by JM Klaire
Kate, on the other hand, tossed and turned for an hour.
She had changed into a nightgown, gone to bed, and finally fallen into a light sleep, but she was greeted there with vivid dreams of Galen.
6
After hearing his mother complain, yet again, about outsiders coming here, Galen wished he had waved her off when she’d signaled her want to speak with him.
He’d been headed to claim the human, Kate, for his own, when his mother had flagged him down. He knew his place in the pack, and therefore had stopped to speak with Ziva before heading to Kate by the fire. But he quickly wished he hadn't, not when all she wanted to do was rehash the past.
"Emma is not an outsider, Mother. She’s Reine's daughter. She has Alpha blood."
"That means less than nothing to me. Reine left. She forfeits any position her spawn would have held."
"Her spawn, Mother? Really?"
"I see lust in your eyes, son. Tell me you are not blinded by Reine's cub? By traitor's blood?"
"Emma? No."
Galen was thrown some, by her sudden change of subject, but he regained his mental footing quickly.
"No. It is the human, Kate, that my wolf cries out for. I have already spoken to Thomas. If she will have me, Kate will be my mate, and will stand beside me for always."
"Your wolf chooses the human? Of everyone here?"
He heard the sigh in her voice so he chose his next words accordingly.
"I cannot help who my wolf chooses, mother. You, of all people, should understand this. Father chose you, and you are human."
Ziva nodded, saying, "She has a drop of wolf's blood. Not enough to shift, nowhere near enough, but she has some."
"How do you know? You can't smell it."
A cloud passed over her eyes, but was quickly gone.
"Your father approved?"
"He knows one does not choose these things rationally. The wolf's blood decides. He gave his blessing, yes."
"Then so it shall be."
But by the time Ziva had released him, Kate was gone. He asked around, and was told that Kate and Emma had gone to their cabin, for the night.
He did not wish to ruin their first night with his talk of claiming, or of mates, so instead of heading toward their dark cabin, he shifted into his wolf form and went for a run in the woods.
Galen felt most at home in his wolf form. His sense of smell heightened, his body became bigger and immensely more powerful, and he could run like the wind.
He picked up speed as his muscles loosened and his frustration started to burn off.
He had shadowed the group of three, Henry, Emma and Kate, as they closed in on the last few miles of the den earlier today. He’d been taken with Kate the second his wolf had scented her. He'd heard her say something about being afraid of zebras and monkeys, and had the sudden, unexplainable urge to wipe all of the zebras and monkeys from the face of the earth, for her.
She'd bent over at one point, to tie her hiking boot, and it had taken all of his self-restraint not to mount her then, to take her there, and make her his, before she'd even realized he existed.
She would be his, he knew it deep in his core. He was just irritated that family business had kept him from staking his claim.
He ran for many miles, the moonlight glinting off of his fur as he did an impromptu patrol of a small part of the borders of the pack's land as he tried to burn off his frustration of finally scenting his mate and being unable to actually have her.
After a long while, he turned back toward his pack, his all-out running slowing somewhat to a steady pace as he got nearer to home. He had been letting his mind wander as he ran, clearing it for sleep, when he felt Kate's presence.
He knew that once he had claimed her, and they had mated, that the link between them would be established and would over time grow stronger, but he was quite shocked to feel her calling out to him as he neared the cabins.
His wolf felt her first, and he slowed his running even more, to concentrate on her. He could feel her. She was sleeping, which might explain why her guard was down enough for him to feel her calling out to him.
He felt her flittering around his wolf's consciousness, so he stopped on the trail and concentrated on calling out to her.
"Mine!"
His wolf howled the word out to her before he could decide how to try to reach her. He felt her respond. It almost felt like she was running toward him, which was impossible. He felt her still sleeping in her bed.
His wolf knew it was possible, and called out to her again.
Galen was shocked to hear her respond, even as his wolf rejoiced.
"Mine!"
The word echoed in the halls of her dreams. Kate knew his voice, instinctively. It was Galen, and he was calling her.
She tried to respond. She looked for him, chasing the echo around dark corners, picking up speed, running faster and faster toward the voice, the word, that called to her very soul.
"Where are you?" she yelled out her answering call as she ran blindly, taking corner after corner in her dream.
"Come. Come to me, now, and I will make you mine!"
"I'm trying. I can't find you!"
"My wolf has claimed you as ours. Your wolf blood is too thin, I can barely feel the thread of you. I want to feel more of you. I need to claim all of you."
She turned a corner in her mind, and barreled directly into Galen's waiting arms.
"You. You are why I've been unable to claim a mate."
He said the words with her wrapped in his arms. His hands buried themselves in her dark hair, soothing her as she caught her breath, half petting her, and half restraining himself from closing the thick mass of her hair in his fist and yanking her head back to sink his teeth in her throat.
