Parker Montgomery put his contact lenses in and took one last look in the mirror. He blinked twice, letting the plastic lenses settle over his green eyes. He ran his hand through his hair. The short and spiky dark blond hair was as good as it was gonna get. At least the messy style hid the stupid cowlick on the crown of his head.
He was dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans and a fitted white cotton button-down shirt. He wore a blue and green friendship bracelet on his left wrist, given to him by his best friend. He pushed his feet into a pair of black leather shoes, not stopping to bend and untie them, just wiggling his heels until they slid in.
It was the first day of school. He couldn’t believe that it was his last year of high school. He was a little bit nervous, but at the same time, he was excited. Hopefully this would be a year to remember.
Parker shut his bedroom door and bounced down the stairs. “Mom? Dad?” he called out.
He listened for a moment. Not a peep. He let out a sigh. Nothing new there. His dad was a financial big wig at some investment company whose global headquarters was downtown in the city. His mom was a lawyer. Both of them were more concerned with their careers than their son.
Parker looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall and then quickly chugged down a glass of chocolate milk. He was going to be late if he didn’t get a move on. He pulled on a hoodie and grabbed his phone and backpack and raced out the front door. He pulled the blue and white Forest View High School ‘Timberwolves’ lanyard holding his keys and student ID from his pocket and locked the door behind him.
Shell was waiting next door in the driveway.
Michelle Wilson was Parker’s best friend since junior high school, when her family moved in next door. Shell’s parents were both successful business executives and the two kids often hung out together in the evenings and on the weekends. Well, when Shell was in between boyfriends.
Shell was wearing her blue and white FVHS cheerleading uniform. Her hair was permed straight and slicked back into a tight ponytail. She looked way cute today, with her flawless, mocha skin. Her uniform accentuated her curvy shape, complete with perky breasts and a tight butt.
Though Shell and Parker were the same age, she always acted like a big sister towards her shy friend. Parker had always been grateful to Shell for helping to break him out of his nerd shell. She was truly a good friend.
“Hey, Parker,” she said with a grin. “Ready for the first day of school?”
They got into Shell’s Honda and she took off, heading towards the high school.
“Hey, you should come to cheerleading practice after school,” Shell said after she turned down the radio.
Parker looked at her like she had grown a second head. “Are you insane? I am not going to be a cheerleader. I’d really like to minimize the ass-kickings this year.”
“We already had tryouts at camp last week,” she said with an eye-roll. “And besides we don’t have boy cheerleaders. We have mascot auditions today.”
“Okay, now I know you’re insane. I’m not going to make an ass of myself in a ridiculous ‘Tacky the Timberwolf’ costume.”
“Okay, first of all, you know damn well it’s ‘Timo the Timberwolf’. Look at it like this, Parker. It’s our last year of high school. This is your chance to be somebody. Get invited to the good parties. Have fun. Go on dates.”
Parker shrugged. “I don’t care about that stuff,” he lied — to himself and to Shell.
“I’m gonna keep it real, boo. You’re my mission. I’m gonna get you out there. Get you a man. I’m gonna get you laid.”
“Oh, yes. The best way to get myself a man is to wear that stupid costume. I don’t know why I ever came out to you.”
Parker decided not to mention the fact that he had given another guy a handjob the summer before eleventh grade. He had made the other guy come, so that counted as sex, right? If the other guy wasn’t such a bastard, he might have told her what he did. No, if he told her, she’d demand all of the details and Parker wasn’t about to go there.
“Boo, I hate to break it to you, but I knew way before you told me. You’re a little zesty.”
“Remind me again why I like you?” Parker pouted.
“You know you love me, boo. Look. You have to do this. You’re a good dancer. I mean, how many years did you do gymnastics?”
“Up until tenth grade. When I got my ass kicked almost every week.”
Shell shook her head. “You shouldn’t have let those assholes win. You were good. Anyways, you’re doing this. You just have to come and show off your dance moves and do some flips. They’ll love you. Don’t we have fun dancing in your room?”
“Yeah, but that’s just fooling around. Not in front of other people!”
“Just pretend you’re pumping some Madonna in your room by yourself. ‘Don’t just stand there, let’s get to it…’”
Parker rolled his eyes and sunk down into the seat. “I hate you,” he mumbled.
A smile spread across Shell’s face as she said in a sing-songy voice, “You’ll get to change in the locker room with the football players…”
Shell pulled into the school’s student parking lot and parked the car. She and Parker grabbed their bags and weaved through the parking lot towards the school’s main entrance. As they walked across the lot, Parker drew in a deep breath.
