by Casey Morgan
I used to keep a diary of long journal entries, chronicling every experience I had and describing my every emotion. I was an introverted loner who didn’t have a lot of friends and couldn’t talk to my father about real life things because he wanted me to live in some fantasy world where everything was perfect and I hadn’t started out life with some secret past no one would tell me about.
So, I “talked things over” with myself by writing about them. But even though I was used to journaling about everything, I didn’t even know what I’d write about this particular experience, because words escaped me.
Here I was bent over butt naked in a forest full of snow but all I could feel was the warmth of the sexy, near-stranger’s body behind mine. His cock had been pressed up against my pelvis earlier, straining as if it had wanted to break free, and now my pussy and ass were on full display to him.
He was rubbing my clit while fingering my pussy hole and I was dangerously close to coming. I say “dangerously” because I just knew it would make me scream louder than I was intending to and of course louder than I was supposed to.
“Melchior,” I breathed, so close to the edge I could barely stand it. “I think I need to scream.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, putting a hand up to my mouth. “You need to be silenced by me.”
He pulled on my clit, massaging it between the fingers of one of his hands while his other was gripped tightly around my mouth. I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to, or else the sound would be muffled by his hand.
Then he put two fingers in my pussy hole and pushed them in and out of me.
“Ride my hand,” he commanded me, but first he stopped and slapped my ass.
He alternated between cupping and squeezing my ass and spanking it with the palm of his hand, while his fingers and the top part of his hand were up against my pussy. Meanwhile I was grinding it up against his hard cock and riding his hand like he’d told me to.
Suddenly, in the distance, by a tree, I could swear I saw a wolf watching us.
I tried to tell Melchior, but I couldn’t use my voice.
Then I wondered if it was a figment of my imagination. It was hard to tell what was real and what was fantasy anymore.
Was I losing my mind?
The next time I looked, the wolf wasn’t there.
I told myself to forget about it and get back to where I had been, which was in the throes of passion with Melchior. I leaned my head back against his broad, muscular chest.
I came with a powerful force, moaning into his hand as he flicked my clit expertly.
Then his hand that had been down on my pussy and ass moved up and around, to my breast, and started pinching my nipple.
“I’m going to teach you to orgasm just from having your breasts played with,” he told me, continuing to hold my mouth with one hand while his other squeezed my nipple.
He was looking down at my hard, erect nipple. Then he was kissing my neck.
I looked up and saw the wolf again. I was quite sure now that he was back to stare at me, to watch what Melchior was doing to me.
I knew I should have been upset, but I was overcome with a strange feeling of power and euphoria. I had no idea what had gotten into me, to be pleased to be watched while my naked body was humping and grinding on a man, while that man was making my nipples hard and aching for him, while he had just left my pussy dripping wet all over him.
But then I decided I’d really better find a way to say something to Melchior. Maybe it was normal, in these woods, for wolves to pop in and out of trees, hiding while watching people, but more likely, it was a sign of impending danger.
I couldn’t help but remember that I was here to find a baby. To save people. Not to just cum over and over while forest creatures watched.
I leaned my lips up for Melchior to kiss, and he did, finally releasing his hand from my mouth, and replacing them with his mouth.
I kissed him passionately for a moment, savoring it, and also feeling a thrill of excitement for one more chance to show off what Melchior was doing to me to whomever might be in the forest, of any species.
I knew I’d enjoy sex when I finally got to have it, but I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy foreplay. Not to mention how much I’d enjoy showing off my body in the throes of passion to whomever wanted to watch – that certainly surprised me.
But since I had been so sheltered with very few experiences, I guess I never had the chance to figure out what I might like when it came to sex. I was certainly figuring that out now, with Melchior’s help.
Finally, when my brain told my pussy it couldn’t wait any longer before instructing my mouth to let Melchior know what was happening, I whispered, “Umm, Melchior?”
“Shhh,” he said, putting just his finger up against my lips.
I wanted to suck on it, and I knew he wanted me to, too, but now was not the time.
“Melchoir, I think there might be a wolf in the woods,” I told him, softly.
“What did you just say?”
His posture changed instantly, his chest sticking out and his back straight as a rod.
“There’s a wolf…”
He squeezed my hand, as if to shhhh me, and I instantly became quiet.
Then he looked around, in the area of the woods to which I’d been pointing, but the wolf was gone again.
“I swear, it was right there,” I said, feeling stupid now.
What if I really had imagined it?
I should have just ignored it and I’d be cumming more right now.
Instead, I could tell our make out session — or, training session, as Melchior would probably call it — was over, at least for now, much to my chagrin. Melchior was fixing his pants and then bending down to retrieve my clothes from the forest floor where they had been discarded.
“Here, put these on,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I have to go check out this wolf in the woods.”
“Check it out?” I asked him, confused.
