by Anya Nowlan
Elise could feel senses in herself opening which she had never been aware of. It was as if her capability of feeling, smelling, touching had finally come to life after 18 years of lying dormant, waiting for a time to expose their true wealth to her. She exhaled sharply as Jacques’ lips puckered around one of her taut nipples and sucked at it, first softly and then with more force. He nipped at it with his teeth and Elise felt as if she would collapse into him right then and there. His tongue traced the curve of her breast and a moan escaped her lips.
Finally, he allowed his hand to cup her slit and then part the wet folds with his delicate, nimble fingers. Her back arched as she pushed her knees apart a bit, compelling him to touch her with more need. Elise felt as if her body was on fire as he gently rubbed her clit and felt her wetness, the girl having never been touched like that before. She had known that she was required to save herself for her mate or for her escape, so the closest she had come to physical intimacy was quick stolen kisses behind school bleachers. This was so much more than she could have imagined, nothing like the little rush she had felt after those hidden moments, but a veritable tidal wave of passion and desire, threatening to consume her entirely.
Jacques let her body touch the ground once more, placing her down on the ragged remains of her clothes. He shifted to kneel between her legs and she watched him with hunger, shocked at her own need, but not caring to hide it from this mysterious man who had captured both her body and her mind. The full moon cast a glow around his shoulders, showing his rippling muscles and tight abdomen. He was more man than she thought she could handle and as her gaze slipped lower, she bit her lip nervously.
His cock was hard and ready for her, the long, thick rod waiting to split her around it. Her breathing picked up again as she eyed it with trepidation, at the same time dying to have it in her. All the steamy romance books she had read had not prepared her for this moment in the least bit. She was overcome with emotion and physical need and all rationality had been cast aside, replaced by a primal desire for the man who had come for her, who had chased her down based on only the sliver of a connection they had shared across many years.
Jacques leant down and kissed her again with soft lips, reassuring the trembling girl. His movements had a rush to them but he did not forget to care for his vulnerable mate despite the dangerous situation they were in.
“Elise, I must take you now. If the sun rises before we mate for the first time or they find us before we have come together, then it will be the end to both of us. It will hurt, but I am here for you, my love,” he whispered, the gruffness in his voice forced to the back and a note of gentle worry shining through. Elise relaxed visibly at his words and she nodded with a small motion of her chin, trying to force the tears of boiling emotions down. The threat had not yet been conquered, it required more effort from the both of them, but the promise of a reward of long happiness shone brightly on the other side. Her insides twisted in trepidation at his warning, but it did not surprise her much. The pack was a brutal group and the laws of nature took precedence over simple human notions of civility and fairness.
The beast of a man guided his member between her legs and pushed it against her wet slit, holding still for a moment and locking eyes with the green-eyed virgin. Elise nodded again, reassuring him that she was ready for their next step. Jacques put one hand on her hip, steadying her as he pushed the head into her awaiting heat. She gasped, throwing her head back into the cold grass, but he kept going. With small, slow moves he forced himself into her, opening her to his need and allowing the girl to adapt to his size slowly.
As her tense muscles relaxed a bit, Jacques pulled back and stroked into her harder, making the girl cry out in pain. She could feel something warm trickle down the inside of her thigh and she knew what it had to be. He had taken her as his own, the mate had been marked as not only the pack’s but as Jacques’ bride and chosen one. The pain was sharp and bright but it dulled quickly as the man kept thrusting deeper into her tightness, being allowed to do things that no other man had been given permission to do. Tears were streaming down her cheeks again and she was powerless to stop them, her stomach clenched and her nails raking at Jacques’ strong arms.
“The pain will subside,” he said, a note of strain now in his voice. As much as the experience was physical, it was mental as well. Each time he thrust into her, she felt their bond becoming stronger and more palpable. She was sure that his presence would now be felt by her much stronger and not just as a lingering feeling in the back of her neck, but as a commanding shroud that wrapped around her as a thick blanket of warmth and safety. All her worries melted away in his arms and her trepidation had become mirth and happiness. The future, which had looked bleak and terrifying that morning, had opened up as a cascade of promises raining down around Elise and her Alpha, hinting at countless ways their days together could grow and blossom.
His words had been true. The pain was just a distant memory now as Jacques had taken her fully, filling her with his hard cock and showing her the joys of physical affection. She moaned and writhed under him, bucking her hips into him when she could and arching her back as he went deep and hard, her wetness making her tight slit yield to his size and hunger. The warmth in her belly grew and twisted into sparks of heat and cold that coursed through her, making her body feel more alive than it ever had before.
Suddenly, when he was in her to the hilt, he took hold of Elise’s hips and picked her up, resting his back against the embankment and setting her to sit on his lap. She gasped in surprise as she sunk down lower onto him, finding ways to have him deeper in her that she had not thought possible. The girl wrapped her hands around Jacques’ neck and kissed him with a needy mouth, the softness of his lips as if meant for her. The newfound mates melded together, their bodies moving in perfect unison as the girl grinded into him and the beast met her motions with small, careful thrusts.
