Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves)

by Lovell, Christin

  “He wouldn’t move with you?”

  “No.” Just then I spotted what I needed. I returned to the brewer and finished the prep before starting the machine.

  Jerry was silent for a minute, watching me work. “Does he love you?”

  “Without a doubt. Billy’s done a lot for me, more than I deserve probably.” I couldn’t help but remember all those sleepy mornings with him before school. I would make the coffee and he would make the food. Usually we were so tired we didn’t speak much, but it was still quality time with each other. Years later, I still cherished those quiet mornings with him. These days, I was lucky to get five minutes at a Starbucks with him. Of course if I needed anything, he was there. But regularly, in the day-to-day rigor, I rarely saw him.

  “Then why wouldn’t he move with you?” Jerry seemed genuinely perplexed, determined to solve the puzzle.

  “He owns his own business down there. He’s mega successful and while he could probably move it and achieve the same results quickly, Billy believes ‘if it isn’t broke, don’t try to fix it.’ He wouldn’t rock the boat unless he had to. The fact that Miami’s real estate market, commercial and residential, have been dead for years after the market crashed and he’s still exceeding profit margins and quotas says he has a great thing going.”

  Jerry stood quietly for a long while.

  “Cups?” I prompted as the machine began to gurgle its final bits of water through the filter.

  “I’ll get it.” He retrieved two mugs, located a bag of sugar and a carton of cream from the fridge before grabbing two spoons from a nearby drawer.

  “Your kitchen is well stocked considering you and Ellie don’t cook.”

  “Her parents shop for us.”

  “Do you work a lot of hours at the station?”

  “Rarely. Not much police work in a small town. The occasional domestic issue or bar brawl; that’s about it.”

  “I’d consider that a good thing. It’s a slow day to hear sirens five times a day in some areas of Miami.”

  We each customized our coffee. I awkwardly leaned against the counter after, unsure where to go and what to do. After a long five minutes of fidgeting and dainty, self-conscious sips of my coffee, I broke. “I don’t have to stay, Jerry. You and Ellie have-“

  “Stop.” He glared at me, killing my words.

  I knew my eyes were open wide; I felt my brows crinkling.

  “Shit.” He set his cup on the counter. “You can stay as long as you’d like, Kitty.”

  That dang name. I wish I had just told them my real name from the start.

  “Kate. My name is Kate.”

  He met my gaze, studying me briefly before he nodded once. “Kate.” He picked up his mug again. “Stay as long as you’d like, whether Ellie is here or not. We take care of our own. You’re a mate, so you’re part of our family now.” He gave me a small smile. “You’ll always be welcome here.”

  I’d only ever had Billy it seemed. Jerry was offering me more than I’d ever had, more than I thought I’d ever have. Emotions gathered in my chest, compressing it. “Thanks.” My voice was thick, inflecting what I felt.

  He took another sip of his coffee. Both of us heard the front door open and close. “In the kitchen,” Jerry called, watching me as he spoke.

  My heart beat a little faster as she rounded the corner. She stood unabashedly naked before us. Her hair was disheveled, as if she’d been driving down a highway in a convertible with the top down.

  We stared at each other. Her concern was palpable; it felt as tangible as my own.

  “I’m gonna shower. Meet you in bed in ten?” Her brows rose as she posed the offer.

  I shook my head lightly in agreement.

  She glanced sideways at Jerry. “Thanks, Jer.”

  He didn’t look at her, despite shaking his head in acknowledgement.

  I waited for Ellie to leave the room before speaking. “I’m not trying to take your place or steal her away from you. I hope you know that.”

  He lifted his head towards me. “I do.” He shoved off the island. His mug clinked against the metal as he set the now-empty cup in the sink. “Thanks for the coffee, Kate.” He left me standing in the middle of the big kitchen, staring after him like an idiot.

  Jesus. I felt so off-kilter. Everything had happened so fast, changed so rapidly. It seemed there was very little I was certain of these days, including my own sexual preference.

  — 13 —

  Ellie

  I could tell Jerry was still pissed at me. I was glad he didn’t punish Kate for our shit though. Seeing them together in the kitchen was a relief.

