WithHerCraving

by Lorie O'Clare

  God! He loved her long, slender legs.

  Jarvis stretched his fingers around her soft, smooth rear. He instantly felt the heat from both of her tight holes. Her aroma grew thicker, wrapped around his senses and lured him closer to the source he craved. If he was a glutton for torture, so be it. Lifting her body, Jarvis slid his fingers toward her ass and the entrance of her pussy. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and her hard nipples distracted beyond reason,

  “Please.” She whispered in his ear, lowering her face to nuzzle against the side of his.

  It took a lot of strength to not instantly succumb to the sweet begging of his precious red Cariboo. Jarvis bit his lower lip and growled. It was all the response he had. Then sliding his fingers over both of her holes, he entered and stretched.

  Katrin lurched in his arms. He held her firmly against him, managing barely to prevent her from flinging backward the moment his fingers eased into her ass and pussy.

  “Dear God you’re wet,” he mumbled. Her sweet scent grew tangy as heat saturated his fingers.

  He slid deeper, her tensing and jerking against him allowing him to enter where his dick longed to be.

  “Jarvis!” she cried out.

  Her pussy clamped against his two index fingers. Hot fluids soaked him. Her tight ass gave way to his two pinky fingers. The heat inside her ass was damn near too much to endure. His cock swelled and his balls constricted. Pressure built inside him. It was enough to drive him mad.

  “I can’t take it.” Again she whimpered. “Now. Fucking tail. Now,” she demanded.

  He stretched her farther. Both of his hands pressed just above her inner thigh. He moved his fingers, feeling her cream thicken and lubricate so he was able to glide his index fingers against her pussy walls and his pinky fingers just inside the crevices of her silky-smooth asshole.

  Jarvis braced himself. His leg muscles tightened. Holding Katrin showed him that he might have just discovered his new favorite position. He kept his legs locked firmly in place so as to hold her where he wanted her. His cock danced and grew harder the longer he tortured both of them,

  “All I want is to make you happy,” he grunted. Blood boiled inside him. His brain was on fire. “As good as you smell now, I can’t wait to breathe in how you’ll smell when you explode around my dick.”

  “Jarvis! Enough of this torture.” Katrin shifted her weight and tried reaching for his hands.

  It resulted in him stretching her open even more. Katrin howled. This time when she arched her back she let her head fall back. Jarvis didn’t think but pulled his fingers out of her in order to grab her so she wouldn’t fall.

  “Oh! Shit,” she hissed, and the smell of her first orgasm grew thick in the air around them.

  Jarvis knew pulling out robbed her of the magnitude in which she might have come. He hurried to make up for it. Adjusting her against him, he once again cupped her ass and stretched her open for him. This time, instead of his fingers, he slid his cock deep inside her wonderfully soaked pussy.

  “Yes. This,” she panted. “Damn it. Now!”

  Without waiting for him to start, she grabbed his shoulders and began lifting herself off him. Katrin sunk back down, taking every inch of his shaft into her swollen heat and groaned with pleasure.

  “Hold on, little bitch.” Instead of letting her work to come again, Jarvis cupped her rear end and lifted her weight, then lowered it.

  Within moments he was holding and fucking his sweet Cariboo. And yes, his daring Malta werewolf bitch. He clutched her against him, building momentum as he pushed her down on him then raised her so that his soaked cock stroked her pussy.

  “I want you to come all over me.” He turned his head so he breathed in her heady scent.

  His face was buried in her hair. Jarvis closed his eyes, enjoying every sensation as he held her and made love to her. When she stiffened, her orgasm taking over, Jarvis let go as well. The two of them came together, binding them as one, body and soul. It took a moment, as he lowered the two of them to the ground and let her stretch out on top of him, before he noticed he’d gotten his wish. His sexy mate had most definitely come all over him.

