by Casey Morgan
I bring my eyes back to hers. I lean my forehead on her forehead, feeling a slight shake emanate from her body.
“Pax?”
Slowly, I bring my lips down on hers. They’re soft and mold to mine. She lets go of my hand and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, resting them on my shoulders. She pushes herself up against me, pressing into the hard erection that’s straining against my jeans. Her small movements stimulate my cock, and I growl into her mouth, catching all the gasps coming from her. She sighs into my mouth, and I bring my hands up, wrapping them in her hair, pulling us closer together.
Chapter Eight
Mini
We were quickly walking away from all those weird guys squatting on the land. I lost my breath pretty quickly, but Pax was moving so fast that I couldn’t stop him. When we finally stopped, I was so out of breath, it was a little embarrassing.
We were holding hands, we were talking, and then he kissed me.
The kiss is so soft. His lips are so soft. I press myself into his body and can feel his hard dick. Just from the outline, it feels long and thick, and just like what I want and need. I feel so safe in Pax’s arms like nothing can hurt me.
But everything inside of my body is also on fire. The sensations from his kiss go down to my core, igniting me. I break our kiss and pull him by the bottom of his shirt. I pull him into a clearing before moving my hands from his shirt to the top of his pants. Quickly, I undo his button, slipping my hands into his pants, feeling his bulge over the cloth of his underwear.
“I want you inside of me,” I whisper to him.
His tongue peeks out of his mouth, wetting his lips. “Are you sure?”
I don’t answer him, dropping to my knees instead. I finish undoing his pants before pulling them down to his ankles. Next, I peel his underwear off, revealing a long, thick dick with a bulbous tip. There’s precum dripping out. I lick it off before bringing my lips around his shaft. He’s velvety smooth with a manly taste. I love it so much, my throat hums.
Pax growls, and his fingers tangle in my hair. He pulls at the strands as I suck on his cock.
All of a sudden, Pax pulls me up by my hair. His dick falls out of my mouth, and I stand back up on my feet. He wraps my hair around his hand, balling it up in a fist. He brings me in for a deep, passionate kiss. His other hand goes under my tank top, going to my breasts. He rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. He pinches, and I wince, my mouth opening slightly against his.
“Do you like that?” Pax continues to pinch my nipple, twisting it back and forth. My quiet grunts turn into squeals as the sensations become stronger and stronger. My pussy is so wet, I’m surprised it hasn’t dripped down my leg yet.
Pax’s hand goes down my stomach and slips into my shorts. His fingers go into my panties and hooks into my pussy, circling my clit with his finger.
“Pax,” I gasp.
He keeps going, pushing his fingers inside of me. My pussy clamps down on him, lubricating his fingers fully. He swirls my juices around my walls, my arousal dripping on to his hand and getting on my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He keeps going, pumping in and out of me even faster. I grab on to him for stability, all my limbs turning into jelly.
“I’m going to…” I start, but I can’t finish the sentence because an intense orgasm rips through me. I shake against Pax, digging my nails into him for dear life. My shudders start to subside, and I lean into him, wrapping my arms around him fully.
As my body calms down, I let out a shaky breath, coming back to Earth and Pax. I pick myself up and look at him.
“Oh my god.”
He’s taken his hands out of me already, and he licks the two fingers that were inside of me. “Sweet.”
My face heats up at the thought of him tasting my arousal. It’s not like Pax is the first guy I’ve ever done anything with, but something about him makes this all feel so new.
He grabs on to my biceps and pulls me down to the ground with him. His hand goes to my back, and he lowers me on to the ground.
“You’re beautiful,” he comments, moving my hair out of my face.
I’ve been told this by many people in my life. Usually, they want something from me, like Flint. But with Pax, he sounds so genuine. As if I walked away right now, he’d still truly feel that sentiment.
I bring my hands to my shorts and push them down my legs. I wrap my leg around his back, opening myself up for the taking.
“Fuck me, Pax.”
He positions his cockhead at my entrance, teasing me by rubbing it around my folds, spreading his precum with my pussy juices, turning the fires in my belly up to one hundred.
“Is that what you really want?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
As soon as the affirmation has left my lips, Pax pushes himself into me swiftly. His shaft is basically fully embedded in me, my walls pulsating around him. My nails dig into him, and my legs tighten around his body, pulling him even further into me.
“Was that too fast?”
“No, I want more. Do more,” I say, arching my back to feel his body against mine even more.
Pax starts to rock back and forth, moving in and out of me, the ridges on his cock scraping my walls, arousing me even further. I scream with every stroke.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles.
He nuzzles into my neck, nipping at my skin. I rub my cheek against his, working for all the skin on skin contact I can get. He doesn’t let up, working my body harder than it ever has been, wringing all the pleasure out of my bones.
I feel Pax grow inside of me, and I burst around him, my walls massaging his dick. He grunts as he spills into me with so much cum that it spills out on to my leg. I feel the slick substance coat my thighs as Pax shudders above me. We hold on to one another while regaining an even breath.
