by AJ Blackburn
So, while I was upside down, dangerously dangling from a tree branch pretending to be Tarzan, beating my chest and wailing, yes the memory haunts me too, Hunter walked into the clearing and his chocolate brown eyes met mine from across the bonfire. The flames cast dancing shadows across his sensual features, and a sharp pain lanced through my chest... and then I mother fucking fell out of the tree, into a massive heap on the ground! I can still hear the echo of hysterical laughter from Phoenix, I'm pretty sure she pissed herself.
"I could have broken my neck, you dick head!" I shouted at her from the ground. My swearing really comes out with alcohol and I couldn’t tell my arms from my legs at this point. I was an utter tangled mess; leaves and mud squishing into my hair, still only in shorts and my turquoise bra. Then his hand found mine and he pulled me up from the ground to stand me upright, but my legs promptly gave out under me. He caught me before I hit the mud again.
"I'll just keep hold of you," he said as his face came into focus...Oh. My. God. I'm glad he was holding me as I'd have been a soggy mess on the floor again. Obviously, he had been sculpted by the most talented artist to have ever lived, or maybe he stepped out of the gates of hell. He epitomises the saying ‘hot as hell’. High sharp cheekbones, heavy brow, the perfect M to his upper lip with a sensual biteable lower lip, dark brown styled hair to match his piercing hazel eyes that twinkled with playfulness. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs, I knew my eyes would have dilated with pure lust, and then his mouth curved even more.
“There you are. My mate.”
That was it, wetness soaked my panties. His voice was like honey, thick and sweet, and I'd felt it drip over my entire body and settle into my bones.
"Mate." I had at this point lost the ability to form coherent sentences. "Yes."
His smile spread into a chuckle, and damn he had dimples.That was it, I was gone. Then he was pulling me against him, moulding me to his body as he inhaled my scent. I did the same and my mouth watered. His scent, pine and fresh rain, earthy and masculine, leaked from his pores. He pulled back and looked at me, his playful eyes had taken on another look, a look of raw, sexual need. And if it was possible, I'd grown even wetter.
"EMBER!" Phoenix suddenly bellowed at me. I’d totally forgotten it was our twenty-first birthday! I turned to her, she had two males following behind her, one was shirtless so I presume it was his shirt that she was wearing. Hunter had kept hold of my hand, and Phoenix's eyes had widened.
"No way! He's your mate!" She squealed and launched herself at me, and it didn't matter that Hunter had a firm grip of my hand, down me and my twin went again.
Hunter’s hand gently squeezing the back of my neck is all it takes to bring me out of my trip down memory lane. He turns my mouth to his and I know that look he has in his eyes. He can't wait much longer, he wants in me, and gosh if I don’t want the same.
"Do you think we have spent enough time here now?" His question flutters against my lips as his fingers entwine into my hair, pulling slightly.
"Yes," I basically pant back. You would think the effect he has on me would have lessened over the last four years, but if anything it’s stronger.
"Oh come on, go back to your cabin, or the woods." Phoenix winks at me from across our table. I’m on my feet and pulling Hunter with me. Not that he needs much pulling, he’s soon the one pulling me as I try to be polite and say goodbye to our guests.
"See you tomorrow, cover for me, girl," I say to Phoenix as I’m willingly dragged away.
We somehow make it back to our cabin, every pack member has their own dotted throughout our territory in the Pine Forest. There is a large cabin that we use as the main pack house, but we all like our own space too.
I walk inside first, I hear the door close and bolt shut behind me. Hunter spins me around and my back hits the door as all six feet of his power looms in front of me, the heat in his eyes bleeds down my body as he takes me in.
"Ember." Just my name on his lips sounds like an agonised plea. Then his mouth covers mine and his hands tear my dress off my shoulders, his tongue pushes in between my lips to explore my mouth, dominating my own tongue. I moan into his mouth and try to rock my hips into him, searching for some relief from the need building between my legs, but he pins my hips with his hands and he pulls back from the devastating kiss.