  Jarvis jumped from the floor of the cabin they were building to the ground. He was impressed with the smoothness of the boards they’d used for the floor. Katrin glowed as she expanded on her gift. Although, initially, Jarvis thought it smelled like a bad idea, he didn’t have it in him to deprive Katrin of anything that made her happy. Learning about her Malta werewolf side, seeing how impressed she was with herself every time she mastered something new, was actually bringing him as much pleasure as it did her.

  Not to mention, Katrin was helping them build their den a lot faster than he would have been able to without her gift. Jarvis wasn’t one of those males who thought he had to be better than his mate in order to care for her. If his female was able to match what he did, and do it as well, that didn’t bother him. Not when she smelled so satisfied each time her gift helped move them closer to being done.

  Her ability to take the logs he’d cut, haul them to their clearing and sand them down to velvet-smooth boards took a week’s worth of work off his hands. When they worked side by side he smelled her contentment. Better yet, he smelled himself on her. They were truly mated. Her scent clung to him and his to her, as it was with mates. Every day as they worked together Katrin’s scent drove him mad, just as her hot little body did.

  Unfortunately, they were now in dire need of supplies to finish the cabin. They had all the lumber they would need for a lifetime surrounding them. Jarvis had known before working Toubec’s ranch how to cut down a tree, divide and prepare it for timber. The time working there had taught him a few tricks of the trade though. In spite of his knowledge, they were out of nails and other supplies

  He carried the lantern from the cabin to where they were eating, so it would be easier to see with their human eyes as night began closing in. Katrin sat with her knees pulled to her chest next to the fire. Jarvis took both their plates, from their dinner, to the water warming for dishwater.

  “We should climb up and sleep on the loft floor tonight,” Katrin suggested.

  “We’ll sleep in our new den when I can carry you over the threshold.” He knew he was grouchy but stopping in the middle of a project wasn’t his style. “Tomorrow we’ll run down the mountain and buy more supplies.”

  He returned to her side and stretched out on his half of the blanket next to her. She turned, facing him, her pretty face lined by shadows cast from the fire.

  She seemed to choose her words. Her scent changed only slightly before she spoke. “We could have our den done by the end of the week,” she said slowly.

  Jarvis wasn’t able to pick up on what emotion mixed in with her usual scent. He leaned into her, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

  “It will be done soon, my adorable little bitch,” he whispered, and pulled her down to him to kiss her. “I’m as excited as you for our first night in our new den. But we will do it right and not cut any corners.”

  “My helping wouldn’t mean we would be doing it wrong.”

  He didn’t have time to figure out what she meant by that. Katrin had helped him and in more ways than another male might have allowed.

  Katrin stiffened. Jarvis understood why in the next moment.

  He leapt to his feet, turning and taking in their surroundings as he allowed the change to come forth enough for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

  “Who is it?” he demanded, putting his hand on Katrin when she stood and pushing her behind him. He understood females were as competent as males when it came to working. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect his if an intruder entered their territory.

  “Are you Jarvis Alger?” A tall, thin owl walked toward them through the trees.

  Another owl, just as tall—their species was known for height—entered from the dark shadows. The two young males, both with hair so pale blond it was almost silver, moved closer to the fire un
til their blank expressions were visible. Their eyes were slightly rounder than human eyes. Both males had gray eyes and neither blinked as they studied Jarvis and Katrin from across the flames.

  “I’m Jarvis,” he growled, his body tense.

  Two owls would hardly be a worthy fight. Their species didn’t seek out his without good cause though. They certainly wouldn’t approach his den and ask for him by name without good cause.

  In spite of the common characteristics of their race, the two owls didn’t look alike. One stood an inch or so taller than the other, although both were easily six and a half feet tall. Their faces were long, gaunt, and where a werewolf was known for his large, muscular physique, both of these males were lean. One was slightly heavier than the other, but that wasn’t saying much where an owl was concerned.

  “What do you want?” Jarvis demanded.

  “We’ve been sent by your littermate, Jaeger Alger,” the other male informed him.

