, from her shoulder to her collarbone and on down. His touch traced the outline of her breast, and he splayed his fingers to cup her there.
Heavy and full and warm, her breast felt perfect when she arched into his hand. He watched her, saw her eyes drift close and the way she bit her lip as she leaned into his touch. Her soft abandon was his undoing.
Lucas leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, seeking. He dropped his hand to pull her close, and drank in her quiet sigh of pleasure.
Her lips parted for him, the sweet heat of her mouth firing his blood. He pressed in, groaning as he slid his tongue against hers. Her arms went up about his neck, fingers digging into his hair. He gripped her hips, ran his hands over her back, wanting more. The kiss ignited between them, and soon they were both breathing hard.
Lucas broke the kiss, looking down at her. Her face was flushed, and she opened her eyes to turn that incredible sapphire gaze on him like a spotlight. Her expression accused him of denying him pleasure, and he would have laughed if he weren’t so on edge.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, all playfulness gone.
She obeyed, moving to kneel and pull up the hem of her dress. Raising it over her head, she shucked the dress in one smooth motion. Lucas stripped off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans but left them on.
Aurelia was incredible in the lingerie he’d chosen for her. Twin scraps of transparent white silk covered her breasts and the juncture of her thighs, filmy lace in the fifties style he so loved.
The pale cream of her skin, the copper waterfall of her hair tumbling down over her shoulders and to her waist, those full lips and flashing blue eyes, the come-fuck-me expression on her face…
“You are by far the best decision I’ve ever made,” he said, reaching out and pulling the straps of her bra down her shoulders.
Aurelia smiled coyly, tossing her hair and moving to press her breasts forward. An invitation. He felt her gaze on his body, could see that his tightly muscled chest and shoulders pleased her.
“I want to touch you,” she said, scooting closer. She knelt before him, running her hands over his shoulders, his arms. Her eyes were on his face as she explored, hands skimming down his sides. He hissed as she bracketed his hips, thumbs dipping into the waistline of his jeans.
Their mouths met, and his hands dug into her hair. Her touch was everywhere, burning him. When her hand brushed his erection through his jeans, he bucked.
He pushed her back into the bed, pulling the thin material of her bra up to expose her breasts. Leaning down, he nuzzled her breasts, teasing them with the stubble on his chin. She cried out, and Lucas cupped her breasts as he drew a nipple into his mouth.
Blowing, licking, and nipping at her breasts, rubbing them against his face, had his body tightening painfully. Moving down her body, he stripped away her panties and rubbed his palms up her thighs.
Parting her thighs, Lucas teased his way up from her knees with kisses, licks, and little brushes of his stubble. He paused to admire her rosy pink flesh, and found her wet and ready.
“Oh,” she said, hips undulating. “Oh, yes.”
Growling, he spread her wide with his fingers and nuzzled her. Her clean, sweet taste on his tongue made him moan, and he eagerly lapped up her wetness. His tongue found her clit and she cried out.
Swirling, lapping, and sucking at her clit had Aurelia bucking against his mouth. He swirled his fingertips at her core, and slid two fingers deep inside. He pumped his fingers in and out, pushing deep and curling to find her most sensitive spot. She tensed and quivered, and Lucas knew she was close.
“Fuck!” she called. He liked that she was so vocal, encouraged her by sucking her harder and working his fingers relentlessly.
All at once, she spasmed and broke against his mouth and fingers.
“Lucas!” she cried, wet heat gushing onto his face. He slowed as she moaned and began to relax, then he withdrew. Aurelia threw an arm over her face, panting to catch her breath.
Moving up to lie beside her, Lucas gently pushed her arm away from her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Her eyes were bright with pleasure, her face a lovely pink. She sat up a little and pulled her bra up and over her head, tossing it to the floor.
“So?” he asked, keeping his tone casual. “How is your test drive, so far?”
If possible, Aurelia blushed more deeply.
“I- well, it’s great. But…” she trailed off, still a little breathless.
“But?” he asked, cocking an incredulous brow.
“It’s not a test drive,” she said. “I already signed the contract, before I ever came downstairs.”
Warmth flooded him, and he leaned in to take her mouth again. She responded instantly, her kiss still hungry. He smiled into her kiss, enjoying her greed.
Her hand touched his hip again, then tugged at his waistband.
“Take these off,” she demanded.
“Yes, mistress,” he teased, stripping his pants off and throwing them off the bed.
Aurelia raised a brow at him.
“Commando?” she asked.
“Always,” he said, giving her a cocky grin.
