Authors: Anh Leod
FireWolf (9 page)
“Oh right.” Laughing, she let go of him so he could dig
through his clothes and find the condom.
He handed it to her. She noticed his hands were shaking so
she ripped the packet open and sheathed him. Then she let her fingers roam his
damp, scorching skin.
“You really are on fire for me.” She couldn’t wait to feel
his cock deep inside her pussy, loving her as only he could.
“I’m your fire wolf,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
He lifted her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and
her legs around his waist. His toes found the blanket and he kicked it into his
hand then spread it against a wide, ancient tree before pressing her against
it.
Touched by how he protected her, she rewarded him with a
kiss then angled her body so her pussy rested conveniently near his cock. He
probed her.
“No teasing. Take me!” she begged.
He entered her channel in one mind-bending thrust that had
the sky dimming to black before her dazzled eyes.
She closed her lids and felt. Felt sweat-slicked shoulders,
plumped with strong muscle, the tiny hairs at the back of his neck. Moving her
hands down, she found thick arms, bulging biceps, ridged forearms, his back,
every part of him warm and carved, physically perfect in all ways imaginable.
His cock, so long and thick, yet perfectly formed for her
body, forced stars to explode behind her eyelids with every pulsating thrust.
Her hips began to move, speeding up the total break with reality that she
sensed was coming. An orgasm so intense she knew she’d risk losing
consciousness. But she didn’t want to miss a second of it, even when she was so
desperate to lose herself, to feel that completion.
“Come with me,” she begged. “Together, fast.”
She heard his harsh breathing.
“Want it to last.”
“No, fast, hard, now. Give it to me.” Her fingernails dug
into his skin. Her hips pumped frantically.
He slammed her against the tree, moving her up and down the
blanket as his knees flexed. His cock plumbed new depths inside her body until
her cream flowed around it. Even the insides of her thighs were sweating from
the summer heat.
She screamed. “Now! Oh yes!” The world came apart and she
broke around him. Her hands tightened convulsively then her entire body
relaxed, losing the tension of the last twenty-four hours.
He pressed her against the tree and thrust repeatedly.
Eventually he groaned deep in his throat and spurted his cum inside her.
Panting, she found his neck with her fingers, felt the
tendons strain as he gave himself utterly to her. He sagged, holding her
against the tree with his body. They rested together, clutching each other’s
sweat-soaked bodies under the shade of the tree.
“Wow, I thought I was going to pass out there,” she said,
feeling weak.
“We have to start having sex lying down,” he rasped.
“Let’s figure out how to make this blanket work
horizontally,” she suggested. “And share my other bottle of water.”
“Done.”
He lowered her to the ground.
After a momentary stagger, she found her balance. He reached
for the bottle of water while she spread out the blanket on a patch of dirt
near the three-foot-wide spread of grass.
“Toes on the grass, head on the blanket,” she suggested.
He dropped his warm T-shirt at the top. “Gives us a bit more
room. Let’s take a nap.”
She cuffed him on the shoulder. “You’re such a guy.”
He went to his knees on the blanket and pulled her close,
nestling her head against his neck. “Please go through the ceremony with me. I
love you too much to let you die.”
“Love?” she retorted gently. “You mean post-coital bliss?”
“No. Loving, in love, whatever. I care enough to bind myself
to you.”
“But do you really love me?” she persisted.
He kissed the top of her head. “As I live and breathe,
Olivia Bilson, I do. It took me ten years to figure it out, but I do.”
She nodded. Earlier, she’d decided to trust him. He’d never
lied and she was sure he never would. He really did love her. A tiny pain that
had resided in her chest for years finally vanished. She’d finally found her
true love. “Let’s do it. No dying here. I have too much to live for.”
“Is that just post-coital agreement?”
“Anyone who can give me an orgasm like that deserves a
mystical binding ceremony.”
She knew she sounded flippant, because he turned on his side
and stuck his hand under his chin.
“Seriously. This is serious.”
“I’m not letting you go,” she said. “No more disappearing
for a week. I can’t go that long without sex with you. Sorry. If it takes a
ceremony to get that cock up close and personal on a regular basis, I’m up for
it. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
“We really are perfect for each other,” he said. “Not just
sexually. Being true mates is a real confidence builder. It means we have a
great future ahead of us.”
She stared into his eyes, felt the sincerity she saw there.
“Somehow I believe you. You aren’t my ex. You’ve never steered me wrong.”
“Okay then. It’s a good thing we’re already naked, because
the mating tattoo goes on your ass.”
“Yours too, I hope?”
“Of course. Stand up and bend over.”
She did as he asked then listened to him begin some kind of
chant. He paused after a few seconds.
“This will sting a little, like having your ear pierced.”
Glad for years of yoga, she rested her palms on the grass.
“Do your worst.”
Again, he began a low chant in a language she didn’t understand.
Glancing to her side she saw Smokie had shifted his arm. It had become a furry
wolf’s leg ending in a paw with long, sharp claws. She watched his paw move
then it was on her ass. She tensed.
Claws pricked her skin, hurting her barely at all, then he
shifted back.
She glanced at her butt cheek and saw five tiny points of
blood in the shape of a half circle.
“Now put your right fingers to each spot,” he instructed.
She obeyed.
“Put your fingers on my ass in the same place.” He continued
the chant as she touched each of her blood-tipped fingers to the same spot high
on his right butt cheek.
Her fingers tingled. The blood became one with his skin,
until all that remained were five raised spots. At the same time, the half
circle of pricks on her butt tingled too. Instead of bloody spots she now saw a
matching paw mark where he’d clawed her.
“Now what?”
“Whatever we want, Olivia. Your life, your choice.”
She grinned. “I do love having you around. Love, in love,
whatever.”
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t you move in with me? We’ll take it from there.”
“I like that idea.”
She took his hand in hers. “Anything else I should know
about?”
“We’re not just stronger and faster, we live longer.”
“My family is pretty long-lived too. Must be the
shapeshifter blood. Think I could become one?”
“I think we could make that happen.” He squeezed her hand.
“Let me think about it.”
“Take all the time you need. Either way, I’m not going
anywhere.”He tucked her body along his and turned his face to the sky.
“What?”
“I smell smoke, but for once I have something better to do
than fight it.” His face relaxed. “There.”
“What?”
“I hear the sirens. They’re on their way.”
“That’s good.” She snuggled closer.
“You know, we shifters each have a special talent.”
“I wonder what mine would be, if I decided to become one.”
“I look forward to finding out.”
She pushed him backward and straddled him. “For now, let’s
work on this special talent.”
“Which one is that?”
“The one that takes me out of my mind with sexual ecstasy.”
His dirty grin returned. “My favorite special talent of all
time.”
About the Author
Anh Leod is a goddess in disguise who hopes readers will
enjoy her romantic, erotic stories as much as she enjoys creating them. Her
favorite things are love and chocolate. She writes about love because, after
all, it’s awfully hard to write about chocolate all the time.
She also writes Blush books as Heather Hiestand.
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