by Sway Jones
That made his bear swell with ambition. He would be her first and last lover. No other man would have touched her. He could show her all the ways to fuck and suck. It was intoxicating to his bear. To the man as well.
The man thought it a shame that she didn’t have any positive reinforcement of her sexuality growing up. She had the sexiest body he had ever seen on a woman. Only she had no idea. Which only made her ever sexier.
“Boy you’ve got it bad,” he told himself his voice muffled by the scarf he wore. “Just a couple more hours. And then she’s all yours.”
Baby began barking again. This time though she took off into the herd. Hank stayed where he was and sniffed the air. He didn’t catch any smells other than the cows. Then he heard the cows in the middle of the herd begin a low mooing sound. Not quite alarmed but definitely not caring for whatever was in there with them.
Were they worried about Baby? The cows knew the dogs wouldn’t hurt them. Or was there something else in there?
A second dog alerted from inside the herd. Hank slowly began to make his way into the crowd of cows toward where he thought Baby had run and where the second dog was barking like crazy. As he got closer to where he thought the two dogs were, he still smelled nothing but cow shit and cowhide but now a third dog had joined in the chorus.
As soon as the smell hit him, he was hit literally.
The wolf jumped and knocked him off his horse. While he fell he shifted into his bear. He rolled taking the wolf with him as he tumbled through the cows that ran in all directions as two apex predators came into their midst fighting.
Hank swiped at the wolf that tried to disengage from the bear’s embrace. He managed to rip open the side of the wolf, which cried out in pain. Grabbing the scruff of the oversized dog’s neck, Hank shook his large head violently. The cries of the wolf almost made him stop but the thought of Jeremy sending his pack members to kill his cows angered him so much he shook his head even harder.
Just as he was about to clamp on the wolf’s neck with the kill bite, he shifted back to his human form and lay still on the trampled grass, bleeding profusely.
In all fairness, Hank couldn’t continue with the attack as his bear. He switched to his human form. Looking down at the wounded human he realized that he was barely out of his teens.
“Fuck,” Hank cursed. “He sent children.”
Hank whistled for Betsy, who had run off a short distance away from the action. Baby and the other dogs stood with her. He was grateful for the extra clothes he had packed in his saddlebags. He pulled on jeans and a sweater. But he had no shoes. He climbed back on top of Betsy to at least get off the ground. Grateful for the adrenaline still coursing through his blood stream, it staved off the cold a little.
“Ryan, Jai, Jonathan,” he spoke into the radio. “Anybody there?”
“Yeah, this is Jonathan. What’s up?”
“There was an attack. I had to shift to take him on.”
“You need some clothes now?”
“Coat and boots, socks too. Also come in the gator. He’s still alive but bleeding out quickly.”
“Ok. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Hey its Jai. Should I call the paramedics?”
“No. I don’t think he’s going to make it. Best to keep this in house.”
“Right. You want me to call Jeremy?”
“No I will when we get back to the house. Get Ryan up. I’m bringing him to the barn.”
“Got it.”
“Get the first aid kit to the barn.”
“Ok. Are you sure I shouldn’t call the paramedics?”
“Let’s see if he makes it to the barn.”
“All right. Out.”
“Out.”
Hank stared at the unmoving young man wondering if he came alone or were there others out in the woods. The dogs were silent. The cows had settled down too. Chances are if there were other wolves they had turned tail and ran when they saw him shift. Being a Grizzly helped to disperse most other animals even fellow predators.
Damn Jeremy, he thought sighing deeply. This was not going to end well. A clash between clans never did even if you won. There were casualties on both sides usually. Together bear and wolf blood would be spilled.
He was terrified that human blood might be spilled too. He couldn’t abide by that. His mate didn’t deserve to be caught in this crossfire. Her only “crime” being who she was. It wasn’t her fault the Goddess had chosen her as his mate.
“Git!”
Hank heard his brother Jonathan trying to make his way through the herd in the gator. When he arrived the big brother got off his horse and made a beeline for the cart.
“Boots, socks,” he managed to get out through chattering teeth.
“Here,” Jonathan said holding out some combat boots and thick socks to his brother. He got out of the gator and went to check on the man lying on the ground.
“He’s still got a heart beat,” he reported to Hank. “Slow but there. I’ll get him in the gator. The cold might have slowed down the bleeding. He could make it.”
“Ok. We’ll tell the paramedics it was an animal attack.”
“Good. I’d hate for anyone to die because of Jeremy’s issues.”
“I know. I don’t want Delilah to get caught in the crossfire either.”
“Yeah. That would be very bad to involve a human.”
“Jeremy should know that and not be tempting the authorities with these insane attacks. If the sheriff gets involved things will spiral out of control and we might lose our homelands.”
Jonathan easily lifted the young man and put him in the back of the gator. He got in and took off for the barn. Hank pulled on the coat his brother had brought him and then got back up on Betsy. He quickly made his way back as well to clean up this mess Jeremy had forced upon them.
Chapter 12
“Hmmm,” Delilah sounded when Hank slipped into bed behind her. “Hank?”
