by Cara Wylde
Avelyn felt completely overwhelmed. He had never shown such eagerness, he had never rushed like that to undress her and take possession of her flesh. Her pussy was wet and throbbing with desire in less than a minute, and all she could think of was how she wanted to feel his fingers, his lips, or his cock, anything, on and between her swollen folds. She moaned and clawed at his broad shoulders, scratching the skin lightly.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I want to take you right now.” He felt her shudder in his arms, and the soft whimper that escaped her parted lips sent a jolt of raw need straight to his cock. It had throbbed painfully in his dress pants all day, his balls so swollen that Max had squirmed in his office seat even during the long meeting with Jocelyn and their Betas. It had been difficult to walk around with a raging erection without drawing anyone’s attention. Now, the naughty little princess who had caused him endless pain was at his mercy. He pulled the covers off her long legs, and trailed hot, wet kisses down to her belly, her hips, and, avoiding her mound and glistening folds, reached her thighs and then her knees.
Avelyn whined in frustration, her hands flying to his head. She wanted to pull him up to her pussy, but he moved so fast down her calves that her fingers only grabbed at thin air. His short beard was tickling the tender skin of her legs, and when he kissed her ankles, she giggled.
“Oh, stop. That tickles.”
Max smiled wickedly. “I guess you’ll have to suck it up.” He continued to kiss and lick her feet, reaching her toes and taking three of them in his mouth.
“Shit, Max,” she whined. “That really tickles. Please stop.” But she didn’t truly want him to stop. The feel of his wet and soft tongue on her toes drove her insane with desire. Thrills of pleasure traveled up her legs and reached her soaking pussy only to explode in a flame of arousal. Max moved to her other foot, while his fingers massaged her wet toes. The way he managed to turn her into a writhing mess boggled her mind. All she could do was submit to his ministrations and hope that she’d rise to his standards when it was her turn.
Max sucked on her cute little toes for minutes, enjoying the way her face scrunched in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Her lips were parted, and when he licked her sole from her heel to her big toe, she bit her lower lip only to break out in a fit of giggles the next second. He would have loved to feel those plump, sinful lips on his cock, but there was something he wanted even more: her virginity. He let go of her feet, and traveled up her body, leaving kisses on each patch of white, creamy skin he could reach. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, and his hands worked on undressing himself. The shirt was off in a blur, but he didn’t have enough patience to completely get rid of his pants. He pulled his rock hard cock out, and rubbed it against her perfectly shaved folds.
Avelyn’s eyes grew wide with panic. “No, wait. What are you doin…” the last word turned into a loud moan when the head of his cock started rubbing her clit.
“You’re so wet and ready. I want you now.”
“Mmm… fuck…”
“Yes, fuck. I want to fuck you.”
“Max…” It was hard for her to form coherent thoughts, let alone voice them, when he was slapping her swollen nub with the length of his cock. It was so maddeningly sexy and it felt so good. “You… you said you’d wait.”
“And I did. I am. But don’t you want it as badly as I do? What’s holding you back?” He used his other hand to grab her chin and force her to look into his eyes. “It won’t hurt, I promise. I’ll go as slowly as possible, stop whenever you feel uncomfortable.” He teased her entrance, his dick smearing the juices which were dripping out of her aching pussy.
“I… I’m not… ready,” Avelyn managed. He was so close to entering her. One swift motion, and he’d be buried deep inside her, and then it would be just a matter of minutes until she’d be in real trouble. But he was pinning her down, the firm grip he had on her chin making it impossible for her to look away. It was hard to lie to him when he was scrutinizing her so closely. “Max… I… please.”
“Please what?” He pushed the head of his cock in, giving her a small taste of what it would feel like to be filled by the whole shaft. “Say ‘please fuck me’?” He encouraged her.
“No…” Her answer left her lips in a shaky, quivering breath, and for a second the hardness in his eyes frightened her. What if he didn’t back down? What if he was too turned on to care? The tension lasted a moment, then Max’s green eyes softened, and his cock went back up to rub her clit.
“Okay… Okay, baby.”
She tried to release the breath she had been holding softly. She didn’t want to let him know how much he had actually scared her. “I have an idea,” she said. She pushed at his chest lightly, and Max took the cue and moved up on his knees, giving her space to put whatever dirty thought had crossed her mind into action. He was surprised when she pushed him on his back and proceeded to remove his pants, boxers, and socks.
“I want to sit on your face.”
The confidence in her voice made his cock twitch. “I like that. Where did you get the idea from?”
Avelyn gave him a playful smile. “My secret.” She turned her back to him and straddled his body, moving up so that her pussy was in line with his face. When Max lifted his head in an attempt to taste her juices, she immediately lifted her hips higher. “Oh no, you don’t. Not until I allow you.”
Max laughed in amusement, but he had to admit that this game, albeit new to him, was rather fun. “Never took you for the dominant type.”
Instead of replying, Avelyn took his cock into a firm grip and starting pumping it lazily. Max moaned and grabbed the globes of her butt. She realized he was definitely too fast and strong for her. She slapped his balls with her other hand.
“Ouch! Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t say you could grab my ass.”
