by Tl Reeve
She stared into his blue eyes, cupping his muzzle with her hands. “Kalkin?” She searched his gaze, willing him silently to answer her. “Can you shift back, please? I want to see you. See you do it. Shift…er, whatever you call it, please.”
He rubbed his massive head against her palm.
“This is so stupid. I’m talking to a wolf. To you. Like this is no big deal. It should be a big deal. You’re a wolf and I’m a gifted person. We’re out in the middle of nowhere and…are you…naked? Lord have mercy, you are, aren’t you? I have got to tell you, Kalkin, I would have been happy with you telling me this at the house, even though Dani figured it out first and told me.” She only rambled when she was nervous or when she’d been scared. She hated it. It was a weakness she shouldn’t be showing. It would only excite the mangy mutt in front of her.
He growled. Spanking.
Keeley snorted. “Of course.”
The wolf placed his massive front paws on her shoulders and towered over her. As he stared down at her, the air once again began to build with electricity and it crackled against her flesh, making the hairs on her arms stand up. A brilliant flash of white light engulfed her and the wolf. The warmth of it caressed her senses, invading her, pushing away all of the negative in her soul, leaving it soothed, and not so tattered. When it disappeared, Kalkin leaned over her.
The wolf wasn't the only thing that was massive.
A flush crept into her cheeks. The muscles of his body were tense, coiled, waiting. The tattoos she’d caught a glimpse of earlier filled the majority of his upper body. Most were tribal, some were specific designs she couldn’t quite make out in the darkness. All of them, though, were fitting for the man who loomed over her. He glanced down and grinned. The spark of mischief in his blue eyes warmed her. He sat back slightly and palmed his length. He squeezed and groaned. “Forgot what it's like to run and give chase.” His tone held some of the wolf still, but she didn't care.
Keely's entire body clenched in anticipation with each pump of his fist. She licked her lips, trying to find her voice, but no matter how many times she tried to speak, nothing came out. She ate him up with her gaze. She'd been right. Not an ounce of fat on his body.
“Like what you see?” The spark of lust in his voice slid down her spine and settled low in her belly.
She swallowed hard, blinking up at him while she tried to calm her rioting hormones as he sat back on his haunches. Instead of having a bird’s eye view of his hard dick, she took in the wide expanse of his chest. Man, is he ripped, all hard muscles and tan skin. Focus, Keeley, you just freaking saw him shift for the first time. Say something witty. Don’t be an asshole.
He reached for her, tucking his hand under her chin so her eyes met with his. “You were honest with me at the hospital. I wanted to be honest with you.”
“Dani,” she laughed, repeating herself. “I wasn’t sure, though. Until earlier.” She didn’t tell him about Aiden. “The festival is a shifter celebration, isn't it?”
Kalkin nodded.
“Are you going to talk to me, instead of speaking like your wolf?” She cocked a brow. She didn’t mind, but it was weird and though she accepted him, it still kind of freaked her out.
“It's more like a shifter holiday, and I planned on talking, but I can scent your confusion,” Kalkin admitted. “I was allowing you to get it all out.”
“You can scent me?” She scrambled away from him, glaring at him in shock. “What exactly can you scent, Kalkin?”
At least he had the good graces to wince. “If you're asking me if could smell every single time you were aroused, then yes, I could.” He growled at her as he stood up. “My sense of smell is so damn good in fact, those nights you laid in your bed and masturbated, I was able to smell the sweet scent of your release on you the next day. It fucking drove me nuts, because it should have been me making you come, Keeley. Not you.”
“Oh,” she gasped while working up the nerve to gaze at him. Exactly how did one construct a comeback for his blunt statement?
“Only you, Keeley, would find out I am a shifter and focus on the fact that I can smell your arousal.” Kalkin moved closer to her. “Should I tell you I can smell it now? That it calls to me? I crave to taste it. I yearn to claim you and make you mine in every fucking sense of the word.” His tone was harsh. His eyes were heavy-lidded with passion and need for her.
Keeley took a deep, shaky breath as she processed Kal's comments. She had plenty of time to process their conversation at the hospital. Had gone over every single word. She attempted to dissect the meaning behind every word he had spoken to her, but the truth of the matter was simple. He wanted her and she wanted him. So badly, in fact, most days she couldn't even concentrate, and at night? Well, he was already well aware of what she did during the night. He stirred something inside of her from the moment he stepped onto her property and insisted on helping them move into their house. Oh sure, she fought against it. Fought against him and they both knew it, but she was tired of fighting it. She just wanted him. She felt compelled by the man standing in front of her. No matter how hard she fought against the growing attraction between them, it couldn’t be denied.
Keeley tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. They were at an impasse and if she didn’t do something quickly, she would lose her shot at being his. “So, what are you waiting for?”
“I don't know, sweet cheeks.” His tone relayed a hint of frustration as he moved closer to her. His hand cupped her shoulder, squeezing gently. “Maybe for you to accept the fact of who and what I am? I want you to realize what you're getting into with me.”
“You're completely naked, Kal.” She gave him a timid smile. “I realize exactly what I am getting.”
