by Casey Morgan
I’m done being bossed around by him, so I change into a wolf and start to run. I hear Tamir curse even more, but the sounds of his irritating voice fade away as I get further and further away from him. He’ll catch up when he catches up.
I arrive at the cave that is the entrance of the mine and see that it hasn’t had any upkeep in years. This is my first time being here, but it’s obvious that there used to be some kind of system to preserve certain areas of the cave that have fallen to the wayside. I wonder what this place used to look like. I’ve seen old paintings and maps, so I have some idea of how this place looks on the inside, but it’s still totally new to me. I have to admit, I’m kind of excited to see what the famous Stayman silver mine looks like.
I stay in wolf form as I make my way inside. I see an old wood pathway going over a deep drop. It doesn’t look in the least bit trustworthy. I wouldn’t be surprised if that thing was older than Anson.
There’s another way in, along the rock. It does seem tricky, but it looks like it’ll be a more successful way through than this dilapidated, rotted wood. I make my way over and start to carefully maneuver along the rocks. The fall is a long one, but I keep my body long the wood wall.
“You’re going to be okay; you’re going to be okay,” I keep thinking to myself.
I wanted to be a part of this so badly, so I can’t chicken out now. I did kind of talk a big game, and I know I have the confidence to back it up. If Tamir is ever going to believe I can help him with the serious stuff, then I gotta show him just how necessary I am.
Looking up, I see that I’m almost to the end of this treacherous path. Getting a little excited, my feet start moving a little more quickly, and a paw catches on some dip in the rocks. Everything starts moving in slow motion.
The shock causes me to shift back to human form. That’s not a good thing because I fall back into the wood wall and crash through it. Has anything in here been updated since the last century, maybe even earlier?
After falling through the barricade, I can see why it’s there because, on the other side, there is a large hole. It looks ever deeper than the crevice that has the rotted wooden walkway over it.
I look for something to grab on to, but there’s nothing my hands can latch. All I’m doing is flailing, not actually saving myself. A scream erupts from my lips as I fall to my inevitable doom.
I’m about to die, and there is nothing I can do about it. Who knows if anyone will find me. My body will rot away in this basically abandoned silver mine. Will anyone even mourn me.
Suddenly, a hand comes out and grabs me, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts and back up on to the solid ground. I realize I’m not falling to my doom, but my brain is still full of panic. I’m brought into a hard chest, my cheek hitting muscles. My breathing is heavy, my heart racing. I feel like I’m about to cry. I also feel like I am about to throw up.
“Are you okay? Kenzie! Are you okay?”
I realize it’s Tamir who caught me, and now he’s got a tight hold on my trembling body. I bring my hands up and grip them into his shirt, finding solace in his warm, strong body. I don’t ever want to let go of him because I’m afraid if I do, I’ll disappear into the darkness.
“I think so. I think I’m okay.”
The fear that was coursing through my veins starts to dissipate, but the pounding of my heart and the tremble in my body doesn’t leave. I know it’s because of Tamir’s arms being wrapped around me. I always thought of him as attractive, but right now, my blood is hot inside of my body.
I’ve never felt this way before. Maybe it’s the mix of fear and desire. It makes sense. People get turned on after near-death experiences all the time. It’s like an aphrodisiac.
But I know it’s more than that. There’s something about Tamir. I’ve been denying it because I didn’t want to cloud my head with thoughts of him. He was always so stuffy to me, but maybe things are changing between us. He seems so worried about me.
I don’t know what to do with this information, but I know that, in this very moment, I’m not going to let go.
Chapter Seven
Tamir
I lost sight of Kenzie after she shifted into wolf form and ran away. I had to run after her myself, but I wasn’t nearly as fast because I was doing it on two human legs. Thank God I arrived when I did, though. I came into the cave and heard her screaming. I watched as she fell through the wooden barricade and almost down into a large and deep hole.
But I managed to catch her, and, now, I’m holding Kenzie in my arms. She’s trembling, her hands digging into my shirt. She doesn’t seem to want to let me go, and that is fine. I don’t want to let her go either. My heart is beating a mile a minute.
When I saw her falling, I thought she was lost forever. In that moment, I felt true despair. But she’s okay, and that is all that matters.
“How did you get in here?” Kenzie asks, her head still planted on my chest.
“I came in from the north side. It’s easier than the way you came in.”
I can see the entrance she came through. The only way to get to this side of the cave, so you can go deeper in, you have to cross over that rotted bridge or scoot along the now destroyed wood wall.
“Hm,” Kenzie chuckles solemnly. “I guess I didn’t see it.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I smooth her hair down, doing my best to comfort her.
Kenzie brings her head back, and I look down at her. “We should probably get away from here before we both fall,” she sniffles.
“You’re right, let’s go.” I start moving with Kenzie, but she limps a little. “Are you okay?” I ask, stopping our movement.
“I don’t know. I must have hurt my ankle when I fell.”
“Here, let me carry you.” I don’t wait for her answer, bringing my arms under her legs and lifting Kenzie up. Her arms automatically go around my neck, holding on to me tightly. “I’ll get us somewhere safe.”
