by Vivian Arend
Robyn stared at him for a minute and bent her head to write. She handed him the note pad while she signaled like she was drinking from a glass.
Keil turned to read her message as she went to the water bucket.
All my life I’ve been different. But it’s been bad different. It’s hard to share with new people. My only friends my brother and old family friends.
But you accept me right away. You trust me right away.
Your brother is an idiot right away! You’re real with me.
All that makes me very happy.
Keil lifted his head to see Robyn watching him with her big brown eyes, a soft smile on her lips.
“You have been different, but it’s not because you’re deaf. It’s because you were suppose to be a wolf. You were supposed to be around your pack who would love you and support you. That’s what’s been missing.” He took the glass she held out to him and placed it to the side with care before pulling her back into his arms.
“I won’t rush you, and you probably still have a ton of questions but, Robyn, you need to know that I’ll do anything for you. The connection between us is growing stronger, and I’m glad that I’ve found you.” He leaned down and kissed her.
Soft. Gentle. A kiss of exquisite tenderness. He put his heart into the motion, trying to tell her without words that she didn’t have to worry about him and that all the concerns of the day would work out fine in the end.
“How can I feel this connected with someone I just met?”
Keil froze.
He’d heard her voice in his mind.
Pulling back from her he stared into her eyes. He thought it would happen, but not already. They weren’t even mates yet. She hadn’t had her wolf triggered.
It was impossible.
“How did you do that?” Keil asked.
Her face grew puzzled and Keil tried to paste on a smile. It must have not worked because Robyn pulled away.
“Wait, try something for me. Tell me your favorite colour.”
After giving him the “are you insane” look she did oh-so-well, she reached for the notepad.
“No writing. Try and tell me in my head.”
Robyn stared at him. “He’s doing the crazynut thing again. I don’t have a favorite colour to tell him.”
“Everyone has a favorite colour, Robyn.”
All the colour drained from her face. “Did you hear me?”
Keil stroked her cheek and attempted to speak to her mind. “Yup, it goes well with the ‘crazynut thing’ that I do.”
Robyn scrambled backward off his lap, ending up in a pile on the floor.
“Holy shit! You can hear me. I can hear you! How is this possible, Keil?” She pulled herself up to her knees and hugged his legs tightly. Then she dragged herself upright until they were eye-to-eye. “Say something else to me.”
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She blew a raspberry at him. “Say something intelligent.”
Instead he dove at her mouth, trailing kisses over her lips and flowing down the edge of her neck to bury his face in the V of her shoulder. “You’re beautiful and you smell like a spring meadow. Your skin feels fresh and clean like the wind blowing over the glacier. You taste like a fresh-caught fish with a good glass of wine.”
“You poet, you. You’re making me hungry.”
Keil lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “You make me hungry too, and I’m planning on doing something about it. I wanted to wait but…”
Her fingers laced into the hair at the back of his neck. “This is crazy. My body feels like I’m on fire. How can I hear you? You said this morning that mates could sometimes speak like this but we’re not mates. I mean, doesn’t that require us to have sex first?”
“It usually does, Robyn. The only thing I can think of is the adrenaline rush from the avalanche triggered you and started to link us. You’re an exceptionally strong wolf, and so am I. Not that I’m bragging or anything.”
Robyn blinked at him and he grinned back as he stood, lifted her and took a step toward the sleeping platform. He stopped and checked around the room. Shaking his head he turned back, a dark expression of longing on his face.
“Damn, I want you. But not here. Get your things together.”
“We’re going to have sex? Now?”
She was thinking so hard Keil could hear the echo of her concern bounce off the mountainside. “Now. And if that means we not only trigger your wolf, we get you pregnant at the same time, we’ll hold a double celebration. You’re my mate, Robyn. That means lots of great sex and a family to boot. Whenever it happens, sooner or later. You have any trouble with that?”
Her shy glance up into his face almost undid him.
