by Robin Roseau
Her fingers moved inside me, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her. She chuckled.
"You are so independent, Michaela," she said. "And yet, here you are, desperate for my touch."
"Yes, Lara." I couldn't move to get exactly what I wanted, and she knew it. She kept teasing me.
She was very, very good at teasing me.
"I love claiming you," Lara said. "I love taking you. I love feeling you surrender."
Her fingers began to withdraw.
"No. No. Lara." I squirmed and squirmed, splashing water out of the tub.
"Surrender to me, Michaela," she said. "Surrender your body. Surrender your heart." To punctuate her words, she thrust her fingers deeply, her thumb brushing against my clit, and I thought I was going to explode.
"Yes. Oh yes. Yes," I said.
"Surrender."
"I- Lara. I-"
"Surrender, Michaela."
I went limp in her arms, giving my passion to her. "I surrender," I told her quietly. And her fingers adjusted their touch, began touching me just the way I liked, her thumb on my clitoris, two long, strong fingers caressing my inner walls.
It took her only moments until I was at the cusp, teetering, ready to fall entirely.
"Mine," she said. And she moved her hand, and my orgasm rose through the warm water and filled me.
"Oh Lara," I said. "Oh, so nice. So nice."
"Mine," she said.
"Yours," I agreed, the waves of pleasure filling me, reinforcing the message. I was hers, completely hers, and I didn't want anything else. Just to be hers.
I fell asleep like that, Lara's fingers still inside me, the warm water and her strong arms lulling me. The water was tepid before she woke me, pulling me from the tub, She dried me and carried me to bed.
She slid into bed with me, pulling me into her arms. I rolled over, curling into her, burying my face in her chest, breathing deeply her scent. Lara wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. I relaxed in her arms.
"Lara," I said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she said. "What are you thanking me for?"
"Everything," I said. "Letting me be yours, maybe. You could have had anyone."
"I didn't want anyone. I wanted someone who would challenge me. And you do that, Michaela. You challenge me, and I love you for it."
As I burrowed into her, all was right with the world. I slept.
So Long, For Now
We went straight from the clinic to the airport. Brooke's jet was waiting to return her to Colorado, and she was only waiting for our arrival. She didn't know where we were or why we were late.
Elisabeth drove us to the hangar. The jet was already pulled out, but Brooke and several of her father's enforcers along with several of ours were huddled in the hangar entrance. We climbed out of the car. Lara casually carried a cooler. Elisabeth, Lara and I, along with a few technicians from the clinic, knew what it contained.
Brooke's eyes widened when she saw it.
"Sorry we're late," Lara said. "We had a little business to take care of, and we stopped and picked this up for you, Brooke."
She stared for another moment then came out of her stunned stupor. "That's very kind of you." We pulled her away from everyone else, handing her the cooler. "This is what I think it is?" she asked quietly.
"Just a few eggs," Lara said. "Don't eat them."
Brooke laughed and hugged Lara and me, Lara fiercely, me somewhat more gently. "Thank you."
Several Months Later
It was late after a long day for both of us. Lara had gone upstairs first, asking me to hurry.
"Five minutes," I told her.
"If it's more than ten, you know what will happen."
"More like what won't happen," Sophia said with a grin.
"I heard that, Ms. Armstrong," Lara said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Alpha," Sophia said.
"You shouldn't lie to the alpha," Ava said, smirking. "You're not at all sorry."
Shaking her head and muttering about respect, Lara headed to the kitchen for something to drink, and I ignored her as she climbed the stairs, following her with my ears but trying to concentrate on the lesson with Sophia and Ava.
Five minutes later, Ava's phone went off. "That was your five minutes, Michaela. I think she was serious."
I smiled at both of them. "See you at school."
Upstairs, Lara was already in bed, clearly waiting for me, far more passively than she might normally.
"Hey," I said, looking at her with concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes," she said. "Everything is perfect." She glanced at the nightstand, and I saw a tall metal cylinder standing on it. "Michaela, I am ovulating."
A grin stole onto my face. "Are you sure?"
"Oh yes," she said. "Quite sure."
