The Last Wolf: A Highplains Shifter Erotic Romance (Wolf Fire Book 1) (4 page)

Eventually we reached our destination and I was slightly disappointed to see a heap of tools and fence posts waiting for us. I had half imagined that instead there would be an opulent cashmere blanket spread in the shade of a tree, maybe with a bottle of champagne chilling nearby. I realised that for the whole ride I had been hoping that Hakan had bought me out here so he could have his way with me, so he could continue my education in the grown up subjects of lust and desire.

We worked hard under the hot sun, Hakan stripped down to his waist and hammered the poles in with a huge double handed sledgehammer. My job was to crouch down, hold the poles and hope that my ogling of his body was not too obvious. At first I was terrified that he would slip and send the weight of his huge hammer through my head. But it soon became apparent that my fears were unfounded - Hakan was as sure and true with the tool as if he had been born with it in his hands. I relaxed and allowed myself to drink in the sight of the big muscular man working under the hot sun, his muscles rippling, sweat dripping onto the ground.

We worked for hours, eventually Hakan stopped and looked at me. He gave a broad wolfish grin and said: “I think you’ve been in the sun too long.”

“Oh no!” I said, I couldn’t believe it. “Am I bright red? Do I look ridiculous?”

“No,” he said. “You look lovely, you just have a tiny pink tinge in your skin. It suits you, you look more like a country girl.” I bit my tongue, not wanting to say that if you had asked me a few days ago I would have said that one of the things I’d least like to resemble in all the world was a country girl.

“Well if I’m red now than I’m going to look like a beetroot by the time we get back to the camp. Oh this is just what I need.” I said, realising as I talked that I was probably sounding like a spoilt little city girl.

“Relax,” he laughed. “I know a remedy.” He walked over to a stand of scrubby cactus and pulled a few leaves. To my horror he then spat on them and started pounding them together with a rock, bashing away until they had formed a rough paste. “This is an ancient remedy from round these parts to protect skin from the sun.” He said walking towards me with the mushy green gunk all over his hands. Now I’m all in favour of natural remedies, but I had the feeling that this was taking things a bit too far.

“Or,” he said, pausing in front of me with his hand held out, “I think I’ve got some sun block on the bike.”

“Sun block please.” I said.

After rummaging around in the saddlebags of his bike he advanced on me while squirting a small amount of lotion onto his palm. I knew I should have told him that I was more than capable of putting on a little sunblock by myself, but for some reason I kept quiet. He reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, the liquid felt cold and soothing on my skin, I tilted my head back.

“And you’re neck, it’s very sensitive to the sun, there is a reason they call us rednecks you know.” He slipped his lotioned hands down onto the sensitive skin of my neck as he spoke. With his hands on my throat I could sense his power, if it came to it he would be able to crush me in an instant. Maybe I’m more of a freak than I thought, but there was something strangely exciting about knowing I was in the hands of a man who could casually squash me if he so desired, I felt myself starting to come alive below the waist.

The old Hope would have stopped him while his hands were still on her neck, but the new me that was starting to come alive let him carry on sliding his hands further down, towards the top of my white cotton blouse. I let out a faint gasp as he nimbly undid the top button. He leant in close and whispered in my ear. “Let yourself go Hope.”

I felt my breaths growing heavier as he worked his way down the buttons, my breasts straining against the material, as if they themselves longed to be set free. You know what I wished more than anything in that moment? I wished I was wearing a nicer bra. Hakan did not seem to care about the chicness of my lingerie, he slid his hand down from my collar bone to the boring beige cup and began to gently push it down over the curve of my breast, exposing one of my plump pink nipples to the air. It was a warm day but I felt my nipples stiffening in the fragrant air of the Prairie. This wasn’t like me, this was the kind of thing Cassie found herself doing, what was I playing at?

“Go with it Hope, give in to it, listen to your body.”

He gently pushed down the other cup and took the weight of my breasts in the palm of his hands, circling my sensitive nipples with the pads of his big thumbs. I was listening to my body for the first time in my life and it was saying,
I like this, let’s have some more
. I found myself pushing against Hakan, I felt the bulge in his jeans straining against me, a prisoner desperate to get free, pushing into me from its denim jail.