Our breaths intermingle when he looks me in my eyes. The yellow in his seems to have increased, and he looks even more feral than before. Like he wants to ingest me down to my very essence.
He rolls off of me, the loss of his body weight affecting me a lot more than I expected. It was comforting having him on top of me. Like a weighted blanket, creating a safe cocoon around me.
We both pull our pants on, readjusting our clothes. I roll on to my side, bringing my body against him. He wraps an arm around me, and I rest my head on his chest.
“That was amazing,” I tell him. I’m tracing the block pattern on his shirt. His hands gently play with my hair, the small gesture warming my heart.
“You’re pretty amazing.”
I smile, keeping my head down, so he doesn’t see. I’m worried about getting too happy in his arms because I know that it has to end. Once Flint finishes up with this deal he’s making, I’m out of here — getting as far from Renton as I can.
“That’s nice of you to say, but you barely know me. I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
“No, only you.” His comment catches me off guard, and I move my head to look up at him.
“You’re lying.”
Pax's lips tip up into a smile as he holds up his head to look at me. I don’t know why I’m pushing back so hard. Pax is only being nice to me. Maybe his genuine emotions are making me uncomfortable, but that’s not his fault.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I don’t know what to make of him. He says so many things that I love to hear, and he does so many things that I love to have done to me, but it’s only been like two or three hours of us knowing one another. There’s no way I should be feeling all these things. I’m Mini Taylor. I keep my heart guarded so no one can weasel their way inside and hurt me.
What makes Pax any different?
“I’ll take your word for it, I guess.” I put my head back down, his gaze too intense for me to look at. His eyes almost burn into me, like he wants to know my soul, know all my deepest, darkest secrets.
“Mini?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like
to stay here with me? I know it would be a change from the life you’re used to, but I’m sure you would love the orchard.”
Live here? With Pax? The thought hasn’t crossed my mind. Not quite like that anyway. I’ve thought about spending lots of time with him, which I guess by default would mean staying at the orchard. But I don’t know.
I roll on to my stomach and place my arms folded on his chest, so I can rest my chin there. “You want me to live here with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, there’s something I have to admit,” I say, twisting my mouth.
Pax’s face gets grave. “What is it?”
“It’s just that… Not to sound rude, but I just find your family a little creepy, and I’m not sure they like me. They’ve been giving me weird looks all day.” Pax looks at me for a second before bursting out in laughter. I pout, pretending to be upset with him. “What is it?” I whine.
“Nothing, nothing,” he continues to laugh, needing a little time to get over the super funny thing I just said. “I’m sorry for laughing at you. I can understand why you think we’re a little creepy. I can admit that we’re different.”
“I like that you're different,” I say. I brush my fingers along his chin, feeling a little stubble there. Kissing the tip of his chin, I smile, comforted, and happy that he wants to be with me. Maybe there’s an alternative solution that I can offer. “Pax?”
“Mmhm?”
I’m running my fingers around his neck, passing the time with gentle touches. Pax has his hands on my back, pushing up my tank top from the bottom to touch my skin. I sigh as his strong fingers stroke my lower back, right above my shorts.
“Would you consider leaving your home and coming with me? We could move to a big city. You could probably easily find a job, maybe find something else to occupy your time. I’m sure the skills you’ve gotten from growing up here would really come in handy.” I watch him as his face turns sad. I don’t understand. I thought he wanted us to be together. Does it matter if it’s here or somewhere else?
“I can’t leave. I’m sorry.”
“Why can’t you leave?” I’ve stopped stroking his neck because I’m confused. I don’t get what going on. I thought that this could maybe work.
“If I leave my family, I can never return.”
That doesn’t sound right. Why can’t he come back? That sounds rather extreme to fully exile someone just because they want to not live there. “Why couldn’t you come back?”
“I wouldn’t be allowed to visit. My family has this big secret, and, if I leave, I’ll lose their trust. If anyone chooses to leave the orchard, they have to know they are not allowed to return.”
What kind of secret could require such extreme rules? It explains why they keep to themselves.
Now, I’m just starting to feel uneasy. I hate that my mood has turned so suddenly, but I don’t know what to do with myself. I really like Pax, but I feel like he’s hiding a lot from me, and I don’t want to get caught up in another person’s life like that. I just took the initiative to put myself first. I can’t smash that all to pieces on day one, right?
I sit up, taking myself off of his body. I pull my tank top down to hide my midriff. Pax looks at me, confused.
“I think that maybe we should go back to the house.”
Pax sits up on his elbows. He looks sad that I want to leave, but I feel it’s for the best.
“Yeah, okay. We can go back if that is what you want.”
We both stand up. I wipe the dirt off of my clothes and wait for Pax. He nods, and we start to walk back. We’re about to leave the clearing when, suddenly, there’s all this howling and barking. I jump into Pax’s arms, scared by whatever is about to come towards us. He wraps his arms around me, protecting me from whatever is coming our way.
A pack of wolves comes into the clearing surrounding us. I hold on tightly to Pax, realizing that this is the end. I’m literally about to get torn apart by wolves in the middle of the night in a random orchard.
