by Casey Morgan
The sight made my dick rise quickly and my inner wolf growl. If I didn’t act soon, I would have her nude and bent over the counter—my hard cock thrust between the flesh of her pink pussy.
I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I forced it.
“I’m going to go for a run,” I grunted.
Celeste straightened up and looked at me.
“I need to get rid of some of this extra adrenaline.”
And jerk off to thoughts of you, my mind finished.
She hopped off the counter and walked towards me. “That’s a great idea!”
Relief flooded though me. I knew the gang wouldn’t be back so soon, but I didn’t want her to be scared of me leaving, so I was glad that she wasn’t.
I crossed the kitchen quickly, finding my duffel bag and the joggers I had inside.
“Right, I’ll change and be on my way in a few minutes. I’ll just be gone for an hour or so,” I assured her. “The bakery will be fine while I’m gone.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Celeste nodded and followed me out into the seating area.
I nodded to her happily and went into the bathroom to change. A run would ease everything. I could get away from her and get my head right. My wolf would be happy with the stress-relieving exercise, too.
When I came out of the bathroom, Celeste was tying her own running shoes while sitting on a chair near the door. In the few minutes I had been in the bathroom, she must have run upstairs and changed into tight black sweatpants.
At the sight of me, she stood and pulled one of her legs up into a stretch. The swell of her curves was even more defined in this outfit and I could barely think. My mouth must have been hanging open.
“Let’s go!”
She gave me a big grin and pushed the door open. She was out and jogging down the block before I could even register what was happening.
Oh shit!
I dashed out the door and went to catch up, but it was easier said than done. The sight of her ass bouncing while stuffed in tight pants was too much.
Maybe I would just stay behind her the whole time. But then I thought of her huge breasts and started running harder.
When I caught up to her, Celeste gave me a lazy smile, like this was all fun and games. I tried not to look, but everything that made me a man wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t.
My eyes moved down from her face and saw glory. Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling hypnotizingly beneath her sweatshirt and sports bra. It was hard to look away from such a sight, but I did and then I narrowly missed running into a mailbox.
Celeste laughed gently.
Was she aware of what she was doing to me?
She sped up a bit and I matched her speed. After a few blocks, we were out of the town proper and heading towards the woods. My inner wolf relaxed as we approached the trees, allowing me to think a little clearer.
My tension eased and I smiled at Celeste. She smiled back; she wasn’t even winded. Jogging was something she must do often.
The air was cold, but my body warmed under the exertion. Celeste didn’t seem bothered either. Odd, for a human.
Our feet hit a dirt path and she turned to me.
“Bet you can’t catch me!” she yelled and then she sprang forward like a rabbit.
The sight of prey running was too much for my inner wolf. He growled in my head and begged me to shift.
I held back, but just barely. My feet sped up. My legs tensed with movement and my heart pumped.
Ignoring the beauty of the forest around me, my mind was consumed with the thought of what I would do with Celeste when I caught her. I let all my werewolf strength flow through me and increased my speed.
Damn, she was fast. Every time I ran faster, Celeste did, too.
I should have caught her by now, my brain worried. But my confusion was overwhelmed by my hard cock that ached to rub up against the bouncing ass in front of me.
We dashed into a clearing and she stopped short, just barely avoiding a shallow pond made from melting snow.
Panting, her arms held up over her head, she looked down at the water as I plunged into her from behind. I didn’t stop to think. I was beyond reason now. This was stupid and I knew it.
My hands slid around her narrow waist. I pulled her warmth against me and buried my face in her blonde hair.
My momentum carried us forward. I picked her up for a few steps until she was braced against the trunk of a tree. Her full body and each delicious curve were squished up against me and the tree before her.
But she didn’t complain or try to get away. She panted harder in my arms and I put my lips to her throat.
Woof! The wolf inside me screamed.
I ignored him, as I was caught up with the desires of man. The curve of her neck was beautiful, and I kissed every inch of it.
Silken stands of her hair covered my face and caught in my stubble, but I didn’t care. I wanted to taste her by licking and kissing her. Her skin was smooth and warm under my lips.
Celeste put her hands up against the tree and pushed back into me. Her ass pushed into my hard cock and she gasped a little. Part of me told myself to slow down and see if she was scared but I couldn’t.
I kissed her shoulder and ran my hands up and over her sweatshirt. Only a thin layer of cloth separated my hands from her full, heavy breasts. I fondled them and squeezed them gently. Her body shook with pleasure against mine.
Woof! My instincts screamed again, but I was too blinded by lust to figure out why.
I pulled my face away from her neck to look for wolves or people in the area, but we were quite alone. As always, I mourned the loss of my nose—in the past one quick huff would have figure out why my instincts were going wild.
Celeste turned in my arms and put her back against the trunk of the tree. Her icy-blue eyes were hot with desire and she bit her lower lip.
