by Dances
Sailing down the stairs at a break-neck speed, Jada felt incredibly light-hearted and child-like. Laughing with sheer exuberance, she reached the first floor and ran to the butler, who stood at the front door, obviously waiting to instruct stragglers. She smiled at him then continued to run towards the stables. It had never been her favorite place, but Larissa had always loved it. She had spent many an hour chatting to her friend while she brushed one of her beloved horses.
As she neared the stables, she noticed that a lot of people were already saddled up and about to set off. Peering into the distance, she noticed that some of the guests had already headed out and were pretty far away at that. Seeing Larissa with one of the horses, she walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek in greeting.
"I was waiting for you to show up. How was last night?" Larissa asked, her eyebrows bobbing up and down comically.
"My lips are sealed," Jada said dramatically and smirked as a look of impatience settled on Larissa's pretty features.
"Come on, spill! I saw you head off with two guys last night, you slut, you!" Larissa teased mercilessly.
"Ha, so says you! If I'm a slut, then what the hell does that make you?"
They both laughed at each other, and Larissa smacked her on the arm in punishment.
"Come on, tell me! I'm dying to know, have been since I saw you go off with them. Did you have fun? They didn't hurt you, did they?" Larissa stood up straight all of a sudden and looked at her friend seriously. "Did they treat you right?"
Hugging her close, Jada whispered, "Of course, they did! It was wonderful, Lari, fantastic. I've never experienced anything like that before in my life."
"I'm so glad! Did they stay all night?"
"We had sex a couple of times throughout the night, but they'd gone when I woke up."
"My God, I could cry, I'm so proud of you! I'd begun to think you were a frigid little tease. I'm so glad you came to this masquerade, hon. It will do you the world of good. Already I can tell a difference. You're blooming! It's wonderful to see!"
"Thanks, babe. How was your night?"
Larissa sighed lustily. "Perfect. I finally persuaded Alex to let me and our partner suck his cock. He was a little, well, a lot uncomfortable at first, but he enjoyed it. I don't think he'll let anything else happen between him and a guy again, but it was hot to see."
"God, Alex must love you! He's the straightest guy on the planet. You have him by the balls, don't you Lari?" She shook her head teasingly and laughed aloud at Larissa's smirk.
"He loves it, but I never push him unless I know he'll enjoy himself. That would be unfair. Anyway, he pushes me, too! Fair's fair!"
"Yeah right!" Jada joked. Changing the subject, she asked, "You have a horse for my limited skills, don't you?"
"Of course I do! Do you think I'm crazy?"
"I won't answer that! But I'm damned glad you have one for me. When I saw what you wanted me to wear today, I thought I was going to be unhappy, but it's very pretty."
Larissa answered seriously. "Easily accessible, as well." She flared her eyes suggestively. "You'll thank me for it later." Then,leaving Jada spluttering in surprise, she walked into one of the stalls and walked out with a docile-looking horse. "Remember that time, when you dropped the reins and Betsy dragged you through puddle after puddle after puddle, and Daddy had to grab you from the saddle to stop you from falling on your butt? Well, Daffodil here is more docile, older, and sweeter than Betsy, so hopefully you won't have too much of a problem with her! She isn't fast, thank God, but you should be able to handle her."
"Fantastic! I don't want to go fast. I wouldn't even bother riding, but I already know that you would bully me to do it regardless," Jada said.
"Damn right I'd get you on a horse! Look, Alex is over there with my mount. Will you be alright by yourself? I think he needs a little 'us' time. He's probably freaking out that he's turned gay overnight!" she teased.
Jada knew if she'd asked Larissa to stay with her, her friend would have done so. She smiled warmly at her friend. "Of course, you go and reassure him. Larissa," she warned softly, "be careful with him. Don't press him too hard. You don't want to lose him, because you'll never find another like him, okay? I'm only telling you because I love you and you're my best friend."
"I know, hon." Larissa winked and leaned into Jada for a hug. "I was only teasing. He'll be fine, I swear."
