“And so does Wilder. I have a right since you brought that up. My right is legal. I’m her husband. What you say or think doesn’t count. It’s not for you to say. It’s for Adrienne to say. And right now she recognizes me and she recognizes werewolf’s laws. And that’s asking a lot of her.”
“Werewolves don’t recognize a piece of paper.”
“But humans do, and Adrienne is a human. She made her choice. She could have chosen you, and now I know why she didn’t. She could have chosen Wilder, but he’s too moody and doesn’t express his feeling much, and he spends all his time worrying about all of us.”
“I’m going to the cave to get her,” Lycell declared walking away.
“Do you really want to do that?” Lycell stopped in his tracks. “Do you want to risk a war within our own pack? Our own family? I knew you were reckless and selfish, but I didn’t know just how much until now,” Drayton said his voice edgy.
Drayton glanced up at Lycell with both eyebrows raised and an irritable look on his face. He had been up all night with his son, and hunted this morning for a fresh supply of meat, and he didn’t feel like reasoning with Lycell. Lycell knew Adrienne belonged to Wilder first and that Wilder chose to share her with them for the good of the pack.
Lycell turned looking at Drayton and said, “I guess I can allow him and Adrienne time together,” he said to save face. No he didn’t want to fight Wilder. Adrienne would never forgive him and he might lose her all together.
Instead of rushing out to bring Adrienne back he would cool off and give her some time with Wilder, but if they stayed too long he would go to the cave and express his displeasure with them. Before he took his horses out to pasture, he called Thorn.
“Where are you? I thought you would be back by now. And where is Damon?”
“I don’t know about Damon, but I know Tracker is on his way to Mexico, Father.”
“Does he still have that female with him?”
“No.” Thorn answered quickly but with a weak sound to his voice and Lycell knowing Thorn and the tone of his voice felt that there was more to his answer.
“Then that’s good. For once he’s thinking.”
Thorn hesitated and then said, “She’s with me. She’s my mate now.”
“For the love of God...” He can hear his mother’s voice coming back to haunt him. That’s what she said when she entered her flower shed and caught Lycell with two women in her day-bed naked, with him lying in the middle of them.
If Lycell’s mother had come a half an hour earlier, she would have caught her son sucking one female shifter’s breasts, while the other female shifter had his cock in her mouth.
“Do you know what you’re saying and doing, Thorn? What the fuck got into you. You have a werefemale here that’s looking to marry you, and now you and Tracker have managed to fuck that up and disappointed me and your mother.”
“Mother will understand. After all she is a human too. She knows you have to follow your heart.”
“She may understand and I may understand eventually, but Wilder is head Alpha in this family and this pack, and he will never understand you putting a female ahead of all we believe in, and what we’re trying to do to make sure that werewolves are strong and flourish in these trying times. I’m an Alpha too, but Wilder is still over all of us because he’s the first born. Just like Tracker is over you. Did he sanction you taking his female?” Lycell said. The tone of his voice, abrasive, rough, and hard.
“He gave her to me.”
“Just as I thought. You are as much of a fool as he is. Both of you are insane, and a great disappointment to me. I know Damon isn’t as irrational like the two of you. He’s my only hope.” Lycell’s tone is filled with frustration and dissatisfaction. He let out a sigh and shook his head.
His last words to Thorn, “What the fuck.” And he slammed the phone down. Then flung it across the room striking one of Adrienne’s new favorite blue and white vase filled with flowers, and it hit the hardwood flooring, and broke, spilling water and flowers everywhere.
He raised his head, let out a loud breath, and then crouched to pick up the mess, only to hide the broken vase before Adrienne came home.
***
Thorn looked over to Zoey and smiled. “Father wished he could be as free as we are,” he whispered looking down at her and Zoey opened her eyes. She reached for his hand. “If he knew you he would love you as much as I do.”
“Come get in bed. We have all day,” Zoey said. Her body a clear distraction to Thorn. Just as Tracker knew, she could and would distract Thorn into carelessness.
