by M, Jessie
She clutched hard at his cock, pulling him towards her. He slid his fingers upwards and pushed his thumb gently inside her wet entrance.
“Oh baby, you are just...Mmmm...” he gasped, almost choking on his own tongue. Everything had gone to pieces... his brain was scrambled, his legs shaky... he had to get her on the bed, fast. He picked her up and swung them around and down. He poised himself above her, his strongly flexed arm muscles taking his upper body weight effortlessly. She opened her legs and hooked them loosely around his back. He leant down and kissed her as he centered himself against her with a gentle prod.
His eyes held hers as he thrust inside her, carefully and slowly, trying not to hurt her, although he was desperate to let go and be himself. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grunted, a gorgeous feminine little grunt of a noise, which made him swoon. He seemed to keep going inside her forever, deeper and deeper still, until their hipbones finally met. Her silky insides squeezed tightly around him.
Could anything feel better or more right than this?
“Okay?” he asked, brushing her cheek with his finger.
“Oh yeah... Can we stay like this forever?” she asked, her eyes focusing finally.
He grinned at her and kissed her.
“No... Because we'd never get to the best part, would we...?” His mouth closed over hers and they kissed deeply, tongues winding and lapping, oblivious to the world. He began to move on her, slowly and carefully, and then harder as their passion grew. He came up for air, gasping. Her legs pulled him inside her in hard jerks. He was getting way too excited here... it was time for a break. He pulled out of her and she whimpered with the loss of him...
“Kyle no... Don't stop... come back... I need you.”
“I've got to... Just for a minute,” he panted, trying to calm himself a little.
He slipped his fingers down her slit, and up inside her, pushing in and out of her creamy warm wetness. He watched her face as he gave her some gentle stimulation, rubbing his fingers around her clit softly.
Such angelic features lie beneath him. The thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, the pale, almost translucent skin with it's wonderful bone structure, the high blush of arousal.
And that mouth... so full and kissable... Just the sight of it could stop a blood frenzied vampire army in its tracks.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, or touched, or known.
No one else mattered in the whole world right now.
“Oh baby, baby...” she moaned, arching her back up to him and widening her legs. He moved down her and lapped at her with his tongue, tiny little licks and flicks, as soft as a butterfly's wings against that pleasure bud. She was writhing beneath him now and completely gone... groaning in a wild state of abandon. He pushed his fingers deep inside her, three of them, to make it really tight, as he made her come. Long licks over and over, harder and purposefully.
“Ahhh Kyle...!” She tensed up and grabbed at his hair roughly with both hands, curling her fingers tightly against his scalp. “Oh my God, Oh my God....” she muttered in a state of ecstasy... He could feel the deep pulsations tightening around his fingers, hard and fast. He crawled back up her, covering her parted lips with his. He kissed her and she responded wildly.
He broke away to look into her eyes, they were glistening with tears and he was so moved by it.
“Roxy you're gorgeous, and now you're mine...”
“And you're so mine. Love me, babe, I mean it, I want to feel it everywhere.”
“I don't need to be asked twice...” he smiled. But then he had a sensible thought for a second, he'd been swept away a little here... practicalities needed to be taken care of. “I won't come inside you, alright? One were-baby in the pack is enough for now...”
“We have to have wolf sex to get me pregnant. It's safe...”
“We do...? And it is...? You're sure?”
“Mmmm, dead sure, come on honey, I really need this...” she positioned his cock, and he slid inside her with ease. She sighed and shivered beautifully. He tucked his face into her damp neck and hair, wrapped his arms around her tightly and gave her what she wanted. He wanted it too. To possess and dominate her, just for a moment.
His moment.
With every hard thrust inside her, she jerked, rising against the bed...
“More, give me more...” she moaned...
And he let rip, giving her everything he had. Hard and deep and fast. He was near the point of climax and so wanted to get there, but at the same time he didn't want this to end... this hard and needy and so important sex... The decision was soon taken out of his hands as he reached his critical point and he sailed off, in a mindless world of pure pleasure, his body wracked with deep spasms that seemed to be coming from way down inside his pelvis, squeezing his balls and cock so beautifully he thought he'd die in ecstasy.