Chapter Seven
Robyn shifted uncomfortably on the bench in the annex outside the sauna. Keil had gone back into the cabin with TJ and left her with the directions to relax and wait for him while he grabbed a few things. She added a couple extra logs into the stove, topped up the snow in the buckets and sat to wait.
It was damn uncomfortable to be sitting there knowing any moment a werewolf was going to walk in the door and have sex with her.
Arghhhh. Even the thought made her twitch. What the hell was she doing? This was crazy. It was beyond crazy.
The door opened and Robyn jumped. Sexual heat flowed off Keil’s body and reached to caress her skin.
Okay. She remembered why she was going to do this. Every inch of her was on fire and she was being drawn toward the tall, hard male as if she had ropes that twined about her limbs, trapping her. Keil dropped a blanket on the bench beside her. He glanced at her before lifting her chin with his hand.
“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take this slowly.”
Robyn dropped her eyes, blushing furiously. “I’m scared.”
“Scared of me?”
“Kind of.”
His gentle hand traced over her ear and nestled in the hair at the back of her neck. “I don’t want to scare you, little bird. I want to love you.”
She lifted her eyes to his. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what to do but I’ve never…”
Keil waggled his eyebrows and his eyes brightened. “I know you’ve never. I’m glad you’ve never. It’s good that you’ve never. Now I don’t have to go track down your old lovers to kill them.”
“Possessive much?”
“You have no idea. Yet.” Keil leaned closer to brush his lips over hers. “Wait until you are fully wolf. I bet you’re going to be just as possessive about me. Wolves mate for life, and we don’t like to share.”
Robyn shifted again on the hard bench. How could she want this much and still feel afraid to take the next step. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to build up her courage.
A gentle touch pulled her to her feet. “You’re thinking too hard. Let’s go slow. You must be sweaty from our ski and digging up TJ. Let me help wash you up.”
Keil’s hands drifted over her shoulders, pulling her up against his body for a brief caress as he reached behind her body to grasp the bottom of her long-sleeved T-shirt. With a slow fluid motion, he lifted it off her, then dropped it on the bench behind them.
As his eyes traced over her torso, Robyn fought the urge to cover her chest with her hands. Ugh. She had to decide to be seduced in a mountain cabin wearing her plainest and sturdiest underwear. Luckily Keil’s face didn’t seem to express any displeasure with what he saw.
And neither could Robyn complain. Keil removed his own shirt with one swift yank and stood inches away from her, his rock-solid abs tempting her fingers.
“Damn. Just…damn. Is what they mean by washboard abs? Can I do some laundry?”
Keil smiled and reached for her. Removing the tight sports bra didn’t go as smoothly. In the middle of pulling it off, Keil’s hand got stuck in the twist of the Y back and Robyn froze with her arms pulled over head, bra wrapping her tight with Keil’s forearm. The heat rose in her face.
“Hell of a thing to happen, but don’t worry. This gives us some very interesting possibilities.” Keil lowered his head to press a kiss on her neck, fluttering soft kisses down over the tops of her exposed breasts, sending chills shooting through her even as he supported and stretched her arms above them.
His touch was gentle but the restrained power was there, under the surface. His tongue stroked over her skin toward her cleavage then his teeth nibbled back up the line of heat he’d created all the way to her lips. His hand was loose from her bra and she lowered her arms slowly, his hot gaze never leaving her body.
“Take off the rest and I’ll get the shower ready.” He spun around quickly, leaving Robyn wondering what she’d done wrong.
“Keil?”
His strong arms poured the heated water into the holding tank over the top of the shower. “I need to cool off a bit. You’re very beautiful and because you’re my mate, I really, really want you. I’m trying to keep things slow here.”
After prepping the water, he placed her into the shower, turning her body until she was wet from head to toe. With a flick of the wrist, he stopped the water and picked up the washcloth and soap. Starting at the back of her neck, he rubbed small circles over her skin, covering her shoulder blades, slipping over her spine until his hands cupped both cheeks of her ass.
