Dark Tales 1 (7 page)

The leggings were folded carefully and set aside with the shirt, and she stood with her damp hair and naked skin.

He made a low grumble and stroked the pink tips of her breasts. He was gentle and careful, like she was a kitten.

The skin of his fingers was a dark brown with a grey undertone, like the footpad of an animal. He was incredibly careful as he slowly flicked her nipples until they ached.

She shivered and he huffed again. His huge head approached her breast, and instead of opening his jaws to taste her, he reached out with a wide, flat tongue and scraped it along her skin.

“Ohmygod.”
The rasp was hot, wet and woke all of her nerves under her skin. She had always been indifferent to guys playing with her breasts during sex, but they didn’t have a tongue as large as her palm. The force of his licking lifted one mound, and it bounced down when he reached the apex. He continued the licking over and over until she was weak in the knees and could smell her own heat.

Her clit throbbed, and the evidence of liquid invitation made her clench her thighs together.

He continued to lap at her until her breasts were red and tingled wildly.

She was surprised to find her hands wrapped around his head, keeping him where she wanted him. Embarrassed, she pulled her hands away, and he shifted his grip as well.

He slid one long finger between her thighs, rubbing in the slick honey she was producing. He grazed her clit, and she collapsed against him while her body throbbed and tried to grab at the cock inside her that wasn’t there. She felt hollow, empty, and she wanted more.

He held her, and when she was upright again, he lifted his gleaming finger, and he licked it slowly. A deep growl left his throat, and he bent nearly to the ground, pulling her legs apart and snaking his tongue between her thighs.

She shuddered and gripped his head for balance as she closed her eyes, and the heat of his tongue rasped against her with slow, patient strokes.

When her knees gave way again, he caught her and gently laid her down on the furs. He didn’t stop licking her; he worked his tongue against her until she was swollen, wet and desperately wanted something inside her.

Her hips rose and fell against his mouth, trying to get his tongue to do more than lap at her cream. She sighed in relief when he burrowed his tongue against her, pushing inside until she felt full and her entry was clenching around him. A low moan broke from her throat as a second wave of pleasure swept through her, letting her body follow its instincts without her thinking. She could think later. Right then, she wanted to feel.

He pulled his tongue out of her and licked his lips. His flattened nostrils flared as he slid a finger into her.

The rough pad of his finger caressed her, searching inside her as it delved deep. A low grunt sounded when he had gone as far as he could. She could feel her aftershocks fluttering around him.

He pulled out and had another finger join the first, stretching her. The process was slow, and she was sheened with sweat when the third finger joined the first two. He never went all the way to the base again, merely worked to gain her full opening for him.

Her flesh ached as he stretched her with the same delicate care that he had shown when he first touched her.

When her body gave him some sort of signal, he pulled his fingers free of her, sucked them clean, and then, he rose on his knees.

He flipped her and lifted her up so that her buttocks were presented to him, her slit wet and throbbing. She could feel his silky hair against her thighs as he moved over her, and she breathed in and out, keeping calm as he fit himself to her.

She braced herself on her forearms as he pressed into her, his cock as hot as his tongue, but infinitely stronger. She could feel her flesh giving way to his as he took up occupancy within her. She shuddered and pushed back onto him. It made his entry easier, and he stopped just before the aching stretch turned to pain.

Lea dug her hands into the furs and held on as he withdrew to slide into her again. There was a strange ring of impact around his cock when he thrust in, and a quick glance back showed her that he was gripping his erection with two fingers in an effort to keep from driving too deep.

Her appreciation was lost in a gasp as he surged into her, and he took up a frenzied beat that she had to brace against. Her sensitized breasts rubbed against the fur beneath her and her thighs were pressed by the fur on the back of his hands where he was holding himself. Flames were lit on either end of her body, and they worked toward the centre.

A few minutes of frenzied pounding and he let out a roar that echoed off the stone walls and rang in her ears. She could actually
feel
the jets of cum inside her.