  Both owls lowered backpacks off their shoulders. Jarvis had never been overly comfortable around this particular species. Owls never smelled of any emotion. These two were hard to read and in the darkness, even their faces didn’t give anything away. An owl was damn good at wearing a mask of indifference.

  “Why would my littermate send two owls to my den?” Jarvis demanded.

  “Because we can reach you faster than your own kind.” The taller owl who spoke didn’t sound insulting. He was answering the question and simply stating a fact.

  “He wouldn’t have sent one of our own kind,” Katrin whispered.

  The shorter of the owls tilted his head and looked at Katrin. “Interesting,” he said.

  “He hired us to bring supplies to you, and a message.”

  At the same time the two owls handed their backpacks to Jarvis. Moving around the fire, and watching the two males for any sign of hostility, Jarvis accepted the cloth bags. Both were heavily weighed down by their contents.

  “More nails?” Katrin sounded hopeful. She was next to him, reaching for one of the bags.

  Jarvis lowered the bags to the ground and allowed Katrin to unzip them. “What is the message?” he asked.

  “Oh Jarvis!” Katrin cried out. The smell of her happiness suddenly drenched the air around them. “Would you just look?”

  She held up a bag of potatoes and carrots. “And there are so many canned goods,” she added, laughing. “But where is Jaeger?”

  Jarvis returned his attention to the owls for the answer.

  “We don’t know where your littermate is right now,” the shorter owl told them. “He hired the two of us yesterday in Banff. We were to bring these supplies to you and tell you that he hasn’t found your littermates yet but believes he now knows where they are. He planned on leaving today to run to them.”

  “He knows where they are?” Katrin stood, a canned good in each hand. “That’s really good news! Of course, he’ll have his paws full convincing my littermates to trust him,” she added, laughing.

  “You would send a male after your littermates that they don’t trust?” the taller owl asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at Katrin.

  “They will trust him,” Jarvis stated. His littermate would have them charmed before they ran up the mountain.

  Katrin laughed. “It’s how it had to be,” she replied, waving her hand in the air with the canned good still in it. “Please, sit by our fire and enjoy our kill. We have plenty.”

  Jarvis was proud of his mate. She played the perfect hostess, choosing nice pieces of meat to serve the two owls and making sure they were well seated by the fire. She asked about their stories and listened with interest, and honored both of them by waiting on them throughout their meal. It was late in the evening when the two owls left, promising they would return if Jaeger sent word.

  “We have a time-honored tradition in the mountains,” said the shorter owl, whose name was Dane Silver Feather. “Some of the litters living up here don’t have a way to get needed supplies, what with cubs or other situations that might make it difficult to go into town,” he added, pausing as if to say he might already know why Katrin and Jarvis had run into the mountains. “If you tie a cloth up in the tree, one of us will come to your den and, for an agreed price, bring your supplies to you.”

  Jarvis nodded, already aware that owls viewed much of the territory where werewolves lived as being part of their parliament. Owls didn’t have the power to force any of them off the mountain. Not to mention these mountains belonged to the Cariboo and always had. Katrin stood by his side as the two owls walked into the trees and disappeared, their scents fading with them.

  “There’s no reason why we couldn’t run to Banff if we needed supplies,” Katrin said after the owls were gone. “There isn’t a pack living there.”

  “I think this was my littermate’s way of being nice. Jaeger needed to send us a message and guessed we would need some basic supplies. But yes, we could run into Banff,” he agreed.

  “I’ve always loved the mountains,” Katrin murmured, her scent turning thick with sadness. “But I never thought I would have to hide in them.”

  “It won’t be forever, my sweet bitch.” Jarvis wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his face into her soft hair. “Your Cariboo blood is strong and the other Cariboo on the mountain will accept you as one of their own. Once we’re settled we will run down the mountain and learn where the other dens are. It won’t be long before no one is howling about Malta werewolves.”

  She turned in his arms, her body warm from the fire. “I’m not ashamed of who I am.”