I walk us over to a safe area in the mine. I probably didn’t have to carry her, it’s hell on my arm. It’s still in really bad shape. Kenzie is right that the fact that it isn’t healing is weird; I shouldn’t have dismissed her so swiftly. She had a point, and I was probably not so receptive because it was coming from her. I can be a little stubborn myself sometimes.
I set Kenzie down once we’re a little deeper in the mine. I sit beside her, keeping a hand on her shoulder. I want to make sure that she really is okay.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Kind of weird. Do you see that weird haze? It’s like a blue-green color.”
I look around with her and see exactly what Kenzie is talking about. There’s a kind of fog that is all around the mine.
“I see it.”
“I think it’s making me weak. I’m getting sleepy or dizzy. I don’t know, my head feels weird.”
I nod in agreement. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to stay in here any longer. Not with the way this place is making us feel.
“We should get out of here.”
“Okay,” Kenzie agrees. I help her up and go to carry her again, but she shakes her head. “I can walk. I’ll just put my arm on your shoulder,”
“Okay,” I nod.
The two of us make our way outside, Kenzie supporting some of her weight on my shoulder. This doesn’t hurt my arm as much, but it’s still a little painful, something I don’t let on.
Our bodies hit the cold air, the briskness hitting us right in the face. We take big gulps of air. My head starts clearing up immediately.
Whew, I feel so much better being out of that mine. That fog was affecting us a lot more than I realized.
Kenzie takes her arm away from my shoulder, and it’s then I realize just how much I liked having her touching me. It seems like I might have a pattern of only understanding how much something or someone affects me once their gone. The same thing happened with my brother.
“That was crazy,” Kenzie shakes her head, breathing a sigh
of relief. She’s moving her ankle back and forth a little bit. It must be getting better.
I look up her body, seeing her nude body once again. I was very aware of it when I carried her in the mine. My mind may have been foggy, but I couldn’t not notice something like that.
In the direct moonlight, she’s even more beautiful, the soft light bouncing off of her entire being.
“I wonder what that fog was,” Kenzie continues. “Maybe it’s some kind of gas. It’s an old mine, something could have been released after all these years, I don’t know.”
She starts pacing back and forth, not really paying attention to the fact that I haven’t said anything. She goes on and on, trying to come up for an explanation for the mysterious fog. I barely hear anything she says because I’m too focused on her nakedness.
No longer able to hold back, I grab on to her wrist.
“Hey! What are you doing?” She tries to pull her hand away, but I bring her body to mine. She stops resisting as we get closer, a look of shock passing over her features. “Tamir?” she whispers.
I hold my finger under her chin, raising it up, so I have access to her lips. I bring my lips down on hers, the softness of her mouth molding to mine. She’s frozen at first, her whole body tense, but, after a few seconds, she kisses me back. I wrap my arms around her body, bringing her naked form against mine, her tits pushing into my chest.
Her hands go to the hem of my shirt, haphazardly pulling it up. She pushes it up, and I help her get it off me, throwing it to the ground. Her hands run up and down my chest.
“You’re so,” she starts, her voice trailing off.
“I’m so what?”
She doesn’t let me know what she’s thinking, opting to kiss me instead. I take her offer, tasting her greedily. She’s so open and wanting.
My erection strains against my jeans, wanting a release. I’m so turned on that it hurts, something I’ve never felt before.
But I want to take care of Kenzie first. I bring my hand over her curves, the tip of my thumbs brushing her hardened nipples, her stomach, navel, all the way until I reach her pubic bone. My fingers slip into her folds, playing with her pussy. Her nails dig into my biceps, pushing into my skin.
“Do you like that?” I ask, placing my mouth right by her ear. Kenzie nods, whimpers escaping from her lips.
I move my fingers faster and faster, her juices dripping on to my hand. I swirl them inside of her, her walls becoming more and more slippery.
“Tamir, fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” she breathes. I want to hear those beautiful pants come from her throat, the sound of ultimate pleasure coming from that pretty mouth of hers.
“Come then. I want to watch you come.”
Kenzie nods. Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on my hands on her, inside of her. I press another finger into her clit, flicking it back and forth. Her body starts to tremble, her grip on me somehow getting even tighter. Her walls tighten around my fingers, pulsating as I watch her release filter into her expression.
Her wails fill up the forest and my senses. Kenzie grasps me, her hold desperate.
She starts pawing at my pants, pushing them over my butt and as far down as she can reach. The next thing to go is my underwear. Once my cock is free, it burst out, landing against her belly. It feels good not to be so contained, but I’m still feeling all the strain of my arousal.
Kenzie's arms go over my shoulders and wrap around my neck. She looks directly into my eyes before pulling me down.
“Come down here with me,” she requests.
I follow her down on to the ground, resting my elbows on the dirt once we get down there.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I did notice before that Kenzie is a pretty girl, but I never realized just how gorgeous she is. It’s like I’m truly seeing her for the first time.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t lie.”