“Oh Roxy, babe...” He sank his mouth against the tender skin of her neck... and held her breast in his hand. He gulped over and over as he calmed down... kissing her in between his gulps of air.
His body shivered involuntarily as he cooled.
He leaned up on his elbows and stroked the hair off her face.
They smiled at each other like idiots.
“How did the frog do?” he asked her with a gentle kiss, stroking his lips over hers tenderly.
“Well, you'll never guess... The frog turned into a sex god, and who needs a prince anyway?” she quipped with her usual wit.
“Ha ha... I'm no sex god!” He broke into laughter.
“You are, to me,” she purred sweetly.
“Well in that case, I'd better get back to business, hadn't I? Turn over, on your hands and knees... and let me treat you to some of my god like experience, hmmm?” he growled in a deep and masterful tone, that seemed to come naturally from somewhere, to his amazement.
As she presented her peachy little ass for his inspection, and his hands and fingers ran all over her perfect female attributes, he was sure of one thing, sex god or not, she was going to get everything he knew, and a few things he hadn't even tried before...
She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Come on babe, find somewhere nice and warm to put that thing...”
He lay there, in the late afternoon, with his mind wandering pleasantly in nowhere land. His nose began to itch with the tightness of transformation, and he noticed a small patch of hair begin to arise on his upper arm. He sent it all away with a quick mental image of swimming in a cool lake, which seemed to work wonders for him. He'd tried a few things, and this was the easiest to visualise. He was getting himself under control really well. And quietly confident he wouldn't have any major breakouts in front of his folks when the time came to visit.
She lay asleep on his chest, her arm slung across his waist. Her long hair was in wild tangles, and he smiled at the matted brown locks.
He'd made a real mess of her, and she'd loved it.
Encouraging him, and egging him on.
She was very uninhibited it seemed. And more than filthy minded.
What a virgin she was!
In fact she'd fucked his lights out.
Every lovely sticky moment between them had been fantastic, magical, and spellbinding. He lifted his hands and smelled them, touching his fingers to his tongue. The smell and taste of her was still strong. He breathed it in and savoured it all.
Hot sex with Roxy aside, he needed to keep his head straight for a while.
He had things to do.
It would be so easy to disappear with them. With the pack. To become another Night Legend, a Hells Angel and a dropout in society, with not a trace of him to be found.
But Kyle had been brought up to face his responsibilities, and he would.
Tomorrow evening.
He'd been trying to work out his future life.
First, his job...
Now that could still be a possibility, even on the move, from place to place, working around the full moons on h
is shifts. He could scale down his hours, and working would provide him with money and a measure of independence. He didn't want to be under Tank's control and obligated to him. He wanted to pay his own way.
He could buy things for them both, some nice things for her. She didn't seem to have many possessions, and he wanted to give her some.
This would all require organisation and spending some of his money to set everything up. He had quite a lot stashed away, more than enough. He'd have to arrange for computer access at all of their accommodations and get a good laptop. From what he'd seen of Mutt's place, there wasn't even a TV. A radio was about as far as it went with modern conveniences. He doubted they even had a smart phone amongst them. It was time he added a little technology to their world, became their IT expert, and connected them to the rest of the computer savvy population.
Maybe they'd even like it...my new family...
But his real family... that was another issue entirely...
What the fuck to tell them?
This was a biggie. He could hardly say he was a Hells Angel now, could he? His brother might take pleasure from his downgraded status in life, in fact he'd probably be overjoyed at his downfall, but his parents would have a fit. After some thought, he settled on the vague idea of 'travelling'. He was taking his bike and seeing some of Europe, with his musician 'friend', Roxanne, who he'd met online, years ago. That sounded a lot more acceptable. He'd take her to meet them and that would add credibility to his story. A year away from his folks would give him time to settle and think up a better plan for all that followed.
