by Caris Roane
Tall, French doors flanked either side of the fireplace and led to a large, private garden. She moved to the doors on the left to take in the view. There was an extensive paved patio and firepit, more seating. The tall stone walls that surrounded the yard had a protective wrought iron section at the top with spear-like corbels every few feet. The landscaping included huge rocks and dozens of junipers. Three full-grown pines filled the back part of the yard.
“Again, this is amazing.”
He drew close and from behind her wrapped his arms around her waist. She covered his arms with her own, her heart full. She was more content than she’d been in a long time.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said.
She turned in his arms and met his gaze. His emerald eyes glinted in the dim light of the room. He was so handsome. His scars had smoothed out and his left eye was now fully open. She stroked the side of his head where the tattoos showed more clearly.
“What happened tonight was a miracle,” she said.
“I agree.” He eased his fingers through her hair, then cupped the back of her neck. He leaned close and settled his lips on hers.
She drew in a long, slow breath as she parted her lips. He eased his tongue inside and began a seductive thrust. Her knees turned to a liquid state and desire played over her sex.
When he drew back, he thumbed her cheek. “How about a hot shower to close out the night?”
She looked up at him and tears bit her eyes. “I’d like nothing better.” She could get used to this. Warren saw her and sensed what she needed.
He led her to the hallway near the bar. The space opened onto a formal dining area with a large wooden table and big upholstered chairs to seat twelve.
When she paused in her steps and glanced at a wide swinging door, he asked, “Do you want to see the kitchen? Though it’s more practical than anything else.”
“Sure.”
He held the door wide, but she remained on the threshold as she glanced around. The kitchen was as he’d said and looked similar to her set-up at the refuge with lots of stainless steel work surfaces.
She stepped back into the dining area and glanced up at him. “I take it you entertain a lot.”
“I do. It isn’t every alpha’s choice. But for the highest-ranking pack members, I wanted to be able to bring them here, less formally than in my office or war room, to talk about the pack and the future of Savage. I also invite other pack alphas over at least once a quarter. We’re all working to get Federal lands in the White Mountains assigned to alter wolves. We’ll never be free of the drug trade without enough space for our people.”
Kiara couldn’t agree more. She’d worked with plenty of wolves over the past year or so. Most suffered from a level of depression that had to do with the limited space in their territory and not enough miles to really get in a good run.
“I know both Mary and Fergus are working hard with the U.S. government to petition for the land. I understand they’re in the process of getting Donaldson and his Federal counterparts to approve their limited passports.” Leaving Five Bridges was rarely allowed for any of the alter species.
“They are.”
She needed to keep in mind that there were many alter people, of the different five species, who were working on improving the future of their world.
When he took her back to the hall, she joined him as he headed in a northerly direction. They passed an impressive library on his right then came to an arched doorway.
Because the doors were open, she had a complete view of his bedroom, also decorated in the same warm shades as the rest of his apartment. His bed was huge which gave her all kinds of ideas.
Since he had hold of her hand, he gave a tug. She followed him to the doors on the left and what turned out be an equally impressive bathroom.
He had a large soaking tub and beyond that a sizable shower.
She drew near the latter and pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans then tugged it up and over her head. She turned toward him as she began to unzip her jeans.
His gaze fell to her full breasts and his eyes widened.
As she stepped out of her pants, she saw he hadn’t started undressing and that he was waiting respectfully by the doorway. She realized he thought she would want to shower by herself. Though it was very considerate, she wasn’t in the mood for some alone time. “You can join me, if you want.”
His eyes lit up and she smiled.
“Got to be honest,” he said, “I was hoping you’d say that. But if you need some space, it’s okay.”
Her smile broadened. “What I want is you, with me, here and now.”
As she continued to undress, he started as well, beginning with his boots. He was moving fast so that by the time she’d gotten rid of her bra and panties, he was naked as well.
He went into the shower first and set three of the heads to flowing, adjusting the temp on each. When he was satisfied, he waved her in.
She slid beneath the central rain showerhead and let the warm water flow over her. “Heaven.” She murmured. “What would we do without hot running water?”
“Amen to that.”
She closed her eyes and savored.
She felt Warren’s foot as it bumped hers, then his backside against her arm. The sensations made her happy.
She heard him rubbing a bar of soap between his palms. When he moved in behind her, she sighed with contentment. His hands came next, creamy with soap as he covered both her breasts and began to massage.
His touch was perfection. “More heaven.”
She opened her eyes and turned to face him. He continued to fondle her, then leaned close and kissed her, a full wet kiss on her already wet lips. When he drew back, she met his gaze and loved that she could see both of his eyes. It made her happy that their relationship had eased the scars back and allowed him to see.
As he continued to palm her breasts and soap her chest, she rose up on her tip-toes and kissed his eyelids, one after the other. “I’m so happy that your eye is healing, Warren. For your restored sight alone, what we’ve gone through over the past two nights has been totally worth it.”
