by Adams, Liz
Thunder rolled through her body and left her lungs, sounding out a low moan.
Sean stopped and looked up into her eyes. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
He smiled. “So about that thing I’ve been wanting to try on you.”
Try on me? Just imagining the possibilities that sentence led to made her squeeze her thighs together in anticipation.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Sit on the window sill.”
Amy didn’t understand. She scowled and turned her body to dip down onto the edge of the window.
“Other way,” Sean said. “Legs hanging out the window.”
Amy felt a thrill pepper across her body. She climbed over the sill and sat on the window’s ledge, Sean’s torso planted between her legs. She put a hand in her lap, making sure the nightgown still covered her nakedness.
Sean kissed her on the lips. Amy felt the inside of her body melt. That’s okay, she told herself, I don’t need those body parts, anyway. She heard someone moan. Sean placed a hand on her breast and she arched her back into it. Her nightgown absorbed the dampness between her thighs.
Amy heard someone moan again. Oh, wait. That was her.
His kiss was incredibly sweet. The kind of sweet that made your whole body shake and tremble and burn. Amy was damned if she knew what kind of fruit could do that.
Sean broke the kiss and whispered, “Ready?”
Amy felt goose bumps. “You mean that wasn’t it?”
Sean chuckled.
He kissed her cheek and lowered his head between her legs. She pressed down harder on her nightgown’s fabric to keep herself hidden. Now Sean was no longer between her and the night air. The cold air against Amy’s thinly protected body had such a bite to it. Her nightgown did nothing to protect her from the night’s teeth.
Sean's flurry of brown hair was between her pale legs. She felt a tongue push against the material of her nightgown. So this was what Sean wanted to try on her. She imagined how far Sean’s tongue could go and puffed out a gasp.
His long licks stroked the cloth at her cleft, pleasant but what excited her most was how much pleasure Sean seemed to get from fervently lapping between her legs. Allowing Sean to have that moment he desired was really all that mattered to her.
He took her hand of modesty into his own, and looked up at her. “Trust me,” he said.
Her heart fluttered. She let go of her nightgown and Sean raised the cloth, exposing her very core to his gaze. He swirled his tongue around her clit.
Amy groaned. What was all that mattered again? I forget.
All those past nights enjoying Sean’s company, and all those nights alone with just his memory at her fingertips, she thought that was love. She thought love was the fluttering her belly got in anticipation of seeing him again. She thought love was the joy she had in seeing his caring face. She thought love was his careful choice of kind and thoughtful words. She thought love was the way she melted at his kiss.
How wrong she was!
Love was this kiss, the most intimate of kisses. His lips upon her most sensitive and secret lips. What kind and thoughtful words could possibly make her feel his love more than feeling the very tongue that formed them? What caring face could possibly make her feel his love more than accepting true vulnerability by allowing that very face to press between her thighs? This kiss was the one kiss that defined love between a man and a woman. She sighed and melted into his loving caresses.
Her thoughts swirled apart by a luscious whirlpool of waves undulating within her core, making her dizzy. Her lower half hanging out the window, her upper half still inside, she planted her hands flat against the wall of her bedroom to hang on. It was as though each dizzy vortex she felt in her head was made by each circle of his tongue. Amy squealed and clenched her thighs. She never realized it could feel so ecstatic like this.
Sean lavished the inner walls just at her entrance, lapping with a powerful tongue only lycans had. Pushing. Stretching. Opening her up to his lips in front of him and, hell, the entire village if they were to pass by her window.
Unbelievable. To be so vulnerable and not feel afraid. Her heart opened to him even more, if that were possible.
Sean’s tongue pushed past her entrance and licked deeper. Amy gasped and curled over Sean’s head, holding his head closer to her center. Her body bucked under a surge of heat. Any more and…what? Could a woman receive any more heat and then burst into flames? Thunderballs! She hoped so!
Then she felt something enter her. Stretch her wide open. Blazing skies! What was that? She looked down and saw his face turn. He was growing a snout straight into her. Was he losing control? Was he going to tear her apart? Images spilled into her mind of that wolf by the river baring its teeth at her. She struggled to get free from Sean’s protruding jaws. He reached up a hand to hold hers.
Amy understood the signal. It’s okay, he was saying, just hang on.
Taking a deep breath, she calmed down and felt herself stretching wide to accommodate him. His snout grew deeper within her. His tongue licking inside her, reaching places she never dreamed possible. The room was spinning. No. Not spinning. It was twirling inside out and twisting inside her. She felt on the verge of combusting into a tornado of fire. It was wonderful. That twirling and twisting turned into an uncontrollable shaking, not just of her body but also of her woozy head, churning around faster and faster.
“It’s too much! It’s too much!” she cried.
Amy felt her eyes sink to the back of her head, and the rest of her body followed, down into a sleepy darkness.
***
Amy floated back up to the surface. Her eyes opened. She saw Sean’s head above hers. Where was she? In her bed. In her bedroom.
Sean smiled and said, “That was amazing.”
Amy tried to remember what happened. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You passed out,” Sean said. Dark heavens, his dimples were gorgeous. “I always heard stories of how lycans can make humans pass out with their tongue. I wasn’t sure it was true until now.”