He was old enough to leave the family nest, and God how he had yearned to do that. Desperately.
Well, the time had come.
It wasn't the way he'd have wanted it, given a choice, but that element of maturity had been forced upon him, and now it was done.
Melanie, hopefully, was not a problem. She wouldn't be happy, he knew that, but they were hardly a real couple. He would explain that his 'friend in need', that he'd been visiting, was a previous girlfriend, a long term relationship, and they wanted to give it another try. They were taking a road trip together, to see how it panned out.
He could still game online too, but he'd tell Ansy that he wasn't gaming seriously in the guild anymore. He'd leave it up to her if she wanted to find a new partner or just game for fun in the future.
He felt he had his loose ends sewn up mentally. A year with this pack would give him a solid grounding in this world. More than enough time to know everything he needed to.
A loud knock sounded at the door, and before he could answer, it swung open. Tank strode in and stood at the side of the bed, eyeing up their cosy situation with a knowing look. He covered Roxy as she stirred, but then he realised Tank had seen her naked many, many times, and he was being overly modest on her behalf. She yawned and turned to face him, opening her eyes sleepily.
“Yeah? What's up?” she asked, completely unabashed.
“We're havin' a meet, I'll give ya' both ten minutes to get presentable.” His tone was not that happy. Why this should be, Kyle was unclear. Shouldn't he be pleased they'd gotten together in this way? Wasn't this what Roxy wanted after all? Didn't he want her to be happy? Perhaps it wasn't them at all. Maybe Tank was never happy. He'd not seen much evidence of it.
“Okay,” she replied with a smile in his direction. His face seemed to warm a little after that. Roxy's smile was bewitching. Even grumpy old Alpha Angels weren't immune, so it seemed.
“Get a move on then,” he replied with a trace of a grin in her direction as he left, closing the door.
“I can get dressed in thirty seconds, so that leaves us nine minutes. Come on... jump on me.”
“Miss Watson....! You're joking, right...?” He was more than a little surprised she wanted a quickie right now, after being summoned.
“No, stop wasting time babe. I'm ready, c'mon.” She lay back and beckoned with her finger, winking at him sexily.
“Well and truly past the virgin stage, aren't you?” he chuckled as he slid across, on top of her warm soft body.
“That was purely a physical thing. I know the score... for a long old while.”
“I kinda gathered that. There can't be many virgins with your level of experience.”
“I had to get my thrills somewhere, didn't I? I did a lot of research on the subject.”
He kissed her sweet lips, nibbling at them and licking their heavenly softness.
He entered her fast and hard.
“And how did you do that research exactly?”
“Mmmm... I could do this all day,” she breathed, thrusting herself against him roughly, ignoring his question.
“Because I'd really like to know where you learned that tongue technique from...” he probed with a grin.
She giggled and squeezed his hardness with her inner muscles. “That's my little secret.”
They fused together in a heated tangle of limbs, rolling around the bed frantically, their mouths devouring each other. He was oblivious to the world for five minutes of blissful ecstasy, as he sank deeply inside his mate, physically and mentally. Their hearts beat rapidly, their breathing heavy, heat radiating from their bodies as they worked their way towards a fast explosion of feeling.
He held her hands on the pillows as they reached that point together, their eyes locked.
Tank stood leaning against the table as they emerged from their room a few minutes late. He was holding an iPhone, much to Kyle's surprise.
Obviously not stuck in the dark ages after all...
“Next time you'll only get two fuckin' minutes, right?” he said with a black look as they arrived in front of him. Angel sniggered and Roxy blushed a little.
He raised his eyebrows at Tank.
“Make it five, and we'll have a deal,” Kyle replied with what he thought was a touch of light-hearted humour.
“Give it a rest smartass, you give me an earache,” Tank snapped.
“Have you got a problem with me?” he pushed.
He didn't care that he was creating an atmosphere. He didn't want this underlying antagonism to go on any longer without understanding it.