He kissed her again and started soaping all the way down her arms. “I can see clearly, and it is a damn miracle. I’ve had several good witches try to heal me, but nothing worked. So, thank you.”
She took the bar of soap from the wall inset where Warren had put it and began creating her own mound of foam. “It’s us, Warren, not just me. Together, we’ve somehow helped each other because my scars have smoothed out to a large extent as well, but I wasn’t able to heal them before. Not even a little.”
He pulled back and glanced at her breasts and abdomen. “That goes to show how male I am. All I saw and felt were your breasts.”
She laughed. “But look.” She held her arms wide and he took in the diminished scarring.
He traced some of the silvery lines. “You’re right. I’d say it’s gone by half.”
“I think so, too.”
He squeezed her breasts. “It doesn’t matter how the job got done. I’m grateful.”
“Me, too.” She looked him up and down and with her hands foamy, she said, “Let’s trade positions.”
She moved to the side of him. He did the same and slipped under the hot overhead stream. “Damn that feels good.”
She gave him a minute of just enjoying the water before she put her hands on his muscles. Since he was pushing his hair back, she could do nothing but admire the strength of his chest and arms, the rippled appearance of his abs, and the taut lines that angled down his groin. His cock was in a beautiful state of partial arousal. She loved the look. It wasn’t at full-attention, but angled in a downward slant.
She started at his shoulders. Just as she’d done, he leaned back and enjoyed the stream of water while she massaged his muscles. Every part of him was built and hard. Just feeling the contours of his body made her ache between her legs. Yet it was more than that. Her heart felt warm and beat in a steady rh
ythm that echoed his name, Warren. Warren. Warren.
She knew she loved him down to the depths of her soul. She settled her head over his sternum, so she could hear his heart, not caring if the soap on his pecks got on her face.
It beat the sound she loved and spoke his name, Warren, Warren.
I’m so grateful for this time with you.
Me, too. He surrounded her with his arms and held her tight. Are you very tired? I guess what I’m asking is if I should put you to bed and let you rest.
She craned her neck to look up at him. “I’m not that tired.”
His smile was crooked. “Good. I want you looking up at my ceiling because I’m feeling hungry.”
A full body shiver passed over her as his meaning broke across her mind.
“Let’s get the soap off.”
It took less than a minute to take care of business so that soon she stood in the bathroom drying off with a towel. Warren did the same.
When she was done, she plucked a wash cloth from a nearby shelf. He drew near, picked her up off her feet and shifted to levitation. She loved how fast he could move without banging into anything.
He flew to the bed flipped the covers back and settled her against the cool sheets. He then slid his hands beneath her thighs and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. When he sank to his knees, she uttered a soft cry.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She obeyed and watched his eyes flare. “You’re beautiful, Kiara, in every way.” He leaned down and kissed the mound of her sex first, then began to lick.
She cried out, but it was as much from the way her heart had swelled as by the sensation of his tongue stroking her sex. All this man, this muscle, this warrior, and she got to have him right now. Tears bit her eyes once more.
From the time she’d entered Five Bridges, she’d lost the hair covering her sex. She had no idea why this has been part of her experience. But as Warren started to suck on her, she was supremely grateful nothing stood between his mouth and her skin.
She was groaning heavily before he’d barely sucked and licked for thirty seconds. She looked down at him, at the way his head moved, bobbed and shifted about. When his tongue appeared, and took a long swipe over all her sensitive tissue, her whole body arched with pleasure.
Watching him dip lower, she knew what would come next.
She closed her eyes and for a moment couldn’t breathe.
Warren was here. With her. Tending to her. Taking care of her most primal need.
As he penetrated her body with his tongue, she slung her legs onto his shoulders and back. He rubbed his hands up and down her outer thighs as he plunged in and out.
She writhed. “I’m so close.”
The words spurred him on. He thrust harder, faster.
This was Warren. Man. Wolf. A mythological god and he was taking her to the heights.
Pleasure built, and suddenly erupted in an explosion of ecstasy. She gave a cry as waves poured through her, rising through her body and flooding her head.
He slowed down, but didn’t stop. He kept thrusting. She looked at him and she could see the wicked gleam in his eye. What?
You need to come again. Right now.
Before she knew what he meant to do, he placed a hand on her mons and small arcs of electricity flowed through her flesh. At the same time, he drove his tongue into her again, thrusting wickedly.
Her whole body did a kind of rolling arch. He pushed down harder in an erotic massage, more sparks of electricity then thrust faster.
She twisted one way then the other. Lights danced over her mind. The next thing she knew, ecstasy broke again only this time sharper, more intense.
She cried out once more as he kept pummeling her with his tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her sex, then her abdomen. Her entire chest expanded.
Finally, the sensations passed and she lay slack on the bed. He eased her legs off his shoulders. They were like jelly. She could hardly move she felt so good, so peaceful, so content.