"Well," I said, "Perhaps we should make use of this overpriced turkey baster Dr. Jameson gave us."
About the Author
A writer by avocation, Robin has a renaissance interest in many areas. A bit of a gypsy, Robin has called a few places home and has traveled widely. A love of the outdoors, animals in general and experimenting with world cuisines, Robin and partner share their home with a menagerie of pets and guests, although sometimes it is difficult to discern who is whom.
Robin can be reached via email as [email protected] or found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/robin.roseau. Robin will have a web site soon at http://www.robin-roseau.com.
Other Works by Robin Roseau
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Novels
Fox Run
Michaela Redfur is a were fox living a quiet life in Bayfield, Wisconsin. She has a quiet job that gets her out of doors and avoids the werewolves as if her life depended on it. Which it does.
That all changes early one morning when Lara Burns, the Madison Wolves alpha, introduces herself, much to Michaela's chagrin. Lara explains to Michaela that "we only want to talk", but when a werewolf comes knocking on a tiny, delicate foxes' front door, Michaela knows talking is the last thing in the wolfy mind.
This novel is 93,000 words and is the first in in The Madison Wolves Series.
Fox Play
Having now agreed to a commitment relationship, Michaela and Lara turn their attention to a new threat. Durian, alpha of the Chicago wolves, wants Lara's pack for himself in order to replenish his dwindling power.
In the meantime, Michaela faces her fears built from the past while struggling to find her place in the pack.
Fox Play continues the story first begun in Fox Run. This is a novel of 95,000 words.
Fox Mate
Fox Mate is the 3rd of the Madison Wolves novels, telling the continued story of the feisty were-fox, Michaela, and her alpha-werewolf lover, Lara.
As the day for Michaela and Lara's nuptials draws closer, Michaela struggles to integrate more completely into the pack. The wolf version of her bachelorette party coupled with long repressed memories from Michaela's childhood may be the straws that broke the fox's back.
Michaela struggles to hold things together and find peace in time to save the wedding.
This is a novel of 110,000 words. The novel deals with traumatic issues from Michaela's past and contains some graphic violence and scenes that may be disturbing to sensitive readers.
Fitting In (Coming Soon)
Nicole is a 33-year-old, introverted computer programmer dealing with her own difficulties. At a party hosted by her best friends, she meets Alexandra, slightly older, beautiful, and athletic in a way Nicole could never be.
Sparks fly, but their differences, coupled with the stress of meeting the family, drive the two apart. But the stubborn Alex isn't ready to give up, in spite of Nikki's fears.
This is a novel of 93,000 words.
Novellas
Stark's Dell
Relocated to the isolated farmhouse of her stern grandmother at age 5, Emily struggles to find friends...until she meets Dee Dee. Older and wiser,
Dee Dee guides Emily through childhood and adolescence, sharing Emily's deepest secrets.
But Dee Dee has secrets of her own, and it isn't until it is nearly too late that the two friends discover that what they feel runs deeper and lasts longer than even they can imagine.
Stark's Dell is a long novella of 50,000 words.
Short Stories
Cooking for Love
Deb saw herself as short, dumpy, plain, and boring, a former housewife and repressed lesbian who had tried to fit into the expected norm. Her husband had left her three years ago, and in spite of her best friends' efforts, she hadn't had a date since.
Jocelyn was a gorgeous woman with cropped but stylish blonde hair, sharp features, and an athletic build. In other words, the perfect woman in Deb's eyes, and the last woman Deb would expect to want her.
Cooking for Love is an 8000-word short story.
Southern Night
Vacationing in Australia, Amber meets Jackie, several years Amber's senior. Amber finds Jackie commanding and alluring and instigates a meeting.
Southern Night is a short story of 5,000 words.
Fox Afield
Copyright 2013 by Robin Roseau
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Table of Contents
On Responsibility
Honeymoon
Climbing
Diplomacy
Phone Call
Traveling Home
Nine Years Ago
Dog Walker
Coffee Shop
Roaming
Finding The Car
Mission Interrupted
Prisoner
Rescue
Police
Home
So Long, For Now
Several Months Later
About the Author