Zoey gazed out the glass patio doors at the waves washing up. Normally she caught a glimpse of Tracker swimming out into the ocean, but he wasn’t there and it was nine o’clock on a beautiful bright sunny morning.
The ocean looked warm but it had to be cooler now. She felt this because of the cool breeze coming in through the open doors.
When they first arrived at the hotel she took a swim and made love to Thorn shortly afterwards. She knew Thorn didn’t care too much for swimming although he would if he insisted but she loved a morning swim. Then they would climb into bed and start all over again. Somewhere in there he would remember to eat and she would call room service.
Thorn had been used to waking up early and tending to horses and feeding the large dogs in their kennels, and the ones that were allowed to patrol the ranch. He would cut down trees and bring in wood and place it in a shed for the coming winter months. Everyone had a job and that was his until now. Now he would lay around and make love to Zoey and she would with him and that’s all he cared to do lately.
Looking down at Zoey, and enjoying a respite from the drudgery of work and hunting animals, Thorn fell into the life of a man. A man who had disposable income. Money to burn and he would burn as much as possible just to lie between Zoey’s beautiful hard thighs day and night sucking her nipples, priming her for his hard cock to enter her, and whatever she required to give her an orgasm to make her happy.
Because Thorn thought about Zoey’s happiness more than his own.
“Tracker left while you were asleep,” he said touching her face. She sat up in bed placing a pillow behind her on the headboard, and then Thorn sat near her. She looked at him with a curious stare.
“Why did he leave? Not because of me I hope.” Her soft words tumbling out. “Was he angry at me?” She put her hands together and turned them as if her actions were a nervous twitch.
“Of course not.” Thorn passed his hand across her forehead pushing away her hair that had grown a little longer. He leaned and kissed her on her lips. She put her small hand to his chest and pushed it. Thorn fell back pretending she had strength in her arm. He fell back pulling Zoey over him with her looking down on him.
“You’re my beautiful human and I will cherish you.”
“Promise me. I can’t go back to the life I had. You have shown me how I should be treated. I love you, Thorn.” A feeling of completeness surged through Thorn. He wanted this feeling all his life, because his mother promised him that true love would come to him one day, and she was right because here it is, and it felt splendid, he thought. And he never wanted to be without it.
“I will always treat you this way. I will protect you and love you.” Zoey smiled wide and eased down on his body. She kissed the muscles in his chest as Thorn laid back with his arms crossed over his head. His eyes fell on her and he watched at her flawless back and behind as she slid down the length of his body trailing kisses until she reached his groin.
“What do you want this morning my hungry wolf.” Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. She heard his heart drumming in his chest with the rise of his cock pushing into her breasts. She slid further down and took his penis in her hand, and then she used the tip of his cock to circle her lips, making his body quake under her touch, ready to drain him of his strength.
He lifted his hips in anticipation of her next move. Zoey looked up at Thorn as she place
d part of his length in her mouth, and sucked on it slowly, as she ran her tongue along the tip and its open slit.
“Oh Zoey. Yes. Yes, you know my body better than I do. How can you control me the way you do?”
She looked up at him with most of his length down her throat and smiled. He didn’t expect her to answer, but she knew. She had a lot of practice with Beau and his friends and Thorn barely had any if you count the teacher behind the cafeteria, and the females that he was about to fuck when the Lion shifters broke in, and he and Damon had to kill them. He had many experiences in killing things, but not making love.
But Zoey would teach him and he would be a good pupil.
Zoey should have been the protected one because she was a female, but Thorn had been more protected as a male, simply because of his father Lycell, who had been wild and out of control as a pup and yearling, was afraid his boys would inherit his reckless nature, and run wild and cause problems in Samsaville because of what and who they were, and because they had oversized penises.
As Thorn looked down at Zoey he marveled at how she was able to place his penis into her small mouth and down her small throat.