Colton Butler walked past, cutting across the grass, flanked by his best friends, Trey Williams and Jed Stone. All three of them had freshly shaved heads, looking totally bad-ass. They strutted across the lawn like they owned it. And for all intents and purposes, they did.
Colton was a total stud, one of most popular guys in the school, if not the most popular. He transferred in from out of state last year and quickly became the top dog at the school. He was smoking hot. He had dark brown eyes and a sexy black goatee and mustache. He was always sporting a five-o’clock shadow. The last time Parker saw him, he had a head of thick, black hair. The shaved head suited him, though. It made him look rough and rugged. He had an arrogant, dominant attitude that Parker thought was so sexy. Everything about him screamed MAN, and that made him very appealing — not only to Parker, but the entire student body. The girls wanted to fuck him. And all the guys wanted to be him. Well, Parker was in the camp with the girls on this one.
The weird thing about that was that Parker couldn’t recall ever seeing him date anyone. Though it sure seemed like every girl in the school threw themselves at him. That was fine with Parker. It fueled the boy’s fantasies that he was gay and that he was saving himself just for Parker. The reality was that Colton didn’t even know that Parker existed.
Colton’s best friend was Trey, a tall and muscular black guy. Trey was insanely handsome and excelled at all sports. He was captain of the basketball team and the quarterback of the football team. He led the football team to regionals and state the past three years. Girls threw themselves at Trey, literally. The rumor was that he’d been through all of the cheerleaders and was working his way through the rest of the senior class. Of course that was an exaggeration, but not by much.
Rounding out the power trio was Jed. He was big and brawny, a total redneck, built like a power lifter. He was a defensive linebacker on the football team. He had a long, shaggy goatee of reddish-brown hair and sported a couple days worth of beard stubble. It would probably take two weeks for Parker to grow that much stubble and he sure as hell would never be able to sport any kind of beard. It wasn’t a secret that Jed was gay, though no one talked about it for fear of getting their ass kicked. The rumor, according to Shell, was that Jed had turned out quite a few supposedly straight jocks.
After Parker was outed last year, he worked up the nerve to try to talk to Jed. Being the only other out gay guy at their school, he thought maybe they could be friends. The big jock looked at him wide-eyed like he was some kind of leper and practically ran the other way. That sure was a self-esteem booster.
“Damn,” Shell whispered. “Trey can get it.”
“It should be a crime to be that hot,” Parker whispered back but referring to Colton. “What happened to their hair?”
“The whole team shaved their heads at football camp last week.”
“Huh. He’s bigger, too,” Parker noticed.
Colton had to have grown at least two inches taller over the summer, making him well above six feet tall. He also filled out a little more. His biceps were bigger and his chest muscles were bigger, too. Parker’s eyes drifted down to the bulging crotch of the big jock’s jeans.
As if he sensed he was being watched, Colton’s eyes shifted and locked onto Parker. Just like every time Colton happened to look his way, Parker felt an electric jolt go right to his core. His knees went weak and his salivary glands began working overtime. He swallowed down the excess saliva as he struggled to put one foot in front of the other.
Colton’s gaze burned into him and Parker automatically lowered his eyes. He bit his lip in an attempt to hold in a moan. How embarrassing to be caught staring. Again.
But Parker couldn’t help it. Something about Colton drew the smaller man to him. His crush on the other boy had grown deeper and deeper over the past year. He really needed to get a grip. What started as a crush was bordering on becoming a full-on stalker obsession.
Once the three guys passed, Parker was able to finally let out a breath and breathe normally.
He lifted his eyes and watched Colton’s retreating back. His eyes drifted down to that perfect, muscular bubble butt. If he thought the summer away would have cooled off his fantasies of the big stud, he was wrong. God, if Colton knew how many times Parker had beat off thinking about him, he’d kick his pervy little ass until nothing but pulp was left.
He was snapped out of his fantasies when the head cheerleader, Kim Reynolds, walked up to Colton and stepped in his path.
“Hi, Colton,” she said sweetly. She thrust her chest forward, not so subtly, showing off her ample bosom.
“Hey,” Colton said dismissively as he walked past her.
Parker watched with extreme satisfaction as her face turned red and she turned on her heels and stormed in the opposite direction. The little witch wasn’t used to being ignored. Parker loved every second of it.
Shell nudged Parker’s shoulder with her own. “You are such a hateful bitch,” she whispered.
