Winds of Change

by Kat Keppeler

  Finn waited til she was in the bathroom before he crossed to the dresser to pull out a pair of flannel pajama pants, stripping to nothing but his shirt. The sounds of Velcro sounded, Skye could hear it through the door as he unstrapped the leg and leaned it against the wall. He hopped to the bed then and had the pajama pants up before he called her back into the room. He had strategically placed a few files on his lap to hide the erection that was making it hard to concentrate.

  Skye didn’t know what was wrong with her, it felt a little like the tense, too tight feeling of the full moon but it was nowhere near time for that. She did get restless and, yes, amorous on the full moon but this was different. Skye blamed it on her tight hold from keeping her wolf from having its way with rubbing against Finn but she didn’t really have any clue about the instincts driving her towards Finn relentlessly..

  While Finn changed, she held onto the sink in the bathroom, and saw her wolf glowing through her blue eyes, turning them eerie and brilliant. She turned the taps on to splash some chilled water onto her fevered cheeks and the nape of her neck. When Finn called her out, at least her eyes weren’t glowing like a feral thing but she couldn’t do anything about her scent.

  She tried to shove the embarrassment aside. Wolf shifters just had insane senses of smell. Skye had grown up human and adjustment to having her business all out there for everyone was an absolute pain in the butt. She settled down next to Finn on the bed as it was the only place to really sit in the room and dutifully took her stack of files. At least looking through files was probably the world’s least erotic activity.

  “Wow, hardcopy. So what am I looking for?” Skye wanted to know as she settled down with her legs crossed under her on the bed. Skye didn’t even squirm or inch closer which, she thought, was some real peak restraint on her part.

  She was close and he could smell it again on the air. Finn groaned audibly before giving her an embarrassed look, a flush darkening his tanned cheeks. “Need to find out who Seamus left behind whom he had currently been treating. Who’s going to need refills. I know Dave is one of them. He’s going to need refills of his blood pressure medication…”

  Finn paused, his gaze dropping down to squint a little at the file on his lap. He could make out Seamus’ handwriting just fine, it was trying to ignore his dick throbbing at every breath Skye took that made it hard to concentrate. This had been a terrible idea but he still didn’t tell her to leave.

  “Shifters aren’t impervious to disease and there’s quite a few in town who are quite old and need check ups. We just have to find out who, plus the local witch coven, they’re just as human as they come even if they have magic.”

  He had opened the file but was looking straight at Skye the whole time. He could feel his wolf inside struggling to the surface, a fertile female sitting beside him had the beast inside wanting to pounce.

  “I… uh…” Said Finn, forgetting what he had been saying. It wasn’t the first time that he’d caught the scent of a fertile female but he’d never felt the urge to mate so strongly. Even with Dru and just thinking that sent a pang of guilt into his belly. Skye reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the same ear he had nipped earlier and Finn swallowed a lump in his throat. Finn was losing the battle with his arousal and their scents started to mingle together in the too small room.

  “Coffee?” He asked and went to stand as he’d forgotten the leg had been discarded from the night. He was on his one good leg and about to step forward when he remembered the lack, the files slipping from his lap.

  “Oh, right…” Finn shook his head, dropping back to the bed as he couldn’t bring the coffee back without risking spilling it. He had sat closer unintentionally and his thigh brushed hers. It was literally all it took to shred the last of his restraint. Finn turned and cupped Skye’s cheek before his mind caught up to his instincts. His wolf much like hers had been, surging to the surface enough that the blue of his eyes had turned feral.

  “....Skye?” He asked before he suddenly kissed her.

  She moaned when his mouth slanted over hers. It wasn’t a sweet kiss, no, it was primal and full of heat and need. Skye gripped the fabric of his shirt, her hands fisting in it tightly on the off chance he might pull away before giving her what she needed so desperately.

  Her teeth came down, hard, on his lower lip, insistent. Skye pulled herself closer until she was finally in his lap where she’d wanted to be so badly. She straddled his hips, never breaking contact and blatantly ground herself into him, pressing her hot core against his erection. The thin fabric of her leggings and his pajama pants wasn’t much of a barrier but it certainly was an annoyance. She growled, low in her chest - not the deep rumble that the males made but certainly no sound a human would, or could, manage.

  Finn had been meaning to tell her his suspicions when his wolf had managed to shake Finn’s grip free enough that he’d kissed her, claimed her, and now she was in his lap grinding her body against his cock. He groaned, the primal urge or their wolves pushing against the both of them. She growled with her need, her mouth insistent and demanding on his, and that had only stoked his desire.

  Finn was large and he was damned strong, not that he’d have to assert his shifter strength for fabric. He could feel the heat between her thighs against his hard cock, he wanted nothing more than to be deeply within her. His hands gripped her shirt and pulled, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air as he tore her shirt from her. He flung both pieces of it away, reaching for her breasts. He cupped them in his hands roughly before he was dragging his hands against her hips.

  Finn growled in return then, his rumble deeper than hers, quickly flipping Skye in his arms to the bed. His hands dragged her leggings off of her body so violently that they, too, would be ripped in some places. He balanced on his knees before her, his eyes still feral like the wolf within. He was watching her, but for a moment the man leashed the beast.

