by Casey Morgan
“Mason, I need to shower,” she argued. “This floor is so dusty.”
I pulled myself up on my arms and put my body to hers, showing her why she shouldn’t leave yet. My morning wood pushed into her stomach.
Celeste’s eyes went wide and hot, as desire laced through them. Her pouty lips formed a little O and then stretched into a smile.
At some point last night, she had gotten re-dressed, pulling on my t-shirt and her panties. I didn’t mind her modesty as we slept, but now it all had to go. The sun was starting to poke into the windows, and I wanted to see her bare skin in the light of the new dawn.
Her legs parted under me. I rubbed the head of my hard cock between her legs and into the cotton of her panties. She groaned and let her arms fall over her head.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
Her eyes shut a little as she lost herself to the sensation.
Balancing on one hand, I pulled the t-shirt up and off her. The cool air kissed her ivory skin, causing goosebumps. It was adorable.
Her ample breasts swayed a bit as I humped her, her nipples hard and pointy. I needed my hands free.
“Pull off your panties and put your legs around my hips,” I whispered, as I got to my knees.
Celeste did as she was told, wiggling her legs out of her panties and then wrapping them around me. Her lower lips grazed my dickhead—wet and ready.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. My cock parted her and slipped inside, into the hot, wet confines of her pussy. She was just as tight as the night before, when I had taken her virginity.
I pushed forward, threading inch by inch of my length into her and feeling her pussy walls flex to hold me. She held me perfectly, like a glove—so soft and warm.
Buried deep and satisfied, I leaned forward and played with her breasts. They jiggled under my touch, both firm and soft. I grabbed them, squeezed them and massaged them until Celeste started moaning. She kept it quiet, as to not wake her parents.
Taking handfuls of as much of her breasts as I could, I started fucking her. Her legs gripped my hips tightly, pulling me into her—all the way to my balls, which were getting heavy with seed.
I pushed into and brushed past her cervix, feeling her completely. With each thrust of my cock, my mate got wetter. Each pull and bit of friction made her hotter. Every inch of her was giving me pleasure. It was a feeling I never wanted to give up.
Pushing my cock into her harder, I slammed my hips into hers. Her legs gripped me tight, holding my waist like a vice; her back arched up off the floor.
I moved within her faster. My needs becoming violent. My balls pulled up to my body and my whole shaft quivered as it filled with cum.
“Oh Mason,” she panted. “I can’t… I can’t hold back!”
Her ab muscles contracted tight, and then everything in her released. Her breath exhaled sharply as her orgasm hit.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
Her pussy clamped me tight. It fought my thrusts, pulling at my cock and letting go sharply. The feeling sent me over the edge. I came, squeezing her breasts as hard as I could.
As I slammed my pelvis into hers hard, my cum shot out of my dick and coated her insides. I soaked her pussy walls, rubbing it in with my still thrusting cock.
My dick throbbed with every spurt of cum; it ached in the best way, causing vibrations to run through my whole body. I held still—my cock buried deep inside her—until it stopped.
Spent and happy, I slid out of my love and sat back on my knees. Celeste lay on the air mattress before me, her ivory skin bathed in sunlight and slightly blushed from her orgasm. She looked at me with lowered eyes and put a hand to her lips to cover her smile.
She was perfect in every way.
My cock twitched again and threatened to harden. I had just had her, and already I wanted her again. But time was ticking away and today wasn’t a day for leisure.
“Go on!” I gave her a little slap on the hip. “Get your shower and let me compose myself.”
She giggled and turned over on her knees, ass in the air. It was so round and inviting, and so hard not to reach for. I gave her a good spank and pushed her towards the stairs. Celeste pulled herself up to standing. She pulled on my shirt again but left off the panties.
Knowing that she wasn’t wearing any was driving me wild. By the time she disappeared out of view, up the stairs, I was rock hard again.
I looked down at my straining cock and sighed.
How was I ever going to get through the day?
I stood and stretched nude in the morning sunlight, ignoring my penis and willing it to calm itself.
A flash of movement caught my eye. Quick as lightening, I turned to the front windows. A tall, ugly man was staring in at me through the glass. His chin was large and thrusted out from his narrow lips.
A hawk-like nose took over his long face, making his black eyes seem tiny. He gave me a lopsided smile.
Annoyed at the intrusion of my morning and slightly worried that a customer had showed up early, I grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them on. The man watched my every movement.
I moved to the window and pointed to the sign that said the bakery opened at six a.m., which was still more than an hour away. He shook his head and motioned for me to come outside. His hands were long and narrow, and he didn’t wear gloves in the cold morning air.
I pulled on a t-shirt and stuffed my feet in my sneakers—but left them untied. Whatever this was, I wanted it over quick.
Maybe this bloke was a member of the Southland gang and he just needed a quick lesson. I popped my knuckles and rolled my head on my shoulders, loosening up my muscles just in case he wanted a fight.
Satisfied that I was ready, I pushed through the door and felt the cold morning air on my face. The stranger moved from the window and stood in the middle of the street.
“We don’t open till six,” I started to say.