Robyn dropped her forehead against the side of the shower stall and closed her mind to everything but the wonderful sensations racing over her skin at his touch. The heat from the sauna warmed the side room they were in to the point that she was comfortable even as droplets continued to cling to her skin. His mouth fastened on her neck, lapping at stray pebbles of water pooled there. Her womb clenched, releasing moisture as every stroke of his tongue sent thrills through her body to increase the desire mounting deep inside.
His touch dropped lower as Keil squatted behind her, his hands caressing down one leg. The small circular motions were driving her crazy as he teased, moving closer to the core of her heat and retreating without satisfying.
“Turn around, beautiful.”
Keil’s voice in her mind was deep and dark. It sounded like rich chocolate and Robyn was so into chocolate.
His voice made the tingles race.
Robyn pivoted to face Keil as he continued to kneel in front of the shower stall. She gazed down at him and was shocked by the powerful look of need reflected up at her. He drew a shaky breath, dipped his washcloth into the warm water he had by his side and the torment began again.
Only now Robyn could watch him as well as feel his touch. He dropped his gaze to her body as he washed her feet carefully, before he moved up her legs. She reached out a hand to caress over his head, enjoying the erotic feel of his hair under her fingers. She bent over and loosened his ponytail holder, combing out the braid to watch the dark strands pour over his shoulders in a fountain of dark silk.
His attention had reached the level of her pussy and she drew in a sharp breath as he licked his lips and shot her a glance hot enough to make her melt. The cloth dipped and this time Keil lifted it still dripping to softly touch her folds. The warm water ran over her skin, slipping into the crevices hidden from his eyes only to continue the journey down her legs in slow rivulets.
Keil dropped the cloth to the side and used both hands to part her to his gaze. Robyn shivered at the intimate touch and closed her eyes only to have them shoot open at the feel of his tongue darting against the small nub he had exposed.
“Ohhh.”
Keil’s mouth lowered on her, his tongue gentle as it slipped up and down the sides of her labia, each pass including a circle around the tip of her clitoris.
While one hand held her open, the fingers of the other dipped lower, and Robyn felt him explore her pussy, tracing circles in the moisture he found there.
“Oh, babe, you are extremely beautiful. You may have never made love before, but your body knows what to do. Feel how wet you are, Robyn? That’s your body getting you ready for me. You’re wet and hot and…” his tongue dipped lower to thrust up into her depths, “…and oh-so-tasty.”
Robyn was sure she was going to collapse; she shook as the assault on her pussy continued. Keil raised one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, opening her more to his touch. He reached up and pressed back on her torso until she leaned on the shower wall, then his hands came and supported her hips.
With that single motion she was held in his grasp, completely at his mercy as his mouth increased its tempo, licking and caressing every inch of her pussy, his hot breath bathing her limbs. The tension inside her was rising, closer and closer to exploding when one hand dropped back down and he slipped a finger into her passage and stroked in and out.
“Robyn, does it feel good? I want you to enjoy this.”
She tried to engage her brain enough to speak to him, but it was impossible. She was a puddle of warm goo, and if he wasn’t careful, she was going to slip down the drain. The tingles had been replaced by electrical zaps that could power a small village, and she was panting hard enough she was in danger of hyperventilating.
A second finger joined the first and the feeling of fullness countered with the exquisite torture on her clit sent her over a cliff with an explosion that knocked her off her remaining leg. Supported only by Keil’s hands and the wall behind her Robyn’s body squeezed hard around his fingers, moisture drenching him as his tongue continued to lap at her.
“Hmmm, you don’t need to talk. I know you liked that. You are delicious.” He kissed a trail up to her bellybutton, then stood her on her feet. His tender touch supported her until she stopped swaying. He flicked on the tap and the warm water of the shower slid over her skin. Keil’s hands brushed soft and gentle over her back, rinsing away the soap he’d used earlier. As the water stopped Robyn opened up her eyes to stare directly into his face.