  My wolf snarled; I punched her down. She’d royally pissed me off. She may have ruined the very thing she wanted most, all because she couldn’t wait five more fucking minutes. We shared a body, but we each had a mind of our own.

  I rushed through my shower, hoping to find Kate in bed waiting for me.

  She wasn’t.

  I heard the water turn on downstairs and headed that way. I found Kate, body sidled up against the sink as she washed dishes.

  Dammit.

  Reaching around her, I turned off the water.

  “Somehow, I sensed you were there,” she said. She turned the water back on and proceeded to rinse the cup in her hands.

  That was a good sign. It meant that pull was working. I slipped my hands around her waist and pressed my body against hers. My pussy heated immediately. Instinctively, I ground my womb against the swell of her ass.

  She turned the faucet off. Her heart skittered a tad faster, each beat a little closer together. “Jerry’s here,” she stated.

  Her concern told me she wanted to do something, but was afraid of sensitive ears. “Trust me, he’s heard it all before. Probably seen it too.” I slid her hair aside and fixed my mouth to the side of her neck. She leaned into me right away.

  “Ellie?” Her breathing stuttered.

  I smiled against her, knowing I had her where I wanted her.

  Yanking up her shirt, I slipped a hand down her panties. She stiffened, holding her breath as I dipped my fingers between her folds, into her warmth.

  “What are you doing to me, Ellie?” She sounded weary.

  I chuckled lightly against her. “What does it feel like I’m doin’, sweet cheeks?” Moving fleetingly, I drew my fingers in a steady circle over her clit.

  She clamped her lips together, bowing over the counter, shoving me back, but a whine still escaped.

  Needing to be in control, I spanned a hand over her upper stomach and jerked her back into me. She squeezed my forearms as I continued my assault, much to my wolf’s delight.

  “Oh, God, Ellie,” she moaned, flexing her hips into my touch. My wolf sat up, stalking upwards, watching with interest. She was a temporarily distracted predator.

  I nibbled her ear lobe. “You better fall apart in my arms like a good girl.”

  Her reply was a breathless, “Fuck, Ellie.”

  Her chest rose and fell in a reckless rhythm, much like my fingers over her sensitive bud. She continually bit her lips, trying to hold back her whimpers and moans.

  Her nails began to bite into the flesh of my arms. Her head dipped back, resting on my shoulder as her body arched.

  “Fall apart, Kate.”

  She finally cried out as her pussy pulsated beneath my touch. I kept pace until she pressed a staying hand over mine. She stood, gasping for air, her gaze fixated on the sink. Her pulse sang a rapid, thumping melody.

  A soft growl in the distance gave away Jerry’s presence. Looking back, I caught him in the doorway. He glared at me. I swore fire blazed in his eyes, the flickers of honey warning that his wolf was close.

  We’d always shared. It was the only way I got any action in this small town. He’d always convinced the woman it would please him to watch us together. I suppose him wanting the same courtesy in return wasn’t something I should have held against him. But I did. Because it was different with Kate. She was my ma
te, not a one-night stand plucked up from the local bar. And, had my mate not been in my arms, in a vulnerable state, I would have charged him.

  My vision blurred momentarily as my wolf warned him off. I could tell Kate was inexperienced with sex, and as uncomfortable as she was initially with me, she would clam up the moment she saw Jerry there.

  His expression said this wasn’t over, that he would probably push the issue again. Thankfully, with one final look at Kate, he stormed off.

  I nuzzled her neck. “Let’s take this to bed.”

  She spun in my arms. Her eyes glittered with warmth. Her lips curled into a shy smile. “Okay.”

  My wolf damn near purred as I led our mate upstairs.

  — 14 —

  Kate

  Ellie effortlessly tossed me onto the bed. Just as I’d guessed, it was like landing on a fluffy cloud. She covered me a second later, aligning our bodies in the middle as her legs straddled me. Leaning down, she claimed my lips.