“We?” he asked, interrupting me. “Since when are you part of the Crescent Moon Bakery?”
He crossed his lean arms in front of his chest and leaned on one hip.
I looked him up and down. We were of similar heights, but I had a good forty to sixty pounds of muscle to him. He would be nothing to me. Just a cocky human.
I scratched my chin, feeling my morning stubble and thinking I needed to get back in there to shave.
“Look mister, I’m the security for the Crescent Moon,” I told him. “I ran off your friends yesterday. Southland Gang isn’t welcome here anymore and we won’t be paying any more money. So just move along.”
He snorted a laugh.
“Southland goes were I tell them to go and this whole block is mine. They will be back if I tell them to come back. Old Man Blenko and I have a deal. Crescent Moon is mine.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Bullshit.”
I pulled my focus onto my alpha powers and willed my eyes to glow.
“Leave now!”
My voice, deep and resonant, filled the street. It echoed off the buildings.
The stranger didn’t move. The air around him shifted and he seemed to get bigger. Then his eyes glowed gold. He was a werewolf too; an alpha like me.
I felt like I had been hit in the gut. I should have known he was here. I should have felt his presence the first day I stepped foot in Gray Acres. Without my nose and my werewolf sense of smell, I was running around a bit blind, but before I had sensed the wolves by just having a feeling.
If that feeling was gone from me now too, I was in real trouble. I had crossed into another wolf’s territory and seduced a woman. A woman I also didn’t realize was Were.
Fuck! What is going on?!
He nodded, seeming to understand my internal dialogue.
“The girl is mine too,” he said. “It is an agreement between me and her father.”
I dropped my head, anger seeping into me. The Blenkos knew Celeste was a Were and they kept it from her. No doubt they probably thought she was some kind
of monster and were trying to keep her from ever shifting. That would fit their religious profile.
It was a lot of information and I focused on the detail that made me the maddest.
“Why are you ordering Southland to harass them if you have a deal with Mr. Blenko?” I snapped. “Shouldn’t you be protecting what is yours?”
The other alpha gave a slight, careless shrug.
“Blenko wanted her pure till she was twenty-five. I get her sooner if she shifts. Tension brings on the shift.”
He dropped his hands and twisted his long fingers through his belt loops.
“I’m getting tired of waiting, and if paying Southland to harass the Blenkos gets them out of my territory, then all the better. I just want the girl. The parents can go.”
He relaxed his head to one side and gave me a lazy smile, all his teeth showing.
I clenched my hands into fists.
“Celeste is mine. I’ve asked her to be mine and she has accepted.”
He leaned back on his heels.
“Nonsense. Have you told her what she is?”
“Not yet.” I looked down, guilt wracking me. “Soon.”
He laughed and threw up his hands.
“Then how will she ever trust you? Be gone, pup!”
“No, I will fix this. She is mine.”
“This is my territory, pup.” He raised one long finger. “You’re clearly broken and weak. You didn’t even know I was here. What else are you going to miss? How can you protect that girl?”
His words unnerved me. I had fought alphas in the past. Even without my nose, I had sensed them, but now, I had missed two wolves in just a week.
I was getting weaker. Maybe Celeste would be better off with this guy.
I flexed my hands. I wanted to tell the alpha to shove off. I wanted to shift and rip his throat out, but I couldn’t. Acknowledging my weakness threw me off.
He paced towards me a few feet.
“Ever been near a new shift?” he asked casually.
I shook my head.
“Without being bound to an alpha, new wolves go wild. Those who shift without allegiance will be consumed with blood lust. The change causes them to go crazy. I’ve seen unguided Weres kill their whole adoptive families.”
I knew this; I had heard it all before, but the words sent shivers down my spine.
He was very close to me now and his presence ripped at my skin—his alpha influence fought with mine.
“Can you contain the girl?” he whispered. “If you pull her to shift, can you control her before she tears that old immigrant couple to shreds?”
I pushed him back, putting my hands to his chest. He stumbled slightly but never lost his smile.
“I am Alpha enough.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” the other alpha laughed. “You’re broken and it’s just a matter of time till your dead. Don’t take her with you.”
He turned away from me and walked down the street. After a few steps, he turned his head back.
“Leave, pup. Get your hands off what’s mine. I won’t ask again.”
All I could do was stand there and watch him go.
Chapter Seventeen
Celeste
Fifteen more basket orders came in throughout the day and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. It was a lot of work for three people and Mason was really inexperienced at baking.
After his third burned batch of sugar cookies, I had to tell him to work up front while Mary and I baked. Part of me hated to have him out of my sight, but I had to be practical and do what was best for the shop.
I was so glad that Mason was there. Dominic and the Southland crew hadn’t been back all day. I was sure they were somewhere nursing their wounds. The thought of them injured and hurting pleased me more than I wanted to admit. I wanted Mason to teach me some of the fighting moves he did—granted I couldn’t lift a grown man off his feet, but the kicks and grabs would be useful.
I hummed through the kitchen, fighting my worries and trying to feel every bit a queen of my domain. I kept telling myself that I had everything under control. Cookies were baking, the phone was ringing with more orders, and a steady stream of customers was coming into our humble shop.