I bury myself in the hard body next to me, waiting for the inevitable. But nothing happens. They just all stare at us. And Pax doesn’t seem frightened at all. In fact, he looks like he’s been caught doing something bad.
Anson walks into the clearing next and the wolves part to make way for him.
What in the world…? So, I did see a wolf in the forest earlier. There really are wolves in Renton! That’s crazy. Does that mean the people of Stayman Orchards are the ones who introduced them to our ecosystem? Do they train them here? Is it all true? They’re all so obedient to him, looking up as he approaches us.
Anson’s face looks annoyed. He looks at Pax’s hold on me, disappointment peppering his face. Maybe it’s because I’m an outsider to him.
Realizing that we’re not about to be attacked, I let go of Pax, putting some space between us. I don’t want any more of an unfavorable opinion of me.
“Pax!” Anson barks.
Pax stands up straight. His whole body is rigid like he’s being given commands from an army superior. This place is so strange, wolves and hierarchy and the like. It’s so much weirder than I could have possibly imagined.
“Pax! Shift! We need to get this rival pack off of our land!”
I furrow my brow because I’m confused. What does he mean by shift? Shift what? How? And what does he mean by the rival pack? More wolves? The homeless people camped outside? I get needing them to leave, but why does he need wolves? Are they going to kill them? Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
I turn to Pax, hoping that he’ll explain to me what’s going on. I need an explanation. I need more details. But, when I look at him, he just looks sad. Then, all of a sudden, his body starts changing. His face starts changing. All the pieces are shifting from his handsome face into…something horrifying.
I don’t understand. It looks like he’s turning into, into… He’s turning into a wolf!
The blood rushes to my ears, and my heart pounds. This can’t be happening. It’s not possible. I start to back away from him, horrified at what I’m seeing. I can’t take it any longer. I scream when Pax is fully a wolf. I run away, knowing I can’t be here anymore. If I stay, I’m worried I’m not going to make it out. I need to get the fuck away from here!
Chapter Nine
Pax
Mini and I were making such progress. It got awkward at the end with all my vague answers, but then Anson came and commanded that I shift into wolf form. I can’t resist the orders of my alpha, so, right in front of Mini, I started to shift into my wolf form. I could see the fear in her eyes when she saw me change. She couldn’t take it and ran off screaming. Of course, she did. Seeing someone shift for the first time can be alarming.
I want to follow her, but Anson won’t let me. Protecting the pack is more important. It’s always more important. And maybe he’s right. If Mini can’t handle seeing me like this, maybe she isn’t the one for me. There are so many things keeping us apart. We’re really so different from one another.
I just don’t know.
I put it out of my mind as my wolf side takes over. Running with my pack always brings out the more feral side within me. I don’t have to think about the problems in my life or what’s going wrong. It’s part of the reason why I have stayed. I have loyalty to my family, and nothing rivals running together like this. The wind rushing through my fur, feeling that deep connection to nature and Mother Earth. Our howls cut into the night sky, igniting it with our intentions.
I used to find these moments to be the best ones. I thought nothing, and no one could possibly compare. Or that’s what I thought until Mini. I shake visions of her from my head and focus on the task at hand. We are going into battle, and I need to stay prepared. I can’t let my guard down in case anything happens.
We reach where the rival pack is, and, immediately, we’re all fighting. No attempts at negotiation or peace. They’ve already made their stance clear by intruding on our land in such a bold way. Now is the tim
e for a statement to be made. Bodies are in the air as wolf attacks wolf. This is my first true fight like this. As pups, we would practice one on one in case the day came, and I do my best to keep up, drawing on those skills. The smell of sweat and blood fills the air as howls and screams take over.
It’s hard to tell where this fight is going to end up, but we’re able to start pushing them away from the outskirts of our land. The battle continues to back up until their alpha calls for a full retreat. As their wolves run off, the alpha looks back at Anson.
“The Stayman pack has had their secret for too long, but don’t forget that the Mathis pack knows about your stronghold, and we will do what we must to drive you off of your land. Remember our names.” He howls before joining the rest of his men in their retreat.
It is a victory, but one that isn’t fully sweet. Somehow, someway, the Mathis pack have figured out why we protect our land so fiercely. Something isn’t right.
Anson gives the order for the pack to run to the compound, but he has Tamir and I stay back. We transform into our human forms, done with battle. It is clear Anson is worried, which he should be. Anyone knowing our pack secret, that’s not good.
“They knew too much,” Tamir comments.
“I know,” Anson responds.
“Perhaps one of our old members –”
“That isn’t possible! No one would betray us like that, even if they decided to become a lone wolf. Plus, I didn’t smell any old members on them. I’m sure we would have been able to catch the scent.”
“We hadn’t caught their scent for weeks. Our protection has weakened. Ershin and some of the elders have been trying to tell us for a while now.”
“Tamir. I know you want to be helpful but going over information like that does nothing. I realize my error now. What we need to do is find a way to fix all of this.”
My brother stops talking, realizing that he’s angered our alpha. I know he was trying to be helpful, but he has just gone through how we messed up in the past. Anson is right about needing to look to the future.