“Do you want to dance?” he asked, and at her wistful nod, he picked her up again.
Heads turned as he carried her on the dance floor, and he danced with her in his arms. She clung to him, feeling the rhythm through his body, and the way she could feel him move. She felt how strong he was, and how securely he held her, and she realized that now the urge he created in her was completely unrelated to the dance.
When Aja dropped her head against his shoulder, he carried her to the sideline, but he didn't put her down.
“Do you need to sleep? Should I take you to bed?”
“I want to go to bed, but I don't want to sleep,” she murmured, and to make sure that he understood, she nibbled on his earlobe, blowing warm air against the tender skin there.
He swore softly as she lapped at him, and then he was moving fast, carrying her through the darkness and away from the dancers. There were friendly shouts in their wake, but both of them ignored everything except each other.
When they came to Stefan's house, he brought her inside and lay her down on the soft bed there.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, looking down at her, and she reached for him silently and imperiously. She had been denying the needs of her body for so long that she couldn't resist him, and he stretched out next to her, making the bed bow under his weight.
He kissed her gently, showering soft kisses over her face, and sliding his hands over her clothed body. For a long moment, she simply lay still, watching him under lowered eyelashes and allowing him to give her the pleasure that they both craved.
After a moment, however, she laced her fingers behind his neck and drew him close to, dragging him down for a long and drugging kiss. In the space of a heartbeat, their bodies were pressed together, and she threw her leg over his hips, drawing him even closer.
“This is what I want,” she murmured. “Say you want me too?”
“I want you, I want you with everything in me,” he responded, and his clever hands unbuckled her belt, leaving her tunic to float loose and cloud-like around her body. They both pulled it up, letting her lie bare underneath him except for her bracelets and the necklace. Somehow, the jewelry on her body made her feel even more naked, and she whimpered when he started kissing her neck and her collarbones. His mouth came down on her sensitive nipples, and he knew how to kiss them just right, stroking one to a hard point with his fingers while mouthing the other.
They could both smell how aroused she was now, and she grabbed his hand to press it between her legs. With a hoarse chuckle, he rubbed his fingers along her slit until they were wet, and then and only then did he press those fingers inside her.
Soon her hips were bucking up against him, and she knew that she could not wait any longer.
“Take your clothes off,” she hissed.
Nearly tripping, he pulled his tunic over his head and stripped off his trousers. When he was as naked as she was, he crawled back into the bed with, kissing her passionately.
“I don't know if I can wait any longer,” he said with a groan, and she laughed.
“Then don't...”
When he moved her, she spread her legs wider, but instead of sliding inside, he pressed the tip of his cock against her slit, sliding it up and down. The intimate action made her groan with longing, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Don't... don't...”
“Do you want me to stop?
“No! More, just more please...”
It was like a dam had broken, and he surged inside her, filling her up. He was broad and long, and when their bodies were pressed close together, she only wanted more. Stefan began to thrust, and she clung to him, moving with him, and she realized that he was talking. He was telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her, how precious she was, and the words touched her deep in her heart, falling on ground that had been waiting for those words for so long.
His thrusts were slow at first, but they became more rapid. He filled her beautifully, and she knew when he was close because she could feel the tremors that ran through her body. She whispered that she wanted him to fall over the edge, that she wanted all of him, and he groaned, quickening his thrusts.
She could feel him spill inside her, but he didn't stop. She knew he wouldn't stop until he had given her the same pleasure he had experienced, and now he gave it to her with the driving thrusts of his body, his hot mouth in her ear whispering encouragement, and the way he felt pinning her to the bed.
The pleasure that she was already experiencing flew higher and higher, and when she came it flowed over her, through her, making her wrap her legs even tighter around his hips and drag him in deeper.
She wanted him, she wanted him forever, and when her pleasure burst over her, she held him close and told him so.
They lay together, holding each other in the darkness, and when Stefan started to speak, she folded her hand over his mouth.
There was so much to say to him still, and she knew that there would be questions she could not answer when she did.
TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK FOURTEEN: Wandering the Wilds – Volume 14
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Wandering the Wilds
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Synopsis
The werefox Aja finds her place among her werewolf lover's people, but her duty cries out to her. She must kill the monster that an evil sorcerer brought into the world, and she and Stefan travel under the world to confront her foe. Beneath the earth, they make a desperate stand, but magic never does what one expects. Aja must make a terrible decision, one that could cost her everything.
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In the morning, Aja stirred as Stefan got up, the bed shifting underneath her.
“Where are you going?” she muttered. “I definitely did not give you permission to move.”
He chuckled at her sleepy complaint, and Aja purred as the werewolf chief ruffled her dark hair lovingly.
“I see how it's going to be,” he said softly. “You'll be the one giving the orders, and I will be the one who follows along behind like a love-sick puppy.”