Jada nodded and pushed Larissa away towards her husband. "Go! I'll be fine." She watched her friend walk away with a smile, which turned to a grimace when she studied Daffodil. She led the old mare over to a mounting block and somehow managed to get on the horse without falling off and causing herself too much damage. She grimaced as muscles she'd used the night before protested, but as she walked the horse on, they eased slightly, and she settled more easily on the saddle.
Daffodil trotted slowly out of the stables and down the long drive. The pace was slow and quite relaxing. The fresh air was bracing and the scenery was so beautiful it made her eyes water, she was sure it was just allergies. She led Daffodil away from the drive and on to one of the fields. Hearing giggles of laughter and moans of pleasure, she shook her head in wonder. Had Larissa slipped everyone something their dinner last night? It was cold out here. Why the hell anyone would want to have sex in this weather was beyond her!
As she rode on, the sounds of another rider approaching became apparent. She didn't think anything of it and so didn't turn around. When the other rider became level with her hors, she turned her head to greet the rider and nearly jumped in shock as she saw that it was another wolf, this time with black markings on his mask. She didn't say anything, just studied him intently, looking for signs that he was similar to the two men she'd spent the night with. As she looked, she saw them. He had predatory presence and seemed to be in complete control and too damned much like the mask he wore for her comfort!
His dark brown hair shone with reddish glints. It was longer than the other wolves, the wavy locks curled into his nape. It suited him, framed his face and jaw. His blackish-brown eyes were focused intently on her. His look disturbed her. She could tell that she was at the very center of his attention. His eyes reminded her of molasses. Glossy and densely colored, they seemed to penetrate her clothes, searing her breasts and pussy. Shuddering slightly, she introduced herself, discovering with a twinge of discomfort that her voice was husky. "My name's Jada."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jada."
He was most definitely similar. Only two other men's voices affected her like the black wolf's did, and she'd slept with them the night before. She wondered why they all chose to wear the similar masks. Shrugging the question off, she noticed that, like the other two, he didn't offer his own name.
"Likewise," she said abruptly.
"Do you enjoy riding?" he asked, his voice thick and husky.
"Of course, I do," she said. When she realized the innuendo he had probably been implying, her cheeks went up in flames. She had a feeling he'd taken her innocent comment completely the wrong way.
"Glad to hear it," he teased.
The look in his eyes scorched her to her very core. Having only just moments ago mentally scolded people who were fucking out in the open, Jada suddenly understood why they'd brave the cold to experience the kind of pleasures he was offering.
Her thoughts and eyes focused on him, she didn't see the hare scuttle out from a hedgerow, didn't see it jump in the path of her horse. She only realized something was wrong when her horse reared into the air, and she had to clutch on to the saddle and reins as though her life depended on it. Her once timid and slow horse raced off to God knows where, leaving her glued to its back and frozen in fear. She didn't hear the black wolf ride alongside her. She had gone deaf. Her eyes were blind to her surroundings. Her brain was focused on the fact that she was going to die.
A voice penetrated the fog that had surrounded her mind, and she heard the black wolf yell, "Give me your hand, woman!"
She shook he
r head in fear. How could she give him her hand? If she did, she'd fall off the horse for sure. She clenched the reins even tighter in her fists and refused to look at him or give him her hand. Fortune was against her. Her horse soon came across a rocky crevice and she knew that if she didn't release the rein and accept the wolf's help, she'd fall for sure. Alone the horse would make the jump, but with her weight on its back, they'd both stumble and the horse would more than likely break a leg and she, her neck!
This time, without any hesitation, she released the reins and her hand was immediately grabbed. The wolf, with incalculable strength, dragged her from her saddle and on to his, hauling her succinctly on to his lap. He quickly stopped his horse and, hugging her tightly to him, pressed a kiss into her hair. "God, lass, you gave me a fright."
