“What I’m trying to say, Hunter, is that I am falling in love with you and if you want my ass, it is yours. All of me, whichever part you want. I’m yours. Not because you came to my rescue; I had, believe it or not, made plans to rescue myself.”
I growled. “Don’t remind me. We are going to have a discussion about going off half-cocked relying on an asinine, half-baked plan doomed to failure.”
“Forget that, we’re home safe and sound so why worry about it?”
“Why worry…? How about, because I--”
She placed a hand over my mouth and smiled. “Let me finish?”
I subsided with a put-upon sigh. I could see I would never be able to deny her anything.
“I am yours because my soul recognizes you. You are the one who should have found me all those years ago, not Roland. I will be forever grateful he did, for he gave me Blair, but he wasn’t you. I never loved him like he deserved because though I didn’t know it, I never stopped looking for you.”
“You’ll make me cry,” I warned, moved and very close to tears.
“I’d rather make you scream,” she teased as she snuggled into my embrace and palmed my cock.
Tucking her under my shoulder, I led her over to the shower stall, leaned in and turned on the water. I reached for her hand. “How about we both do a little screaming, sweet bitch?”
Melody took my hand and stepped into the double shower stall. Immediately yelping, she jumped back, shivering. “Cold!”
Laughing gently, I adjusted the heat and the spray, aiming the stream of water so it cascaded down on us in a gentle fall of warmth. “Better?”
I held out my arms and she came to me, rubbing her chilled breasts against the wall of my chest. My big hands chafed her arms and belly, sides and back, working with the water to take the chill off her flesh.
Once I had her warmed up, I took her lips and she took mine. As usual, whenever we touched, the world spun away, leaving only the two of us, burning brightly, our growing commitment a flame in the darkness.
Backing her into the spray, I sluiced her skin, scooping the water over her lush curves. Cupping and molding handfuls of her springy flesh, I ran my thumbs over her nipples, catching the hardened tips between my thumb and finger. I gave them a gentle squeeze.
She threw her head back, surrendering to me so sweetly. “Oh, yes, Hunter…touch me…I love it when you put your hands on me.”
“How do you feel about my tongue? Where do you want me to put it?”
“Lick my nipples…bite them!”
I stepped back a bit, my hands continuing to plump and pinch, smooth and stroke. “Offer them to me. Lift those chocolate kisses to my mouth.”
She did as I asked. Slipping her hands beneath the bounty of one large mound, she lifted it toward me, moaning a little as I simply looked at it, gazing my fill on her wonderful excess.
Unable to stand the anticipation longer, I swooped down, covering the thick little button with my mouth. She hardened further against my tongue and I bit down on the tidbit, sucking it deep into my mouth. I drew hard on her while my hands slid down her flanks to grip her hips, fingers sinking into the deep crevice of her ass. I switched breasts, pulled her other nipple between my lips and suckled like a hungry pup at his mam’s teat.
Letting the nipple pop out of my mouth, I gulped for air. My breathing hitched as I hauled her close, rubbing her cushiony belly against my stiff erection. My bulbous head, swollen and sensitive, butted against her soft body. I rocked into her, pushing my cock against the tiny cave of her belly button. Pre-cum dripped from the slit in the crown, falling to her stomach. I ground my hips in a circular motion, working it into her skin.
I leaned into her, pressing her up against the side of the shower stall. My heavy weight flattened her breasts against my heaving chest. Gripping her ass cheeks, I lifted her off her feet, holding her off the floor as I moved between her legs.
Water cascaded down on us, drenching us, wetting and warming us as it made our bodies slip and slide against each other.
She draped her legs around my hips, shoulders pressed to the wall, breasts mouth height. My hands tightened on her bottom, the fingers of one hand boldly exploring the area, finding a slick sheeting of silky fluid coating her from clit to crack. I trailed the liquid heat back to its source, dipping a finger between her swollen lips to stroke her clit. Her stomach muscles jumped and she dropped her head against me, moaning into my chest, her hands clutched my arms as I sank two fingers into her sweltering pussy. Bottom muscles flexing in my hands, she propelled her cunt up my fingers.