I was in charge of everything and I knew my father would be proud if he could see me working. Mother would come downstairs occasionally, but she mostly concentrated on making meals for my father and herself and didn’t comment on how the bakery was doing. That was fine with me.
The oven timer dinged. Another batch of large sugar cookies was done.
I dropped the icing smoother I was using back into the red icing bowl—noticing it was running low—and grabbed a hot pad and swung the oven open. A warm blast hit me in the face along with the smell of fresh baked cookies.
I pulled the cookie sheet out and smiled when I saw that every single cookie was perfect. None were broken and none had become misshapen.
Setting the cookie sheet on the cooling rack, I turned back to the red icing bowl. The frosting that was left wasn’t going to be enough at all.
“Grab the red food coloring and mix up another batch of icing,” I ordered Mary.
She didn’t reply.
I turned back to the heart-shaped cookies I was icing with red. A few minutes later, Mary’s small feet appeared in my view.
As usual, she was shaking slightly. I stood back, set the icing smoother back in the bowl, and looked at my constantly nervous friend. She was frowning.
“Celeste, we are out of food coloring,” she told me.
I moved back to the counter and iced another cookie with our homemade frosting.
“Nonsense,” I told her. “I figured out how much we would need. Check the panty. There should be three more boxes.”
She didn’t move. She just stood next to me, shaking.
“I did. We’re out.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but every word grated on my nerves.
I froze and looked to her. I was pretty sure she hadn’t checked the pantry and it annoyed me that she didn’t just do what I had said. Why was she being so stubborn all of a sudden?
“Don’t be an idiot,” I snapped. “Check the pantry. Second shelf, where it always is. There are three more boxes.”
She stood there, quivering and frowning.
Ugh!
Her constant fear was disgusting. I turned to face her and raised an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look.
“I did check,” she argued.
Her voice started to shake as well.
“We are out. Should I go to the store?”
My chest clenched and heat started to blossom in my shoulders. Suddenly, everything seemed to be too much. I was seeing red and furious.
Mary wasn’t listening and she was wasting time when were we very busy. I wanted to rip her to shreds or bite her or cut her with the nearby butcher knife.
Wow! Stop! I told myself.
This much anger wasn’t like me. I turned from my friend and dropped my shoulders. I took a few breaths to relax. I must have just miscalculated what we needed. The Southland gang wouldn’t be back today; we could send Mason to the store.
It will all be okay, I told myself.
As Mary looked at me for answers and waited, I started moving a few fresh-baked cookies off the cookie sheet, gently scraping the spatula under them and balancing them on it till they reached the cooling sheet.
The third one that I moved broke. It crumbled, getting bits all over the counter. I jumped back, like something bit me. The pieces of cookie slid off my spatula and dropped onto my shoes. They fell apart and sunk onto the floor making a mess.
“Damn it,” I yelled.
Mary flinched. My eyes snapped to her huddled, shaking shoulders. What a wreck she was; she couldn’t even stand loud words. It was disgusting.
I reached a hand up and put it to my head. My whole body was suddenly aching, like my skin was too small or just wrong. My nose burned and I wanted to claw at it. I pressed my other hand to
my face and let out a low moan.
Mary was still standing right next to me. When I looked at her, her eyes were wide. She looked concerned and fearful.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I barked at her.
She opened and closed her small mouth a few times and backed away slowly.
“Celeste?!”
My mother was standing in the kitchen doorway. Her narrow face was pinched into a frown and her hands were clenched. Suddenly ashamed of my behavior, I took my hands from my face and buried them in my small apron.
“Why are you cussing at Mary?” my mother demanded.
Her eyebrows were clenched together, making her narrow face seem even smaller.
Trying to act like what just happened didn’t, I busied myself around the kitchen.
“It was nothing,” I told her. “I just lost my temper for a moment. A bit of a headache. We’re out of food coloring and I need cash to send Mason to the store.”
Mom moved further into the kitchen and leaned on the island. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at my face.
“Why would you send that stranger out with our money? Just send Mary. It’s just ten minutes.”
She was second-guessing me, and it grated on my nerves. I could feel every word she said like a physical itch or cut on my skin. Still, I tried to smile at her and keep calm.
“I need Mary here to help me bake. Mason can go,” I told her. “What if the closest store is out of red dye? I swear I bought all their bottles. I’ve got this covered, Mom. Go back upstairs.”
The last part came out sounding more like an order than I intended it to.
Mom tutted at me.
“You are not yourself, I see. Perhaps trying to be in charge is too much for you.”
She looked down at the broken cookie bits on the floor by my feet. There were also all the burnt cookies that Mason had attempted, strewn about haphazardly. Her face clenched and she seemed to be revolted.
I had been working so hard, her words were like a blow to the gut. My hands clenched into fists.
Mom was wrong; I was doing a wonderful job. Ignoring her stern look, I walked around the island to the set of drawers that held the petty cash box. My mother moved to my side quickly. She watched carefully as I pulled out a ten-dollar bill.