“Come here,” Amy said. She pulled him down into a hug. She loved his weight solid upon her. She really passed out from his oral skills? So the rumors were true. Lycans were great lovers and now she had her own.
“I can’t wait for my parents to meet you,” she said.
Sean snorted, “I’m sure they’ll be overjoyed to know I feasted twixt the thighs of their daughter.”
Amy pushed back to look up into his eyes. “I’m serious.”
He rolled off Amy and stood up from the bed. “Red, you know how much they hate lycans.”
“But once they get to know you....”
Sean charged to her closet to retrieve his coat. “You’re dreaming.”
“They’re not that dimwitted. Why won’t you give them a chance?”
After punching his arms through the sleeves of his coat, Sean buttoned it hastily. “Because I know them well enough to know they won’t give any lycan a chance.” He stormed to the window.
Amy huffed. “Well, if that’s true, why don’t you be the better person and confront them about it? What are you afraid of?”
He stopped at the window and sighed. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay?”
“So, what then? You want us to see each other in hiding for the rest of our lives?”
He looked at her with defeated eyes, opened the window, and started to climb out.
Blazing skies. Amy called out, “Sean.”
He turned to look at her. Amy bit her lip. She said at last, “I’m going to Aunt Sally’s tomorrow.”
Sean nodded. “Meet me in the woods.” He looked down, as though planning his descent at the exterior of the cottage.
“Sean.”
“What?”
She thought about the woods. Isolated. Romantic. She was ready. “The woods are a great place.” She smirked.
“For what?”
“For our first time?”
Sean fell off the windowsill and Amy heard a crunch of bushes outside. She rushed to the window. Sean lay in the bushes with a huge grin.
She laughed, relieved. “Are you okay?”
“Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve felt this good in years.” He stood up and brushed himself off. “In fact, it’s too beautiful a night to walk home.” He took off his coat and threw it up to her. She managed to catch it and her eyes popped wide as she watched his nimble fingers unbutton his shirt.
Was he out of his mind? “What are you doing?”
“My clothes don’t fit me when I turn. Promise to keep them folded in a neat pile for me.” Revealing his entire rippling bare chest, Sean threw his shirt up to Amy. She let his coat drop to the floor and caught his shirt at her face, inhaling his sweet scent.
Bundling the shirt in her hands, she said, “Are you craz—”
His trousers caught her in the face. She dropped his clothes on the floor and saw him in just his drawers. Thunder and lightning! She wanted to taste every inch of that muscular chest.
“Promise!” he said.
“Shh!” For sure, he’d wake her parents.
“Promise,” he repeated with a forced whisper.
“Promise what?” Promise that I’ll claw your sculpted back as you plow into me? Sure! I’ll promise that.
“Promise you’ll fold my clothes.”
“Oh. Yeah.” She placed a palm on her breast and felt the pounding of her heart. Lycans were said to have acute hearing. Could he hear her beating heart?
“Good.” He yanked down his drawers.
Thunderballs! Amy covered her eyes. No, that was not a sausage she just saw. He was big!
Thinking about his cock made her tongue swirl. She bit her lip and peeked through her fingers, just in time to see the drawers being flung at her. She caught them.
“You sure you’re ready?” He asked. “You want tomorrow to be the day?”
Amy laughed nervously. Her eyes darted back and forth between looking inside her room and at Sean. How do you talk to a naked man? Where are you supposed to look? He wanted to know if she were ready to end her virginity tomorrow? Seeing his tall neck, broad shoulders, thick pecs, spectacular abs, and huge…biceps. Thunder and lightning, yes! She was ready to call him back up and hammer that lovely rod of his into her aching pussy now.
“I’m ready.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Sean said in all his naked glory.
He turned – snout bursting from his face, fur frothing from his skin, arms and legs bending to all fours – and pounced away into the inky night.
Amy brought his drawers to her face and drew in his musky scent. It was going to be a long night.
Amy slipped into bed between her sheets. Sleep eluded her. She twisted in her blankets. The excitement of losing her virginity to Sean kept her up. So did that part of her that felt sorry for making him upset. But he didn’t know her parents like she did. She knew they would accept Sean once they got to know him. They would judge him by his actions, not by his lineage.
***
Eyes from the darkened first floor of Amy’s cottage peered out the window. They watched the wolf run into the woods. A thick silence lay heavy in the cloaked room.
A man’s words sliced the silence. “We have a problem.”
A woman’s nod went unseen. “I’ll get my sewing kit.”
***
Sean dashed through the breezy forest, lycan legs propelling him powerfully forward.
In his animal body, he felt free. His human heart and mind still worked, too. At first, he thought Red suggested they have their first time only because she felt bad for making him angry. Not a good reason to have sex. Besides, she had nothing to do with him becoming angry. He was upset at society, at her bigoted parents. Red would be wrong to think she was the cause of his anger a moment ago. All the more reason it would have been wrong for Red to make it up to him by offering to end her virginity.
But as he ran in the cool night air he soon realized the truth. Her candid words, the way she expressed herself so blatantly, it was what he loved about her so much. No secrets. She would never keep any secrets from him. And he would never keep secrets from her.