He pushed upward and she opened her throat wide for him. Thorn’s cock dropped down and before he could enjoy the tension of her mouth, she used the muscles in her mouth to constrict around it controlling his orgasm. Thorn reached for her.
“Baby please take me out of my misery. I need an orgasm, but I don’t want to do it now and not like this.”
She pulled up, passed her hand over her mouth and looked into his eyes and said, “Do whatever you want. I want you to feel free with me. I enjoy making love to you.” That’s what Thorn had lived for all his life to have a female that enjoyed sex as much as he did. And one that was free to express it with him.
Sliding down between his legs, placing her lips over his penis, she took it all in and began sucking it and holding it in her hands with her head bobbing up and down and with her taking in as much of his length as possible, she opened her throat to him, and she was able to take as much of him in her mouth. His body tightened and his muscles froze at that moment, and his cock hard and full, released warm fluid into her mouth.
She held his hard thighs tight with both hands as his hips thrust forward and then relaxed. She heard him exhale and his body calmed.
It had been nothing to Zoey. She had done this many times before, but hated each time she had done this with Beau. Because Beau enjoyed this so much, he forgotten he wasn’t having sexual intercourse with Zoey, and she could bring him to orgasm quickly, she had become proficient at this. That’s why Beau thought she couldn’t have any children. The truth was when Zoey found out the kind of man she was saddled with, she didn’t want to have any children. So she chose the times she would have intercourse with him.
But now she wanted to have babies with Thorn, but because of Beau allowing his friends to have her, she wasn’t at all sure she could. She hoped Thorn would like her enough where he could overlook the possibilities that she wouldn’t be fertile.
Chapter 3
Tracker headed down south on interstate five. Of all the places in Mexico he could visit, he wanted to stop in Tijuana. Not because he had heard the food was great, or you didn’t have a problem drinking the water, but because he didn’t know what he was seeking and his time was getting short. He had to hunt or fuck and he preferred the notion of fucking over hunting.
Not being acquainted with the area he would visit a local bar, stir up a conversation and look around for someplace to rent before he headed farther south to Mexico City and then to Acapulco de Juarez to locals, but Acapulco to foreign visitors where he had planned to take Zoey for a rest to a resort hotel Cabo Marques, for a needed rest. Those plans went out the window. But Tracker would keep to his plans of following his passion and that was to live as much of his life in the presence of men.
Looking around he picked a bar not for its safety but for the kind of women he was looking for and he was thirsty.
That’s how he met Zoey, in a bar, and why not take another chance. He had a lifetime to discover what he could or couldn’t do. Today he would take his first real drink. He pulled his motorcycle up to the saloon, turned off the motor, jumped off, looked back at it and sauntered into the rundown building.
On first entering the bar, it had a smell of tobacco and hot sauce with a mixture of alcohol. The place dark except for the commercial yellow lights over the bar and an old unfocused television with someone speaking in Spanish.
Tracker knew Spanish well. His mother made sure they could speak at least three languages. She said, “You never known when you might need Spanish.” He smiled at the thought because it was going to come in handy especially if he wanted to say in Spanish I need my cock sucked. Or, get down on all fours.
Standing behind the bar pouring drinks to two men who looked admiringly at her as she forced a closed smile handing them a beer, the pretty bar maid was engaged in conversation with another admiring young man. Her dark eyes looked up and caught Trackers. She had the desperate and bored look of a young woman who couldn’t do better, but had promises if she could get out of Tijuana.
The barmaid young about eighteen or maybe younger, with long dark shiny straight hair and black eyes, stood in one spot and watched at the stranger with a hidden smile, much to the dismay of her gentleman friends.
She stood five feet with dark olive skin and her smile infectious with bright white even teeth. When she walked, she gave a forced sway to her body. Her body gave off a rhythm as if she was listening to her favorite music. That music had to be energetic and passionate. But it was her beauty and youth that attracted men to her. That was one reason and more besides which Tracker anticipated on discovering.