"I want to mark you for all the pack to see, as my mate. I want to sink my cock deeply into you, as my teeth claim you. I know my time is coming. I will be Alpha soon. I'd always heard that my wolf would decide my mate, but it hadn't. My time of Alpha draws near, so I tried to force it. I've tried to decide on the logical best choice to sit beside me when I am Alpha, but none felt right. Then you showed up."
He kissed her then, hard. His mouth teased against hers, demanding entrance.
She opened her mouth to his, willingly, eager.
His tongue slid between her lips, tasting her, testing her. His hand wandered, passionate and demanding, yanking up her nightgown and finding, squeezing her ass.
She moaned her needs against his lips as he used his grip on her ass to pull her tighter to him. She felt his hardness against her stomach, and it released something inside her. This was her destiny, to become one with this man.
She ached to get closer to him, to touch him, to feel him touch her. Her hands roamed over his hard muscles, exploring, trying to take him all in. Finding her way to his face, she cupped it in her hands, reveling in the longing she saw in his eyes.
She reached up, gripping a handful of his hair and pulling his mouth down hard again on hers. She wrapped a bare leg around his waist, not caring that the hem of her nightgown slid high. Wanton need drove every proper thought from her mind. All she wanted was for him to make her his.
"I tried to get to you earlier, but my mother cornered me. It's probably a good thing, or I'd have claimed you for all to see, right there beside the bonfire. The pack would have understood, but you might not have."
He said the words as his hand wandered farther south. He had been cupping her ass, but when she'd wrapped her leg around him, his fingers slid lower, following her sweet curves. Down, down, sliding over her panties and between her legs. He teased the moist heat he found there, his fingers seeking to slide between her lips.
He was blocked by the thin fabric of her panties, but he could feel her need seeping through them as he danced his fingertips back and forth, teasing her wet slit through the damp fabric.
A sudden surge of need flowed through her at the thought of him taking her like he’d mentioned, right there, do
wn in the dirt, beside the campfire. Beside Emma. Beside Elam. In front of everyone.
"Do you want me as much as I want you?"
"Yes!" She panted the word, her mind still picturing herself rutting in the dirt, in public, with a man she had only met for an instant, as his fingers teased her opening and drove her to distraction.
"You feel it, too? You will be mine? You will be an Alpha's mate, for now and for always?"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
"Then come to me. Now! And claim what is yours!"
She woke with a start, sitting up in bed, in a tangle of blankets, as if she really was headed somewhere. The echo of his words haunted her, making her ache with need.
"Wow. What the hell? That was hot."
Naughty, needy thoughts filled her head as her breathing tried to slow itself from her heated dream. She had been this close to cumming, from his fingers alone. Over her panties. In a dream.
She tried to control her thoughts, wondering if the surreal environment and her stressful day had fed the fantasies that had filled her dreams.
She lay back in the bed, still panting, her fingers sliding closer to her own sex, in a sudden need to finish herself to thoughts and images from her dream.
"Come to me, mine!"
The words burst forth in her brain, shocking her with both the heated need she felt in the words, and in the fact that she could still hear the voice she had heard in her dream.
Before she could deny the instinct, before she could tell herself that she was flipping insane to think it could be real, she was out of the bed, running toward the cabin's front door, and then through it and down the porch steps.
She was aiming for the bonfire, where he had said he had wanted to claim her, when she felt the mental tug again.
"I am here!"
She veered off track, not thinking at all, but following the tug of the voice in her head. She would be his in every way. She would be claimed. And she would be queen.
7
He'd heard of this connection, all the wolf pairs spoke of it, but he'd never realized it could feel so real. The words his wolf had spoken to her, the heated, needy words he’d said before he’d kissed her, were truth. And the kisses, they’d felt almost real!
He’d almost felt, in the flesh, what their minds had conjured in the spirit.
He could almost feel her, in his arms, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers sliding between her wet pussy lips as his wolf told her she would be his.
And she’d accepted!
When his wolf had called out to her, "Come to me now, and claim what is yours!" he’d felt their connection break in a quick snap.
He had lost her, the link easier in her sleep.
He shifted from his wolf form, and found himself standing near his own cabin, naked, with his cock fully erect and pointing up at the night sky. It ached for her, as did he. He wanted to claim her and make her his, forever.
When he called out one more time, out of shear desperation, hoping the link was still there, even if thin, he felt her response.
Shadows of her danced across his mind. His cock throbbed for her, he needed to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck and claim her as his mate, marking her for the whole pack to see. He knew she was destined to reign beside him when he became Alpha.
Suddenly, from his shadowed spot under his own porch overhang, he saw her. She was barely dressed in a sheer little nightgown. As she ran toward the bonfire, it lit up behind her, showing him the silhouette of her body under the very thin fabric.
His human cock and his wolf spirit cried out almost painfully for her. To complete themselves, they must become one.
"I am here!"
His mind aimed the words toward her again, calling her to him. Back-lit by fire he watched her turn toward him.
She ran to him, in only her thin gown and panties, unknown to him before today, but claimed fully by his wolf.
