by Leela Ash
Dinner was beautiful and the food was almost so pretty to look at that she didn’t want to spoil it by eating anything. The conversation revolved around business and while Steve had plenty to say, Jennifer could not think of anything to add. She couldn’t have cared less about mergers and profit margins. All she could think about was the dark-haired man that kept looking at her from across the table. Their eyes met once and she wanted to melt into her seat.
“So are you staying here for the night? It would be nice if we could all wake up to Christmas morning together as a family for the first time.”
“Well…”
“We were going to stay at the other house weren’t we? I really wanted to help clean it up a bit,” Steve quickly interjected.
He had actually cut Jennifer off. She knew exactly why he wanted to stay at the other house. It certainly had nothing to do with cleaning. Well, there was one thing he wanted cleaned. Or was it that there was one thing he really wanted to clean? Truth told she couldn’t really blame the poor guy.
“Steve I haven’t missed Christmas morning with my mom my whole life. You can stay there if you really want to help and I will stay here.”
Steve had painted himself into a corner and he knew it. He didn’t look especially happy about it, but after Jennifer’s mom overheard the plan and started gushing with excitement, he knew it was too late to back pedal.
“Good, well that’s settled. It really means so much to me to have you here Jennifer.”
Steve meanwhile looked like he had just been hit in the head with a frying pan as he tried to comprehend how quickly his plans to get laid had unraveled.
Darla just looked misty eyed and Jennifer was sure that her mom had had one too many glasses of wine. At the same time she welcomed the warmth of her words. As the dinner wound down and people started to leave, Charles walked up to Jennifer, as she was matter of factly telling Steve she would see him tomorrow.
“Would you like me to show you to your room, sis?”
It was funny how he said the last word. There was the secret between the two and though Steve could sense another man encroaching, he could not say anything because they were siblings after all. Steve looked from one to the other and huffed in his confusion.
“Yea, just let me give Steve the keys.”
Jennifer pawed through her purse until she found both the car and house keys. Steve seemed genuinely shocked when she actually handed them over.
“I will see you tomorrow sweetie, okay?”
Knowing there was no use arguing at this point, he grumbled his assent and then surprised her with an impassioned and fiery kiss. She was not expecting it and especially not with so many of her family looking on. Her body was so ready for some loving she realized, that this kiss had almost been enough to convince her to go back home with him after all. She walked him to the door though, and after a final farewell, shut it before he could kiss her like that again. He might have been marking his territory, but it was effective nonetheless. Had he kissed her like that before they left her house earlier, the end of the day might have turned out very differently for both of them. Her hands brushed her lips for a moment as if to make sure they were still intact.
“That was some kiss.”
Jennifer smiled and looked back at her stepbrother sheepishly.
“Yea, it was.”
“You look surprised.”
“I am, a little.”
“Was it as good as our kiss?”
Jennifer blushed and couldn’t quite meet his eyes. She quietly followed the tall man up the long stairs. They walked down a long hall and passed several rooms before he stopped at a door and opened it. He held it open and let her walk in before he came in behind her. He shut the door and she heard the faint click of the lock. She turned around and looked at him questioningly.
“You didn’t answer my question. Was his kiss better?”
Jennifer stepped back as he approached her, the same determined look that he had had before. Her mouth was dry, as were her lips.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It just isn’t right,” she said, trying her best to believe it herself.
“That’s ridiculous; if our parents had never met no one would think twice about us being together. I think maybe it’s my turn to give you a kiss again.”
He said nothing else about her being his stepsister. He seemed as eager to forget that fact as she was. His lips came in contact with hers and there was that instant spark again. Her body remembered him and happily melded against his hard chest.
Their tongues twisted around each other and his hands explored her body once again. In their heat, he pushed her towards the bed in the middle of the guest room. Jennifer felt the back of her knees hit the mattress. His weight pushed her over and Charles fell down on top of her, his hardness instantly pressing against her mound. His mouth left hers as he started to kiss her neck. Jennifer moaned and wiggled her body underneath him, enticing him to continue his descent.
“So?” he said, pausing in his ministrations.
Jennifer looked up at the man over her body and sighed. She felt shy for a second, the intensity of his eyes overwhelming.
“I have been thinking about you since the day at the wedding. Why did you just take off like that?”
To be honest, Jennifer didn’t really know why she had run off. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him her best guess though, which was that she thought she had just felt too out of control when she was around him. She had been afraid of what she might do while under his spell. In this moment now though, she found that feeling exhilarating, rather than threatening. She was ready to let go of that control and give in to her body’s yearnings. She would be whatever he needed her to be. Moreover, she would be whatever she wanted to be herself. Screw convention. In that moment, all she wanted was Charles.
His body and mouth moved lower, nipping at the hardened nipples that poked against the thin material of her dress. His nibbling and sucking tongue, teeth, and lips went from one breast to the other and then slowly moved down her stomach. Her lower abdomen trembled as his hot breathe steamed through the thin fabric of her dress.