"Don’t you dare be a monster and make me wait, you teasing goof." His mouth curves at one side at my frustrated outburst.
“Swearing at me?” he mocks, eyes twinkling. “I won’t make you wait, my little wolf, but I am going to taste you first." Oh, okay I'm all for that.
"Well come on then." I quirk one perfectly plucked brow at him. Challenging him is always fun. His eyes grow more intense as he tears the rest of my dress and it drops to the floor in tatters. His eyes roam over me. I know he loves my black lace French panties because his mouth is back on me in a second and he bites, sucks, and licks his way down my throat, along my collarbone and down to my breasts. Taking my nipple into his hot mouth, he’s torturing me; licking, sucking, nipping. He plucks at my other nipple and rubs either side of my clit, the triple sensations are undoing me. My head falls back, I moan and beg for more, my hands pull at his hair, wanting him to stop but also needing him to carry on.
"More.” My word is a plea of exquisite ecstasy.
Finally, his mouth starts its path lower again and he sinks to his knees. He looks back up at me as he lowers my panties and I step out of them.
A rumble of satisfaction vibrates in his chest and hooking one leg over his shoulder he clamps his mouth over my clit and suckles. I almost buckle to the floor as an orgasm sweeps through me like a train, my body tenses and a scream rips from my throat, my head thuds back against the door. "Yes, Hunter," I moan. He needs no more prompting; two fingers push inside of me and my sex greedily clenches around them. Jeez he isn’t letting up after the first orgasm, and as he curves his fingers just right, he sucks harder and flickers his tongue against my sensitive clit throwing me straight into another one. By the time he comes back up to eye level my knees are shaking and I’m breathing in hard panting breaths.
The heat hasn't left his eyes. Reaching down he lifts me up and hooks my legs around him as he carries me to the bed, laying me down. I watch as he strips, his cock springs out; thick, long, and heavy, it pulses as I watch. Crawling towards him I lick him from base to tip and watch his eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy.
"Unless you want me to fuck your mouth and not your tight little pussy, I suggest you don’t do that again," he orders through gritted teeth and grips my hair.
"Ooo now that sounds like a threat," I tease, looking up at him.
His eyes snap back open and I lick him again. His control breaks, he’s on me in seconds, pushing me back, hooking my legs into the crooks of his elbows. He drives deep into me with one slam of his hips, pushing past my swollen slick flesh. Moans of pure pleasure come from both of us. Then, suddenly he’s powering deep into me with ruthless, hard, deep thrusts, and it’s amazing. He sucks my neck hard and I can feel he is starting to swell. He’s growing thicker inside me and the bite of pain is pure bliss.
"Ember, cum!" His order rings through the room and hot pleasure tears through me as he slams into me one final time and we both tumble into oblivion as we cum together. Sated and exhausted we both collapse against the bed breathing hard. He gathers me against him and whispers into my ear, "I love you, my little wolf." And doesn’t that just make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I love you too.”
The celebration is in full swing by the time Ember and Hunter leave to do the dirty. I’m up for a dance now I've eaten something, so up I get and make my way to where the sound system is blasting out Jason Derulo’s song Savage Love. Starting to sway with the music, my pack mates who are already dancing gravitate towards me. We sway and dance to the music, and I soon lose track of time. The noise and celebrations grow as more and more alcohol is consumed. I’m such a party girl, I love all the
drinking games, the random stripping, the hilarious moments. Especially when someone gets so drunk they are tumbling everywhere; just like Gail is doing now as her mate Frasier tries to grasp hold of her hand to save her, but him being slightly intoxicated too doesn’t help and Gail goes down face first. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me and that seems to send all my pack mates into fits of giggles too.
Poor Gail is getting on a little bit now so we shouldn’t really laugh at her. Frasier gets a grip on her and lifts until she’s on her feet, he whispers something in her ear and she nods along with whatever he is saying, giggling like she is my age. They turn to the woods and stumble off in the direction of their cabin. I let out a little sigh at their retreating backs, it’s so sweet that they have been mated for over forty years and he still takes such great care of her that way.