“Smart ass.” He grinned down at her. His thumb reached out to rub her full bottom lip “Do you accept who and what I am?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “I am not scared of your wolf. I like him. I think subconsciously, I realized what you were a while ago, but it’s all been so much to take in…so much to process.” She reached up and palmed his cheek. “I love your eyes. I can usually tell your mood just by looking into your eyes.”
He stepped closer to her, moving his hands to her hips, holding her securely “You're my mate, Keeley, and my wolf's mate. This is a one-time deal. Once we're mated, I'll never leave your side. We're mates for life.” He pulled her body close to his, allowing her to feel the long, hard length of his erection. “You're mine. All fucking mine.” He growled as he bent down to scoop her up. She gave a little yelp and wrapped her arms securely around his neck.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, before burying her face in the crook of his neck.
“You'll see.” He walked a few feet then stopped. “Look.”
She turned her head, gasping in surprise at what met her eyes. “Did you do this?” Keeley already knew the answer as he placed her down on her feet and stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. She had thought the path was a dead end, and it had ended by the rock wall, but a little further up, the tree line opened, allowing even more of the full, bright moon in. It bathed the tiny alcove in a bright white light, and she could see clearly a bed made of moss, pine, and leaves.
“Yes, it's our mating bed, it's tradition.” Kalkin grinned down at her as she felt his hands on the hem of her shirt.
“Wait, you're going to take me outside?!” She turned around to look at him, shocked.
“Yup.” He pulled the sleeveless shirt of hers over her head, dropping it on the ground. “I am going to fuck you outside, on that bed I made, Keeley, while the full moon blesses our mating.” He reached for the snap on her jeans. “Anything else you want to ask me, Keeley?” His voice was heavy with need as he pushed her pants down past her hips.
She bit her lip while she stared at him. She felt a slight breeze wash over her skin and she glanced down, realizing she was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties. This was going to happen.
“Yeah.�
� She pointed to his erection “Are you sure that is going to fit?”
He threw his head back, laughing. “It will fit. Every single inch of it.” His voice dropped, taking on a roughened quality. It wiggled through her body and made her clit throb.
“You're awful sure of yourself, aren't you?” She had her doubts; there was just no way it was going to fit. At least not comfortably.
10
“You were made for me, Keeley, you're my mate. Granted,”—he wiggled his brows at her—“it might be a bit of a tight fit, but we will get it all in there.” He smiled. “And it will be a hell of a lot of fun getting there. Trust me.”
“You're enjoying this.”
“I would rather be enjoying you if you ever shut up for longer than five fucking minutes,” he growled at her.
She unhooked the clasp of her bra, then moved her shoulders slightly, allowing the material to fall away from her breasts and pool in front of her. The warm night air caressed her nipples, puckering them into tight beads. Then, she hooked her fingers in the hem of her panties. Her hands trembled as she removed the scrap of material covering her pussy. She resisted the urge to hide herself. She’d never been so exposed before in her life, voluntarily. Keeley reached deep and steeled herself to his perusal.
“Fuck, you're beautiful” He ran the back of his hand across her breast. The roughness spiked the arousal blooming inside of her. “So fucking responsive.” He cupped the full mound in his palm and teased her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Her nipple pearled under his ministrations.
Keeley sucked in a breath.
“Like what I’m doing to you? I bet if I touched your pussy, you’d be all wet, wouldn’t you, sweet cheeks?” He ran his thumb across her nipple again.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, going to her tiptoes. She gripped his forearms, trying to keep herself steady.
Kalkin lowered his mouth to hers. His lips brushed over hers once, then twice before settling in. He teased the seam of her mouth with his tongue, silently demanding entrance, and when she moaned, he took advantage. Their tongues tangled, retreated and met again. He took everything she gave him and then some, yet she didn't care. She wanted this man with a single-minded focus. She pressed the palms of her hands to the wide expanse of his chest, allowing his natural warmth to seep into her. The steady beat of his heart also calmed her. Settled some of her fears.
He broke the kiss and picked her up to lay her down on the bed he had made for them.
“Kal,” she whispered. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he pressed kisses to her neck then her collarbones and between her breasts.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” He slipped between her thighs, holding himself apart from her. “Just a little taste. I have been yearning to know what you taste like.” He pressed a kiss to her belly, then one to her hip. “What you’ll look like when you come on my tongue.” He pressed his mouth to her inner thigh and nipped the flesh.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chanted as her hips jerked in anticipation of feeling his lips and tongue on her. “Kal!” She tugged at his hair. The rough stroke of his tongue made her see stars.
Each excruciating lap and lick prolonged what she wanted most. The blasted man made sure he touched her everywhere but the one place she wanted his mouth. On her clit. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her body as she arched and writhed below him. Her breath came in soft pants. Her mind splintered. He rimmed the opening of her pussy, teasing her while he brought his fingers up and slowly spread the lips of her pussy, opening her to his gaze.
“So pretty. So pink.” He moaned against her pussy as he slipped his tongue into her, slowly fucking her with it, pushing her toward her release. She tried to clench around his tongue, in an attempt to hold him, as her body hummed with pleasure.