“I love this dress and the color on you, but at this moment I really just want it off,” he said, almost apologetically.
Jennifer squealed as he pulled the hem up and exposed her from the waist down. She looked past her heaving chest and saw his face start to lower to her sex. All that stood between them was a rather frilly pair of lace panties that almost matched her dress. The red made her feel sexy and the man’s mouth on her nether-lips proved that he seemed to agree.
Jennifer’s painted nails delved into his hair and scraped along his scalp as he pulled her panties to the side. His breath became hotter and she whimpered when she felt the tip of his tongue lightly pressing against her wet button. His fingers held her open while he pressed harder and made her moan louder. Her hips came up to search for his mouth and when he locked on her engorged nub and started to suck, she bucked underneath him.
“Yes Charles, oh God.”
Jennifer was at the precipice and then flying over the edge entirely into oblivion before she knew it. Charles slid a finger inside of her and started to finger-fuck her quickly as her fluid squirted out around his thrusting digit. His name was on her lips, over and over again as he pushed her past pleasure. Her body heaved and contracted until it hurt. Her core was sensitive and even with a finger inside, she wanted more. He relented and pulled back to leave her. Her thighs pulled together as she closed her eyes tightly in her enjoyment of the moment.
“How do you get this thing off?”
The man’s voice was strained and Jennifer smiled. Her eyes opened to find him tugging his own shirt off. That, he could accomplish. She sat up and started to pull down her own zipper as best she could. She turned her back to him and he yanked it down the rest of the way. She heard it rip and protested.
“I’ll buy you ten more, just please get it off!” he laughed.
She
looked back at his desirous eyes and muscled chest. Jennifer felt the same overwhelming need and she quickly pulled the straps off her shoulders. She pushed it down to her waist and looked back at him, giving him an eyeful of her perky young breasts. Charles let out what sounded almost like an animal’s growl as his hands went for his pants. A long thick cock popped out as he pulled them down with a jerk.
Climbing back on the bed, Charles pushed her over onto her stomach and hands. He grabbed the rest of the dress and pulled it down her thighs, letting it bunch at her knees. He rubbed his hard aching cock several times across her ass and then her soaked pussy before suddenly squeezing it through her spread lips and inside. Charles groaned deep and Jennifer cried out. She was suddenly filled to the brim just as he was engulfed as he planted himself deep inside her hole.
“Oh, that feels amazing. You feel amazing,” she half moaned and half sang out.
He pulled out slowly and then pushed forward quickly again, bottoming out inside of her. The dress held her legs together and with her thighs shut, his cock pushed in to new depths she had not felt before. Her thighs pushed together with each stroke and stimulated her inflamed clit. He moved faster inside of her, rutting in and out of her body as he held her hips steady with his powerful hands. Each thrust pushed her face further into the mattress. Her mouth was agape as she moaned into the comforter beneath her prone body. He had to pull her back up several times, as he was literally driving her into and across the bed.
Charles withdrew his meat from her for a moment and turned her over onto her back. He pulled the dress the rest of the way off of her long legs and then opened her wide. Her little pink pussy taunted him and he bent down to taste her juices once more, before pushing back in with his rod, her calves pinned against his broad shoulders. She let out an involuntary moan with each hard plunge in and then squealed with pleasure as his hand went to the top of her slit to rub.
“Oh my God, Charles, I’m coming.”
He didn’t need her warning, as he could feel her hole flooding around his throbbing shaft. Her walls crushed him as he gritted his teeth, trying to draw out their pleasure just a little longer. Watching her face change and feeling her body writhing underneath him was more than he could handle. He bellowed over her high-pitched shrieks, filling her with his seed. Each hot blast made her insides convulse, making him groan and his cock twitch. Thank God they were at the far end of the east wing, she thought absently.
When it was over, the two laid next to each other in the bed, both covered with a thin sheen of sweat and gasping in large breaths of air. It took Jennifer several minutes to unclench her legs and to open her eyes to her stepbrother. Now he was her lover.
“Wow,” Jennifer giggled, her hands running over his sweaty chest.
“Wow is right.”
He moved down the bed and kissed her bruised lower lips, his hands caressing her belly. His eyes held mischief as he took her rosy tip into his mouth once more.
“I wish you could always stay here. We could be one big happy family. I could come visit you at night and we could do all sorts of naughty things. Your school is only fifty miles away,” he said with a mischievous smile.
Jennifer grinned back at him and was about to speak until his mouth moved lower again and she temporarily lost that ability. She said nothing. She didn’t know what to say. This trip was not exactly what she had expected. That was an understatement. She just kept reminding herself that had their parents never met this relationship would be no different than any other. Maybe our parents will get divorced she half hoped. Well, she could dream, but for the time being he was still her stepbrother and she guessed she would just have to take the future one day at a time.
THE END
Wolf Shifter Romance
Mated to the Highland Wolf
Samantha Leal
Copyright ©2015 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.