He saw her eyes find him in the dark, and he opened his arms to her as she barreled directly at him at full speed.
He wanted to shift, to match her blind, mindless need with his animal form, but he remembered she was only human, so he planted his feet in the grass instead, protecting his cock with one hand, and bracing for the impact as she threw her body against his and his mouth found hers.
His arms wrapped around her as she hit his chest. His tongue dove deep, claiming her mouth and sliding over her tongue as his cock strained, pressing against her soft stomach.
Her hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling in desperate need as he kissed her thoroughly.
He'd never felt such passion before, not from a simple kiss. He tightened his grip around her and boosted her up, lifting her high as her legs wrapped around his waist and her panty-covered heat pressed against his hard cock.
"You will be mine? My mate? Forever in all things?"
He tore his mouth from hers to ask the questions, to be sure before he claimed her.
"Yes! I've never wanted anything so badly."
With a grunt that was almost a growl, he carried her up his porch steps and into his den. He kissed her the whole time, knowing the way easily in the dark. He carried her through the cabin and plopped her down on his wide bed, enjoying the way she jiggled as she landed in the middle of his comforter.
Her gown had risen up her thighs as her knees bent, and he found his gaze traveling slowly from her knees, up her firm thighs, grazing over her panty-covered heat, and rising up to watch her breasts heave with her breathing as she looked up at him from the middle of his bed.
"Last chance, my love. The claiming will be forever."
"Take me, Galen. I am already yours."
With a growl, Galen yanked her panties from her hips, sliding them down her legs and tossing them somewhere behind him.
He smiled down at her as she wiggled her way out of her nightgown, pulling it over her head and offering herself to him, naked, spread out on his bed.
"Your scent is intoxicating. If I didn't know you to be human, I'd swear you were a she-wolf in your heat."
She started to answer him, but it became a groaning, mewling sound instead, as his mouth found her inner thigh and licked it in one slow movement, from mid-thigh to the apex between her legs.
He buried his face in her scent, at once inhaling her and sliding his tongue deep inside her. He meant to lick her slowly, building her passions one teasing lick at a time, until she screamed out his name and came against his tongue, but her smell made slow seduction impossible.
He slid his hands under her ass cheeks, tilting her just right. He was rewarded with a sound somewhere between a sigh and a squeak as he positioned her just so and filled her with his tongue.
He kissed her there, drinking deeply. He loved the way her hips rocked against him as she gave into her needs, offering herself to him, open and unashamed. He saw, from the corners of his eyes, as she fisted his comforter in her grip, just as her thighs opened even wider for him and her hips arched higher in welcome.
He wanted to take things slowly, to seduce her and make their very first time together something special, a slow claiming worthy of his forever mate, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself. Not if she kept reacting to him as wantonly as she was now.
Her moans underneath him drove both him and his wolf crazy.
All he wanted was to sink his cock deeply into her, as he simultaneously claimed her neck with his fangs, for all the pack to see. This tasting of her was his way of trying to hold off, to not scare her with his needs, so he slid his fingers between her folds, trying to hold off, trying to bring her pleasure before he filled her with his own desire.
He teased her, touched her as he still kissed her, bringing her closer and closer to her release.
She called out his name as she came, and it was almost his undoing. Her head rocked back and forth against his bed, and her hips thrust themselves against his mouth and fingers, again and again, pulling them deeper.
She started chant
ing, begging for him, causing him to almost embarrass himself by shooting his need all over his bed. Her chanting told him that she was as desperate for him as he was for her. Her words danced in his head as he fought to control himself.
"Oh, Galen! Oh yes! Get up here, I need you. I need to feel you deep inside me. We have forever for sweet lovemaking, right? Tonight I need to feel your claiming. Take me, you beast! Fuck me, oh god, please fuck me. Fill me, ride me for all you're worth. Please Galen, I need...!"
He didn't resist her any longer. Hell, he couldn't.
She was right, they had forever to make love, to explore each other inch by inch. But he had finally found his mate! And she obviously felt the same desperation he did.
He crawled up the bed, widened her thighs with his hands and aimed his throbbing cockhead into the very center of her. He took himself in hand and rubbed the tip of himself back and forth along her wet slit, taking just a breath or two before claiming her.
"Please, Galen. Please stop teasing me and oh...!"
He slid inside her then, hard and fast.
He felt her walls grip every inch of him as he slid home hard. He stayed there, deep inside his Kate, trying to gain just a bit of control, but she wouldn't let him.
She rocked her hips underneath him, raking her nails down his back, gripping his ass and taking the last bit of control he possessed from him. She called out his name again as her hands wandered over every inch of him she could reach until she got back up to his head. Using her grip on his hair to pull his mouth to hers, she kissed him deeply. First his mouth, then down the side of his neck, biting him there as her hips rocked, her pussy squeezing around him.
He lost it then, pistoning into her hard and fast, all control left behind.
Her needy chanting set his rhythm, he drove deep, pulling back out quickly just so he could drive deep once again.