Wow, where did that thought come from? I obviously need another drink. Spotting that Jack has a bottle of something in his hand, I sway my way over to him, a seductive smile plastered across my face. His eyes flash hungrily down over the contours of my breasts, lingering on my cleavage, before traveling down over my taut stomach, and roaming over my curvy hips. He doesn’t seem to mind that they give me my hourglass figure. His eyes finally track back up to my face and I raise a brow at him.
“Like what you see?” I ask as I twirl in front of him, giving him my arse to look at too. As I come back around to face him, I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and nods. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t tease a lower ranking pack member, but who cares about pack politics. Jack is super-hot, with his ginger floppy hair and hazel eyes, his sweet boyish features, and yes, he might be twenty-one, but really it’s only four years younger than me. I step closer then sway my hips against him while running my hand up his chest and along his arm. I take his bottle off him and have a swig of what I find out is beer, whilst keeping my eyes locked on his. He starts to move with me, finally relaxing, though the bulge now pressing against me as I grind my hips is anything but relaxed. His hands move to grip my hips and he starts getting bolder as he pulls me harder against him and lowers his head to the crook of my neck and inhales. Oops, did I just let a moan slip out? My bad! As he pulls back there is some serious lust in his eyes and a rumble of desire emanates from his chest. I take another long drink and he watches my throat work as I swallow down the liquid. Pulling the bottle from my mouth, I suck my bottom lip in, biting it as I let it back out. His eyes heat more and he lowers his head to my lips. Feeling his breath hot on my mouth I tilt my chin, inviting him to kiss me.
Suddenly, he drops his hands from my hips, drops his eyes to the ground, and takes a rapid step back, like someone just threw ice water over him. Or like a much more dominant male just stepped up behind me.
The same strong hands from earlier snake around me once more, bloody male must always spoil my fun. I lean into him, quickly trying to placate him and draw his attention from Jack. I look over at Jack, he looks like a puppy who has just been scolded for pissing in the house. Jordan can be so mean sometimes. Feeling a little sorry for Jack, I try to step out of Jordan’s hold, but he grips me tighter, and looks pointedly at the younger male. I can feel the waves of power saturate the air between us, the electricity seeming to cause raised goose bumps over my entire body, and hell if it doesn’t turn me on a little. Damn this is all my fault, I only wanted a drink and I pushed the younger male too far, now he is being taunted.
“Did you like dancing with Phoenix?” Jordan’s voice is laced with mockery. Jack still has his head bowed to the floor and looks like he wants the ground to open and swallow him whole. The pack mates around us have shifted further away, yet they keep shooting surreptitious glances in our direction. A low whine comes from Jack.
“Jordan, don’t be a fucking arsehole! I came over to dance with him, was he meant to refuse?” Trying to make my voice sound nonchalant and bored of the whole thing. But Jordan looks on and ignores me.
“I asked you a question, pup," he spits, "and look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jack looks up, but somehow manages to avoid eye contact. Phew, that was what Jordan was hoping for, this younger male to challenge him.
Jack nods once and answers in a low voice. “Yes, I did enjoy dancing with Phoenix. She’s my Alpha’s daughter and she’s also very beautiful.” His eyes shift to me slightly. Wow, that is a bold answer. I smile at him hoping he understands my thanks for his compliment, and his eyes sparkle a little, so I’m taking that as a yes.
“Did I say you could look at her?” I can feel Jordan tensing behind me, shit. The next thing I know he’s moving so fast that I don’t have time to grab him, he grips the front of Jack’s shirt and they go nose to nose. Jack holds Jordan’s challenging eyes for a few seconds, then he drops his gaze to the floor again and his body slackens off. The equivalent of going belly up if he was in his wolf skin. He has no real choice but to take this approach when challenged by a higher ranking pack member, at least not if he wants to get out of this unscaithed.
