Until I Make You MINE (Wolves of Amrok Hollow)

by Jeanette Lynn

  “Baby, I’m not lying to you.” Ansel, picking himself up off the floor, shaking himself out as he pulled himself from what was left of the round wicker basket I kept the plushies I still owned safely hidden away, he gently picked up Mr. Teddykins, a bear I’d had since I was a baby, and carefully set him amongst his unearthed plushy brethren Tony Turd-le and Captain Kittman.

  “How do I know that?” My shoulders drooped, head dipping so he couldn’t see how much his rejection bothered me. Fuck, I was feeling so god damned confused.

  “I’m on the lam, remember? I washed up to better hide my scent. I used the soap we wash up with before hunting to help mask our scent. I never went back to the hole and I’m not going to.” With a petulant tone, he huffed, “You can’t make me.”

  “You’re not funny,” I mumbled, swiping at my cheeks.

  “Did I ever tell you it kills me when you cry?”

  Shifting uncomfortably, because I will not fucking melt, I sniffed, loudly, sucking the shit in my sinuses clean into my brain. There, maybe it’d kill me now, too. Hah. So attractive, Em, being a walking snot ball. No melting. Nope. Not gonna. It’s not working. He has no power here. Through the corner of my eye, I watched his very naked ass approach.

  “You don’t cry often, and maybe that makes it worse. I used our bond when I sensed you were upset. To soothe,” he clarified. “That was the only time I ever intentionally intruded. I wanted to take your pain.”

  Frowning, I glanced up in time to watch him glance at my forehead pointedly. “You can’t take my pain away,” I argued, yet my hand went to my face to rub the spot. I did have a rather fast rebound when I felt like the world was crashing in on me. Watching him, my eyes narrowed shrewdly. “Are you doing it now?” I accused.

  “No.” His brow beetled suddenly and he glanced toward the ceiling like he was listening for something. “Are you blocking me out right now?” he asked.

  “How the fuck would I know if I even could?” I hissed, standing there glaring at him in nothing but a light, short sleeved button up jammy shirt, my shit just swaying in the breeze. “Someone’s been holding out on me.”

  “You weren’t ready.” He was back to that again.

  “Really? Then why spring it all on me now? All this... this mate shit. I sound ready for it now to you?” I muttered, tossing my hands up into the air.

  “Ready as you were ever gonna be,” he grumbled back with an equally put out tone.

  Ah... because his time had, essentially, been up. I’d been looking into the whole council find me a mate thing.

  My lips pressed, nostrils flaring. “Hey, fuck you, okay.”

  “Trying to but, as usual, you’re being fucking stubborn.”

  “Argh!” Lunging, picking up one of his boots, I chucked it at his head. He ducked and it flew out the window. His growl as it whizzed by his ear just made me want to throw the other one. “Maybe you should go hit up one of your belt notches, take them out for a spin! I’m surprised you have enough leather on it left to hold it together, it’s so fucking holey.”

  “I never slept with any of them,” he shot back, his beast starting to come to the fore yet again.

  “Jesus. Spin me a longer yarn, would ya.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Awesome, you’ve had enough lips on your dick I’ll never feel comfortable barebacking it again. Should I get checked for STDs?”

  “Not funny. And I’m serious.” He shook his head. “I had a deal with them. A mutual agreement. Dinner, a date, platonic, purely for show to keep others off my back, and in some cases off of theirs, that was it. I never put a hand on any of them.”

  “Not trying to be funny, har-har. And, puhlease, pull my other dick.”

  “I’m not lying to you. Don’t believe me? Fine, I’ll let you in and you can see,” lifting a hand, he pointed, “but don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

  “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?” My beast was chomping at the bit to be let loose. We didn’t like the idea of ours even looking at another female. We detested feeling like he’d lied to us just as much.

  Stomping closer, chest puffed out, hulked out to his werewolf size, he grumbled dryly, “You really want me to fucking answer that right now, Warhola?”

  Something inside of me snapped then. With an unrestrained snarl, none of this mute it for the sleeping folks shit, my legs bunched as I shifted and I launched myself at him. In full werewolf partial shift, I tackled his ass, taking him down in a slash of claws and snapping jaws.