“Please,” she begged when he shifted positions and moved up a bit. She wasn't exactly sure what she begged for—more, maybe? Help in relieving the aching need building within her? She rode his face, holding him tightly against her pussy. He took her clit between his lips and sucked the tiny swollen bud into his mouth. He lashed it. Circled it. Drove her insane with the many different ways he teased her to the point of pain.
She screamed, her back arched off the bed, as the walls of her vagina tightened with expectancy, then began their rhythmic pulse as her release washed over her. Kalkin kept at her, lapping every single drop of her climax from her pussy.
Stunned, she stared up at the moon while trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t find the words to describe what just happened to her. Nor the sensation of having a man gently ease her down. “Wow.” She realized she still held onto him and whispered an apology before letting him go.
Kalkin crawled up her body, placing kisses to her pubic bone then each hip bone before he settled himself between her legs and stared down at her. He spread her wide, to accommodate his size.
“I am not an easy lover, Keeley.” His roughened voice turned almost gravelly, like he warred with his wolf for who'd be in control. “I like sex rough.” He leaned down to nip at the curve of her full breast. Her hips jerked and she was able to feel his cock against her. “I’m demanding. Do you understand me?” He nipped at the other breast.
“Yes-s-s.”
At least she hoped she did.
“Can I touch you?” She reached for the thick, hard length jutting up toward his belly. “Taste you?” She licked her lips.
“Fuck, sweet cheeks, not now, later.” He grabbed her hand to prevent her from getting anywhere near his body.
“Why?” She frowned while rolling her hips. The action rubbed her pussy across the crest of his erection and added to the eroticism of the situation.
“Because my control is being held together by a very thin string right now.” Kal ran his tongue around the nipple of her right breast, sending shivers cascading through her body. “All I want to do is sink my dick into your snug, wet little pussy and not stop ‘til I’m balls deep with you coming around me Fuck, don’t you get it, baby? I’m on edge. You touch me now and it’ll be all over before I get to the gates of heaven.”
“Nothing is stopping you,” she whispered, her voice husky, filled with need for the man who loomed above her.
“Other than the fact that it might hurt you,” he grumbled. “Unless of course, my sweet, you enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure.” He drew her nipple into his mouth and bit down on the hardened point until she cried out from the mixture of both. Then he released it with a pop. “Do you, Keeley?” He groaned. “I think you do. Your scent is thick with your arousal.”
“Do I, what?” She blinked up at him, attempting to focus on what he was saying, almost completely blissed out.
“Enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure?” Kalkin's voice dropped even lower, while his predatory gaze flared with desire.
“I-I’m not sure,” she stuttered as he leaned down, seemingly enthralled with her breasts. She felt marked and a different pressure began to build within her. One that left her teetering on the brink.
He had amped it up for their play, and she found she did, in fact, like a bit of pain with her pleasure. His entire body loomed over her, supported on his left forearm, while his free hand captured her right breast. He tugged and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Each pass built the growing need inside of her, causing her hips to buck.
She cried out as he released her.
“Uh huh. Don't bother denying it either, because I can feel all that sweet cream coating my dick every time I increase the pressure on these sweet nipples.” His voice rumbled with satisfaction. “We're going to have a lot of fun, for damn sure.”
“Fuck me, Kal. Please, no more. I need you inside me,” she pleaded with him. She groaned, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as he teased her clit with his tip. The bastard got off on seeing her suffer through his onslaught. She jerked when he did it again, sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through her body.
He lifted off her, and she sucked in
a breath. A moment of fear flashed through her mind. What if he figured it out? What if he didn’t want someone like her? What if he went too fast and hurt her horribly? For a split second, she thought about stopping the whole thing then she called herself all kinds of names for being such a foolish little girl.
Keeley took a moment to admire his gorgeous form. All male. All power and grace. The tip of his cock glistened with precum and she wanted to lick it off of him. Taste the man's essence. Would she like it? Would she become addicted to it? Would he allow her to have her way with him whenever she wanted as well as when he wanted? She licked her lips as she reached out, wrapping her hand around his girth. Her fingers didn’t meet, though.
Kalkin groaned, adding his hand to hers. “Fuck. This is dangerous, sweet cheeks.” He showed her how he liked to be stroked. He tightened her hand around him. The warm, silky length jerked in her palm and he groaned. He flexed his hips counterpoint to her pumping his engorged flesh. “Shit.” He hissed, throwing his head back while continuing to help her jerk him off.
God, he was beautiful.
She gathered the drops of his precum onto the tips of her fingers before releasing him, then slowly brought her fingers up to her mouth. She raised her gaze, catching his ice blue stare. The first taste of his essence exploded across her taste buds when she licked her fingers. He was sweet, like honey with a kick, added to something spicy.
Kalkin wrapped his hand around the base of his cock then leaned forward, pushing the crest of his dick against the folds of her pussy. He took a moment to rub it against her distended clit before he slipped into the entrance of her vagina. She brought her legs up, wrapping her thighs around his slim hips, urging him to keep going and not stop. If he stopped, he might figure out the truth and she couldn’t handle if it disgusted him. He pushed slowly into her bit by bit. Her back arched as she rolled her hips in an attempt to sink him deeper into her.