I could tell he didn’t want to tell me everything that was going on. I was frustrated, but I knew I would only get another “wait until you’re ready” answer if I was to ask him for more information.
Plus, there wasn’t time. I hurried to get dressed, throwing on my few articles of clothing like a mad woman, while Melchior started to dart off in the direction of the woods.
“Sorry,” he said, coming back and kissing me on my forehead. “I’ll be quick.”
“I didn’t think you could be quick even if you tried,” I told him, chuckling at my own dirty double entendre.
He smiled a bit, but he was obviously really distracted.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, taking off for real this time. “Hang tight.”
Hang tight, I thought, as I looked around at the canyon that we were in.
I didn’t know how I could do much else besides hang tight. I decided to sit down on a large rock and try not to worry about what would happen if Melchior didn’t come back.
I hadn’t exactly been paying attention to how we had gotten here, and I wasn’t sure if I would know how to get back. Besides, I didn’t want to go back. I needed to keep going forward, to meet my cousin.
I could have kicked myself for letting my hormones get the best of me.
Why hadn’t I just continued on my journey?
I’d been on such a good track, the invisible force pushing me forward and making it impossible for me to slow down.
Now I’d gone and gotten sidetracked by the sexy man who had just disappeared.
Why does he need to go check out a wolf who’s lurking in the woods? I wondered.
There were lots of wolves in the wood.
Sure, most of them didn’t play peeping tom as people made out.
But that was me ascribing a human attribute to an animal. I was sure the wolf was just surveying its surroundings and had been shocked to find us in the isolated, desolate canyon.
He was probably just keeping an eye out to make sure we were harmless,
I told myself. He also could have been guarding the area for the safety of his pack.
Even though logically I knew there were a lot of explanations, emotionally, I didn’t really consider any of them very seriously.
I felt strangely drawn to the wolf. Just as I had to Melchior. In fact, it was almost the exact same feeling.
Now that was freaking confusing.
Here I was thinking I had found some kind of fated mate in Melchior, but now I was having a similar feeling about an animal, of all things.
Maybe my head and my heart were just playing tricks on me. I should have stayed home, but now that I was here, I had to get a move on it.
After a while, though, Melchior still wasn’t back, and I was growing impatient. I considered getting up and just walking away.
I could continue following the North Star and see where it took me. I had an idea that that was the right way to be walking, even though Melchior hadn’t told me what would happen or where to go after I found him.
I knew that Melchior would be upset if I left.
He had told me to stay here.
And I wanted his hand on my pussy again.
I was just upset that he had left me. And confused, since I didn’t know why he needed to go check out a wolf in the forest.
Or maybe I did, and it was more like I just didn’t want to really know.
I knew I had been on the right track when I had asked him what he was, instead of who he was.
Maybe this was one of the things he wanted me to figure out on my own before we could move on in my training.
And maybe I was starting to get ready to do that.
Even if it was because I had no other choice.
Like it or not, I had a feeling there was a lot about Melchior, Bethel Forest, that wolf that was staring at me, and even — no, especially — myself, that I was on the precipice of discovering.
Chapter Thirteen
Melchior
I hurried into the woods to find Matthieu, thinking that my right-hand man— or, wolf— had very bad timing in terms of when to decide to show up and help.
The whole time I was in the pear tree, all he and the other pack members had done was discourage me from getting my hopes up about Marilyn arriving in the forest any time soon, and now he was so impatient to talk to me about something that he couldn’t even let me fit in a little alone time with her.
I let out a sigh that also contained a slight growl to it, as soon as I found him in a slight clearing.
“Yes?” I asked him, not even bothering to hide the sound of the annoyance in my voice. “You wanted me?”
“How did you know?” he asked.
I just stared at him, thinking that he had better start talking to me about whatever he thought was so urgent soon or I would pick him up and hurl him across the forest for interrupting the best thing that had ever happened to me, simply to waste my time.
“Um, I did want to talk to you,” he said, now looking as if he was in too much of a rush to get out whatever he needed to say. “I thought you would want to know a couple different things. Some of the pack members think the Lumi Pack is coming our way.”
“And why do they think this?” I asked him, annoyed at him for not getting to the point fast enough.
Perhaps it wasn’t true, and Jessalyn had just taken what I’d told her and spread some rumors about it, as she was prone to do. Creating drama was kind of her whole thing.
“I was getting to that. Hold your damn horses,” Matthieu said.
The hair on his back was standing up.
I may have been the alpha, but Matthieu was no wimp.
He didn’t like that I was being short tempered with him when he was trying to help me. I tried to tell myself to chill the fuck out a little bit.
“Some of them say they felt them due to a spell; others that they smelled them,” he continued.
Hmmm.
It could very well be that the Lumi Pack was approaching. It could also be that my own pack, the Eira Pack, just had it in their minds that the Lumi Pack could be approaching, and now they were coming up with reasons to back up their own theory.