  “Tell me you want this and I’m yours…” Finn heard himself say while his thick fingers found her wet core again, sliding against it just to see what she’d do. When she arched against his touch he knew the answer before she even spoke it. Skye moaned a wordless response, her hips rising in blatant encouragement

  Finn’s hesitation was the last thread of his human guise holding on before he was lost in the pheromones and his instinct and need took over.

  “Fuck, I want you so bad…” Finn rumbled, a growl leaving him as he yanked his own shirt over his head and pushed the pajama bottoms down. He stood over Skye with his throbbing erection pressed against her thigh. “Tell me you want it too.”

  “You know I do,” Skye growled her response as she was tossed back on the bed, her teeth bared white and sharp against the pretty pink of her lips. Her hair slipped down, forming a silky white halo around her head and the wolf had bled back into her eyes until she shut them and arched her hips again as his thick fingers worked between her thighs. She arched backwards, her back almost bowed against the bed. The slick muscles of her channel clenched down on his hand almost painfully tight.

  Her lips curled, showing canines that had gone sharper, more feral, but she let her hands fall back clawing at his new mattress as she let Finn do as he would with her body, “I want to sink my teeth in your shoulder and mark you as mine. Forever.”

  Skye’s gaze slitted open again, glittering with need and hunger, “If you don’t want that, I should go now, Finn. Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

  Her hips arched against his palm, the muscles flexing along her toned body and the scent of both of their need was thick in the room. Whether either of them could walk away was damn near impossible at this point. They’d tried. Oh, how they’d tried.

  Finn hesitated for just a moment, his fingers still playing over her wet slit as if he could coax her to climax just with the deft touches of his large hand. He could feel her clenching and twisting against just his fingers.

  “I want you.” Finn said with a growl, propping himse
lf over her with one hand so he could lean to suck one nipple into his mouth, his teeth scraping against its hardened peak.

  “I want to be yours as much as make you mine. I want to mark you but…” But it would be a lot less ritualistic tonight and he knew it, there’d be time for that later. Just as he felt her about to tip over the edge, her growing wetness signaling it, Finn pulled his hand free.

  He quickly flipped her onto her belly, his hand tangling into her hair then. The explanation he’d wanted to give her fell from his lips as he pulled her almost to her knees, angling her ass for him. It was a struggle to find any words as he’d fought his instincts for far too long. Finn kissed the smooth skin of her back, nipping the nape of her neck as his mouth found that gentle curve of her body. He pressed himself against her, but before he sank himself within her he stopped. “Skye I will not be gentle…”

  She had whined softly, her wolf bleeding into her voice as he withdrew his hand and left her empty. Before she could snap and snarl at him, though his big hands held her steady and angled her hips for his use. Skye let out a low groan when he stopped. He was lucky he had her pinned on her hands and knees because if he kept teasing, Finn was running the real risk of getting nipped hard.

  “Good,” she breathed, arching her ass up to press against him and letting her back arch until her too sensitive nipples brushed the sheets. Her hands were fisted in the covers and her silky hair spilled over one shoulder exposing the pale column of her throat. “Don’t be.”

  Finn groaned as she pressed herself against the hard head that was throbbing against her. He wanted it so bad, the point of no return sped by at warp speed. One hand propped him up to the right, he gripped her shoulder with his left hand and pressed himself against her until he felt the engorged head of his cock find its home hard.

  He was large, larger than Lee, every inch of him was rugged and hard. Naked he was stunning to look at with firm muscled lines. Even though he was missing that one leg it didn’t distract from how attractive he was physically. He pulled her back against him, that hard grip on her shoulder forced her back hard as his hips found a rough purchase. He filled her deeply. He wanted to do so many things with his hands but balance was a real problem for him in this position. Letting go of her shoulder, Finn gripped her hair instead, fucking her deeply as he pulled her head back. It seemed like every thrust against her body he claimed her deeper, harder. Soon he was completely over her, his teeth nipping her back shoulder while he pounded into her from behind with bruising force.

  Skye’s climax washed over her with embarrassing swiftness, he thrust into her and pleasure rose up to swamp her like a tidal wave. She cried out, soft gasping cries of pure pleasure but Finn never even slowed. He drove into her relentlessly and Skye groaned, arching her back and encouraging him to pound her with absolute abandon. Her pleasure peaked but never fully ebbed, and before too long Skye could feel her muscles tightening against his cock.

  The sting of her hair being pulled and controlled only heightened her pleasure and she automatically let her head fall to the side at his urgings to display the pale column of her throat in absolute submission.

  She was bearing her throat, begging to be claimed, one big hand slid around it as if he might squeeze. There was a growl, she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder as he claimed her as his mate, leaving his mark in her pale flesh next to the silvered scars from Rory and Chance that were the only scars on her soft skin. The moment he tasted her blood on his lips, he felt Skye tighten around him as she found her pleasure a second time. Finn pump hard into her twice more before the orgasm shook him. Finn spilled himself within her in great shuddering bursts, her climax milking his own.