His breath was heavy between kisses and she could feel his powerful heart pound against her chest, her small bosom pressed against his chiseled pecks. She felt completely insignificantly small in his arms, as if no harm could ever befall her as long as she was tucked away safely in his lap, surrounded by his love. Elise bit her lip as her body fell into a rhythm that threatened to be too much to handle. Her hips bucked against him with desire and the heat in her grew and changed, rushing for a crescendo of physical and mental release. She whimpered softly and he pulled her against him tightly, giving her freedom to meet her need as he fuelled it on with growing lust.
Elise closed her eyes tightly and buried her face into his strong shoulders, wanting to feel, hear and see nothing but the pleasure she was experiencing. The wind howled morosely, shuffling trees in the cold night air, but the wolf and his mate felt no chill tucked away in each other’s arms. Elise thought she heard more soft, padded footsteps around them, but she dared not look up and instead drove forward, giving herself permission to enjoy her first experience fully. It did not take long until the girl’s skin was spotted with perspiration and her cheeks were red with exertion and she was teetering on the edge. He took no mercy and pushed her over it, thrusting into her deeply.
The girl yelped and the small noise turned into a loud moan as waves of her orgasm wafted over her, consuming her. Her body shook in shivers and her tight heat yearned for Jacques’ seed, stroking his cock with small, strong muscles as she convulsed in her release. The man gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but to no avail. Elise could feel his muscles tighten and flex and he let out an animal growl as he could not hold it back any further. Thick ropes of cum filled her, milky strands spilling his seed in his mate, forever tying the bond that they had.
The duo of girl and wolf was wrapped around one another tightly, chests heaving as they shuddered in their shared aftermath. Elise was not far from passing out and falling asleep in his arms. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up, reluctant to leave the warmth and safety of his grasp. The darkness around them was receding bit by bit as t
he first rays of sun peeked over the tree line and cast a pinkish hue across the gray clouds. The moon was slowly disappearing from sight, overtaken by the light of the morning sun.
She smiled slightly, basking in the warmth of Jacques. Her smile wavered as she saw the burning eyes of another wolf flash in the distance, but her fear disappeared as the animal turned about and plodded off, leaving them be. Jacques had won and despite her expectations, Elise was certain that it was a victory earned by both of them. He had found her against all odds and she had recognized him as a man of worth and her other half, the part of her she had not known was missing until she was met with the possibility of being in his presence.
Elise rested her head on his shoulder, looking small and helpless in his lap. Yet, a strong, proud heart beat in her chest, which made her worthy of being the mate of a wolf of the Red Moon Pack and as much of a warrior as he was. Strength came in many forms, not only as sharp blades and trained muscles, but as mental fortitude and the will to learn, adapt and change. Elise had been faced with years of fear and nervous preparation for a most grievous future, yet it had turned out in a way that was unexpected and delicious. She would grow thanks to that, expand the way she looked at the world and ultimately, it would make her and her Alpha stronger for it. The distress and tears would not be forgotten, but they would be changed to something that would be a catalyst for progress, not a step back.
“What happens now?” she asked, her voice soft and shrouded with sleepiness. Jacques looked down at her and smiled, his amber eyes full of affection. He squeezed her against him with his arms and laid a gentle kiss on her head.
“Now we go and meet our fate, together.”
OUTCAST’S CLAIM
SMUTTY SHIFTER SHORTS
BOOK 3
BY
ANYA NOWLAN
CHAPTER ONE
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Jonah stood at the head of a long table, glaring down the men on either side of it, as well as the Master at the opposite end. He could barely keep the growl from his lips, the wolf in him roaring to be freed and allowed to teach these insolent old coots what the fury of the new generation truly felt like.
“I’ve passed every test you have given me. I am just as strong, fast and smart as all of your sons and the brothers of your packs, yet you find it fair to shun me from my kind,” he said, a strong dose of ire bubbling close to the surface, only thinly veiled by his words. A hot flash glinted across his blue eyes, the momentary injection of amber into his blue pools not going unnoticed around the table.
Some of the men gave each other knowing looks, remaining silent as they waited for the Master to deal with the insolent pup. The regal men of the ten packs had gathered to pass judgment on the newest hopeful who wanted to return to the arms of his kind. But, he was not shunned for no reason and decisions like that were not made easily. His plea would almost certainly go unfulfilled, even if the reasons surrounding his fate had little to do with his own deeds.
“Jonah Trevyr, you know full well that you are not the same as our sons or the children of our packs,” the Master’s voice rumbled across the room, age gnarling his words with an undertone of the wolf. He was too seasoned to bother masking it in his tone and it wasn’t as if anyone would call him out on it. He was the Master, after all. “Your father chose this fate for you when he saw it fit to leave his pack and take a common woman for his mate. With your near infinite knowledge of our lore, you should know full well what that means for his offspring. We’ve humored you long enough, boy, because your father was a close friend to all of us many moons ago. It comes to an end now.”