There was only way to know for sure, without time to work some sort of spell.
If the Lumi Pack was near, Simeon and/or Gideon would be in charge of them and they were always a pair to make their presence known. I had had quite a few dealings with them in the past, many of which I regretted, and despite temporary peace, we were now feuding again.
“Okay,” I told Matthieu. “And what’s the other thing?”
He looked at me blankly for a moment, and I was about to say, you told me there were two things and you’ve only talked to me about one of them, but I didn’t want to be sarcastic and make him angrier.
He seemed to remember, anyway, and told me, “Oh, yeah. Look at this.”
He reached under a bush and pulled out an orb.
For a second, I recoiled, wondering if it had picked up video of Marilyn and me. I was sure I would get an earful for fraternizing with the One True Hope, or at least it would be a very embarrassing video to watch on re-play. They might even challenge my status as alpha of the pack for my bad judgment.
Talk about an accidental sex tape ruining one’s “career.”
But no matter how impatient I was feeling and how much I wanted Matthieu to stop his meandering ways and light a little fuel under his fire, I did trust him and I knew he was competent enough to order the orbs to stop recording once Marilyn had found me.
So, I calmly — or at least with as much calm as I could muster under the circumstances — pushed play and saw that it was a video of a fucking tree.
The pear tree.
I watched as, in slow motion, some leaves and pears fell off, and the branches got visibly thicker and harder. But they still showed partial disintegration.
And they were a slightly different color. Gray. As if some of their normal color and joy had drained out of them.
“Thank you for showing me,” I told Matthieu, closing the palm of my hand around the orb. “This is very disappointing indeed. I’m going to figure out what’s up with this. But I’m a little bit, umm, indisposed at the moment.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to be… umm… fraternizing with the one person who has the power to save us all?” Matthieu asked. I knew I’d be called out on it but I also knew he’d be discreet about things, so at least it was only him asking, and not the whole pack. “That’s kind of a very important thing to not fuck up, you know?”
“I know.”
I looked at him, wishing I could explain why I was being so reckless.
It wasn’t like me. I was usually very level-headed and tried to focus on important things that would protect my pack. I didn’t normally do risky things like this.
But I had a burning desire within me, a natural — or supernatural — pull towards Marilyn, and the animal inside me wouldn’t rest until he had taken what he believed to be his.
Marilyn.
I knew it now.
It was pre-destined.
I almost felt as if helping her harness her sexual power would help her save the forest. I knew for sure that it would increase her knowledge and abilities. That was why I was being careful to not do everything I wished I could do with her – because I wasn’t sure what would happen to her, or me, for that matter, if we were pre-destined and consummated our love.
But maybe all of this was just a bullshit excuse I was telling myself so that I could continue having my way with Marilyn even when I knew I shouldn’t be. I wasn’t going to try to explain it to Matthieu because I knew he could smell bullshit and I honestly wasn’t sure what was going on between Marilyn and me – just that there was something very powerful that was preventing me from walking away from her in that forbidden arena.
I could be a stubborn motherfucker and I was not about to quit pursuing what I wanted – but I also knew better than to let others in on my plans, or else they would try to derail me.
/> “I have to go,” I told Matthieu, bounding back towards the canyon where I had left Marilyn. I hoped she was still there waiting for me, as I knew it had been a while and she was a feisty one – which was one thing I loved about her. “We’ll talk about this more later.”
“We’d better,” he called after me, but I was running so fast that I was soon out of earshot, even with my sensitive and very accurate hearing.
I couldn’t remember traveling faster in my life, and I wasn’t sure it would be fast enough until I finally, in relief, saw her in the distance.
“There you are,” Marilyn said, when I got close enough.
I could tell she had been scared.
Her eyes were wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight.
“You can’t just leave me like that,” she said. “I have no idea where I am or what is going on.”
“I know,” I told her, kissing her softly.
But she pulled away from me.
“I’m done giving you what you want, until you give me at least a bit of what I want,” she said.
“You seemed to want what I was doing to you earlier very much,” I told her. “I remember you enjoying it while you were riding my hand and begging me to fuck you.”
“That’s just it,” she said, sounding annoyed.
I hated that I was making her upset with me. All I wanted to do was make her happy and I had fucked it up.
“What’s just it?” I asked her, ready to listen to her now.
Maybe I was being disingenuous.
Perhaps she was ready to hear the truth.
Or least part of it.
I could start with something small.
“You know I want you to take my virginity and you won’t take it. You know I want to know what’s going on around here and you won’t tell me. It’s like you’re purposefully teasing and torturing me,” she said. “While you were gone, I was sitting here wondering why I should even be here. I could just go home and leave all of this a mystery, since you’re not filling me in on any of it, anyway.”
“Don’t do that,” I told her, pulling her back to me.
That would be a disaster.