Her pussy was tight, hot and so wet, saturated with creamy honey. My mouth watered, imagining how sticky and sweet her juices would taste, wanting her strong flavor rushing across my tongue and down my throat.
“Your skin is like smooth fudge, soft and creamy and sweet. I love it when you melt in my hands. I love it more when you melt in my mouth. Will you do that for me, sweet bitch? Will you melt in my mouth?”
“Please, Hunter…please!” Her voice shook. She looked up at me, eyes wide, her pupils dilated. The light of lust, of overwhelming need shone in them.
“I want to please, you, Melody. All you need to do is tell me what you want. What does my beautiful bitch want me to do to her?”
“I need…”
“Yes?”
“I want…”
“Go on…what do you want?”
“I want you…between my legs, hard and long and hot.”
“Then ride my thigh.” I teased her, knowing full well she meant something far different. Shifting her about until her pussy rested on the broad surface of my upper leg, I slid her back and forth, hands gripping her waist. Each downward lunge placed pressure against her clit, raising her arousal to fever pitch.
Her solid thighs clenched my leg, squeezing hard as her pussy lips fluttered against my skin. I could feel her inner muscles contracting, trying to grip my flesh. Her cry of despair told me she needed more than my thigh between her legs.
“What else do you want, baby? What more do you need?”
She moaned, head thrashing back and forth against the water-slicked wall, nipples jutting out hard and high, glistening with my saliva and the steamy drops of water from the showerhead’s gentle spray. “Fuck me. Put your cock in me and ride me hard, make me come.”
I slid her down my thigh for the last time, turned her to the wall and ran my hands from shoulder to ass, smoothing and petting everything in between. With a sure touch, I eased her full cheeks apart, dropped to my knees to bury my face against her tight anal opening. Testing her willingness, I pushed my tongue just past the clenched sphincter, pulled back and rimmed her tiny entrance.
I could take her, here, take this tiny asshole. She’d given me permission, carte blanche to have her, whichever way I wanted. I could slide my cock up this dark, secret tunnel and let her squeeze me into oblivion and make her like it, too.
With loving reluctance, I backed up from her tense body. She would allow me any act I chose, yet as her mate, I knew she was not ready--not emotionally. Though her healing had begun, it was not complete. Tonight, I would concentrate on her fantasy, alone. She had already fulfilled mine.
Turning her back around, I kissed her deeply, tangling my tongue with hers. I took her lips with single-minded hunger. Sliding two fingers into her hot cunt, I pumped them up in her as I ate at her lush mouth.
I wanted more than her mewling cries, her avid participation. I wanted her total acceptance. My beast rode me, snatching control so I barely got my question out. “Will you take me mid-change?”
“Yes, oh God, yes, I’ll take you! Change now!” she ordered, squirming with excitement, her little pussy gushing cream around my pistoning fingers.
Instantly, my body bulked up, muscles and sinew increasing, cock lengthening and thickening as I smoothly obtained the massive form of mid-change.
Growling, I raked her breasts and nipples with my fangs, nipping hard enough to sting. She sc
reamed, face buried in the fur of my chest, arms clasped about my huge neck. She felt like a fragile butterfly, clinging to me with arms and legs clasped as far about my body as they could reach.
My enhanced sense of smell brought the fragrant aroma of her pussy to my nostrils, driving me almost insane with the need to bury my tongue in her honeyed depths and lick out her sweetness. I simply lifted her straight up the wall until her mound hung before my mouth. Supporting her bottom in both hands, I dove into her sweet slit. My tongue, relentlessly forging in and out of her clasping depths, curled up to stroke the sensitive spot at the inner front of her pussy.
With a shout, her torso fell forward over my shoulders. Melody shuddered around me, her panting breaths warming my ear and neck. I stroked one clawed hand down her back, lightly scoring her flesh, bringing the blood to the surface and rendered her skin much more responsive to my touch. I smiled as she bucked against my mouth, helping me impale her pussy on my thrusting tongue.