  Predicting my move, strong emotions, blah-blah, bonds, yadda, yadda, he snarled and snapped and fought back. His back slammed into my dresser as I picked him up and tossed him, sending him flying. He landed hard but rolled, hopping to his feet to grab me up and launch us toward the bed. We landed on top of my bed, then fucking bounced, my claws tearing up the bed linens in the process, a beastly screech ripping from my throat. I hit a pillow at some point, sending feathers shooting up into the air. It was a werewolf pillow fight gone wrong. Pinning me beneath him, his midnight dark fur standing on end, he leaned in, lips pulled back, and snarled in my face.

  Unfazed, I snarled right back. Ducking my head, I lunged, my white and grey muzzle brushing a vulnerable spot on his neck. Nicking the flesh, I jerked as the rich taste of iron, of him—my senses heightened, shifted like this—zinging through me. As if unable to help myself, my wolf more in charge right now than me and distraught that our mate had a fucking boo-boo, we chuffed softly and began to lap at the small bite mark.

  Ansel used my momentary distraction, or as I was calling it, lapse of judgment, to press his thighs between mine, wedging his thick hips in between my heavily muscled legs. His cock was hot, thick, wet, laying heavily against my belly, his balls drawn up, pressing against my already slicked up sex. His chest pressed to mine, he leaned in to nuzzle into my neck. Goose pimples cropped up along my skin, my fur bristling. His hips started to move, bringing the thickness between his thighs that much closer to the lips of my sex. Soon his nuzzling grew searching, until he was nipping and licking at the spot between my shoulder and neck, his hips thrusting more urgently, eagerly. I could feel it as it washed over me, the question tickling my subconscious. I was so wet my sex squelched as his hips lowered, the underside of his cock brushing against the heat of my pussy. My sex clamped down on nothing and I mewled. I was empty. Alone. I wanted to be filled, for us to be one.

  Submit. It wasn’t an order or a question, but more of a gentle entreaty. My wolf didn’t understand it and I was too far gone to properly digest it. If we submitted any more, in our mind, we’d be chained to the kitchen sink, pregnant, barefoot, making his ass dinner and preparing to rub his stinky assed feet.

  Humor laced the tendril working toward me. I batted it away. I didn’t want humor. I wanted passion, want, possession. I wanted him to fuck me. Put it in me, damn it. Forgetting I was shifted, I tried to plead his name. All that came out was a forlorn sound, a garbled noise that couldn’t pass for human or wolf.

  Submit. His muzzle nudged my jaw. And then it clicked.

  With a growl, fighting to move my hips and get him where I wanted him, I let my head fall lax, limply dropping to the opposite shoulder he was sucking in lungfuls of my scent at. Without warning his teeth dug in, sinking deep, right as his hips pulled back and he lined us up, pushing in until the tip of him was snug in my tight channel, then he slammed all the way home.

  Nervous. Ours. Mine. A wave of emotions and stray thoughts slammed into me. Want it to be good... Feels so good. Mine. Forever. Mine. Love. Love. Love so fucking much. Wave after wave of emotion assaulted me. It was too much. I was confused. I couldn’t tell where his emotions began and mine ended. I was awash in a sea of feelings, and more importantly, his love filling it, threatening to drown me. Waited so long. My Roly. MINE. There was so much affection as the thought hounded me, like it was pounding itself into my brain as he pounded into me, I cried out. Roly. Mine. Mine. Never letting go. All mine. His wolf was d
eep in his thoughts. They were intertwined, one thought tipping over into the other, ours tripping over each other’s until they were a giant jumble.