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1.
Muriel looked out across the loch as the sun began to set over the mountains. Even though winter had yet to arrive around Inverness, the air was crisp and the chill seemed to rattle gently through her bones. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. She had always loved her home and this moment was no exception. The beauty surrounding Cawdor Castle was incredible, the mountains, the lush greens of the land and the deep loch that was laid out before her always took her breath away.
Behind her, in the distance and coming from deep within the forest, she was aware of the sounds of her brothers and father playing with their swords. They clashed their steel together and laughed as if they didn’t have a care in the world, even though Muriel knew the real reason behind why the boys were being trained was definitely not funny. Clan Calder was at risk like many other of the highland families that were scattered around Scotland. The bigger and more powerful clans were trying to claim them and take over them all. Muriel shuddered at the prospect of a war and bit her bottom lip. The cold had turned it dry and she wet it with the tip of her tongue and felt the icy chill bite at her again.
“Back to the castle,” she whispered to herself as she turned on her heel and wrapped an arm around her horse’s neck before she hoisted herself up and sat astride it. The beast had been a present for her thirteenth birthday and they had grown up side by side over the years, their love and deep bond strengthening with each passing day. She had named him Hugo after the ancestral legend of how their clan had come to be, started by a French knight who had settled there and begun the Thane of Calder. Hugo had grown into a strong and powerful beast, and was one of the finest horses within the entire castle. Muriel was honored to be able to call him hers and each time she climbed up onto his back and dug her heels into his side, she knew that he accepted her and wanted to be her steed.
She kicked her heels against him and he picked up his pace into a gallop. Muriel clutched tightly onto his mane as they approached the forest and the sound of her brothers and father came closer. As Hugo slowed and they trotted slowly into the forest and between the trees she smiled as she saw her youngest brother Hamish standing tall and proud with their father’s sword, a piece so big it dwarfed him in size.
“I think you may need one of your own, Hamish,” she smiled warmly. “Something tells me that will be hard to take into battle.”
Hamish smiled boyishly and tried to lift the huge hunk of steel high over his head, failing with his trembling arms which brought it crashing down into the soft, moist earth.
“But I’m a big lad now,” he said triumphantly. He pushed his hands sturdily into his hips and looked at her challengingly. Her father laughed with a hearty roar and slapped the lad on his back before they both made their way over to Muriel and her horse at the clearing’s edge.
“It’s late,” her father said. “You should have been back at the castle hours ago.”
Muriel nodded sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.
“No place for women out here at night,” he father said, “It’s not safe.”
“Och, I know pa,” she said. “But I lost track of time.”
“Back now,” he emphasized sternly but without anger. “Your mother will be worried sick.”
Muriel nodded and turned Hugo around, ready to begin their walk back to the castle gates. Her brothers all let out low chuckles and she wanted to turn around, jump down and punch the lot of them, but she knew it was pointless. She could easily be just as good a warrior as them, when the time came… but because of her sex she was destined to be cast aside and married off to a worthy suitor just to keep alliances sweet.
She stuck her tongue out at her brothers before she dug her heels into Hugo’s side and they galloped back out across the valley and towards Castle Cawdor. Muriel, the only female offspring of the Calder’s, had lived a sheltered life up
until this point, but she knew in her bones it was all about to change. It wasn’t just her father training the boys, or him insisting she wasn’t beyond the walls of Cawdor after nightfall, there was something hanging in the air. She could tell there was a storm coming. News reached them from the peasant boys every so often, stories of other castles that had fallen, whole families wiped out and the bloody trail that was headed in their direction. And even though her mother, father and any of the other elders would deny it… she could sense something was coming for Cawdor that none of them would be able to prevent without an army.
As Hugo’s hooves clattered across the drawbridge and the guards helped her down before leading him away to his stable for the night, Muriel vowed that she would never be as secretive with her own children. Whoever her husband turned out to be, she would insist that they were a real family, open, honest and full of love. This above all else, is what she craved. And she knew that if she wanted it enough, one day she was sure to get it.
2.
Sounds drifted through the castle of men and women feasting in the Grand Hall and even though Muriel had barely eaten anything for hours, she wasn’t tempted to join them. Her family and she had had a shaky past, and now as she was getting older and becoming a woman of her own, she had found herself disagreeing with them on many occasions.
Muriel smiled pleasantly as she passed the guards and made her way down one of the darkened corridors. She would climb the staircase at the end of it and ascend to the second floor where her bed chamber was waiting. Her nurse and confidant Elizabeth would be waiting for her, with no doubt a lecture and a warm bath. And even though a telling off was the last thing she needed, she would let Elizabeth go ahead and scold her anyway. She didn’t have the energy for a fight.
She pushed open the door to her bed chamber and the flicker of flames from the open fire danced around the room and licked an orange glow lightly up the stone walls. She closed the door silently behind her and Elizabeth startled from her resting place, a chair at the side of the hearth.