Heat and deep need shone back at her. Wrapping his arms around her, Keil lifted her and walked into the sauna, leaving the door open behind them. He sat on the widest bench and arranged her on his lap facing him.
Kisses like a ten-car pile-up were followed by his hands soft and gentle over her breasts. Robyn let her head fall back as Keil palmed one breast and lowered his mouth to the other, lapping and suckling at the rosy tip until it hardened to a peak. He switched his attention to the other side, each tug of his mouth sending another streak of desire from her nipple to her core, tension building as her desire for Keil grew stronger.
He smelt good. He felt even better.
Robyn let her fingers wander over his shoulders and down his torso as he made love to her breasts. Slipping her fingers through his hair she felt the connection between them growing tighter, more concentrated. Tendrils of emotion, not only desire but affection and friendship, wrapped around her.
More than sex, they were definitely making love.
Robyn lifted her head to stare at Keil. He sat back and leaned against the wall. His eyes were full of raw emotion.
“Did you feel that? That was… Wow.”
“I felt it. Wow is right. Robyn, touch me.”
He took her hand and led it down to his cock where it stood rigid between their bodies. He was so hard the swollen head tapped his belly, a drop of moisture clinging to the small slit. As Robyn’s fingers softly stroked him, velvet over steel, Keil’s eyes closed and a shiver ran through his body.
Robyn swallowed hard. She used both hands to explore, trying not to freak out at how big it seemed. “Umm, Keil? I think I’m afraid again. No way will this thing fit in me. Ugh. I’ve read that in stories before and it sounded stupid, but seriously, you are hung like a damn horse.”
Keil’s laughter shook his body. “And in all the stories you’ve read, does the ‘thing’ fit?”
“Yes, but—”
“No butts, not today.” Keil’s strong hands slapped gently on her ass cheeks. “We’ll save that for another time.”
“Now you’re really scaring me!”
Keil lay on the bench and m
ade Robyn straddle his body, his cock pressed hard along the cheeks of her ass. His hands continued to smooth over her back, her breasts, her belly. Each stroke raised Robyn’s temperature as the tremors grasped her.
His fingers touched her clit, making small circles along the wet lips of her pussy until he pushed her over the edge into another orgasm.
When her breath was halfway back to normal, Keil lifted her hips up and supported her over the tip of his cock. She took her weight onto her knees and he used one hand to rub the wet head of his shaft against her pussy lips again and again.
“Ride me. Go as slow as you want.”
She reached down and joined her hand to his as he directed his cock into the warm depths. Robyn watched Keil’s face. Tenderness reflected in his eyes, dark need and desire.
Slow and steady she pressed down, freezing as the first inches of the mushroomed head of his shaft stretched her wide. The sides of her passage were wet but she felt every bump and vein as his heat stroked her.
“Oh lordy, that feels good.”
“Little bit more, babe.”
Each rise and fall of her hips fed the fire building in her belly. Each time, inch by glorious inch, more of Keil slipped into her depths until the pressure shot to pain and she hesitated.
“Keil?”
“Lean forward, and let me have those beautiful lips for a minute.”
His mouth met hers and she tangled their tongues together, letting Keil take control of her hips as he continued to stroke in and out. His tongue licked down the corner of her mouth to lap at her neck and her brain shut down. He suckled at her skin then put his teeth on her.
One solid thrust with his hips drove him through her barrier to rest balls deep inside her pussy. Simultaneously he bit down on her neck and the joint pleasure/pain of the two piercings flashed through Robyn’s body, her inner walls clutched at his cock, her hands tangled in his hair.
“Sweet mercy, what have you done to me?”
He pulled her torso against his body and held her tight, waiting as she adjusted to his girth stretching her. The feel of his hard body under her hands, the beating of his heart mixed with the pleasure still tingling through her washed away the remnants of pain.