  Her mouth seared mine with little urgency. I was surprised by the amount of emotion in her touch. Her touch was tender yet strong; were I a treasure, she was handling me with cherished confidence.

  She brushed her lips across mine in short spurts; soft kisses of endearment before she pulled back. “I’m sorry I ran.”

  I opened my eyes to find her watching me closely, her brows dipping inwards.

  What could I say? It wasn’t alright, but I could tell she was sorry.

  I slipped my hands beneath her t-shirt. Her skin was so smooth, satin silk to caress. It was the opposite of every other body I’d slid my hands over.

  Her eyes flickered with gold as I hesitantly drew her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Desire swarmed within me. My mouth watered as I stared at the ripe globes.

  Lifting my gaze, I knew my cheeks colored. “Can…do you mind?”

  She tore her shirt off and threw it aside. “I’m yours, sweet cheeks. You don’t have to ask; just take, exactly as I do with you.”

  My body immediately responded to her words. My nipples hardened as I looked at hers again. My womb heated under the blaze of desire as my heart beat an assuring cadence.

  I was really doing this; I actually wanted to do this.

  Gaining an ounce of courage, I cautiously dove for her pink buds. Easy at first, I ran my tongue over one, the other I explored gingerly with my fingers. She tasted sweet and clean. There was something addictive about it, something that drew an animal-like reaction from me, driving me to taste more, take more, and be a little less careful.

  “Fuck, Kate. Your mouth is fucking heaven.” Ellie laced her fingers through my hair; her palms molded to my head as she kept me pressed to her.

  My body burned with need; my womb tightened and my pussy began to pulse as I grew more confident, as she boldly asked for more.

  I sucked her tit, circling her sensitive peak. I grazed my teeth against her tip.

  She growled, her eyes igniting the now familiar honey gold. She tossed my head back against the pillows and seized my lips in a frenzy. This time, I unleashed my own desires, setting them free. There was no point in being timid. As much as I felt like I knew Ellie, we were still strangers, and I was still leaving at the end of next week.

  I grabbed hold of her breasts and teased them. I knew what felt good to me and did it on her.

  “God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Her words were a growl as she bit my lip.

  I don’t know what came over me. “Then do it.”

  In a flash, she was off the bed standing naked. She looked me up and down. “Strip before I get back or I’m shredding those clothes.” She walked into a closet.

  I scurried off the bed and fumbled trying to remove my clothes quick enough. I was too slow. A moment later my pants and panties were shredded.

  Ellie wrapped her arms around me. She pinched my nipples as something cold brushed my pussy. “On the bed.” She slapped my ass, shocking me into motion.

  It wasn’t until I was in the center of the bed on my back that I saw what had briefly teased my apex. Ellie gracefully mounted me, positioning the strap-on at my entrance.

  My breasts were swollen, needy mounds with desperate peaks. My pussy clenched in anticipation. Liquid desire rushed my channel as I stared longingly at her.

  “There’s one the exact same size inside me, and this little nub will vibrate on both our clits.” She pointed to the silicon pieces. The dildo was an average six-inches of glistening cock. Her eyes flared with gold.

  I licked my lips. I’d never wanted to be penetrated so bad, especially by a fake dick strapped to a gorgeous woman with mouth-watering boobs.

  “Hold on tight, sweet cheeks. This might get a little rough.” She winked. She pressed over the vibration piece and it roared to life.

  My inhale turned into a cry of pleasure as she shoved the cock into me. My body tingled with pleasure that shot from my core.

  “Let’s torture poor Jerry a little.” She smiled smugly as she sped up.

  Her pace was impossible for me to keep up with. Chaotic pleasure assaulted me with every thrust. My pussy squeezed the dildo as my clit lit up each time it vibrated.

  Ellie’s eyes, lighting with honey, were what I focused on. Her lips snarled, growls escaping as she thoroughly fucked me better than any man ever had. She maneuvered the molded dick to hit every sweet spot within me, drawing fresh pleasure with every touch.