  His wolf thought mostly in pictures, his thoughts flashing repeatedly to a scene of him dressing in the clothes he was wearing tonight. The wolf’s thoughts were chaotic—he kept wiping his hands on his pants. He was nervous. Really nervous. And now he was nervous about being so nervous. We need her to want us, need her to love us. We have to make her love us. She has to be ours. We knew we’d die of a broken heart if we couldn’t. He was so consumed, wrapped up in her, he was fearful he’d literally die if he couldn’t get her to see. Mine. Need. Need. Weak, his wolf thought, and I watched as he ran to his bathroom and snatched up a small travel sized spray bottle, giving it a sniff and grimacing, and then dousing himself with it. He was nervous, and afraid I’d see him as weak. His wolf openly acknowledged, in a test of Alpha wills, mine would best his. Need to be worthy. Need our female. Ours. Mine. Mine. Mine. His thoughts flashed to the river, of their mate coming to them, soothing them. Their heart burst with happiness as my teeth punctured his neck. Flash forward to the woods after. They didn’t like Eldritch cornering me. They worried she, meaning me, might have regrets. Eldritch was strong and competent, he could handle a strong female, measure up in that sense. Fear struck again. I didn’t understand why until he flashed back to the river and our short but memorable fuck. He remembered it in shades of bright blue and deep purple. His wolf was emotional remembering. Happy. Too happy. Fearful it’ll be taken away from them. The strong emotions were tipped in more. Flashing back to Eldritch, the image of him in the wolf’s mind had him in shades of red and black. Jealous. Anger. Deep rooted fear. Resentment. Fearful Eldritch would see. A sharp stab of pain pierced my heart. No- Ansel’s. He was terrified Eldritch would see, see how special she was, want, take. The wolf saw red and growled. My head shot up. I watched it through his eyes, leaning away from the Alpha as he leaned into me. I looked positively revolted. The wolf burst in color. Every shade of blue and green until green washed over everything. She wants only us. Only us. Mine. Ours. Mine.

  Coming to realize green was love, everything he saw or thought of me, even his more annoyed memories, tinted in some semblance of it when it came to me, I felt him nudging my mind and let him in.

  A howl erupted from me as green bled into my vision, a burst of happiness filling me, my heart aching with the force of it, my body locking up, my sex clamping down on him so hard he growled and his cock jerked. He was coming already, I could tell, heat bathing my insides. His big body trembled as it overtook him. Wrapping his mutant muscled arms around me tight, hunching himself over me, he growled, unwilling to release his bite on my neck, to start fucking me like he was part jackhammer. His hips pounded mine, to the point I was going to be bruised in the morning, but I knew I sure as shit wouldn’t mind. He was thickening, pumping into me vigorously, my pussy lips snug around his growing cock, until it was all too much and I suddenly tipped over.

  Mine. Mine. Mine. My thoughts echoed his.

  The words hit me in time to his pistoning hips. A growl left him and I felt it, his second climax washing over me as it overcame him. Shuddering, he didn’t stop as his cock thickened more. He kept going. He couldn’t stop. The man was making up for lost time, filling me to the brim, pumping me full of his seed, to start it all over again.

  Three orgasms in, my body sated but still convulsing in those wonderful afterglow post orgasm spasms, he was showing no signs of letting up. The bed squeaked ominously as he fucked me clean into the mattress, the bedding around us no more than shreds, feathers puffing up like grey and white little clouds with every bouncing thrust. My clawed hands went to his back and I raked them down either side along his spine, my hips jerking up, throwing off his pace, making him work for it if he wanted to get his.

  Ansel snarled, his teeth unclamping from my shoulder to snap at me warningly, but I just snapped back and fought harder. Excitement. I could feel it. I gave as good as I got and my greedy arse demanded more. A thrill trilled through me as pleasure coursed through him. He liked me just like this. My dominant nature just egged him on, and he liked that I appreciated his softer sides as much as his sharp edges. Mine. Ours.

  I wanted to tease his wolf out until he was howling my name. I had some tough competition to be compared to. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks, those bricks forming a heavy weight that pressed into my chest. Like fuck was he going to think of any of those other women again. Mine. All mine. Only mine. Jealousy roared through me until I saw red. Hissing on a growl, I seethed. Snapping at him, nipping his chin hard enough to draw blood in the process, he shocked me, pausing mid snarl, though his hips kept fucking the life out of me, to stare down at me. He couldn’t stop, felt like he might die if he did. He was so hell-bent on claiming me and making sure I knew I was his, short of lopping off his head or his little friend of his’, nothing was going to stop him.

  My snarl never ceased, even if his emotions, suddenly rushing at me, confused me. Guilt. Fear. Relief. A burst of happiness, followed by wild waves of blue and green—passion, love, want. Acceptance. I didn’t understand, if he could feel me and I could clearly feel him in this moment, how his mate feeling jealous of potential rivals would soothe him. The wolf was fucking cracked.