  When Finn was done he collapsed beside her, his long hair stuck to his face with his sweat. Her blood was still on his mouth and his chest heaved as Finn tried to catch his breath. He looked over at Skye who was rosy cheeked with the flush of pleasure. He pulled her close in what would seem like an embrace but wasn’t. It took Skye a moment to realize he was offering his shoulder, inviting her to claim him.

  Skye nuzzled his neck gently, pressing a tender kiss to his skin before she found the flesh of his shoulder. Skye reached down to join their hands together, fingers laced and palm to palm before she bit his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood and leave her mark.

  Perhaps because they weren’t currently in the throes of passion, the magic of Skye’s wolf rising as she claimed him was more apparent than it had been when she’d bitten Lee. Even Skye noticed the shift. Her wolf settled with satisfaction as their mate bond settled into place. She could feel Finn now, would be able to feel if he was hurt or furious. She’d always be able to find him and he’d be able to always sense Skye, as well. It was how her mates had found her before.

  Skye had hoped it would settle some of the awful aching need she felt but although she was sated and blissfully sore, her nuzzling of his skin in apology for the necessary pain quickly turned sensual as she began to take the chance to explore the muscular lines of his body. Her wolf might be sated but Skye wasn’t yet. She curled into him, exploring his skin with her hands and her lips. How she could still be up for anything after being claimed so completely, Skye had no idea.

  “Finn…?” She asked, a request for permission in her tone, her hand slipping down over the taunt muscles of his abdomen and towards where his muscles cut in towards his groin in that deep ‘v’.

  Finn looked over at her, one brow rising in question. The look in her eyes and the fingers dipping closer to his groin had the desired effect; he was growing hard again. There was no response, wolves had a very short refractory period especially in the presence of a fertile female, she gasped as he pulled her over him and filled her again.

  The night was a long one, the two of them spent themselves again and again until exhaustion took them over. Finn finally slept until his internal clock woke him, he’d have to rise to do the meditation circle, that he peeled himself away from her. Tucking her deep into the blankets, Finn quietly hopped into the bathroom to put on his leg and a sweatsuit to brave the snow.

  As he walked out, sore from the night with Skye, he caught sight of Rory walking to his truck. Finn fought a surge of guilt, he’d had Rory’s mate and even claimed her as his own at a very crucial time. It would be customary to allow the pack leaders to couple and attempt to reproduce but Finn had interrupted that. Despite the ribbing he gave their alpha, Finn had no desire to challenge the man. He was a good leader.

  Rory gave the limping man a consternated look, the lurch in his gait far more pronounced than normal. They all had felt it in the bond surge into place, sure, but they had not expected Finn to be so…. much.

  As Rory pulled the door to his truck open Finn hailed him causing him to pause and give the big wolf his full attention, awaiting explanation.

  “You might want to brace yourselves over the next few days.” Finn said moving to go around Rory to the meditation circle they’d set up.

  “The girl is in heat.” Finn said flatly as he passed, the ache of the evening’s antics clear in the stiffness of his movements.

  Chapter Nine

  Rory sent Lee to fetch Skye. Just because it was a normal wolves fertile period didn’t mean there would be cubs but the very knowledge of it excited her mates. A tinge of jealousy threaded through Rory at the idea of another alpha with his mate, especially during a fertile time. It may not guarantee a litter of pups, but if it did end in pregnancy now he’d have to wonder whom their sire was. Rory put that out of his mind, repressing the slight twinges of jealousy. All of Skye’s cubs would be his to care for, regardless of who might sire them biologically.

  Lee carried Skye to the bathroom inside, wrapped in a sheet speckled with drops of blood from the mating bites. She was sleepy and half awake in her arms, nuzzling against his throat with the languid affection that she often showed in the morning. Lee barely got her settled into the shower when she pulled him in with her. Skye was stronger than a mortal woman, certainly,
but she usually didn’t exert herself like the other shifters. While she might be able to pick Lee up, she’d certainly never done it before. Lee made a noise of surprise before he was being dragged into the spray of hot water, fully clothed.

  “What the-?!” Lee started before Skye pulled open his shirt forcefully, buttons popping against the shower curtain. It was all the encouragement he needed.

  “Oh!” Lee said with too bright a smile, reaching for Skye and crushing her naked body against him.

  To her mate, Skye’s scent was even more intoxicating than it had been before. A hungry growl left his throat as he kissed Skye feverishly, pushing his wet and ruined shirt off. The shirt was flung over the top of the shower curtain, landing with a wet slap on the floor.

  Skye moaned, shifting slightly so that Lee could pin her against the slick tiles of the shower walls. Skye was certainly an enthusiastic lover in general but this was a whole new level as she turned her attention from his shirt to shredding his slacks. Curling her hands into small claws, her nails were sharper than they ought to be and without even considering the price of the clothes Lee preferred, she destroyed the waistband to shove them down.

  Fresh against her pale shoulder was the distinctive imprint of Finn’s teeth next to where Chance and Rory had left their marks in her flesh.

  “Please, Lee?” Skye coaxed, leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone as her hands tangled in his hair. She wasn’t even certain what she was asking for but she knew Lee could provide whatever it was that her body needed.