If she felt sorry for hurting his feelings and the only reason she offered herself was to make up for it, she would have said so. Her decision to share their first sexual experience together was not related. She wanted it. She wanted him. The way she practically drooled at the sight of him naked was enough proof. The more he thought about her wanting him, the more joyful he became.
He bounded through the woods homeward, paws fast and tail high, and howled with joy.
***
The ungrateful winter morning shrugged some sunlight through her window as an afterthought. Suspicious birds twittered their disapproval. But Amy welcomed any light and song into her heart. Love found the goodness in everything.
She put on a white, lace-trimmed chemise, the laciest she could find. Especially for Sean. She made sure to tie extra tight her red bodice to lift her breasts as an offering to his lips. She considered not wearing bloomers – imagine how Sean would react to find nothing under her skirt! – but that was just indecent. Over her bloomers she put on a red skirt.
Amy’s feet drummed down the stairs to the kitchen.
Her father’s face lit up, almost too happy. “There she is. How’s my baby girl?”
She laughed at his absurd question and sat at the breakfast table. “Papa, I’m wed age.”
“She’s right, Hon,” her mother said to her father. “She’s too much of a young woman to be either a baby or a girl.”
And if they had any idea of what happened last night, Amy told herself while serving herself a bowl of porridge, such words as “baby” and “girl” would be the last words that would come to their minds. If she had any chance of convincing her parents that she should be wed to Sean, she needed to present the idea in conversation.
“You don’t see many people wed to lycans, these days,” Amy said at last. She caught her mother and father giving each other a look. Not good.
Her mother said, “People don’t wed lycans, and that’s all there is to it.”
“Aunt Carmen was in a relationship with a lycan.”
“And she has regretted it ever since. You’ve heard her. She says loving that beast was the biggest mistake she ever made.”
Amy felt a lump in her throat. “Please don’t tell me you’re a bigot.” The words came out harsher than she wanted.
“Lycans are dirty, flea-infested mutts,” her mom said.
Amy couldn’t lift her eyes from her porridge.
“Listen, Red,” her father said. “Everyone has their place in this world. People have their place, lycans have their place. That’s why you see signs at restaurants and other businesses that say ‘humans only.’ That’s why lycans go to different schools, eat at different establishments, ride in different coaches. To be wed to a human, that’s just not a lycan’s place.”
“How can you say that, Papa?” Amy struggled to control her voice. “They’re no different from us before they turn.”
Her mother stood from the table. “I will not be a part of this conversation. I’ll get your aunt’s provisions packed in a basket.”
After her mom left, her father said quietly, “Being a lycan is hard. Be it right or wrong, society shuns them and will shun anyone who spends time with a lycan, Amy.” Her father called her by her hallowed birth name only when he was making a point. Did he know she was seeing a lycan? Amy thought her parents had no knowledge of her trysts. She should have known they’d be wise to her.
Amy pleaded. “Papa, I love him.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Falling in love is a beautiful thing. But understand that people can also fall out of love. And if you’ve already been rejected by society, you can never come back.” There was sour truth to his words.
“I’ll never fall out of love with him.”
Her father sighed. “There are a lot of reasons why a woman cannot wed a lycan. But I will share the reason even you cannot ignore.”
Amy didn’t want to listen, but her body couldn’t move to escape.
Her father continued. “Think of the children. Half-breeds are treated worse than lycans. Now, I know it isn’t fair, those children didn’t ask to be half-breeds, but it’s the way society is and will always be. Society does not accept half-breeds.”
“Lycans accept half-breeds,” Amy muttered.
“Well, now,” her father said, “of course they would. Just as peasants accept royal half-bloods.”
“I’m not hungry,” Amy said, and delivered her bowl to the water basin of dirty dishes, letting it fall in with a splash.
“Red,” her mother said from near the front door, “I have something for you.” So cheerful! She sounded as though their conversation of wedding lycans never came up.
Amy went to her mother and was astonished to see a lovely red cloak with a hood. Was this a bribe?
“What do you think?” her mother asked, holding the cloak up.
Amy was flabbergasted.
“Well?”
“It’s…gorgeous,” Amy said.
“Come try it on.” Her mother went behind Amy and draped the cloak around her. “Tie the front while I attach the rest.”
Amy examined the cloak’s drawstrings hanging down from her neck and noticed there were also two loops of thin rope. What were the loops for? Probably decoration. Amy took the cloak’s drawstrings and tied a bow in front of her neck as her mother was flipping up Amy’s skirt and tying the cloak near Amy’s waist. Good thing she wore the bloomers. Her mother probably wouldn’t approve of her being naked under her skirt.
Was that a snipping sound? Amy felt something pushing up between her thighs over her bloomers. Like a flat, metal strip against her vagina.
Click.
Click.
“What is that?” Amy asked. She pulled the cloak at her waist and felt that metal object between her legs, whatever it was, pull with it. A slit had been made into each side of her skirt at her hips. Examining one hip, Amy saw a thin loop of rope from the interior of the cloak tucked inside the slit in her dress.