She whimpered against his chest, couldn't help the small sound, and suddenly she felt tears cascading over her cheeks. Her heart was beating so fast. She felt panicked. She couldn't catch her breath, and, as the tears fell, it became even more difficult to breathe.
The wolf nudged her chin with his hand. Lifting her face to his, he gently kissed the wet tracks on her cheeks and slowly pressed little kisses along her jaw line and finally on her mouth. Softly at first, he kissed her, laving her bottom lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth to catch her breath and suddenly his tongue was tangling with hers and she was participating fully!
His hands gripped her waist tightly. Soon one lifted to squeeze her breast. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his urgency, feeling her own. She squirmed on his lap, inadvertently brushing his hard cock. With a growl, he took her mouth more fiercely, firing up her blood, making lust sing through her veins.
Vaguely she felt the horse move, and when she opened her eyes she noticed they were in a small copse of trees. Her eyes flared as she realized his intentions. His hands moved to her hips, and, with a jolt of shock, she felt herself being lifted and turned in his hold.
Burrowing under her skirt, his hands soon touched her legs and glided over the inner curve of her calves and thighs. Her breath halted in her throat as his fingers neared her pussy. She released a sigh when the tips stroked her through her panties. It was a soft touch, but that very delicacy put her right on edge. Her muscles tensed in expectation. Her body readied itself to be touched by this strong man.
Adrenaline already coursed through her veins thanks to her earlier escapade, but now, it returned with a surge, shortening her breath and freezing her in place. As his fingers gently traced the edge of her panties, her breath hitched, and when they dug underneath and pressed them aside, she felt like weeping. There was an expectant promise in the air, and she wasn't disappointed when he finally did touch her. A sob broke free from her throat as he stroked her clit. His hand moving gently over the tender area, he walked his fingers further down, and she cried out as he thrust two, then three digits into her welcoming cunt. She could already feel juices escape from her body. It should have embarrassed her, but seeing the heat in his eyes, she knew that her readiness turned him on.
It was hard doing this on a saddle, but somehow she managed to spread her legs and clasp him to her at the same time. As his fingers hooked inside her, she hissed in pleasure, and, despite herself, her back arched. When he pulled away from her, she moaned her loss. When she opened her eyes she noticed his hungry gaze was locked on her heaving bosom. His hands were engaged elsewhere, and, hearing his hiss of relief, she realized he'd released his cock from what must have been a very uncomfortable prison.
His hands burrowed once more under her skirt, and, dragging her to him, he lifted the skirt away, baring her legs and pussy to the open air.
She shivered slightly, but the angle of her body allowed her to watch as his cock neared her cunt. She watched as he pressed against her. Her body eagerly accepted his hardness. Her hips rippled and twitched as he forged a path into her, and they sat in awe as her cunt swallowed all of him, leaving no inch free. She knew it was the angle that allowed her to accept all of him, but feeling that cock so deep inside her made her quiver in longing.
She couldn't believe this was happening. First she'd had sex with the other two wolves, complete strangers, and now she was having sex with another stranger in a wolf mask. She didn't know what was coming over her, but whatever it was, she knew the fault lay at these three men's door. And she was glad it did.
Phelan O'Connell stared at this magnificent woman watching the beautiful sight of their joining and couldn't hold back a sigh of wonder. Ever since he'd seen her horse rear and race off, his heart had been racing, and his beast had taken control. Thankfully, no one had been around and she'd been too distraught to notice, but at the threat surrounding this woman, his wolf had come to the fore, and he'd partially shifted. He'd felt the change in his face but had had no choice but to allow it control. His concentration had been focused on his woman, on saving her life and, now, as he possessed her, his beast had retreated, but only so far. It still drove him to fuck her now, at possibly one of the worst moments in history, atop a horse after she'd nearly fallen off her own damned beast and almost killed herself! But his beast would allow no less.
Her scent was glorious. He wanted to bathe in it, surround himself in her essence, and he knew that he would. It was written in the stars. He didn't care that she wasn't wolf. She was his, and he would have her.
