Charlotte Boyett-Compo- Wyndsheer (23 page)

“You do know I love you, don’t you?” he asked.

“Well, I suspected as much,” she said as she removed her flats and bent over the edge of the bed to put them on the floor. She laid back and lifted her arms toward him. “Come here, Wolfman and let me show you how much I love you in return.”

His smile was beatific as he lifted one leg, yanked off a sneaker, dropped it then lifted the other foot. Tugging off his socks, his hands went to the waistband of his jeans, but then he paused and tilted his head to one side.

“How many girls were going to set their caps for me?” he asked.

His mate growled at him, arched her fingers into claws and snapped her teeth. That made him howl with laughter and he quickly unbuttoned the fly and dragged the zipper down. “That many, huh?” he teased.

She knew she would never get tired of looking at this handsome, virile man. With his broad chest and wide shoulders, bulging biceps and hard pecs, washboard abs and lean flanks, he was like a young, bronzed god as he stood there shoving his pants down his long legs. She put her hands under her head and let her gaze wander all over his taut, prime body from the thick dark hair tousled so becomingly to the full lips and very white teeth, the shading of beard growth along his chiseled jaw that made her ache to rub her fingertips over the stubble, to the indention of his navel to the ....

“Holy shite, Wolfman!” she said as his cock sprang free. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Did that thing grow overnight?”

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside. “Full moon coming up, wench,” he reminded her.

There was just the right amount of hair on his body, she thought as he padded out of the room and she heard him open the linen closet in the bath. He was a fastidious man and always had a hand towel ready for after they made love though she loved the feel of his cum running between her thighs.

“Yuck. Sticky and cold on the sheet!” was his pronouncement. “No, no, no, no, no!”

But at that moment she noticed the hair between his pecs was thicker and extended farther down his chest. Likewise his arms and legs and the tigerline that ran down the center of his body from paps to groin looked darker and fuller.

“The moon,” he explained as he came back into the room.

“Please don’t tell me it’s growing on your back,” she said, her mouth puckered with distaste.

“Not yet,” he said.

Tomorrow night he would leave her to go into the seclusion of his cave somewhere up in the mountain and she would be without his warm body and strong arms for a couple of days. Where once she had looked forward to the beauty of a full moon, now she dreaded it, for it meant she would be alone.

He bumped her with his hip as he lay down on the bed. “Move, woman. My cock needs room to breathe here.”

She scrunched over then pushed herself up with her elbows to look at the marvel of meat that jutted like a battering ram from between his thigh. At his look of pride, she leaned over him and took him into her mouth, loving the sound of his gasp as he settled down with his hand in her hair.

“You’re such a bad, bad little girl,” he pronounced as he smoothed her hair.

“Umm,” she agreed as she drew upon his thick staff. She put one hand at the base of his cock and the other beneath his heavy sack to massage him.

Jamie reached up to wrap his free hand around the polished scroll of the brass headboard and closed his eyes, giving himself up to the tender sweep of her practiced tongue. Never had he ever imagined that one day he would have a woman to love and for whom to care, with whom to spend his life. It had never seemed possible that he would ever find a woman who would love him--much less as deeply, thoroughly and possessively as did his Mairi. She gave him everything, held nothing back, and showed him in every way possible that she held him as dear to her as each breath she took. He was as content as a man could be and he was humbled by her feelings for him.

She released him. “You’re up there thinking, again. I can feel you doing it,” she said. “Stop that thinking, Wolfman.”

He smiled, but didn’t respond to her order. He simply arched his hips up in invitation for her to return to her worship of his cock.

Mairi took him as deeply into her throat as she could but there was still a lot of him left untouched. She marveled at how his glorious shaft had grown since the evening before when he had rode her hard and well--so well she was pleasantly sore today. She eased back to flick her tongue across the broad head and dip its tip into the slit that was slick with a bead of his essence. She loved the way he tasted--salt and spice that was all man and as heady as the finest wine. She cupped his balls and lightly squeezed, slipped her middle finger upward until it grazed the puckered rim of his anus.

“Oh, baby, don’t be going there just yet,” he whispered.

She tweaked him with her fingernail and grinned when he writhed beneath her. “You like that, huh?” she and pressed into him just a little.

“Ahh ....” he groaned, tensing, his heels pressing into the mattress.

There had been a time he thought as she teased him along that very sensitive, private spot that he would have bellowed with rage had anyone dared to touch him where she was at that moment. Pain and degradation and humiliation had been handed to him in brutal agony long ago. He had hated what had been done to him but his woman’s gentle touch was healing the old wounds that had all but crippled him. He tried to relax beneath her touch but it was still a battle to do so.

Mairi circled his anus with the tip of her finger then withdrew, once more kneading his balls in her palm as she worked her other hand in a slow semi-circle around the base of his stiff cock. Her lips slid up and down his shaft then she began to move the hand that held him tight in counter rhythm, stretching the silky flesh of his shaft and releasing it. Stretching and releasing. Stretching and releasing.

“Baby, don’t!” he begged and jerked, much too close to coming and he wanted desperately to be inside her when he did. He clamped his hands to her shoulders and pushed gently, easing her away from him and to her back beside him. He pushed her skirt up and tugged her panties down in one smooth movement and tossed them carelessly across the room.