  Wave after wave of calm was forcefully shoved at me, easier as we marked each other up and continued to exchange blood. His stare was unflinching as he sent those odd visions in shades of green at me, memories throughout the years, compliments of his wolf’s long memory. Leaning in, he whined softly as his hips slowed, though they never completely stopped. His ears flattened to the sides of his boxy head, and he tentatively lapped along my wet snout. Squirming under him, growling softly at the tender action, I closed my eyes and nuzzled along the side of his furry face. Breathing heavily, he inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly, shuddering as my scent filled him anew. Mine.

  Nuzzling harder, working my way to the side of his head, I bit down suddenly on the bottom of one of his ears, marking him deeply in a spot everyone would see. I held on long enough, grinding the flesh between my teeth, saliva pooling along my muzzle, I hoped it would leave a lasting scar. Mine, I snarled back at him through our bond, shoving a shit ton of that green shit at him like I was some kind of fucking cartoon bear with a symbol on my belly to send all the good vibes. Adding a barrage of all the times I watched his ass lumber away from me, glancing away when he’d stopped and paused, like he was going to look back at me, to glance away. I’d said I’d hated him, as in he was annoying, not that I hadn’t thought about him in other ways ever. Ansel had a body to die for, he was built like a fucking tank, and moments of grudging sweetness were the man’s trademark. My tank. Mine. I sent that message with everything I had, a happy rumble rattling my chest when Ansel sucked in a sharp breath, jerking with the force of it as it hit him, then blasted that shit right back.

  Fuck. My back bowed, body tightening, skin so sensitive it hurt, and then the world exploded, inward and bursting out, and my channel suddenly began to spasm around him.

  Moments later he came again, thickening, his werewolf junk doing what it did, to the point something pressed so far and deep inside me, my pussy lips straining to contain the fat base of him to the point it pinched as it struggled to accommodate. Teeth snapping, I bit down on his forearm to muffle the howl threatening to burst out of me. He came again at that, like his body demanded it after I’d marked him again. The rush of heat bathing my womb as his blood tipped my lips and our connection crackled was so intense I came hard enough I saw stars.

  Breathless, panting, chest heaving, he fell on me in a slumped heap. Burying his face in my neck, he huffed out a chuff of breath that had me smiling a wolfish smile. My clawed hand patted his back before it fell to my side. Our hearts pounding, his slamming against my breasts, thumped in time, attuned, perfectly aligned. Mine kicked up a notch, surpassing his, noting they were beating in tandem. His kicked up to follow and he
lifted his large head to stare down at me.

  Unable to articulate properly in this form, I let out a deep breath and forced myself to relax, made my mind go totally blank, just chillax and let him see I was fine. It had escaped me, thinking of using this whole bond thing between us. It would all definitely take some getting used to. Mistaking my actions, and I supposed the sudden I’m fine, see? face, he started sending me images, greys, this time, image after image of the women I’d spotted him with throughout the years. Stiffening, I growled softly, but he shook his wide head and gripped me to him tight.

  As image after image played in my head, I actually started to pay attention to them. Feeling my brow pucker, squeamish as I forced myself to watch, nausea threatening to overcome me at the idea of watching him make love to another woman, I stilled about ten or so dates in.

  Mine. Roly mine. Ansel trembled atop me. I’d thought it was me shaking like that, realizing I was projecting his emotions onto myself. Taking inventory, I wasn’t the one emanating fear like that. Chuffing, I lifted my muzzle toward him, brushing it along his shoulder. Worry, fear, hope, flared in his chest, like little flames flickering, dying, and flickering back to life. Hope flared brighter.

  Shifting uncomfortably, feeling weird watching his ex dates reel, worried I’d suddenly come across someone impaled on his dick as I was, I tried to gently pull back mentally. Ansel stiffened and our synced heartbeats skyrocketed. He was projecting so hard it was blocking my connection to him completely. He was feeling shit so loudly, sending it to me like laser beamed thoughts, there was no room for me to get a thought out to him, edgewise.