Wolf's Den - A BBW Shifter Romance Novel (29 page)

I stopped and sniffed at him as he nuzzled my neck. We related as wolves for a moment before he led me ahead. There in a rocky outcrop we found a small cave, an overhang really. Yeager sat and then spat out a Bic lighter. Wolves didn’t have pockets. He shifted and waited for me to do the same. I glared at him before I became a woman again. “Did you carry that all the way here?” I asked.

“Yeah, I figured it was too cold to spend much time out here like this,” he told me indicating our nude bodies. “Hold on,” he said and went away. I hugged myself to ward off the cold and a moment later, Yeager brought back enough kindling to get a fire going. I watched as he stacked the wood, then carefully lit the bundle and coaxed a fire to life.

“We’re going to need more wood,” I observed. He rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet to go get more. The ground was littered with dead wood from the sage and pinions that grew here. It didn’t take long to gather enough to keep us warm for a while. Soon, we had a roaring fire going and Yeager sat next to me and pulled me close with his arm as we faced the fire.

“When did you find out?” he asked.

“Agnes told me before we left for the ranch. I should have told you but I wasn’t ready,” I admitted.

“I wish you would have,” he said.

“Why? So you could keep me from going?” I asked.

“Yeah, right! Like that would happen,” Yeager joked. “So how did she know?” he wondered.

“I guess we girl wolves can smell it. I didn’t but she did,” I told him. Yeager nodded and then went quiet. I endured his quiet for a bit until I couldn’t stand it. How did he feel about it? Why wasn’t he saying more? So?” I asked him.

“So what?” he asked but I could tell he was being coy.

“So how do you feel about it?” I pressed.

“Oh, that. I thought I’d tell you in a day or two. No hurry, right? I mean you waited to tell me,” he said. I could tell he was admonishing me for not telling him right away but he was just joking too.

“Don’t be an ass,” I said and threw my shoulder gently into his ribs.

“You’re calling the father of your baby an ass? That’s not nice,” he told me playfully. Then he reached over and lifted my face with his hand. He looked at me with his amber eyes. “You shouldn’t have to ask how I feel. You’re my mate and I’m yours. We’re going to have a baby. We’re going to be a pack. I’m elated. I mean that, Cassie. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he said and kissed me. I almost cried at that.

“I love you, Yeager,” I told him, at a loss for anything more profound.

“I love you too,” he said and placed his hand on my belly. But it didn’t stay there long. His hand slipped down between my thighs and he gently caressed my sex as he kissed me again, this time slipping his tongue between my lips. The fire was nice but the heat from within me put it to shame. Yeager broke the kiss and shot me a smoldering look as his finger sank into my wetness. “I guess that officially makes you a MILF,” he told me.

“Does that turn you on?” I asked teasingly.

“You tell me,” he said and opened his thighs so I could see his erection. He was in his full wolf glory, his red cock swollen and quite large. I could hardly believe that thing fit inside me but I’m glad it did. I glanced over my shoulder and there was my bushy black tail Yeager loved so much. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he told me.

“I know,” I replied and pushed my mate to the ground. He reached over as I mounted him and tossed a piece of dead wood on the fire. I lifted my hips, settled over his canine shaft and impaled myself on him, no foreplay needed. I sighed as I sank down his length, his swollen cock filling me completely. Yeager’s hand found my flesh and he played in my indulgent curves as I began to bounce up and down.

I luxuriated in the feelings, Yeager throbbing within me, his hands digging into my flesh and exploring my soft hills and deep valleys. I felt the need build but I denied it until I could no longer bear it. Finally, I let go and felt the sensation explode within and I let it consume me. While I didn’t entertain conscious thought of what was to come, of the risk we faced, it was there driving me to savor this as if it was my final act. Honestly, it just might be.

We writhed as one in the firelight, our bodies moving in harmony towards a singular end. Yeager and I stared into one another’s eyes as we made love, the act secondary to the feelings and emotions it produced. I fell on top of my mate as he thrust into me, hugging his neck and kissing him deeply. There were no words, no expressions for what we shared. Our love, friendship and trust took on physical form. I’d never felt closer to this man.

Whether it was the situation we found ourselves in or the baby that grew in my belly, there it was. Yeager was my world, my lover and my mate. Nothing could tear us apart, I was sure, and we would face whatever might come together. If tonight was the end of that, then so be it. I left nothing inside and neither did Yeager. We bared our souls to one another and at the end, even Yeager shed a tear as I sobbed at the bliss I had found.

After we made love until we had satiated our desires, Yeager exploded and filled me with his seed. I arched as his warmth filled me. Our sighs and gasps were the only sounds save for the sporadic crackling of the fire. Finally, we both went limp. Yeager wrapped me in his arms and his knot secured him inside of me. I welcomed the discomfort now. In fact, I loved it. I lay with my head on his chest, both of us heaving as we tried to catch our breath. Yeager began stroking my hair, playing with the white streak that matched the white patch I wore as a wolf.

“You’ll be an amazing mother,” he whispered. I lifted my head and stared at him wistfully.

“Assuming I get that chance,” I replied.

“Hey, don’t go there. Things will work out. I promise,” he said. I sighed.

“OK, you’re right. You’ll make a great father too,” I told him.

“I can’t wait to teach him to ride and shoot and play ball,” Yeager said. I frowned.