“Litterbug,” she accused.

He wiggled down in the bed to position himself between her spread thighs and had his mouth fastened to her sex, drawing upon her clit in little nips before she could take another breath. He swept his tongue up and down each warm, moist fold--tasting her as she had tasted him, loving every lap of his tongue across her honeyed flesh, licked at her core and pressed the tip of his tongue inside her heat.

As he did with her, Mairi buried her hand in his lush curls and held his head as he suckled her. She adored the way he made love to her. His hands were on the creases of her thighs, his thumb holding her apart. He had a lightening quick tongue that could be hard as steel one moment then soft as silk the next as he moved it over and around and in her. When he fastened his mouth to her and nibbled her clit, she lifted her hips against the invasion, feeling the spiral of release pushing to break free.

“Now, Jamie,” she said, breathlessly. “Now!”

He slid up her--his hard, taut, firmly muscled body pressing her softer one into the mattress. The weight of him upon her was a deliciousness that drew her legs up to encircle his lean flanks, her arms up to wrap around his neck.

Reaching down to guide his cock into her velvety warmth, he ran it up and down her slit--moistening her, teasing her--then pushed in just a fraction, his hips paused above hers.

“Jamie!” she warned, her eyes flashing as she locked gazes with him.

“Mairi,” he countered and pushed in a tad more. When she would have arched up to impale herself upon him, he drew back, preventing it.

“Ah, come on!” she protested.

“You want it?” he asked and lowered his head to plant fleeting little kisses along her jawbone and down her neck.

“Yes!” she answered.

He swirled his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. “You sure?”

“Fucking A, I’m sure!” she hissed.

His lips left a warm trail from suprasternal notch to earlobe. “You
really
sure?” He eased into the very rim of her sex.

“Goddamn it, yes!” she shrieked, clawing at his shoulders.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so, baby?” he asked with a sigh then shoved his long, thick, devilishly hard cock as far into her sweet heat as it would go, stretching her and filling her.

Mairi screamed with the sheer pleasure of having him seated so deeply and full within her. Her orgasm shot over her in wave after wave of delight and her fingernails dug into his flesh as she came and came and came upon his hard shaft.

Jamie pulled back then thrust into her again--hard and deep--and held himself there as the tiny little squeezes went on and on then with one final pulse, ceased. He heard her release a long, shuddering sigh.

“You ready for me, now?” he asked against her ear.

“Always,” she whispered.

He eased out of her then pushed until he was once more deep inside her moistness. He held still then began to stroke like a man possessed, driving her toward the headboard of the bed with each assertive thrust. She clung to him, tightened her legs around him and held on as he drove hard into her. When he came, he did so with a roar that brought his head back--the chords in his neck standing out as he strained to release the juices that flowed from him in thick spurts. With one last thrust forward, a muted grunt, he collapsed atop her, cradled in her arms, his head pillowed upon her breast.

She could feel his heart pounding against her own and smoothed a hand down his sweaty back. The feel of his flesh beneath her palm made her sigh with pleasure. His warm breath was flowing into the V of her blouse and she wished she’d removed her clothing so she could feel his skin pressed to hers, that breath tickling her nipples.

“I can undress you if you want me to,” he mumbled in a sleepy voice.

“You can get up and let’s go have lunch, too,” she told him as she stroked back a fallen lock of hair from his eyes.

“Nag, nag, nag,” he grumbled and rolled off her.

“I’m hungry, Wolfman,” she complained.

“Aye, well, I thought I stuffed you quite well,” he responded then bounded from the bed, scooping up his jeans to thrust his long legs into them. He shot her an impatient look. “You gonna get up or what?”

Mairi rolled her eyes. The man could be a royal pain sometimes but he was worth it. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Are you going to contact the others?” she asked.

He nodded as he sat down beside her to drag on his socks. “But they might not come,” he warned. “Lycants are a wary bunch.”

“They’ll come,” she said with confidence and leaned toward him to kiss his cheek. “You’ll see.”

He watched her as she left the room, mesmerized by the movement of her shapely ass beneath the confines of the long skirt. He liked her in such attire instead of jeans or shorts and was happy she liked to dress to please him. He was pulling on his sneakers when she came back with a wet washcloth.

Wedging between his legs, she ran the washcloth over his face and down his neck, across his shoulders, under and down his arms and chest. When she was finished, she told him to put on a fresh shirt.

“Don’t want them there horny women seeing me nekkid chest, huh?” he asked as he went over to the closet.

“No sense in teasing them with what they won’t ever have,” she replied, stuffing her feet into her shoes.

“Guess not,” he agreed as he took out a shirt then slung it around his shoulders, buttoning it into place.

Together--hand in hand--they went down the stairs and out into the bright wash of the young spring day. A cool breeze wafted over and around them and the sweetness of the perfume from the mountain flowers permeated the air.

From its perch on top of a concealing boulder, the Guardian watched its human friends strolling along, laughing and talking, looking upon one another with love. Its great heart swelled at the sight and it lowered a shaggy chin into the cup of a massive paw and sighed with contentment.

It was a damned fine day and soon enough it would have more friends on its mountain with whom to converse.

New Lycants would be coming for it to protect.

The End