She touched his hip again, admiring his nudity. Her fingertips teased his inner thigh, and he tightened up in anticipation.
“You’re so big,” she said, brushing her thumb over the crown of his cock. He cursed as a fat drop of precum leaked from the tip, and mirrored his desperate need to be inside her.
“Aurelia,” he warned, “Don’t tease me. I’ve waited for you for too long.”
Her hand encircled his cock, and he squeezed his eyes closed. The pleasure from her mere touch was so intense that he nearly came in her hand.
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“I have to have you now,” he said, his eyes finding hers. He didn’t plead to anyone, damn it, but he needed to fuck his female now.
“Yes,” she whispered, pulling him down to her body.
Lucas positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his cock over her clit and pressing the crown flush against her core.
“Now!”
Aurelia said, and Lucas thrust deep into her body.
“Fuck!” he shouted. Hot and sinfully wet, he felt her stretch to accommodate his size.
He withdrew, plunged, withdrew.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait,” he whispered, voice hoarse.
Aurelia gave him a satisfied smirk and rocked her hips under him, pulling him into a rhythm. He gripped her hips and pounded her hard, gritting his teeth as defense against the amazing feeling. Her sexy moans drove him crazy, the way her breasts bounced every time he pounded into her.
“Aurelia,” he said, cursing as she tightened around his cock. Her eyes were closed, her face tense, and she was panting as she met his every thrust, fucking him just as hard as he did her.
Suddenly she tensed and spasmed, crying out.
Her release stole the last of his control, and Lucas shouted her name. Pounding into her, he released hot gushes of seed inside her body. It went on and on, until Lucas was certain he would lose consciousness.
Falling to his side and pulling Aurelia to his side, Lucas lay and panted for breath. Aurelia burrowed into his embrace, and it was some time before he heard her stifled cry.
Pulling back, he looked at her in surprise.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he said, anger rising to the surface. His wolf went on alert, wondering if perhaps there was some danger.
“No,” she said. “I mean, you didn’t-“
She broke off, sniffling and shaking her head.
“Tell me!” Lucas said, starting to rise.
“No, it’s just. I feel really good right now,” she said.
“You’re crying,” he said, frowning.
“It’s not… I just realized I haven’t felt safe in a long time,” she said.
“Oh,” he said, his frown deepening. That certainly wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“I mean to say that I feel safe right now, here.”
“Oh,” he said. “I see. Well, you should. You’re going to be very well cared for here, Aurelia.”
Aurelia smiled up at him, and he had a momentary flash of the photo from her file, the sweet college girl she’d once been.
Lucas found himself thinking that she was exponentially more incredible in person.
“Thank you,” Aurelia said, tucking herself in against his body once more.
Lucas kissed her forehead, smiling to himself.
Contract or no contract, this felt right. They both drifted off, feeling more peaceful than they had in memory.
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Lucas has only begun building the life of his dreams. With Ben and Walker at his side, and Aurelia in his bed, he plans to save several more female wolves. Stay tuned for more installments of the Wolf's Harem series!
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THE CABIN ESCAPE
by Miranda Lawrence
The snow fell through the frozen tree branches. Rocks and dirt cut into my bare feet. I wore nothing but a torn, silk night gown. His favorite gown.
I hated it.
I kept running. With no light to guide my way, I ran purely on instinct and luck. Whichever spoke louder.
My face hurt. I felt the frozen stiffness of dried blood above my right eye and a little more under my nose. They clung to me as painful reminders of the life I was attempting to leave behind me.
But I had nowhere to go. Instinct and luck were only taking my weak, frozen body so far. My chest burned as the cold snowy air met my warm insides. It felt as if my heart and lungs would explode at any moment. If I didn’t find shelter fast… I didn’t want to think about that.
So I kept running.
I had never known how deep the woods behind our home went. But I always wondered. The thought lingered in the back of my mind and would surface itself whenever he raised his voice or came home drunk. I wish I could say this wasn’t often. Even knowing that fact, part of me wanted to turn back. To go back home and tell him I was sorry and beg him for forgiveness. I had been disobedient. It would not happen again.
What happened to me? I wondered. My life wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I must have run for miles, bare feet in the cruel snow. It didn’t take long for me to completely lose feeling in my toes. Then the rest of my feet. I wobbled on what felt like stumps, leaning into the trees and plant life I could barely see.
The hill came suddenly. I lost all footing and toppled downward, making contact with the bushes and branches in my path.
Snap. Crack. Crunch.
I wasn’t sure if the noises were of flora or my own body.