“Yes sweetheart it’s me,” he said settling his body along her sumptuous length. He sighed deeply when he finally felt all her softness and lushness against him, what his hard planes and lines needed to find comfort.
Thankfully she had not awoken from all the ambulance lights. She had slept through the commotion a few homes down. A girl after his own heart, a hard sleeper.
Turning over, Delilah cuddled up against Hank’s heat and wrapped an arm around his narrow waist. She placed her head underneath this chin and took in a big breath of his seductive scent of wildness. She could get used to this, she thought sleepily. It was like being in a cocoon of warmth and security. Nothing could get to her as long as Hank was there. He would take care of her. She didn’t have to be alone anymore, taking care of herself. It was a heady feeling.
“Do you want to make love?” she asked, rousing her self enough to make sure she didn’t disappoint him. She got up on one hand and he lay back in order to see her more clearly. He grabbed the hand she put on his chest.
“I would love to,” he began holding onto her. “But I’m kind of exhausted.”
“Did something happen?” she asked lying her head back down on his chest this time. “Did some wolves make an appearance?” she yawned.
He hesitated to tell her but she deserved to know the truth. For tonight he didn’t want to disturb her sleep. Let her enjoy one more night of blissful ignorance about how much danger was all around her.
“I’m really tired. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” he asked, yawning himself.
“Ok,” she yawned again and then settled into his body, falling right back to sleep.
Before long, her rhythmic breathing and the action of the past few hours, caught up to Hank and he too fell into a deep sleep. Unfortunately for him his sleep was filled with nightmares about losing his mate forever.
Chapter 13
Delilah’s eyes widened bigger and bigger the more of his story he told. Hank was afraid her eyeballs might fall out of their sockets if she kept reacting like that
. He held her hand hoping that would comfort her but he could feel her trembling under the weight of all that had happened last night and what it meant for them.
“He’s going to be ok, right?” she said after listening to his tale from the night before. “The young man?”
“Yes, Ryan checked with the hospital and they said he would be fine. They were able to repair all this wounds and stop the bleeding. He’ll live.”
“I’m so sorry you had to do that,” she said softly, ashamed. “It’s all my fault. I – I think I need to leave you all alone.”
Hank held onto her hand even as she stood to go away.
“No!” he growled. “You are not the problem. I won’t have other shifter’s prejudices control my life or yours.”
“But I can’t stand the thought of you killing over – me. It’s wrong.”
“I’m not killing but defending you, my property, my brothers and Waverly. Even if you left, Jeremy isn’t going to let go of this until Waverly also leaves.”
“I think he has a real problem with you as the oldest being with a human,” she countered. “I think he’ll leave Waverly alone. Your human was what broke the wolf’s back!”
“You are my human,” Hank told her tenderly. “You are mine Delilah. Even if you leave you’ll always be mine. I’ll be miserable because I’ll be alone.”
“I’m sure you’d find someone else, a shifter, to take my place.”
“That’s the thing though, for us shifter we only mate with one person. We both have the free will to leave one another but any relationship after the perfect one is appallingly insufficient for our needs. For humans it’s different but I’d like to think you’d miss me.”
Delilah sat back down at the kitchen table. “I would miss you,” she confessed bashfully. “A lot. But I don’t want to make you kill for me. Or have you killed because of me.”
“It won’t be because of you,” Hank repeated a little exasperated. “These are not our issues. They are Jeremy’s and his pack’s prejudices.”
“Do you think other shifters feel the same way?”
“Perhaps. But maybe not. I don’t know. It’s something we can look into. I don’t want you out of my life sweetheart. I love you. I want you. I need you. Don’t leave please.”
“You don’t have to beg. I don’t want to go.”
She stared at him for a long minute wondering what to do. She couldn’t abide by the violence that threatened to overwhelm them but she was at a loss at how to stop it.
If even her leaving wouldn’t calm the wolves down, what else could she do? Waverly was not leaving Ryan. They were already married. Hank didn’t want her to leave. She didn’t want to leave.
“Ok,” she finally said. “I won’t leave. We’ll fight this together.”
“I’d rather not see you anywhere near this fight,” he responded quickly. “I want you safe.”
“But I’m part of the issue. I don’t want you fighting either. How can we stop this from escalating?”
“Good question. Perhaps we can request a council meeting to discuss the issue of shifters mating with humans. If the council thinks it’s ok, I think most shifters would be fine with it. And I don’t see why the council wouldn’t approve, since I’m pretty sure at least one of them is married to a human herself.”
Delilah broke into a bright smile.
“This sounds like a plan I can get behind!” she exclaimed. “Yes, let’s call a council meeting. As soon as possible. Can you do that? Or do you have to go through someone else to get on the schedule?”
“I’ll call up the council members I know and see if they can put us on their schedule for an emergency meeting. It only meets once a quarter and they’ve already met for this quarter. If they know war is being threatened they’ll want to hold a meeting quickly.”
“Do you think you could speak at the council meeting?” Hank asked wondering how far his mate was willing to go.
She swallowed hard and even though the thought terrified her, she nodded her head yes. “I will. If it will head off a war and keep you, your family and Waverly safe.”