“If you're as love-sick as all of that, come back to bed,” she said, trying to tug him down to the bed again. She was still bruised up and tired from the storm he had rescued her from a few days previously, but she was not sore at all from the fun they had the night before.
Laughing, he fell back into bed with her, allowing her to kiss his face and his throat. She went from sleeping to wakefulness in a matter of moments, and she realized that what she had enjoyed so much in the dark of the night was a dozen times better in the first light of day. There was a slight chill to the air, so she dragged the deerskin blanket over both of them, and after a moment, she rolled on top of her lover. She was still bare of everything except the turquoise necklace that hung around her neck, and he was naked except for his trousers.
She nudged his nose with hers before kissing his lips, and when she looked into his eyes, he smiled.
“What in the world do you think you're doing?” he asked, and she grinned, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Conquering you as mine,” she retorted, and she playfully pinned his hands to the bed.
She knew that as a wolf shapechanger, he was far more powerful than she was. In her own fox form, she was quick and lithe rather than powerful, and in her human form, she was a slight woman who barely came up to his chin.
Despite that, there was a very real power that came from straddling his hips and pinning his hands over his head, and for a moment, she stopped to consider the picture that he made. He was all lean muscle and soft smile, and there was an adoration in his gaze that made her blush.
“Like what you see?” he asked softly, and she grinned.
“More than I should,” she admitted. “You have to know how gorgeous you are, you vain thing.”
“No I don't, why don't you tell me all about it?”
“I think I'd rather kiss you instead...”
She started with slow kisses that were as brief an
d light as a butterfly's wing, and then she slowly started getting more intimate. When she found the tender pulse point, where his blood flowed so thick and fast at his throat, she couldn't help herself. She sucked on the delicate flesh there, drawing the blood to the surface until Stefan was moaning and she was rocking against him, making small mewling sounds of need.
When Aja pulled away, she could see the rapidly purpling mark there, tender and dark, and she grinned, leaning down to lick at it. The swift swipes with her tongue made Stefan squirm, and she gave him another warning nip on the shoulder.
“Lie still or you won't like what happens to you,” she said warningly.
He bounced his hips a little, jostling her in the most engaging way. “I think I'll like it just fine.”
He said it with the smuggest smile, so of course she was compelled to kiss him even harder, to slide her tongue between his lips and to invade his mouth utterly. He sucked on her tongue, losing himself to her kiss, and she wasn't sure she could take much longer.
“I... I want you,” she said, pulling back, and he grinned up at her, never trying to shake off the hold she had on his wrists.
“Why so shy?” he asked teasingly. “You said you were going to conquer me.”
“Well, I've not really done this much before.”
When he looked concerned, she shook her head.
“I like all of this, it's just that I guess I've not had much opportunity, all right? I just don't want to do something that you don't like.”
Stefan's gaze softened. “How lucky I am then,” he said warmly.
“Are you?”
“Very! Because all I have to say to you is that if you like it, I certainly will. If for some reason I don't, I will tell you s0.”
Aja tilted her head, looking at him, but there seemed to be absolutely no falsehood at all in what he was saying.
“That sounds simple enough,” she said hesitantly, and he nodded.
“It is. I will tell you what I don't like.”
His words were cut off with a gasp of breath when she shifted and closed her hand around his cock. His hips bucked once, and she watched him, her eyes wide and needy. Experimentally, she squeezed, and then she stroked the velvet soft skin beneath the head. It felt muscular under her hand, and when she saw the drop of cloudy liquid at the tip, she couldn't stop herself from bending her mouth down to it.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he said, and when she drew back, slightly self-conscious, the sound he made was half laugh and half groan.
“No, no, you see, that wasn't a stop, not at all...”
Encouraged, she brought her mouth back to the hot tip of his cock, lapping at the wetness and reveling in the sounds that he was making. The sensation of having him entirely in her power brought up a curl of heat in her belly, and for a while, she simply rode that sensation, closing her thighs tight and rocking slightly as she ran her tongue up and down his cock.
“I want you now,” he said, and there was a note of pleading in his voice that made her throb.
“I'm not sure I'm done yet,” she murmured, taking the tip of his cock in her mouth again. She drew on it twice, both times pulling harsh moans from Stefan's lips, and when she sat back, he looked at her with desperation in his beautiful green eyes.
“Please... if you don't stop, I'll finish before...”
“Before what?”
“Before I can be inside you,” he said softly. “Aja, I want to be inside you. I want to feel how hot and wet and tight you are around me, because, darling, I can smell how excited you are, and I need you, I need you please, and I want you to come over with me and to show me how much you want me too.”
That was all the encouragement she needed, and with a bit of awkwardness, she slung a leg over his hip, gliding her slit over the length of his cock as it was flattened between their bodies.
“Like this?” she asked huskily, and he nodded.