Once I hit the bottom, I was already unconscious.
I dreamed I was floating. The wind carried my naked, frozen body away to someplace else. Somewhere warmer. I couldn’t tell where, but it had bright lights and smelt of warm chocolate.
Pain was the first sensation I felt. It covered every inch of me and my eyes instantly stung with tears. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar place. In an unfamiliar bed.
Thick, dark curtains obscured the windows. I was covered with a fleece blanket, multiple feather pillows cradled me from head to toe.
I fought the piercing pain and sat up to get a better look at my surroundings.
A lamp sat on the bedside table, casting a deep blue glow on everything the light could touch. However, there wasn’t much for the light to touch. Whomever saved my life lived a simple one themselves.
I wore unfamiliar clothing, consisting of a man’s blue button down dress shirt and my own panties. Nothing else except a pair a thick, wool socks. I looked around and deduced that my savior was male. The clothing I wore and that which was tossed atop a nearby chair was all the evidence I needed to that fact.
Despite aching muscles, I decided to try and stand up. When I grabbed at my blanket, I winced and could not bend a few fingers. Closer inspection revealed my left middle finger and ring finger were tied together with medical tape. Whomever saved my life had done this before.
My left ring finger was bare. I spotted my wedding ring next to the lamp on the bedside table. I didn’t pick it up and instead ignored its presence. I did a quick check of myself to see if anything else was broken. I bent my legs and arms, wiggled my toes, and shimmied my hips. Nothing but aches and bruises. I was lucky to only have a few broken fingers from that fall.
I heard footsteps on the front porch and a wave of goosebumps covered my skin. For the first time since I awakened, I felt fear and said a prayer to myself.
Please don’t be him.
Please don’t be him.
I should find a weapon.
I swung my feet off the bed and touched the cold, wooden floor. All my joints popped as I moved them about. How long had I been asleep here?
I was like a stranger in my own body, but I had to move. I fought the pain and took strides toward the closet door. It creaked loudly as I swung it open wide. I ignored it, hoping it went unnoticed as I inspected the contents. But there was nothing but clothing.
The front door opened and boots tapped the wooden entryway. The tapping continued, making way toward the bedroom door.
Panic set in and I grabbed the first thing I could use to defend myself. I raised the pillow above my head in a fighting stance and waited, taking cover just behind the door.
The doorknob turned and my body twitched.
He wore a large brown coat and a black beanie hat. I couldn’t tell if it was him or not. But my fear took over and I swung the pillow at his head. My muscles screamed and quivered from weakness. I missed him and struck the door frame instead.
His face turned towards mine. It wasn’t him.
The man reached out and grabbed the pillow with one hand. With his other hand, he took my hand in his, making a conscious effort not to squeeze my throbbing, broken fingers. He did not try to yank the pillow away and instead spoke to me with a low, steady voice.
“I will no
t harm you,” he said.
I believed him without question. His eyes looked upon me with worry and concern.
When I didn’t continue fighting, he said, “You should be resting, ma’am.”
And it was all I wanted to do.
My body was stiff and the sudden adrenaline rush took more out of me than I had. As we lowered the pillow together, he bridged the gap between us and wrapped his arms around me to give me support. I leaned into him, feeling all my strength leave my limbs. My knees collapsed beneath me, but the man caught my average frame with ease. He lifted me up, throwing one arm beneath my knees and carried me back to the bed.
“You’re a tough one to keep warm,” he said, piling the blankets and pillows back around me. He turned to my feet and before touching me, he paused. “May I?”
I nodded and he slipped the wool socks off my feet to inspect my toes. Each one was discolored from bruises and glowed a deep pink.
“You almost lost a few of ‘em,” he said, as he inspected them. After a satisfied nod, he slid the socks back onto my feet.
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“I was out early. Hunting. I almost missed you, but… I saw your hair sticking out of the snow," he said. Once my feet were covered, they instantly felt warmer and my legs tingled with life. “I brought you back here and cleaned you up."
“How long ago was this?”
“Two days. You were in the snow a few hours, I suspect.”
“Do you live alone?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Has anyone come looking for me?”
“No.”
I sighed to myself and wondered if that was good or bad.
“Some of your wounds…” he said quietly as he sat down at the end of the bed. "Some of them are older.”
I nodded without saying anything.
He stood up and removed his hat to reveal a lush head of brown hair. Strands in front fell just below his eyes. The rest was tied back in a short ponytail. “You’ll be safe here, ma'am.”
“Emilia,” I said. “My name is Emilia.”