There was still some shyness to her due to her lack of experience, but every inch of her body told me she was ready; her large nipples were hard and evident under the cloth of her sweat shirt. I wanted them in my mouth. Soon, but not yet.
She reached up, buried her hands in my hair, and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were hungry and soft under my own. I parted them with my tongue and licked the inside of her mouth.
My hands crept down and cupped her round ass. It curved beautifully down into the tops of her thighs.
I pulled her up into me. Celeste wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned into the tree. Our kisses went deeper. She sucked on my tongue and nibbled my lips.
I pulled back and found the sensitive, sweet spot just under her ear. As I licked and sucked that spot, desire overwhelmed her, and she moaned. He hips thrust against me and I had to step back to retain my balance.
Woof! My inner wolf was growling now, lost to pleasure himself.
I moved forward, pushing Celeste’s back up against the tree again. Keeping one hand securely holding her bottom, I moved the other to the hem of her shirt. Gently pushing inside, I felt the warmth of the bare skin of her stomach.
She offered no resistance and leaned into my touch. My hand crept higher, over her thin waist and under her confining sports bra.
Then I grasped one of her breasts. It was so round and soft—too much for my big hand to hold, and I loved it. Keeping my hand squeezing hard, I ran my thumb over her nipple. Celeste moaned and growled at my touch.
Desperate to suck on her tits, I dropped my hand and pulled up her shirt and bra. Her breasts were bare to the cold air. I put my mouth to one of her nipples and sucked hard.
“Oh God!” she breathed, putting her hands on my shoulders and leaning back. “I’ve never felt… oh God!”
Her nipples were super sensitive. I licked and nibbled both.
Could I make her come just by playing with her breasts? I knew that some women could.
Wait…
Something snapped into place in my lust-addled brain. My inner wolf was happy. Content. Satis
fied. Being with human women in the past never resulted in that.
I pulled back and looked at Celeste. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were clamped shut.
“Celeste! Celeste, look at me,” I ordered, reaching all of my instincts out to her.
“Mmmm?” She moved her head towards me and opened her eyes. “What’s up? Why did you stop? That felt so good.”
My eyes found hers and it felt like my heart stopped.
Her eyes were glowing neon blue.
Celeste was a werewolf.
I couldn’t breathe and stumbled under her weight.
I didn’t realize it sooner because I couldn’t smell her.
I had found a mate. I had found my mate!
After years of being alone, it was too much to handle.
My legs gave out and we both fell to the ground.
Chapter Thirteen
Celeste
For some reason, we both fell. I slammed into Mason’s stomach and all the air left his lungs in a loud huff. I pulled my legs out from under him and jumped to my feet.
“Oh my God! Mason, are you okay?” I asked.
He lay on the cold, muddy ground, wheezing, with one hand over his chest. His eyes were wide and never left my face.
My anxiety was climbing.
Had I done something wrong?
Was he sick?
What happened?
One minute his mouth was on my breasts and the next we were falling to the ground.
I shuffled my feet and opened and closed my hands nervously.
Should I touch him?
Should I call for help?
“Mason, are you okay?” I begged of him again. “Say something. You have me really worried!”
He grabbed his face in agony, rolled and turned his back to me. His big body shook.
“I’m fine, Celeste,” he grunted.
His voice sounding strangled.
“Just give me a minute.”
I reached out to touch his back. He seemed to sense my movement and scooted out of reach. I pulled my hand back quickly, because it almost felt like I had been burned.
Could he literally not stand my touch anymore?
What had I done wrong?
“Just give me a minute, Baby,” he panted. His voice was still strained but I could tell he was trying to sound more cheerful. “Let me get myself together.”
He called me baby!
I felt a blush rush to my cheeks, and I raised my hands to cover my smile.
No man had ever called me that.
Mason rose to his feet, his back still to me, and took a few deep breaths. When he turned around, it looked like there were tears in his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly.
Making my face look serious, I got rid of my goofy smile and raised an eyebrow at him.
He closed the distance between us and put his hands on my shoulders.
I looked up into his dark brown eyes. They seemed to glow amber a bit.
Odd.
I looked down, blinked my eyes and then looked up again.
The amber light was gone.
It must have just been my imagination.
“I’m sorry that happened, Baby.”
He took my jaw in his hands and ran a thumb over my cheek.
“I guess…I guess you just got me too excited.”
He smiled and chuckled weakly at his explanation.
“So, I didn’t do anything wrong?” I glanced down, worried about what his answer was going to be.
His breath caught and his eyes were wide when I looked up at him.
“God no, Celeste. You’re…you’re so,” he stuttered. “Honey, you are an angel and I am truly blessed that you even let me touch you.”
He leaned down and planted a quick, gentle kiss on my lips. I pushed up on my tiptoes to kiss him more, but he pulled back.
“I think we are moving a bit too fast,” he explained. “I don’t want to rush you.”
I wanted to tell him not to worry about it and to take me then and there, but I didn’t. Part of me was still worried that I was doing something wrong because I had never done anything like this before, and if he thought we should wait, then maybe we should.