She took his cock in her hand, and she teased the tip along her wetness, causing his hot flesh to twitch in her hand and arousing her even more. When Aja started to slide down on his body, they both groaned. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, feeling the moment of tenderness and sweetness when he was fully embedded inside her. She looked down at him, and he touched her soft face with his fingertips.
“You're perfect to me,” he whispered, and she sighed softly. There was something blissfully perfect about the moment, and she didn't want to let it go, but there was also an urgency to the heat she felt, and she could feel the tremors through his body as well.
Impulsively, she leaned down to kiss him, and they both groaned at the change in angle it created. There was something gorgeously wonderful about the way it changed the pressure and the sensations, and for several long moments, she simply rocked on top of him, wringing every sensation she could out of it.
After a moment, however, he pressed on her shoulders, pushing her up into a sitting position again.
“I liked that...”
“Here, I think you'll like this as well.”
With a delicate touch, he slid his fingers against her slit, finding with unerring accuracy the sensitive nubbin of flesh hidden there. When he began to stroke her, it sent low shock waves of pleasure through her body, making her arch her back and gasp.
“More, more of that,” she demanded.
Soon he was pressing his fingers against her rhythmically, and almost without realizing it, she was pressing herself down on his hard cock in the same way. She could feel the tension start to coil tighter and harder, and it felt like every muscle in her body was tensed up to absorb that pleasure, to take it into herself.
She started shaking uncontrollably, and when she finally pressed herself down on Stefan's hips one last time, she cried out as the pleasure coursed through her like a swift river. She shook hard, digging her nails into Stefan's chest and making him groan with it. It was like she had been struck with lightning, and she clung to the pleasure as long as she could.
The last of the beautiful sensations were draining from her body when Stefan took her by the hips and brought her down hard on his body, impaling her one last time before the shudders ran through him as well. She looked at his face, suffused with ecstasy, and she knew that he was giving her everything, would always give her everything.
Aja leaned down to kiss him as he shuddered his way to completion, and when his climax was done, his heavy hand came up to cup the back of her head, drawing her close. For a long moment, they simply kissed as if it was the first time, learning each other's mouths and bodies even while they were joined so deeply.
Finally, she tumbled to one side, now aware of the soreness and the bruises she had sustained from being in the river. In the rush of passion, she had forgotten them, but now they were throbbing again, and she whimpered as Stefan massaged her neck and her back.
“I think I want to do that again,” she muttered, and he laughed. There was a smoky sound to it that told her that he might not have minded, but he shook his head.
“As tempting as your charms are, I'm afraid I have pressing business with the hunt leaders of the clan,” he said. “There are many things to discuss, but you should feel free to lie abed as long as you like. Concentrate on getting better, betrothed; you have that luxury now, so use it.”
“Not really your betrothed,” she said with a yawn, rolling over. “It's just something we're doing for your clan and to fend off Rudolfo's clan, remember?”
Stefan's smile was replaced with a cool look that she couldn't read, but he nodded. No matter how much fun they had playing at being betrothed, there was nothing really there. She was a wanderer who had needed a place to rest after being battered by a storm, and he was the wolf chief who was defending his clan's sovereignty against the predatory inquisition of another wolf clan. She gave him an excuse to avoid marrying the other clan's heir, and that was where it needed to stay.
“As you say,” he said, and he stood and strode across the floor. Before he left the small
house, however, he turned back to look at her, and Aja was startled to see how warm his gaze was.
“I'll come back to find you as soon as I can, all right? We have a lot to talk about, I think...”
Then he was gone, and Aja was left in bed, wide-awake and wondering.
She was wandering the world hunting for a monster that had nearly killed her cousin and her cousin's betrothed, and to defeat the animal, she had the powers of the wind at her fingertips. That, combined with her ability to change into a fox, made her feel confident that she could handle nearly anything the world threw at her, but meeting Stefan had thrown all of that into doubt. For the first time in months, she was surrounded by people again, people who welcomed her with smiles and open arms.
She could feel the tug of a life here, one that would make her happy and allow her to feel safe. She could feel how soft it would be, and how wonderful...
And then she remembered that monster attacking Tonna and Ulfrik again, and she shook her head. There was nothing she could think about, nothing she could allow herself until that monster was dead and defeated.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, getting to her feet carefully. She was far less sore than she had been, and after she took a few more steps, she was much more confident. She found the saffron tunic she had worn the night before and slid it over her head. With only a few pangs of regret, she removed the turquoise pendant and the bracelets she was wearing, setting them aside.
Aja knew that she wanted to get away from the settlement a little bit and clear her head, and simply out of force of habit, she wanted to be in the open air. That was where she could go to try to use the winds to scent her quarry, and the fact that she had not done that in days made her itch uncomfortably.
She had laced up her sandals and was thinking about the best way to slip out of the settlement when her stomach rumbled. Aja realized that the last time she had eaten had been the previous day, and she blushed to remember Stefan feeding her out of his hand.
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