Parker’s huge ass grin turned into outright laughs.
After school, Parker headed to the locker room to get changed into his gym clothes. He almost backed out twice, but he did promise Shell that he’d show up.
Only two other guys auditioned for mascot.
Parker had to admit to himself that his gymnastics background really helped him. He was able to do cartwheels, handstands and flips. After that, they had to do a simple choreographed dance routine, following one of the cheerleaders.
Parker was just barely voted in. The cheerleaders seemed to be split. There was Shell’s group, who all enthusiastically voted for him. That wench Kim, the head cheerleader, seemed to have something against him right from the start. She gave him a nasty glare from his first step into the gym.
Of course, Parker knew exactly why she didn’t like him.
The rumors started last year, at the beginning of his junior year, that he was gay. Parker knew exactly who started it. But he didn’t deny it. Most people ignored him and left him alone. Unfortunately, not everyone in the school was tolerant of people who they thought were different.
Kim wanted to go for Donnie, the class clown. He wasn’t as athletic as Parker — not even close. But he was funny. His take on Timo would have been more along the lines of Goofy the dog.
But in the end, Parker won the vote and became the new school mascot. He was quite proud of himself. Of course, once they tossed the bag containing the costume at him and he looked down at the snarling wolf head, his smile evaporated. Had he actually volunteered to run around in a furry grey wolf costume?
Once cheer practice was over, Shell walked with Parker towards the locker rooms.
“I’ll meet you outside the side door,” she said, then jogged past into the girl’s locker room.
Parker rinsed off in the shower, then got changed into his street clothes. He was grateful that he didn’t have to wear the wolf uniform during practice. He grabbed his gym bag and the wolf uniform and headed out.
As he made his way to the locker room entrance, the football team started pouring in from the practice field.
Seth Forrest purposely knocked him hard with his padded shoulder. “Watch where you’re going, fag.”
Parker pressed himself against the wall, getting out of the way. He tried to avoid Seth whenever possible. The big, muscular jock made his life hell. He acted tough and macho, Parker knew from first hand experience that it was all a front.
Parker snickered to himself at his bad pun.
Not paying attention to where he was going, he turned the corner and nearly ran straight into Colton.
“Sorry,” Parker mumbled, his eyes instantly dropping to Colton’s feet.
“You’re all good, Parker,” Colton said, leaning slightly towards Parker’s ear. His voice was deep, resonating in his chest and his breath was warm as it floated past Parker’s skin.
As Parker stepped out of the locker room, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Colton had called him by name.
Colton Butler knew who he was.
He closed his eyes and savored the moment.
“What’s got you all grinnin’?” Shell asked.
Parker looked up at his friend. “Huh? Oh, nothing.”
“See something good in the locker room?”
“Of course not,” he said defensively. “Don’t be nasty.” He looked around, making sure no one heard. He didn’t need to be gay bashed by some jocks who thought he was checking them out.
“Well, something put a happy face on you.”
“It’s nothing,” he said as they walked to Shell’s car.
As Shell turned out of the parking lot, she turned down the volume on the stereo. “Hey, what do you want to do for your birthday?” she asked. “Besides Colton Butler.”
Parker rolled his eyes and thought for a moment. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”
“Okay. Well, how ’bout I throw you a little party?”
“Just a little party, right?”
The grin on Shell’s face was his first clue that he was in trouble.
“Speaking of Colton,” Shell said. The look on her face told Parker that she had gossip. “Did you hear about what happened at football camp?”
“Adam was apparently about to faint from heat stroke. While everyone stood around in shock, Colton took charge. He got him cooled down by the time the paramedics arrived. They said he saved Adam’s life.”
Even though he had no right to, Parker felt a sense of pride at hearing about Colton’s feats. And he found himself wanting him just a little bit more.
That night at dinner, Parker was eager to share his good news with his parents.
“Guess what happened today at school.”
“What, honey?” his mother asked.
While Kate Montgomery looked up across the table at her son, Barney Montgomery’s face was buried in his BlackBerry reading his never-ending stream of emails.
When Parker realized that his father wasn’t going to look up, he continued. “I tried out for the mascot auditions today. I won the vote. I’m the new Timo the Timberwolf.”
“Good for you, Parker. Isn’t that right, Barn?”
Barney looked up from his BlackBerry for a split second. “Hm? Uh-huh.” Before the grunt was out of his mouth, he was already looking back down at the screen, his thumbs tapping away at the keys.