The one thing which appealed to Tracker was she gave off a scent and she had a glow in her eyes that signaled she needed to be fucked and fucked hard.
***
As Tracker sat down for a drink at the end of the bar, Thorn was sitting down for dinner in the main dining hall at their hotel. The one where Tracker left Zoey and Thorn to get acquainted with each other without his interference.
Before Zoey and Thorn entered the dining room of the hotel, an older man of fifty with a sour expression as if life had played a dirty trick on him, stood in front of them with dark hair and a bald spot in the center of his head and he wore a dark suit with a white shirt, and a tie, and he said to Thorn, “You have to wear a dinner jacket in the dining room.” Thorn glanced at Zoey. She shook her head that she understood. She watched a lot of television and she knew somethings about the world of men, and this was just one of their pet peeves, and that was to be dressed for dinner especially in the finer hotels.
Thorn remembered on some occasions, like his parents anniversary, his mother asked them to dress in jackets for dinner.
“I don’t have a dinner jacket or a jacket,” Thorn said. His forehead furrowed. He took Zoey’s arm turning to leave, and she said, “Maybe he has one he can give you.” She gazed up at the head waiter and he smiled.
“We have some in the back. I’ll check,” the waiter said waiting for Thorn to decide.
“I don’t wear someone else’s clothes. This is all just silly.” Zoey looked at Thorn pleading with her large blue eyes. Feeling uncomfortable Thorn said, “I’ll look stupid with a jacket. I won’t feel like myself. Can’t we just stay in the room and order in. I would prefer that much better. I don’t feel comfortable in here anyway. Look at the way the men are looking at you.”
Zoey didn’t see what Thorn saw. She just thought he didn’t want to be around people. But Zoey needed to be in the company of people. She had been cooped up in that small town of Claysville all her life and never exposed to anything, and now she saw her opportunity to talk with others, and she thought it would be good if Thorn did too.
“Please, Thorn,” Zoey pleaded. Her voice soft and innocent. Her eyes looking on him as if she could cry. “I’ve never been to a place like this. I want t
o sit on that purple velvet sofa over there and have dinner.” She pointed and Thorn’s eyes followed. If at all possible he would try to grant Zoey her wish. There was no way Thorn would disappoint Zoey. He wanted to do everything he could to please her especially since she would do anything he wanted to please him.
Thorn glared at the waiter who stood patiently watching and listening to their conversation and Thorn said, “Do you have something I can wear to be able to sit in there?” His voice full of mockery.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be back in a minute.” The waiter turned as if the suit had been too tight and it had been borrowed from his father. His arms too long for the jacket. Thorn wondered if he would be made to look ridiculous in that jacket in front of Zoey. He didn’t care what other’s thought only Zoey.
Thorn held Zoey with his hand behind her back on her waist and smiled adorningly at her. She was beautiful even if her hair was cut uneven and short, and some stray strands of hair sticking up and out of place.
She wore a black dress with a V neckline that showed an outline of her pert full breasts, and he had given her the small gold chain holding a round emblem around her neck, one his mother gave to him, until he could buy her some good jewelry. She had bought the dress at the specialty shop on the grounds of the hotel, as well as a pair of black heels. Thorn had been more than pleased with her. He strutted around like a king with his queen.
She wore very little makeup only lip gloss with a shine, which made her lips all the more inviting to him. She didn’t need makeup because the tan she had from riding on the motorcycle, and from lying on the patio and swimming, gave her a glow on her face and body. Her cheeks were rosy, and when she added a touch of lipstick to her lips, it brightened up her blue eyes and face. She looked at Thorn with love and he felt it deep down inside of him.
It took longer than a minute for the waiter to find a jacket to fit Thorn. Thorn’s wide shoulders and large muscular arms and small waist proved to be a challenge. The place had filled up and people were walking pass Thorn and Zoey and looking at them. It could have been because they had never seen such a tall handsome young man as Thorn, and such a beautiful girl like Zoey, or it could be both because they made a handsome couple.
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