Lowering her, I carefully inserted the tip of my penis, pressing steadily in as she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Too large in mid-change to enter her quickly, I slowly surged inward, my claws at her hips, holding her captive to my relentless advance. Thankful beyond expression, I knew she could take me and sustain no lasting hurt from my massive size. Her pussy was perfect. Elastic and tight, it was designed just for me. No matter what shape I took, she would glove me with the tightness all wulves craved for a good fuck.
She widened her thighs and canted her hips, positioning her pussy to take more of me. “Ooooh, lover, yes…fuck me! Fuck my poontang…fill me up with your huge, hard cock!”
With an inch to spare, I butted against her cervix. Pulling out, I slid back in, my passage made easy by the slippery substance of her hot dew and my viscous pre-cum. I pumped in and out of her sweet, hot slit, setting up a smooth, easy rhythm I could maintain all night long if need be, raising and lowering her on my enormous erection.
“Oh, Hunter, you’re so big! I’ve never before been stretched so wide.”
I will never stop filling you…stretching you. By the Moon, you are tight and hot around me, scalding my cock. Grip me, sweet bitch--let me feel you loving me back.
I dipped my head to where her shoulder met her neck, tonguing the mating mark I’d set in her flesh. Electricity zinged through me and I felt the echo of the mark’s response race along Melody’s body.
“Take me…in fur?”
Her body stilled for a moment.
Would she deny me? Had she forgotten her earlier promise?
Hanging suspended on my cock, she slid up my shaft, bringing her body flush with mine. “I will take you into my body, my mate, my lover…any time and any way.”
Heart bursting with the evidence of her surrender, I shed my mid-change shape, taking on skin.
“Thank you, but not tonight, beloved. Tonight belongs to you. The morning will be a different story.”
Clasping her hips, I held her against the wall, slamming my cock into her, driving high and hard in her, giving her the fantasy of her imaginings. Tongue rimming the canal of her ear, cock pounding into her tight, wet heat, I whispered what I would do to her later, how I would take her.
“As the sun rises…in our bed…in morning’s light so nothing is hidden between us…I’ll take on fur and crawl between your legs. I’ll lick your pussy with my long, rough tongue, nibble your labia and clit forever. Turning you over, I’ll mount you from behind and fuck you until my knot forms, locking us together. When the knot melts away, I’ll take you in mid-change and pound your little cunt into oblivion until I come in you, filling you with my seed. I can’t wait for your cute belly to round out with my pups.”
She came with a loud shout, raining her hot juices down on my cock, strong inner muscles clamped around my shaft and head, squeezing me into oblivion. The convulsions of her peaking triggered my own explosion. Balls churning, burning as they drew up tight to the base of my cock, I locked my knees, slammed into my bitch one last time, using that last inch to enter the hallowed opening of her cervix. My knot formed, swelling the base of my cock, locking our bodies together as my seed fountained out, a geyser of life erupting in her womb. With a deafening roar, I rocked my hips against her, as gush after gush of sperm raced up my shaft and shot into her spasming pussy.
Too weak to keep to my feet, I collapsed to the floor of the shower, careful not to crush my mate beneath me. Water rained down on us, washing away the musk of our lovemaking, gentle and soft as spring showers on our spent bodies. We lay there for a long time, basking in the closeness of a mated pair.
Finally regaining enough strength to rise, I gathered a drowsy Melody up and carried her from the bathroom. Standing her swaying form beside the bed, I gently toweled her dry, and then carefully tucked her under the jade green comforter gracing our California king-sized bed. Before joining her under the covers, I performed a last check of the apartment, double-checking to ensure I’d locked all the doors and windows. The habits of security died hard.
To my surprise, the living room, kitchen and surrounding areas were spotless. Fortrayn must have cleaned them while Melody and I were engaged in our marathon bout of shower sex.
Well, I’ll be damned if the little slob isn’t growing up.