The man fell back onto the cushioned chair, the rich burgundy cover casting a stark contrast against his black jacket and the gray in his hair. Experienced eyes watched the young pup almost quake with fury in front of him. A smirk appeared on the lips of a few of the pack leaders as the alphas eyed the boy with mild amusement. Of course, he was only a boy in their eyes, presenting no challenge nor bringing worry to their hearts. They neglected to realize that he was actually a man of more substance than they could have imagined.
Jonah Trevyr was a tall, strong man of nearly thirty years. He had lived his whole life at the periphery of being a wolf, not allowed in quite enough to make it all he was. His father had made the carnal mistake of choosing love over pack rules and Jonah was left to deal with the consequences. Jason Trevyr had been a pack leader like all the men that eyed Jonah now, as respected as any one of them. He had given up his pack and his regal standing to follow a woman with no ties to their kind, ultimately leading to being cast from the community despite his ancient blood.
The wolf inside of Jonah made him too much of a beast to live in the world of men and the human blood in his veins made the werewolves keep him at arm’s length. He had been fortunate in that his father’s blood had been strong enough to make him more wolf than man. Jonah had no trouble shifting and when comparing size and speed, he could match any wolf. His father had taught him well before he had passed and the once-powerful alpha had shared on all of his knowledge with his only son.
Jonah had heard the members of the packs whisper behind him as he passed them by or gasp in surprise when he shifted during the moon-lit fights the young wolves held. If they hadn’t known, they would have assume he was the son of a prominent alpha. In his mind, the fact that his father had left the community and abandoned his pack for love, didn’t make him any less of a son of an alpha. The Council or the community had never quite agreed with him.
Jonah had never been one to beg, preferring to fight for what he believed was rightfully his instead of plotting and scheming for it. He had jumped in on one of the races they held in the spring to test the young wolves and he had won with an impressive lead. Some of the pack leaders had taken pity on him after that and allowed him entrance into the games, but giving him no promise that he could claim the prize at the end – a prominent place in the community if he completed all of the challenges.
Jonah felt that it had surprised everyone except himself that he had beaten all of the trials and won most of them, showing up the sons of the alphas and letting them taste the bitter pill of defeat. They didn’t know that there was a force stronger than simple will to succeed driving him forward – love made his legs run faster and his fangs grow sharper. There was no match against a wolf who needed to fight for a chance of claiming the woman he loved. The first stop on that path was getting accepted to the community, something that seemed less of a probability with each passing second.
So it was all the more difficult standing in front of the men, who had fathered the wolves that could barely match up to him, and be told that he was not good enough. He could feel his skin burn and his hands wanted to curl into fists, the man having to fight both the wolf that wanted to roar with rage and the human bitterness that wanted to explode forward. Jonah exhaled deeply and met the Master’s eyes. He was determined to get what he wanted, what he needed, and he would not let those wrinkly fossils take it away from him when it was so close.
Jonah knew that he had options, ancient rites and blood oaths sworn by their forefathers that he could invoke to force the wolves to allow him back among them, but he had never dared speak of them before. It was much for the same reason why his father had never used them – it would make him even lesser in their eyes, and that was something he didn’t need any help with.
There was just one thing he could do that had some honor in it if he was backed into a corner and threatened with being allowed no entrance, despite his obvious skills and strength. He knew that if it failed, it would mean a swift and painful death to him, ripped to shreds by violent fangs of the wolves that could have been his brothers and sisters. But if he succeeded, they would have no choice but to swear him in as a brother of the community. They would have to accept him back into his father’s old pack. The shunned one had been careful to not hint at it before, but the Council was leaving him no choice. He was going to regain his rightful p
lace and get the woman he needed, even if he had to play a little dirty. And risk her sizable fury.
“Fine, we shall do it your way,” he said, the rumble of a threat piercing into his voice. He was done playing nice. “I call for my right to a Claiming Run. And I choose your daughter.”
A deathly silence fell over the room, ten pairs of eyes looking at the cocky pup of a wolf with a mixture of surprise and shock. Frightful gazes slunk over to the Master, whose expression hadn’t changed the slightest bit. Jonah blazed inside, every nerve on edge.
They can’t deny it to me, I have regal blood, he assured himself, desperately hoping he had not overlooked anything. Finally, the Master lowered his head and shook it slowly. When he looked up, the amber had seeped into his eyes and the threat in his voice was so thinly covered by humanity that Jonah expected him to spring across the table at any moment and strangle him with his bare hands.
“It will be done. Your call has been heard.”
Jonah bowed his head respectfully and backed out of the room as quickly as he could. The room exploded in a cacophony of yells as soon as the door shut behind him, but the young wolf just smiled and made his way out of the council building before anyone could convince the Master to change his mind. He wasn’t sure which worried (and amused) him more – the anger of the Master or the tantrum his daughter was sure to throw.