“And what if it’s a girl?” Yeager looked at me as if he had yet to consider that possibility.

“You’re right. Then I can’t wait to teach her to ride and shoot and play ball. And scare off her boyfriends with my fangs,” he joked. I laughed.

“Yeah, you’ll be a great dad,” I said. After a moment, I lay my head down again. “It will be all right, won’t it?” I asked.

“It will, Cassie. I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear it,” he said. I lifted my head again and looked into his eyes.

“And I won’t let anything happen to you either,” I told him.

“I’m counting on it, fur ball,” he replied.

~~O~~

The next few days were hard but busy. Murphy insisted we move twice. He was getting nervous but I think it was more to keep everyone focused on a task rather than what was about to happen. I needed something to keep my mind off of the coming confrontation. Idle time would inevitably cause me to start second guessing myself and our plans. It would allow my mind to ponder the possibilities, usually the worst case I could imagine.

The situation seemed a bit unreal. I guess that was common. I felt the same way when my mom died. I felt like I was in a play rather than living through a real event. I was sure it would all end and my mom wasn’t really dead. She was. I had the same feelings now, that this wasn’t really happening. It was. People could, and probably would, die. I could only hope it was the right people if there was such a thing.

My feelings towards Violet had softened a bit. Distance and Phillip’s tale gave me some perspective. I wasn’t sympathetic to her but I understood her intentions were good if misguided. Well, her desire to protect what she referred to as our kind was good. Blaming humans for all the bad that had happened and seeking to destroy them, even if that was futile, well, that was bad to say the least. Violet was disturbed and maybe she had good reason for her feelings but I couldn’t allow her to go on hurting people.

I knew that in the end, no matter what happened, it would come down to the two of us. We may never meet and have a one on one showdown of some kind but it was Lady Violet or me. One of us was going to die in the end. If it were me, all of these people that had come to my aid would likely die as well. That was what motivated me now. It wasn’t a need to win or extract revenge. I was going to protect my friends. I guess Violet and I weren’t all that different in that respect.

But that’s where the similarities ended. I had no desire to dominate or lead. I had no axe to grind. I understood that individuals were bad but people as a whole were good. I couldn’t judge a whole species on the actions of a few. Look at my half-brother Dolan and Lady Violet. Should I judge all shifters by their actions? How could I after seeing so many shifters act unselfishly and heroically? Hell, I was mated to one of them and was one myself. I couldn’t judge all humans by the actions of a few either.

But like Dolan had to die, I had to kill Lady Violet. There was no other option. We were shifters and fate had decided that we would oppose one another. It was not a role I relished but I accepted it. I had no illusions. I could lose to Lady Violet. She was far more experienced at this sort of thing and more devious to be sure. But in order to find peace where Yeager and I could raise our family, our wolf pack, I had to kill Lady Violet and that’s exactly what I planned to do.

Our final night was spent just a couple of hours from Wolfsbane. We would leave before sun up and arrive at the ranch at dawn as promised. Hopefully we would find allies there, maybe even our task completed by angry captives sick of Lady Violet’s machinations. I didn’t believe that but I could hope, couldn’t I?

The several dozen of us that remained gathered about the campfire that last evening. I didn’t even know most of them by name but we were a family, a pack. Prior to this, friendships existed among shifters but there wasn’t a real community. Most were all but loners, single shifters or families living their lives vaguely aware of others but rarely coming together. Wolfs Run, the motorcycle rally in Gold Run where all of this began, was a rarity. Most shifters and their small packs lived apart from humanity and each other. Maybe the blessing of this was that we had come together and that we might remain that way.

“You in there?” Yeager asked me as I stared into the fire lost in thought.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry. Just thinking,” I replied.

“Share it with us,” Murphy urged me.

“No, I...,” I began to say but he stopped me.

“Cassie, you might not realize it but we look to you. I think we’d all like to hear what you have to say,” Murphy told me. I was taken aback. I looked around the group. Agnes nodded as did a few others but they all stared in my direction waiting for me to speak.

“I’m not a leader or anything,” I replied. Yeager took my hand to lend me support.

“But aren’t you? Some look to me for guidance. I don’t ask for it but it happens. I guess I’m old and maybe I’m wise. The best leaders are those that don’t think they’re leaders and don’t seek power. That Violet is an example of the bad sort. She seeks power over others. You just want to help others,” Murphy told me but he wasn’t done.

“Like it or not, you’re special. None of us knew a woman that could become a wolf until we met you. Most of us didn’t think such a creature existed. Now we know there are others, like Agnes, that Ginnie girl you spoke to and Violet, of course. I for one think that means something. Not something magical or otherworldly, were just animals like humans, but I think change is coming, Cassie, and it’s following you,” he said to me but what he said was meant for everyone.

“I don’t...I didn’t want this. Any of it. I wish I’d never heard of Violet or Wolfsbane Ranch but she found me, she found us. I know that now. What I chose was never going to change this. She is driving events and there is no escape for any of us. There never was. Maybe this is a test or just the way of things but it must happen. I know that now,” I replied.

“We’re behind you, Cassie,” Amp said. I stared at him. I think I knew why but I needed to hear it.

“Why are you, all of you, doing this?” I wondered. Amp took it upon himself to answer but I’m sure he spoke for all of them to one extent or another.