“Turn around.” He said.

I did as I was told and found myself wrapped from behind in his powerful arms. He was kissing the back of my neck, heating my whole body with his ardour. “Set the creature free Hope, give in to yourself.” I let out a groan as he slipped his hands into the top of my skirt and ran them down over the waistband of my panties. I wanted to slap him away, embarrassed at how wet I had gotten, but when his fingers encountered the damp patch between my legs he let out a guttural growl of raw pleasure.

One of his hands caressed me through the thin cotton, while the other slipped into my waistband and slid its way down through my soft well-trimmed hair to my most sensitive nub. I knew how things worked down there, when we had been teenagers Cassie had frequently talked about masturbation and getting herself off, I’d even tried to do it myself, but I could never seem to get it to lead anywhere, and I’d gradually stopped trying, certainly I’d never experienced anything like the pure shock of pleasure I felt when his finger gently slid over my clit. I realised in embarrassment that I’d cried out loud.

Hakan’s fingers moved down and wetted themselves in my most intimate pool, before he returned to circle my nub, sending throbbing waves of pleasure through my whole body. I found myself doing the least Hopeish thing imaginable and pushing myself back hard onto him, onto the cock I could feel through his pants, bucking my hips and quite literally writhing on him.

He slipped a finger down my slippery cleft and before I knew it he had parted me and was gently pushing his broad digit up inside me, pushing gently on my inner wall. He softly bit down on my neck and carried on stroking my now swollen clit, I could feel how sharp his teeth were, but through the radiating bursts of pleasure I didn’t care. It amazed me how calm and in control he seemed, even as my own body was going wild. I could feel the waves of sensation, from my clit, from my neck, from my nipples and from inside me rolling around my body until I felt certain they would drown me, like I would burst from the stimulation. Until one final wave hit, bigger than the rest, big enough to set my legs trembling and drive all the blood away from my head. It felt like the whole of the plains was fading away, like I was being lifted out of my body and it was only me and the big strong man behind me in the whole world. I realised that this was it, for the first time in my life I was cumming.

Hakan held me tight in his arms until my spasmodic breathing had stabilised, then turned me round and kissed me. Hard. Far harder than he had the night by the fire, hard enough that I tasted the faint ferrous tang of blood, drawn from my soft lips by his sharp teeth.

“Lie down with me.” He said, guiding me towards the ground. I felt my body obeying, it had not been a request or a suggestion, but a command.

I lay back and he slowly lowered his weight on top of me. I could feel his full unconstrained power bearing down on me. Was this it? Was this how all those years of good girl chastity were going to end, right here in the dirt? Hakan bent his powerful head to mine and I saw his eyes flash violet as he kissed me again. His big hands were all over me, pulling down my skirt and panties in a frenzy, I lifted my hips, desperate to help, longing for the moment when I would finally be taken. Then we both froze as we heard a blood curdling roar coming from the ridge behind us.

“Fuck.” Muttered Hakan, standing up. “I didn’t think they would find us way out here. I have to go, stay exactly where you are and I’ll come and collect you as soon as I can.”

“Hakan, wait! What about the bike why don’t you take it?” I shouted, but he was already away, running over the plains in the direction of the roar faster than any man had the right to physically move.

Phew,
talk about emotional, I lay on the ground, barely able to move, drained, disappointed and happy.

There is only a certain amount of time a girl can stand alone by a pile of fence posts in the middle of the desert, no matter how emotionally drained and post orgasmic she is, I think I could safely say I had reached it. Where the hell had Hakan gone? What was so important to him that he had to leave at such incredible speed? It had sounded to me like the roar came from a lion or maybe a dinosaur, though even in a place as backwards as this I’m not sure they have those. Whatever it was it had sounded big, was he just planning to run up to it and punch it until it went away? I don’t think I’ll ever understand men, if it was that bad why didn’t we just get back on the Harley and roll right on out of there.

“Hakan!” I shouted. “Where are you? I want to go back to the ranch. I’m tired, please Hakan come back.”