His arms slammed down on either side of her as he caught his breath. He surrounded her, and he was still thick inside her. He wrapped one arm around her and held her belly as he took them both to their sides. He gave a slow shift of his hips that moved his receding length inside her, and she shivered, still close to release.

He licked at her neck and bit carefully while he stroked her clit. She shivered as his jaws deliberately broke skin, but the pain was enough to trigger her orgasm, and she fought to keep herself still.

When her channel randomly clasped his cock, he released her shoulder and licked at the wounds. She felt a deep lethargy run through her, and she dozed.

Warm water surrounded her as he bathed her in the pool he said was toxic.

He grunted when she flailed for freedom and slowly got out of the water after she did. He shook himself like a large dog, and the comparison made her smile while she took a look at her body.

There should have been more of an obvious mark than the slight reddening of skin. Lea mentally snorted as she thought about it. What was she going to have—a
Bigfoot was here
tattoo?

With his fur lightly damp, he held his hand to her. She reached up, and he helped her to her feet before lifting her and cuddling her against his chest.

Another chunk of meat was on the fire, and she was wondering how long she had been out.

He settled her back in the nest of furs. It had been rearranged. There was no sign of the sweat and cum that should have stained the fur. How long had she been asleep?

She pointed up. “Is the storm still there?”

He nodded. “One day left.”

She nodded and stretched, trying to get the kinks out of her thighs. She stopped when she noticed he was watching her. “Sorry.”

He reached out and stroked the curve of her hip. “Name?”

She blushed. “Lea.”

He grunted and huffed before turning the meat. When dinner was attended to, he returned to her and joined her in the nest, curling around her and nuzzling her hair.

She heard him say softly, “Lea.”

She rested with him until he brought his tongue into play again, licking his way down her spine before he flipped her to her back and burrowed between her thighs again.

Lea groaned and arched as he slid his tongue straight into her, priming her for him. When she was on the edge of release, he shifted his position and pressed his cock against her, moving to cover her nearly completely.

He wrapped his cock with one hand and pressed the sharp-tipped member into her, shoving deeply with one thrust.

Her lungs let out a whoosh of air as he went deep on the first thrust, but she soon was moving with him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he leaned down to brush her body with his fur.

Her nipples loved the friction, and she leaned into him, craving more as he fucked her to the edge of sanity before finally taking her over with him.

He shoved deep, and she yowled in pain when he hit her cervix, but he quickly moved to circle her clit rapidly until her orgasm kicked in, bringing the endorphins with it.

He backed up and bucked his hips in a flurry of short jabs that culminated in a low and drawn-out grunt.

The jetting inside her was unmistakable once again.

She watched the dazed look leave his face, and he smiled at her, the fangs clearly exposed. He leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek to hers. “Lea.”

Lea was only too happy to escape into sleep once again.

Waking in the woods to hear her name being called, Lea looked down and found her body clad in all the layers she remembered from before the snowfall.

“I’m here!” She cleared her throat and shouted again, getting to her feet and brushing snow free of her body.

The first face she saw was the guide, Brady. He came forward with a smile of relief.

Lea looked around and saw some large footprints near her current location, and she smiled. “Thank goodness. How long have I been out here?”

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. She was shocked at the intimacy, but patted him on his back. “You have been missing for four days. Your phone was alive, but we couldn’t get a lock on the signal. There are so many odd nooks and crannies around here.”

She nodded. “That must have been it. I don’t remember much.”

He leaned back. “Really? I would have thought you would have tales of survival to tell.”

Lea cleared her throat. “I am not home yet.”

He was suddenly all assistance as he helped get her to the nearest search hub. They got the message out that she had been found, and then, she was being brought by snowmobile to an ambulance and from there, a hospital.

Doctor Bethnel came up to her on her second day in hospital. “We have your bloodwork back. We don’t know who administered it, but you have some kind of hallucinogen in your system. There are also a few traces of something with a chemical signature similar to rohypnol. You are lucky to be alive.”