He slid an arm beneath her back then the other behind her knees. He gently shifted her toward the middle of the bed.
He carefully positioned himself between her knees, then bent over her, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders. “Satisfied?”
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, her other cheek.
“Amazingly. Lights flashed in my head as I came.” She caressed his neck then his face. His skin was almost smooth, now, though a silvery remnant of the damage remained.
He glanced down at her chest where most of the torture had occurred. His deep voice rolled over her. “You were right about the scarring.”
He leaned down and kissed the silvery streaks then her breasts. He took time suckling each in turn.
Pleasure flowed once more, swirling over her sex. She used the moment wisely and caressed the muscles of his arms. She let her fingers flow over the dips and valleys. Each contour presented something new to experience. Sometimes, several muscles were outlined. She strained toward them as he worked her breasts.
She kissed and licked what she could reach, savoring the taste of his skin. His wolf and storm scent was rich in the air and on her tongue.
She wanted to memorize every contour of his body because despite these glorious moments, she knew it couldn’t last. In the end, she would have to leave and the memories would be all she would have left.
She felt desperate and caressed his neck but giving just enough of a shove to push him off her breast. “My turn. On your back, wolf.”
He smiled as he flipped over.
His cock was upright and rigid, hard as granite.
She stretched out next to his groin and took her time. She stroked his thighs, moving her hand slowly up one muscled leg then the other. She stopped just short of his cock.
His hips arched and his cock rose. Her mouth watered.
The sight of him made her ache, knowing how good it would feel to have him buried inside her and pushing into her once more.
She rose up on her elbow then leaned down and slowly swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. She flicked her tongue along the ridge and had the pleasure of hearing small gasps burst from his throat.
Using one of her hands, she very gently stroked down the length of his cock then back up. With her tongue, she gathered moisture in her hand then went back down and began a slow steady stroke.
She licked the tip of his cock and flicked several times with just the tip.
“Oh, fuck.”
She finally took the head in her mouth and began to suck, but not hard. She wanted to tease him right now, not bring him. She knew how she wanted him to come and that meant having him deep inside.
She kept this up, taking it slow, torturing him with her hand and her mouth until he’d had enough.
“Temptress,” he all but shouted. He was in the air and had her with him in a lightning-like move.
He flipped over. She would have landed hard on the bed, but he was a man of strength and caught her. He eased her onto her back.
She laughed the whole time.
He looked down at her, almost as though he was really seeing her. “You’re beautiful, Kiara.”
“Kiss me.” She slid her hands behind his neck and drew him toward her.
He crashed down on her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep. A cloud of sensation rose from her body, chills and shivers, tremors, and an aching need between her legs. When she parted her knees, he settled himself between.
“Yes.” Her voice was a breathy whisper, nothing more.
As he placed his cock at her entrance and began to push, she held his gaze. He was an intense man and never more so than at this moment as he entered her body fully. He began to move inside her.
She held his arms, and arched her hips to meet each thrust. “That feels so good.”
“It does.”
He kissed her again and when he did, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He put his hips to work, driving in and out.
She held him tight, her body ready for what was to come.
She drew back and looked at him once more. His eyes were rimmed with gold. Fur had sprouted on the strong lines of his cheeks. It was sexy as hell. “Faster. I’m ready.”
“First, this.”
She didn’t know what he meant, until she felt his storm rise. Only this time, the sensations were focused on his cock.
She arched her neck and cried out. “Oh. My. God.”
She heard him curse or shout or something. “Damn, that feels good. But look at me.”
When she met his gaze, he dipped his chin. Get ready.
I am.
With the wolf power he possessed, he sped up his thrusts, going faster than a human could. His external storm arrived at the same time, with a wild wind whipping over them both, adding sensation on sensation.
Ecstasy followed on a wave that had her screaming. He arched his back and howled. He kept thrusting and more pleasure came, crashing over her in a second wave.
She cried out and his howls increased. The wind and lightning pummeled her body, her senses, her soul.
A third wave crashed on her, passing through her then returned to him. “Kiara!” he shouted as he came yet again.
The storm continued to blow all around them. Small waves of ecstasy pass through her over and over. She gasped for air, and cried out again.
He kept howling until at last ecstasy receded.
As his hips slowed, the wind and lightning faded then disappeared.
Kiara lay exhausted and full of so much feel-good she couldn’t even move.
She let out a long, deep sigh of contentment.
But Warren remained stiff-armed above her, blinking with both eyes now fully opened. The scars on the side of his head were faint silvery lines nothing more.
When he looked at her, he glanced down at her chest. “They’re almost gone.”
She looked at the places where her torturer had laid lines of paste that had eaten through her skin. She lifted a hand and touched what remained. “Does it form a pattern?”
He smiled. “The faintest wolf’s head and I’m not kidding.”