She smiles, moving her head up to give me a quick peck. Her leg wraps around my back, pulling me closer to her. I position the tip of my dick at her entrance, feeling her folds, he juices flowing onto me.
“You feel so good,” she sighs.
I push inside of her, Kenzie’s back arching. Her nipples rub along my chest as she squirms underneath me.
“You feel better,” I tell her. And it’s the truth. Her pussy feels like heaven. I’ve never felt this strongly having sex. It’s like a holy experience.
I move my hips back and forth, sliding my dick along her walls. Her fingers go to my back, scratching up and down my skin. I can barely keep myself from blowing my load in her this very instant. Everything about Kenzie is so perfect, my body almost feels weak, and it’s not my silver injury.
“Oh, Tamir!” she screams.
Her arms tighten around me, and I feel Kenzie’s walls quiver around me. Her pussy milks me, squeezing the life out of my dick. My back bends as my cum spills out of my tip and into Kenzie’s greedy pussy. So much comes out of me, the stream just keeps going and going, but Kenzie takes it all.
We come together, feeling the ultimate pleasure as one.
When my body gives out, I collapse on top of Kenzie, but make sure not to rest my entire weight on her. The sweat on our bodies mingles together, the scent of our sexual exploits filling up the space where we lay. Kenzie’s hand rubs up and down my back, her fingers drawing indistinguishable shapes.
I’m not sure what to say to her immediately. All I can think about is how good she feels. The moonlight is shining off of her face, reflecting off her eyes, giving them little white specks.
“That was nice,” she says.
I feel like it was more than nice, but maybe Kenzie is working through similar feelings to mine. There are a lot of them. I’m kind of surprised there are so many. I never really associated sex with a lot of emotions, but, then again, I never had sex with anyone who I had an emotional connection with. It’s always been there to fulfill a need.
But the fact that it’s Kenzie who brought all of this out of me is rattling around in my head. She’s always been that annoying girl who I wish would shut up, but now, my thoughts on her are changing.
“Was it good for you?” I come out of my thoughts and look at the girl below me. “Did you… like it?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good,” she smiles. “You were just being awfully quiet, but I guess you’re just the contemplative type.”
I kiss her to reassure Kenzie that I did indeed have fun with her. Despite everything that has been going on: my brother in exile, my injury not healing, Anson acting strangely, and now, whatever is happening in the mine, Kenzie has managed to make it all better.
She’s managed to make the whole situation that much more bearable. And, for that, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to thank her enough. She’s been in my life for such a long time, but for the first time, I’m really appreciating Kenzie.
Chapter Eight
Tamir
The medic and I are now lying on the ground, enjoying a post-sex cuddle. For the first time in a long time, I feel complete. Kenzie managed to piece me back together in a way that I wasn’t sure was possible.
Her head rests on my shoulder, her blonde hair fanning all along my chest. I gently stroke it, letting the soft tendrils get tangled up in my fingers. If I could stay like this forever, I would. Just me and Kenzie in our own little bubble. None of the worries and troubles from the outside world encroaching on the safe space we’ve made for ourselves.
But that’s not how the real world works. If we just sit here, not worrying about anything else, the situation back on the compound will surely get much worse. Ignoring problems doesn’t make them go away.
The pull to protect my pack will always be there. It’s just programmed into me.
“We should probably get back to the house and warn Anson. Let him know what we found.” It’s like Kenzie just read my mind. I guess she’s more like me than I originally thought.
The two of us stand up, our bodies no longer touching. No longer being able to touch her has me wanting to be touching her again. I’ve never lacked this much self-control before in my life. I really need to rein this all in.
Kenzie and I put our clothes back on. I’m a little sad our near-perfect night is coming to an end, but when it’s time, it’s time.
“Is your ankle okay enough for you to walk on?”
Kenzie looks down at her foot, turning it in a circle a few times. “Yeah, it’s all better. I guess I just had to rest it for a couple hours.” She blushes at the end of her sentence. She’s probably thinking about all of the resting we just did.
“Let’s head back then.”
The two of us walk side by side back towards the compound. Neither one of us is saying much of anything. We’re definitely a little closer to one another, our bodies side by side only separated by a few feet. The walk back home is definitely less tense than the one we took to get here.
I’m still not totally sure what to say. What just happened between Kenzie and me probably changes things between us, but at the same time, she isn’t saying much of anything either, so who knows. It’s probably better to just not think about it. If she wants something from me, then she’ll ask. I’m sure of it.
We get back to the manor house. The aftermath of last night’s party is all over the ground. I’m sure they’ll be people cleaning up later today, but a lot of them are probably asleep, getting ready to deal with whatever hangout they are about to have.
It is pretty early. The sun is just rising as we approach the front door.
“Do you think Anson is awake already?”
“He’s usually up pretty early, but because of the party, he might still be asleep. I don’t actually know.”
Kenzie nods. She seems a little nervous. I totally understand why. Anson is an intimidating alpha. It’s what has makes him so effective. The problem with that is confronting him about any mistakes he could possibly be making isn’t easy. Which is why I’ve never done it.