She was getting dressed and preparing to go home. “Well, it would explain why I don’t remember anything and some of the dreams I have been having. Weird shit. Am I free to go?”

He scowled but nodded. “Here. Take this card for a victims’ services officer. You were subjected to bruising sexual activity, but we couldn’t get any DNA from the source. Whoever he was, he was sterile. We will let you know if any of the disease tests come back positive.”

She finished pulling her shirt on. “Right. I will assume everything is fine if I don’t hear back in thirty days.”

He frowned. “I don’t understand how you were able to survive four days alone, and if you weren’t alone, who drugged you. I hate a mystery.”

She zipped up her bag. “So do I, but I hate being away from home even more. Once I am in my own territory, I will be able to relax and maybe more memories will come to me. For now, I just want to be home.”

She got a cab and headed home. Her car was being towed back to her place. The battery was frozen. It wouldn’t start.

Lea was delighted to be home. She went through her fridge and tossed out the expired milk. The rest was salvageable.

She plugged her phone in and walked past the landline with its blinking lights. After coffee and a sandwich, she started playing the messages.

Her mother was worried, her boss fired her for not turning up on Monday, her boss rehired her, and Brady wanted to know how she was.

She had to admire his tenacity.

With a sense of obligation, she called him and invited him over for coffee. She took a hot shower and tried not to think of huge hands moving on her skin. Lea shivered and got dressed in a long-sleeved tunic, leggings and a wrap.

Her hair was braided over one shoulder when the doorbell rang, and she went to the door to answer it.

Brady smiled slowly. “You are looking well.”

She chuckled. “I feel well. Come in. I haven’t thanked you yet for finding me.”

He had an armload of objects, and he thrust them at her. “These are for you. And it was my job to find you. I lost you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was. I should never have taken Dan’s word for it that you were still behind him. He didn’t even look.” He removed his snowy boots and hung up his coat.

“I went off the trail. Lost control on a corner and skidded to a halt a mile later.”

He blinked in surprise. “You remember?”

“All of it, more or less.” She shrugged and looked at the objects in her arms. “What is this?”

“Just some small tokens of apology and appreciation. I would also like to take you out to dinner if you haven’t eaten already.”

She sat and opened the paper holding the bouquet. They weren’t roses. Wild snow flowers were in her arms, and they had the sweetest scent. “Where did you find these?”

He shrugged and looked abashed. “I know a spot.”

She got the flowers into water, looking at the delicate white blooms and wishing they could stay that way forever. She inhaled deeply, and there was a familiar scent. The water in the hot spring had given everything a distinct odour. These flowers held that undertone.

She was a little bemused when she turned and opened the next parcel. Her fingers went numb when she saw the thick wolf fur.

She looked at him, and he was frowning.

He stroked it. “I had to guess, but this was the one you rubbed your cheek in most often, so I cleaned it up and brought it to you.”

Her hands were shaking.

He pressed the final gift into her hands. She opened it numbly, staring at him. Roasted venison was lying in the box.

“See? Now, we don’t have to go out for dinner.” He smiled slowly.

“You...”

“Yes?”

She cleared her throat. “I thought your hair was darker.”

He grinned. “It is. The human shape is the way we hide in the modern world, but the Sasquatch was the best way to track you. When I found you so near to one of my lairs, it seemed the best place to keep you safe while we waited out the storm.”

“The frozen men?”

“Poachers a few decades old. I will eventually put them somewhere to be found. They die in the winter, and I hate for the rot to get them. It makes a mess of my territory.”

She shivered, and he moved next to her, putting the joint of meat on the counter. “Why did you... as a beast when we...”

“Ah, the Sasquatch is my natural form. I learned this one later, as did the doctor who spoke with you at the hospital. It is really difficult to hold this form while mating. I wanted to see if I didn’t have to, and I was delighted that you are so responsive.”