  “Nor should you be.” He loved how the fire brought out the different shades of blonde and auburn in her hair. Her eyes glowed as she stared up at him. He pulled her closer, feeling her breasts press against his chest. He wrapped his hands around her narrow waist as she rested hers on his shoulders. “You honored our litter tonight with the owls.”

  “Our litter,” she whispered, and went up on tiptoe, stretching her hot body against his. “I like the sound of that.”

  Jarvis grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. “Soon we will have our den built and I will make cabinets for all your canned goods.”

  She offered her mouth and he took it, tasting their dinner and feeling her heat as he kissed her. When she moaned, Jarvis wished their den was already built so he could take her to bed. Tonight, as they had every night since arriving on the side of the mountain, they would change into their fur. It was too cold to sleep in their flesh. Jarvis let go of her ass and moved his hands under her coat to loosen her shirt from her jeans.

  When he felt flesh, blood boiled in Jarvis’ veins. They would make love in their fur and he wanted her out of her clothes now so they could embrace the change. Already the sparks ignited in his spine, his more primal side rising and demanding control of his senses.

  “And we will have a bed,” she said, her lips moving against his when she spoke. Katrin’s words were slightly garbled. The change was rising inside her as well. “I can’t wait to wake up in our den and stir the fire then return to bed. We can eat our kill while lying in bed together.”

  The growl in her words was so damn sexy.

  “With more nails, I should have our den ready in a week or so,” he promised.

  “You know,” she said, lowering to her feet and taking a step back to pull her shirt completely out of her jeans. “Even faster if I used my gift.”

  Jarvis was preoccupied with the view of her flat tummy when she began lifting her shirt over her head. Her creamy white skin looked soft, warm and so damn enticing. He wanted to bury his head in her belly, kiss her bellybutton and lick, nip and kiss his way to her hot little pussy.

  Katrin sucked in a breath and held it, looking up at him until he raised his gaze to her face. Her eyes were bright blue with slight traces of silver flashing across her irises. The change was on the verge of surfacing inside her.

  “What I mean is this,” she continued. “I can do more than fell the trees or make the chopp
ed wood smooth as silk. I’m sure I can slice the trees into boards and even raise the walls.”

  “Do you want to build our den without me?”

  “No, of course not,” she snapped. The spiciness of her anger flooded the air between them. “You have the knowledge of carpentry. All I can do is prepare the wood faster than if we didn’t use my gift. I’m half Malta werewolf, Jarvis. I’m not ashamed of who I am and will have nothing to do with all the reasons other werewolves hate me. I shouldn’t have to hide who I am.”

  “But you do have to hide who you are,” Jarvis countered. “That is never going to change, Katrin. Or have you already forgotten why we ran up here in the first place?”

  “I’ll never forget why we ran here,” she whispered.

  Jarvis dropped his hands when he had been ready to pull his shirt over his head. “I don’t want to fight about this,” he told her. He wanted to fuck her, not yell at her.

  Katrin sat down on the log alongside the fire and began unlacing her boots. “I am who I am, Jarvis. There’s no reason why I can’t be me when I’m alone with you.”

  He stared at her. Katrin had dropped her head and was focusing on taking her boots off. Her long hair draped over her shoulders and shrouded her face. She was so beautiful. She had honored him by serving the owls after they’d brought the supplies. Jarvis knew Jaeger had paid them to fly up the mountain but Katrin had still filled their litter with pride and honor. In every way, she was his perfect mate.

  But her gift? And her suggestion that she be herself when they were alone? Who was she being right now if not herself? Did she feel she was suppressing part of herself from him? That thought hit a nerve. He wanted to know all of Katrin, always.

  He didn’t like it when understanding clicked into his brain.

  For Katrin, being herself meant being as much Malta werewolf as Cariboo.

  “When you ran to Prince George, you didn’t know your sire’s blood would allow you to do these things,” he pointed out. He needed her to see the insanity of what she suggested.