If he didn’t arrive soon I was going to have to try and start the motorbike myself and go looking for him, though I was certain I’d end up in a ditch or wrapped around one of our newly installed fence posts if I tried. I walked over to the bike and swung my leg over, feeling the heat of sun warmed leather on my thighs. I can see why guys go for these things, it really did make me feel powerful, like I had a huge throbbing member between my legs and I was ready to fuck the world.

Ready to fuck the world?
What was happening to me, that’s not the kind of thing I think thought about. Maybe Hakan was right and there was something wild trapped in me, struggling for release, maybe he would set it free and I’d end up one of the sex-crazed old nymphos you see on documentaries, putting ads on the internet and meeting middle aged men in motels – no thank you! I reached up and took the handlebars. These things couldn’t be that hard could they? Just like riding a bicycle only more dangerous and a whole lot cooler.

Maybe I didn’t have to end up a craigslist slut, maybe setting the wild free and leaving the old Hope behind meant starting a new life as a kick-ass biker bitch. I picked up Hakan’s aviators and tried them on, pouting at myself in the wing mirror. Looking into the glass I spotted movement behind my shaded face. I turned and saw a large creature slinking out of the shrub land to my left. I recognised its sinewy advance from my housecats at home, feline, it crept forward just like they did when they had found an unsuspecting bird to massacre. The low, careful footfall was exactly the same the only difference was that this creature was much, much, bigger, a full grown mountain lion, and it wasn’t stalking a bird, it was stalking me.

I looked towards it. Making sure it knew I had seen it. Hoping that it would stop its advance now that it knew it had been busted, but it just kept coming. Its eyes were locked on mine. I knew it was just a hungry animal, and that I shouldn’t read anything into the look, but its eyes seemed to shine with pure yellow malevolence.

“Easy now puss. Easy.” I said, using the soothing tone that worked on my pets, but still the creature advanced on me. “GO!” I screamed, waving my hands in the air, trying to make myself look as big as possible. “GO AWAY CAT!” It made no difference, still the lion advanced towards me. I watched the muscles in its flank bunch and relax as it sloped onwards, testimony to the raw power of the creature. I turned to the dashboard, desperate to start the bike, but I couldn’t remember how Hakan had done it. Had he pushed this button, or flicked this switch with the key? Had he done both, maybe he’d twisted the throttle or kicked the peddle I had no Idea, shit.

I turned and looked towards the lion, now even closer. It kept its body low, it belly hugging the dry ground, and it was drawing itself back onto its haunches, gathering energy for the final spring, the leap the would take it on top of me. The world seemed to stand still, I could hear the sound of drumming thunder as the lion and I remained frozen, our eyes locked together in what would surely be my last moment.

It pounced, though it was still yards away from me, more than twice the length of its body, the leap sent it high into the air so that it would crash down on me with all its bodyweight, knocking me from the bike and pinning me to the ground. I braced myself for the impact, waiting for the feel of sharp fangs around my neck.

But the collision never came, the thunder I had heard arrived in the form of a speeding gray and white blur. The huge timber wolf I had seen the night before had charged between us. I watched in awe as the two animals met in a rolling, snarling ball of fury. I could see the lion’s claws drawing deep bloody gashes in the wolf’s flank, it roared and made to bite down on the other animal’s neck, delivering the death blow, but the wolf twisted and threw the lion from its back.

The lion, as all cats will, landed on its feet and the two of them faced off across the shrub-land, both breathing heavily, the wolf with bright red blood streaming down its white flanks. The lion sprang again, aiming for the neck. The wolf met it in mid-air, barrelling into it like an intercept missile, sending the monstrously overgrown cat spiralling backwards with a yelp. The mountain lion sped away across the plains with the wolf in hot pursuit. I sat shaking on the seat of the bike, in awe of what I had just seen. The day was all getting a bit much.

Ten minutes later Hakan came walking back. I ran to him, wanting to tell him how close I had come to death, and about my miraculous rescue. When I reached him I in my tracks. His white shirt was absolutely soaked through with crimson blood.

“What happened!” I shouted, I wanted to throw my arms around him but held back, not knowing the extent of his injuries.