“That’s my brave girl!” he chuckled at her. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her fiercely. His tongue swept through her like an electrical prod, lighting up all her senses and making her body tremble with his wanton need for her.
God he loved the taste of her. He needed more than her mouth. Standing her up he pulled away from her far enough to watch her desire hooded eyes stare at him as he unbuttoned her jeans and took them off of her. He groaned when he looked down at her pussy and found her wearing white lace panties that looked so innocent and fresh.
“Sorry babe,” he moaned and grabbed the sides of her panties and ripped them off her body. She gasped at his display of strength. Not that her panties were all that hard to get rid of, but it still took some power to tear the material.
He grabbed her hips and picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table.
“Let me in sweetheart,” he begged lightly as he sat down in his chair and saw her draw her knees closed. “I promise we will both enjoy the experience.”
He kissed her on the top of her knees.
She looked down at him biting her lip in trepidation. No man had ever gone down on her. The one who had tried said she was too hairy that she was unsanitary “down there.” She had always shaved since then but had not recently shaved since she didn’t think Hank would be willing to do this to her.
Counting only on an in and out and thank you ma’am, she had not groomed herself as well as she should have. She shaved everywhere else she needed smoothed out. Except her pussy.
“What’s troubling you Delilah?” he asked sensing her anxiety. He laid a hand on her thigh and felt her tremble beneath it. “Have you never done this before?”
She shook her head. “Once before,” she told him shyly. “He didn’t like – how I – groomed myself down there.”
“Stop right there,” he interrupted her. He was angry with the man who had hurt her so much she refused to open up to him physically at least. “He was an asshole whoever he was that said that. I’m sure you take care of yourself very well.”
“I didn’t shave – there,” she confessed, flinching already in anticipation of his reaction. He saw it and hated the man even more.
“Good,” he pronounced gladly. “I was wondering if you would have curls or not. Now I get to see.”
“You were?” she said with total surprise
“Yes baby. I’m curious about everything with regards to you. Although I must admit a certain specific affinity for your pussy.”
She smiled at him coyly.
“Ok,” she said and then slowly opened her legs. Her thighs hid from his view what he needed. He grabbed both knees and bent down to kiss his way from there to her thighs alternating between her two legs. As he did so, he spread her legs even wider until he could see for himself whether she had curls or not.
She did.
When his hot mouth descended onto her womanhood, she lost all control over herself. She collapsed onto the table, her back arching as he slid his tongue up and down her slit. The most magical feeling of connection and intimacy hit her square in the gut. Never had a man been this close to her very core and enjoyed it.
“Oh god yes!” she cried out, sinking her fingers into his thick brown hair. She didn’t push his face into her, afraid he wouldn’t be able to breathe but she couldn’t stop her hips from fucking his face. “Please!”
She needed his mouth on her clit. Exclusively she masturbated with clitoral stimulation. It was always a mild release of tension. But her anticipation of what it would be like with Hank’s tongue roaming over her clit made goose bumps pop up all over her body.
“Yes!” she cried again when he finally found her clit. In order to better play with it, he grabbed her hips and held them down. He smiled at her groan of frustration at not being able to face fuck him. He’d make it up to her.
He fluttered his tongue against
her clit and was rewarded with it getting hard. Once it was engorged, he sucked on it. It took a little power to keep her from coming off the table when he did that. She hadn’t come yet but she was close.
Pulling away he looked at his handy work. She was wet and dripping onto the kitchen floor. Her pussy lips were red and puffy, almost as dark as her curls. Her scent wafted up to him and it nearly overwhelmed him. The heat from her core threatened to burn him. But he didn’t care. He would be willing to be branded for a taste of her.
He shook his head at the asshole that told her she wasn’t bald enough for him to go down on her. Some men were too scared to confront a woman’s cunt, not knowing what to do with it. He was not one of those men. He knew exactly what to do. He took one more swipe from her puckered hole to her clit and then glued his mouth to the small bundle of nerves.
As his tongue worked her clit, he slid a finger into her pussy. Christ she was tight. He tried two fingers and felt her resist him. This was definitely a virgin cunt. His bear roared with proud satisfaction at being the one to take her innocence. He had been quiet until then. Now he rode Hank hard to fuck her already.
But Hank realized that they would have to work up to that. She was so tight. If he entered her now, he would hurt her. He needed to loosen her up. She was moist enough as her fluids gathered on his hand as his fingers went in and out of her, as he thrust in deep, with long firm strokes. Soon he had both his mouth and fingers moving together to bring her to the edge.
The noises she was making were driving him crazy. Since he only could hold down one of her hips, she started riding his hand hard. Meeting him stroke for stroke. Her back arched and she called out to him.
Right as he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his fingers, he pulled away from her clit and told her to come for him. She screamed his name and he felt her pussy muscles try desperately to cling onto his fingers. They clenched and pulled at him. Her continued low groan of his name, made his already hard cock, steel. She convulsed a few times and then went silent and still.
When he pulled away from her, he saw blood on his fingers. He had taken her virginity. It was enough to make his bear happy. Sticking the digits into his mouth his bear roared at the coppery taste of the blood mixed in with her own sweetness.