  I clung to her arms as our breasts continually touched. I was holding on for dear life, on a wicked fast roller coaster where everything whipped past in a blur. The only thing that wasn’t a blur was the pleasure slapping me repeatedly, much like the wind. Pleasure lit every part of me until the pressure became too much.

  My lungs barely worked, my ears barely heard the noises in the distance, my vision began to blur as my pulse drowned out my conscience. My body seemed to twist itself into knots as I desperately clung to Ellie, as my hips furiously met hers.

  “Let go!” she commanded, pumping harder.

  It was enough to send me over. Fireworks burst before my eyes as my body undulated with erotic pleasure. The intensity of my release was unmatched. Wave after wave of powerful sensations wracked me. I lost all sense of gravity as my body drifted through each level of lingering pleasure.

  I felt shaky; my body tingled with awareness as my consciousness gradually returned. Blinking, I registered her lack of movement.

  Ellie nuzzled my neck. “That was a hell of a lot better than my rabbit.” She chuckled.

  I smiled against her, feeling sated and satisfied, but still a bit unsteady. She literally rocked my world, turning my sense of reality, my perception, on its head.

  She sat back, revealing her face glowing, dewy and sun kissed, with happiness; the afterglow of good sex, I supposed. “I’ll be back.” She gave me a swift kiss before gently pulling out and getting off the bed. This time she disappeared into the bathroom.

  My pussy was still throbbing, pulsating from my climax. I shivered as the cool air shocked my hypersensitive flesh.

  Ellie leapt onto the bed and proceeded to wipe me with a warm cloth. My heart clenched. No one had ever done that before. Granted, Id’ only had two partners before her, but there was still something so touching about the measure.

  She dropped another kiss on my lips before she stepped away again. This time when she returned she was empty handed. She pulled back the covers, prompting me to crawl over and then under them as she joined me.

  She gathered me into her arms. A single hand gently stroked my back and shoulder as I rested in the crook of her arm. My mind struggled to process it all, to adjust to Ellie, my situation, South Carolina. She had me feeling things I never had. She had me re-evaluating my life, and, dare I say, starting to consider a life outside Miami for the first time.

  She grazed her fingertips over my shoulder. A tinge of sharp pain had me cringing.

  She sat up a little. “Stay still.” She leaned over me.

  I held my breath as she dragged her to
ngue across the aching spot.

  “Sorry.” She laid back and settled me against her again. “It should heal in a day or two, but the mark is permanent.” She hesitated a minute, staring up at the ceiling before looking away. “It’s the only way to mark you as mine.”

  My heartbeat sped up. I didn’t have to ask to know: fiction got it right. Ellie’s wolf had bitten me.

  I suddenly felt cold; my nudity became uncomfortable. One phrase kept replaying in my mind: she didn’t ask. She didn’t ask if she could bite me, she just did it.

  I was hyperaware of the tenderness in my left shoulder. Serenity slowly slipped away as a fresh anxiety coursed through me. How was I going to explain this to Billy? Being with a woman in semi-secrecy was one thing, in complete openness on a permanent basis…that wasn’t me. I was straight. I was running from a stalker, not into the arms of a lesbian werewolf. Right?

  “Kate? Kate…”

  I blinked in quick succession. When did it get so cold in here?

  “Kate?”

  When did I get off the bed? Somehow I’d made my way a few feet from the bed. I stood, arms wrapped around myself, shivering as I struggled to make sense of it all.

  Ellie slowly moved towards me, a hand stretched out as if I were a wild, unpredictable animal, easily spooked into retaliation.

  Unease constricted my chest. “Stop.” My plea was breathless. I was so confused; overwhelmed. I wasn’t ready to face this. I wasn’t ready to be openly gay. Hell, I’d just found out I might be today.

  Finally beginning to register the situation, I jolted into action. I moved to my bag and tore through it for clothes.

  Ellie watched from beside the bed. “Talk to me, Kate. What the hell is going on?”

  I couldn’t dress fast enough. Panties, black leggings, flip-flops, bra, oversized teal, burn-out tee… Grabbing my purse, I dug for a rubber band and threw my hair up. My heart raced; my mind was drowning. This was all Donovan’s fault.