“Sorry, I won’t touch her again.” He speaks to the floor. Jordan releases his hold and steps back over to me.
“I’m glad you worked that one out quickly, pup. I would have hated for this to have gotten messy. She is mine and you can’t have her I’m afraid.” Jordan smirks and goes to wrap his arms around me. I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. I turn away from him and stalk off the dance floor. Yeah, who’s embarrassed now you jackass. I’m pretty sure this male would piss on me to stake his claim. But one, I’m not up for mating with anyone and certainly not Jordan, and two, I may be into many weird and crazy things, but a golden shower is not my list.
I stalk off into the woods, just at the edge of the party, looking for some alone time, but I know that possessive bastard is following me. I feel the hard-toned muscles of Jordan’s abs press into my back when we are far enough into the trees for privacy. His left hand grips my hip, firmly pulling me against him, his right hand dangerously low on my belly, hinting where he wants it to be. I carry on enjoying the drink I picked up on my way over here, ignoring the twat. He has some explaining to do. Well he hasn’t, I know exactly why he did what he did. Pack fucking politics. Still doesn’t mean I’ll let him off easy, because really it was a dick move. We may be fuck buddies, but we are not exclusive. We both sleep with other people all the time. He was just being big in front of everyone watching, trying to exert power over someone weaker for fun.
“Baby, come on. It’s not like you would have really given him a chance, I was watching you. You only went over to him in the first place because you wanted his drink, then you got carried away. To be honest, it was a real turn on, I was excited by the thought of watching him fuck you. I did think about letting it carry on to see how far you would have gone. But then I watched his face and body change, he was going all in for a power fuck. Like he thought sleeping with the Alpha’s daughter might have gotten him in with some of the more dominant crowd,” Jordan whispers against my ear.
“What, like you do?” I shoot back at him, ignoring the rest of his words. I bring the bottle of stolen beer to my mouth and take a long drink, he just laughs softly.
“Now we both know that isn’t true.” His hand snakes up from my hip and settles around my throat, a dark rumble vibrates in his chest, his hand squeezing with a pressure that for an instance has me worried, before he releases like it never happened. He always tries for dominance, sometimes I let him, sometimes I don’t, because I like to challenge him, show him who's boss. I'm mean like that, plus it’s good to remind him that I’m higher up in pack politics, even if I don’t use that power, it’s still there as the Alpha’s daughter. I push my arse back into him as his thumb rubs circles under my jaw, and it’s all the invitation he needs. Even though I won’t admit it to him, I most likely wouldn’t have slept with Jack, not tonight anyway. As much as I hate pack politics, I do kind of have to abide by them, sometimes. Well, at least when I know people are watching, and tonight they were very intently watching.
His hand creeps through the slit of my dress, settling on the silky wet fabric of my red thong. Letting out a soft moan I lean my head back against his shoulder, giving him access to my neck that he still possessively holds, not because I am submitting or because I think him more powerful, but because his show of dominance on the dance floor was a total turn on, no matter how sorry I’d felt for Jack.
His hot mouth assaults the soft skin of my neck; licking, sucking, and biting. He’s wise enough to never leave a mark on me though. I’m presuming that’s because he likes his crown jewels. His talented fingers rub a little harder and my wetness grows.
"I can smell how much you want me, Phoenix." His sultry voice tickles my ear.
"And I can feel how much you want me." I rock into the hard length of him, pulling an agonised groan from his lips. Then I step away. Knowing he can still hear me as I walk away from him further into the forest, I whisper, "But if you want me, you better hunt me." And then I’m gone, slipping into the darkness of the pine trees. I slip off my dress and thong, dangling it on a branch, you know, just for the effect. Then I shift.
My powerful paws hit the pine-needle covered ground and I run. I zig- zag through the trees, I know these woods well. I’m a blur of pure white against the pitch-black darkness, speed and power seep from me, the creatures of the forest scuttle away as I draw near. I can smell Jordan in the breeze, I know he is closing in. I come to a halt by the river and he appears, trotting out of the woods to my left.