A faint feeling of anger started bubbling in his chest. His eyes glowed greener, and he felt the wolf inside him rebel against the treatment the human female was giving him. He felt the urge to push her off him and pin her down, underneath his strong, heavy body, where her place was. Instead, he willed his body to relax and his hands to let go of her butt. His fingers had left white marks on her skin.
“Good boy,” she cooed.
Max couldn’t believe what was happening. Was she even aware of what she was doing to him? Of how she was stirring the Alpha wolf inside him? “Avelyn…” But she chose that exact moment to lean in and suck the head of his cock between her soft lips. Whatever he was going to say flew out of his clouded mind. As she started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her hips started moving slightly, and he couldn’t help but look at the white folds and glistening entrance he wasn’t allowed to touch. She went on like that for a couple of minutes, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. When he least expected it, her hips went down on his face, which made him end up with a mouthful of sweet juices. He swallowed greedily and attacked her hard nub with his tongue, but struggled to keep his hands away from her butt. She quickened her pace, sucking him harder and faster, taking his cock deeper into her throat, at the same time moving her hips, making it almost difficult for him to breathe. Max had completely lost control, and he had yet to decide if he liked it or not. What he did know was that it was the first time it was happening. Did this woman really have the power to tame the beast hiding underneath skin and muscle? He couldn’t think straight enough to answer his own questions. His painful balls tightened under a mind-blowing orgasm, and he came into Avelyn’s mouth just as she was moaning her own release. The sound she made deep in her throat sent delicious vibrations down the length of his cock, making him come long and hard. It was difficult to control his reaction, but he kept licking her clit, hot juices running down his chin and neck. He made sure she rode her orgasm at least as hard as he was riding his.
When her body stopped trembling, Avelyn climbed off him and settled by his side, her head nestling under his arm.
“Wow!�
� he said.
“That’s what you always say after we have sex.”
“That’s only because it’s more and more mind-blowing every time.”
Avelyn huffed. “Like I believe you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve probably had all the women in your pack. I’m not that naïve to think I’m better than them.”
Max turned on his side to face her. “Never say that. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and no one has ever made me feel this way. I’ve no idea how you do it. I’ve no idea how you manage to bring the wolf inside me to the surface and tame it into submission. You’re driving me crazy, Avelyn. Not only with lust. With love.”
Her heart jumped and her blood boiled in her veins, almost making her dizzy. Did he just say “love”? She looked into his eyes, but she couldn’t see any trace of deceit. Did that mean that he meant it? She gulped, unable to find any appropriate reply. He tucked a red, fluffy strand of hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek.
“I hope it’s not too early for me to say this, but I think you’re getting closer to being ready for the ritual. Maybe not for the Seed Moon, but surely for the Flower Moon.”
“Seed Moon? Flower Moon? What ritual?” Avelyn was confused.
“The mating ritual. I keep forgetting that you’ve been educated in the Vulpes culture and you don’t know many details about the Lupi one.”
“What is a… Seed Moon?” It definitely sounded dirty.
“It’s not what you think it is.” Max laughed when he realized what she was probably thinking. “It’s just the name werewolves use for the April full moon.”
“Oh…”
“The Flower Moon is in June.”
“Right,” she could almost breathe normally again. The combination of “mating ritual” and “Seed Moon” had made worrisome images flash in her mind: her naked, exposed body in the middle of a moonlit forest, and naked werewolves in their human bodies circling her, their hard cocks waiting to take her one by one. She shuddered.
Max squeezed her in a tight hug. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just… this mating ritual thing. It’s the first time I hear of it. As far as I know, the werefoxes don’t have it.”
“Probably. There’s nothing to worry about, though.”
“The Vulpes brides don’t have to attend many classes on the wolves’ culture at Alma Venus. I do know that the full moon has an important significance to the werewolves.”
“Yes, it makes us stronger. We celebrate it each month, but don’t expect anything fancy. It’s just a night of lighting bonfires, eating, drinking, and partying.” Max smiled when he felt her relax completely. “And the mating ritual is mostly symbolic. The eldest of the clan blesses the newly-mated couple, and the two lovers have to say their vows. That’s it.”
“It sounds like more of a protocol. Why is it so important?”
“It means a lot to the Alpha’s pack and the whole clan. It’s the moment the wolves accept the Alpha’s bride and recognize her as their mistress.”
“Oh…” She doubted Max’s wolves would ever reach that point.
Max was studying her intently. He saw the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but he understood it differently. She still didn’t want to become his bride officially.
“Yeah… it might be too early to talk about the ritual.” He drew her closer and buried his face in her curly hair. “Don’t worry. There’s enough time for everything.” He said it more for him than for her.
Avelyn allowed the warmth of his body to envelop her and drown all her worries. She was too tired to think of anything else. After all, the ritual was not her immediate problem. Tonight, she had managed to distract him with her daring proposal, but what would she do tomorrow night? He had nearly taken her despite her blatant “no”. He knew her body wanted him more than anything, and he couldn’t understand why the rational part of her refused to give in. Next time, he might take it upon himself to override it for her.