I didn’t really like the idea, though.
He kissed me on the forehead and pulled me close. His arms were so warm and comforting. I could stay wrapped in them forever. But he pulled back and took my hand.
“Let’s head back, okay?” He looked down at me lovingly. “I’m starving and I’m sure your parents are starting to wonder where we are.”
I nodded, but my feet weren’t ready to move. Our little interim in the woods had been the best moment of my life, except for when he had fallen, and things had turned a little weird.
But now things seemed to be better than ever between us. I wasn’t ready to leave that dream. I wasn’t ready to give up on losing my virginity then and there.
“Come on, Celeste.” Mason pulled me forward, then dropped my hand and started running back down the dirt trail.
I supposed I had no choice.
I watched how his long legs moved, then stared at the broadness of his shoulders. My pussy ached.
Sure, we would wait, I decided.
But not very long.
Chapter Fourteen
Celeste
Dinner with my parents was quiet and hurried. Dad still couldn’t get out of bed, so the three of us ate up in their room. Dad had a tray to put over his lap. Mom and I used their large wooden dresser as a table.
The kale stew that Mom made was bland and needed more meat, but I praised it as I always do for anything that she makes. She didn’t smile at my compliment. I hardly think she heard me.
Her narrow face was pulled tight in worry and she barely took her eyes off my father. He was still very bruised and broken.
Dad, however, tried to act normal. I wasn’t sure how much pain he was in, but he put on a brave face.
He led us through prayers and asked me how the bakery was doing. I told him everything was wonderful and explained to them all about how Mason ran off the Southland Gang.
I didn’t mention the run we took after. Or anything that happened during that run, of course.
At the news about the fight, Dad just nodded his head solemnly. He didn’t seem pleased but he also seemed resigned to let me deal with the situation in my own way for a while—at least until he got better.
My mother kept her mouth shut, but her eyes opened wide at my description of how Mason pummeled the three gangsters.
I think she was trying to not smile in my father’s presence. He changed the subject quickly.
“We are supposed to bake apple strudel tomorrow morning for the church,” Dad said.
We always brought pastries to church meetings and events, free of charge.
“You will have to get up at five in the morning to start the dough, Celeste. Can you handle that?”
I had been up earlier in the past few days, so I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” I said. “I can handle that. Please don’t worry. I promise you that I am running the bakery just as you would, Sir.”
Dad smiled at me and nodded.
“Just rest and get better.”
I rose to my feet and gathered the dishes.
“You too, Mom. Why don’t you stay up here and keep off your feet? I will handle the dishes and make a pot of tea.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but she did relax into her chair a bit, so I knew that my offer was accepted and appreciated. As I walked towards the door, my arms full of dishes, Dad caught my arm. I looked back at him.
“Thank you, Celeste. You are a good daughter,” he whispered and nodded towards my mother.
I looked over. She was already asleep. The stress of the last few days had really been too much for her.
“Forget about the tea, love,” my dad added. “Just turn off the lights.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and I did so.
Balancing the tr
ay of dishes on my hip, I shut their door quietly as I could. My heart was racing, and I could barely contain my smile. With Mom already asleep, I had hours with Mason alone.
I did feel a little guilty, thinking of the way he had told me I was a good daughter. Praise was hard to come by in this house, so it was ironic that I’d received some right after doing something they would definitely not agree with. But more than the guilt, I felt exhilaration and desire.
I worked my way down the stairs and though the double doors to the kitchen. Mason was inside, standing at the counter and eating his own bowl of soup. He didn’t seem to mind not being included in family dinners.
He looked up at me as I crossed the room to the sink.
“How’s your father?” he asked.
“He’s okay. He still can’t stand, but the bruising has gone down. Mom seems exhausted. She fell asleep right after dinner.”
I set the tray on the counter and started the hot water.
“Poor woman.” Mason shook his head. “Nursing like that really requires a professional.”
I let out a breath in a deep sigh.
“I know, but they don’t believe in going to doctors or hospitals. Their religion prevents it.”
I took a bowl, dipped it in the hot water, and began to wash it.
“Their religion?” Mason asked.
I could feel his gaze on my back.
“Not yours?”
I thought a bit about my word choice.
“No, I guess not.” I shrugged. “It’s the only religion I’ve ever been exposed to, but it doesn’t seem quite right for me. They’ve taken me to The Church of the Path of God every Sunday since I was three—when they adopted me—but I can’t say that it means to me what it means to them. You know?”
I turned to look at him and he nodded.
“You know that you were adopted?” he asked carefully.
I giggled. “Yeah, they’ve always been open about that, and hell, it’s not like I look like either one of them. Quite the opposite, really.”
I ran hot water over the soapy bowl and then set it into the drying rack.
“Do you remember your birth parents?”
Mason came over to my right side, grabbed the bowl in the drying rack and a towel and proceeded to dry it properly.