I peeked into his room to see him sprawled across the top of his covers, snoring heavily, hand clasped around his deflated cock. His belly was splattered with a pool of his spent cum. Poor pup. Listening to our lovemaking must have spurred him to heights of fantasy. He would be resorting to pocket pool a lot if he planned to continue living here. Speaking of which, I’d better run that by Melody. She might not care to have anyone staying with us during this transitional period. Although, knowing her soft heart--and I was learning more about that every minute--she probably wouldn’t hear of chasing Fortrayn out. Well, plenty time to deal with that later. For now, I wanted nothing more than to rest beside my mate, my arms and body wrapped around her generous, welcoming curves. Closing his door, I moved on down the hall to check on Blair.
He slept restlessly, wriggling his little bottom high in the air, tiny fist stuffed in his mouth as if, even in sleep, he sought the comfort of holding onto something. I stared down at him, marveling that he should have moved into my heart and affections so precipitously. But then, why not? His mother had done the same thing. I could no longer imagine life without either one of them.
A sleepy whimper drew me from my introspection and I glanced down to see Blair looking at me out of huge, sherry-colored eyes.
Daddy.
Son.
Blair scared.
And what the hell was I supposed to do? I could fight a physical enemy, hold back a physical threat, but I didn’t know how to chase night-demons away from my son. This called for an expert.
Let’s take you to Mam, son. She’ll keep you safe.
Hefting baby, the dresser draw and all, I carted Blair down the hall to the master bedroom. My little cub surprised me by gazing up at me, showing no fear.
Balancing my precious cargo in one hand, I cleared the nightstand with one ruthless sweep of my arm. The noise startled the cub and he jumped, but didn’t cry out. How about that, huh? My boy was proving to be a brave little tyke.
“Hunter, what are you doing? You can’t put the baby on top of there. He might fall off!”
I frowned. I hadn’t thought of that.
“My bad. Where shall I put him, then? He was a little restless and scared in this new environment. I didn’t want to leave him in the library.”
She looked up at me, a soft smile lighting her eyes. “You’re already turning out to be a good daddy. I knew you would. Just put him on the floor by the bed, here. He probably just needs to hear our breathing, know someone’s in the room with him.”
Her words bothered me and I eyed my son askance. On a tight thought beam, I let him know this situation was temporary.
Enjoy this while you can, pup. Soon as we get you a crib and a nightlight, you sleep
in your own room!
No way was I sleeping with a ten-month-old baby in the same room night after night. His presence would quickly put a crimp in our love life.
The cheeky pup had the nerve to giggle at me.
I wagged my finger in his face. “This is not playtime, young wulf. Take yourself to sleep right now!”
Blair closed his eyes tight. After a short while, he peeked through barely slitted lids to check if I still stood over him.
“Yes, I’m still watching. Go to sleep.” I used my sternest voice and he obeyed immediately, flipping over onto his belly and bringing his fist to his mouth. He made sucking motions against his hand and I frowned, wondering if he could still be hungry.
“Should we get him something else to eat?” I asked Melody, leaning over to examine the pup more closely. His eyes were shut, his breathing even. As I watched, his entire body relaxed, sagging into the bedding.
“Naw, he’s all right. Thank you for caring. Now, come to bed. I’m lonely in here by myself.”
“I’ll be right back. I have to go shut the lights off in the library.”
When I returned to our bedroom, I found both of them sleeping the deep sleep of exhaustion. Moving quietly, I finished my security checks, making sure to lock the balcony doors leading out to the small private patio off the master bedroom suite.
A jaw-cracking yawn surprised me and I chuckled silently. Tired as I was, I didn’t know how I was going to get into bed with as much woman as my Melody was and try to sleep. I knew as soon as I touched her, I would want to do a hell of a lot more.
As I crept under the covers beside her, she turned toward me, snuggled close but didn’t truly wake. Knowing how tired she was, determined to see her need for rest met, I found it easy to subsume my desires. I settled in, drawing her phenomenal body close to mine and prepared to sleep.
“Love you so much, Hunter,” she mumbled sleepily, rousing a bit as she felt my body warm against hers. “Thank you for fulfilling my fantasies. All of them.”
Curling onto her side, full bottom nestled against my pelvis, she sank back into sleep.
Lying beside my mate, my body one tired, contented ache, Buford for once, staying flat and quiescent, I opened the channel in my mind that connected us and sent her my thoughts.
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