CHAPTER TWO
The Wolf
Avelyn took her cup of coffee and stirred the dark liquid, inhaling its heavenly aroma. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she said, looking at Christine, who was sitting across from her, sipping her own coffee. “Actually, it’s more of a request.”
“Of course,” the old woman replied pleasantly. “What is it?”
That was it. The moment Avelyn had been waiting for had come. Well, it hadn’t exactly popped up on its own, and she couldn’t tell if what she was about to do could qualify as being clever, stupid, desperate, or suicidal.
“I… I don’t know if you remember, but yesterday I told you that I don’t feel ready for everything that’s happening.”
“Yes…”
“What I meant is… I don’t feel ready to… have children.” There. She had dropped the bomb. She didn’t take her eyes off Christine’s face, her heart prepared to sink in case the woman’s first reaction showed that she was in deep trouble. However, the only thing Christine did was to lift her brows in genuine curiosity.
“I can understand that,” she said, and Avelyn thought she hadn’t heard right. It was not the answer she had expected.
“No, let me explain. I know how important this is. To Max, to the pack, to the whole clan. I do, believe me. Heck, Alma Venus has raised me to do just that: get married and bear my husband’s children. And I do want that. I do want to become a mother one day, and I will do my best to offer my kids everything they need, the love and care I never had, but not now. I’m just not ready now.” She blurted out the words in a single breath. She was holding her cup for dear life, hoping that she hadn’t just dug her own grave.
Christine set her own cup on the table. “Yes, I know.” She gave Avelyn a reassuring smile. She could see how scared the girl had been to tell her these things. She was just a young woman who had been thrown into a strange world where she had no friends. The fact that she had gathered her courage to bring such a delicate matter into discussion told Christine that Avelyn finally considered her a person she could trust. A friend.
“You do?” Avelyn was startled.
“Of course, child. You’re only 24, and you and Max are only beginning to know each other, explore one another. You’re learning about his world and I can see that you’re trying hard to adapt to it, to fit in. No one expects you to offer him children so soon.”
This was going easier than Avelyn would have ever dared to dream. She felt almost foolish for not having the courage to ask Christine the day before, when she had actually planned to. It could have saved her a lot of stress, heartache, and sleepless hours.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for being so understanding.” In the past few days, she had been astonished by her ability to lie. She could almost say she was proud of herself. She could have made a decent actress if life had been different. “But, you see, I don’t think Max thinks the same.”
“Have you spoken to him about this?”
“No, of course not. How could I tell an Alpha that I’m not ready to give him heirs? And, anyway, this is… you know, girl stuff,” she smiled at her own silliness. “I don’t know how to bring this up to a man.”
“I see,” Christine took another sip of coffee. By now, she knew what Avelyn wanted to ask her. “This is not all, am I right?”
Avelyn sighed. “No, it’s not all. Max hasn’t given any sign that he intends to use protection. We haven’t done much yet, if you know what I mean. I’m scared that… that if we go all the way and it happens… you know, me getting pregnant… It’s already so much to take in. I’ve been here for only one week, I’ve known him for only one week… I need time to adjust. I don’t think I could deal with a pregnancy now.” She couldn’t have said it clearer than that. “Will you help me?”
Christine looked at her. Silence hung in the air for almost a minute. Avelyn had forgotten than she was still holding her cup. Her eyes bore into Christine’s so deeply that an outsider wou
ld have thought Avelyn was trying to read the old woman’s mind. She could tell that she was taking her time to consider all the implications.
“You have no intention of telling Max, do you?” Christine finally asked.
Avelyn shrunk in disappointment. It was quite clear she had lost the battle. Christine was too loyal to hide anything from her Alpha. “If you tell me he’ll understand, then I’ll gladly tell him everything the moment he walks into this room.”
Christine smiled. “There’s no need to do that. As you said, this concerns us, women. I like you, Avelyn. I believe you’re the best thing that has ever happened to Max. You’ve brought joy and hope into his life, something that no other woman has ever managed before. Of course I will help you.”
Avelyn could not believe her ears. Her fingers relaxed on her cup, and she finally took a long sip of coffee.
“I wasn’t blessed with children of my own,” Christine continued in a soft voice. “As you know, shifter women can rarely have children. I don’t know if I heard of two or three cases in the past ten years. Even so, I was lucky enough to have Max, Karl, and Jocelyn, and I gave them all the love and devotion I would have given to my own flesh and blood. I’m old, but not old enough. I can still take care of a bunch of small, adorable pups, and the moment either Max or Karl become fathers, I’ll dedicate the last years of my life and the little energy left in my old bones to help their wives raise them.”
“How old are you, if I may ask?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter.” Christine turned her gaze to the window and remained silent for a few seconds. Avelyn was moved by her words, and she felt sorry for her. In fact, at that moment she felt sorry for all the shifter females, and wondered what they had ever done so wrong to deserve such punishment? Why did Mother Nature have to curse them so badly? Of course, there were legends that were trying to explain why the shifters’ evolution into superior, half-human, half-animal beings had to be crippled by their inability to procreate. At the same time, genetics had come with its own explanations, especially in the past 100 years, when the peace between the factions had made it easier for scientists to work together with the shifters for the benefit of both races.