Pressing his knees into the horse's sides, he started the animal at a slow trot, the movement thrust him in and out of her pussy without having to move. Her eyes opened wide at the sensation, and he could see the wonder in them. He rocked his hips gently, not wanting to disturb the horse, only wanting to thrust a little harder against her. His hand slid over her mound and pinched her clit between forefinger and thumb. He rubbed it against the hood, and soon she was squirming on his lap.
Suddenly the horse started to move faster and before he could rein it in, her cry of discovery echoed through the air. Her eyes burst open, filled with unseeing stars as her climax rattled through her ravaged body.
Her pussy clamped down on him. Thrusting against those tight muscles at a faster pace, he soon felt rivulets of sweat pouring down his face. Watching his mate, for that was what she was, come down to earth, pleasure lining her face, her breasts heaving, her body undulating, he couldn't hold back his own orgasm. With a feral growl, he emptied his seed into her waiting, welcoming womb.
Chapter Five
Tugging Jada's lax body against his, Phelan O'Connell sighed as her luscious form molded against his hard frame and her delicious essence surrounded him. She was asleep, had practically started to doze immediately after having climaxed. He couldn't stop the smile that graced his lips when he thought about the saying that men always fell asleep after sex, but apparently, that was not always the case. In this instance, it was fortunate that he himself had managed to stay awake! He still penetrated her. Her lower body was naked to the world and they were both precariously perched atop a horse! Someone had to deal with the harsh realities of the real world. He grinned, perfectly content to take charge of this situation.
Pulling out of her with a grimace, he promised himself it wouldn't be long before he was back inside her. It seemed as though he wasn't the only one disappointed with his exit. Making a moue of displeasure, Jada rolled her hips against his, nearly dislodging herself from the horse but somehow managing to rock herself against his softening cock which was soon rock hard again in her presence. He pressed her tighter against his chest, felt the soft soughing breaths through his shirt and closed his eyes at the closeness, at the intimacy.
Pulling the horse to a standstill with the reins, he disentangled her body from his and quickly jumped from the saddle and zipped up his fly, somehow managing to hold her in place as he did so. With both feet on the ground, he swung her high into his arms, walked over to one of the nearby trees and, sliding down against the trunk, managed to sit down with Jada still ensconced in his hold. Congratulating himself at that feat of ingenuity, he settled himself against the hard tree trun
k and hugged her to him. Her head was pressed against his shoulder, her mouth nearly touched the skin of his throat. Her soft breath washed over him, and Phelan knew that he'd never been happier than he was at that very moment.
He cocked his head to the side to study her sleeping face. Noticing that her breathing had deepened, Phelan raised a hesitant hand to her mask and pulled it gently away from her face. Ensuring all the while that she slept, he looked at her beautiful visage and felt his beast stir as both man and animal realized that this was the face of their mate, the woman who would bear their children and stand by their sides for the rest of their lives. It wasn't the first time he'd realized it that afternoon, but seeing the honey colored skin, the chestnut brown hair curled over her soft cheeks, rich dark lashes resting against high cheekbones, ruby red lips pouted in sleep, Phelan felt the knowledge sink deep into his bones, and his soul rejoiced.
He'd been a happy bachelor, happy to be single, fuck whatever willing woman came his way and attend parties such as this one to spice up an otherwise boring couple of weeks. Only now, with his woman lying peacefully in his arms, so trusting and defenseless in sleep, did he recognize what all other wolves had realized time after time and throughout history. He was nothing without his mate. Phelan felt as though a missing piece to his soul had been found, and, now, like a jigsaw puzzle, he was complete. It was an incredible feeling. If he hadn't have felt it himself and had someone told him about it, he would have thought it a joke. He wouldn't have taken it seriously. After all, how could one woman, who he'd known for only a short space of time, become so important to him in a matter of moments? It didn't make sense, but then the mate bond wasn't supposed to. It just was, and, now, feeling the completion of his soul, he couldn't be happier that she was here and with him.