“My problem is where you come from... So, yeah, I do,” he admitted.
“Can't help where I was born. Anyway my folks are great.”
“I'm sure they're all sweetness and light. Just like mine.”
“Oh I get it... it's a money thing.”
“No... it's a land thing. Something we need a lot of access to. And your kind own too much of it,” he snapped.
He had a point there. Kyle had to admit. Freely accessible, common land that wasn't chock full of hikers, families and dog walkers was probably in short supply.
“If it makes you feel any better, I agree with you. On the other hand, I'm not taking the rap for centuries worth of inheritance and title. Find someone else to pin it on.”
Tank sighed. “Just love gettin' the last word, dont 'ya?”
“Blame that on my parents as well. They brought me up to be assertive and to stand up to bullies.”
“You little fucker.” Tank stood up and took a step towards him.
“Oh dear, lost for words are you? Meaningful words, that is...” he smirked, standing his ground and raising his chin in defiance. He wasn't that much smaller than Tank. He wondered who would win in a hand to hand fight. Not that he wanted it to go that far.
“Jesus... shut up you two! Anyone would think you were mortal enemies,” Kat said, coming to stand in between them. “Tank... Please? Why don't you tell everyone what this meet's about.”
Tank made a clicking noise with his tongue, obviously holding himself in check after being reprimanded by his mate and belittled verbally by the lowliest and newest member of his pack.
“We've got a problem,” he began slowly, “up Lincoln way. There's a gang of vicious assholes causing a helluva ruckus... Drinking and rampaging through the city, murdering and ripping large... creating crap for the other low key guy
s. I've been talking to Snipe, who you know happens to be the first of the 81 Claws. They come from around those parts. He's suggested we get together and give 'em a big push. One they won't forget. So... I wanna go there tomorrow evening, tenish, once we've got things together. Everyone's on active duty, except Saff of course. Mutt, you're excused, if you don't wanna come. I know too much excitement gets you going... crazy I mean...”
“Yer kiddin' ain't ya'? Wouldn't miss this fer me life! Being crazy might 'elp...”
“Max, you can back up with the gals.”
Max nodded at him in understanding, obviously fathers-to-be were not quite so front line.
“And Ryder, you'll have my back, like usual. Okay mate?”
“Sure, you can rely on me pal,” Ryder agreed.
“And as for you, smart-mouth, you can do the hell you like, because you ain't gonna listen to me, are 'ya?” he growled at Kyle. “Having a big fuckin' problem with low life authority, as you do.”
“People have to earn my respect before I follow them blindly, that's the way I am. Or maybe I'm just not cut out to be a beta male. In any case, I'll hang with Mutt, if you don't mind. He'll look after me, won't ya' Matthew old boy?” He gave him a small smile which Mutt returned with his gappy one, obviously very pleased to be considered worthy of following, even if it was by the new guy. In fact the excitement must have been overwhelming, because Mutt took off in a series of forward rolls around the floor, then crawled and sniffed in and out of their legs. Then he scampered up the corridor and back again, making monkey noises and beating his chest really hard, gorilla style.
Roxy caught his arm as he passed, and pulled him up to her, giving him a hug and stroking his head. “Hey, sshhhh, no more King Kong stuff... babe.”
Kyle wondered what the hell was going on in his head when he behaved like this. He also wondered if hanging with Mutt was a good idea after all, and ‘who would be looking after who’ in the thick of it. Still, he was a pal. Pals deserved looking after. Especially crazy ones.
They returned from night three of the full moon, after a session at a nearby pig farm, and entered the house. He was starting to understand how the pack worked. They moved around and kept a low profile everywhere they went. Never hitting on any farm more than once in a year, apparently. Ryder was sporting a large gash on the back of his lower leg. Of course he would have had no idea where he got it, but it looked like a ragged barbed wire tear to Kyle. Pigs were unlikely to have caused such an injury as that. He stood wincing while Angel sat on the floor and dabbed at it with antiseptic lotion.