“I’ll be with the cheerleaders at every game. I have to go to the away games, too. Maybe you guys could come and see one of the home games?”
A cell phone started to ring. “Clear the table and take care of the dishes,” Kate told Parker as she pulled out her phone and got up from the table and walked away.
Barney got up and walked out of the room, mumbling and cursing to himself as he typed away at his phone.
Parker sighed and finished up his dinner alone, though he didn’t have much of an appetite anymore.
He cleared the dishes, putting them into the dishwasher. He tossed the last bits of food into the garbage, which was full. Deciding to go ahead and take care of it before his mom or dad yelled, he pulled the bag out of the garbage can and tied off the top. He dragged it outside and dumped it into the big plastic bin just outside the back door.
The night had cooled down some and there was a light breeze. Parker closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. It was so quiet and peaceful outside. He loved that the suburban subdivision they lived in was set against a forest.
Parker walked over to the edge of the kidney-shaped in-ground swimming pool. He looked at the moon’s reflection in the still water, then dipped his toe into the pool and watched the ripples distort the reflection.
He stared up into the sky, wishing that his life could be different.
There had to be more out there than this pitiful existence. It would be nice to matter, to be important, to someone somewhere.
When the back door opened, the black wolf dropped to his belly. Though he was hidden at the tree line, on the other side of the black iron rail fence that surrounded the back yard, he didn’t want to take any chances.
A sweet scent wafted through the clear, night air. That scent was forever blazed into his memory from the very first time he smelled it. It smelled like heaven. It smelled like his.
He watched the boy toss the foul garbage into the trash bin. He moved over to the swimming pool, then stopped to stare up at the sky longingly.
Soon, the boy would be his. He was tired of watching.
The wolf would no longer be denied what was his. He would no longer be denied his mate.
The next day at school sucked ass.
Parker totally regretted taking phys ed. His reasoning was that it’d help him keep in shape and it would be an ‘easy A’. He didn’t factor jock abuse into his reasoning.
“Keep your eyes to yourself, faggot,” Seth muttered as he walked by, knocking Parker with his shoulder.
Parker rolled his eyes and closed his locker. As if he was interested in Seth Forrest. “Asshole,” he mumbled under his breath.
Seth stopped and turned back around. “You got something to say?”
“I didn’t think so. Don’t you got some cocks to stroke or something? Get the fuck outta here.”
“You would know,” Parker mumbled.
Seth froze in his tracks and made a grunt sound. A very pissed off grunt sound.
Parker quickly walked past Seth. He knew that statement would get him into trouble, but he didn’t care. Seth was an asshole.
When Coach Carswell, gym teacher and head football coach, announced they’d be playing dodgeball, Parker groaned along with half of the class. The bigger guys were ruthless at dodgeball and it would quickly degrade into a pain-fest for everybody else. As Coach went over the rules they all knew and hated, Parker took the time to check out Colton like he always did, taking extra care not to get caught staring.
Damn, he looked good in that tanktop and those shorts. He had very well-defined biceps and pec muscles. The tank showed off his ripped hairy chest in the nicest way.
When Coach blew the whistle to start the game, Parker had to finally peel his eyes away from Colton so he could keep from getting creamed.
Parker turned towards Seth, who was holding one of the damned red balls, bouncing it between his hands. The smile on his face could only be described as evil.
Seth looked over at his buddy, TJ, and grinned. “Smear the queer.”
TJ threw the ball using every one of his beefy muscles and Parker jumped out of the way in the nick of time as the ball went whizzing past his head. Parker looked up to get his bearings, but it was too late. Seth threw his ball and it slapped the side of Parker’s head hard enough to knock him backwards. He slammed onto his back hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs.
Meg quickly settled into a routine in her office. At first she didn’t think that there would be enough work for her with Alpha Wolf Tech. To be honest, there wasn’t a lot at first, but once the techs realized what she could do with information, her in basket began to fill. Plus, Luc was helping her with freelance work.
Ginny came down to talk to Meg, and heard her laughing as she hung up the phone. Standing in the doorway, she tried to figure out the reason for the laughter.
“Alright, I give. What’s so funny?” Ginny asked.
“That was a referral call. There’s this company that needed some demographics, and they were referred to us,” said Meg still smiling.
“I still don’t see what is funny,” said Ginny.
“It was the company I just left!” said Meg with a broad grin.
Ginny started to snicker, and then laugh. “Well, did you get the job?” she asked.
“Yes! At three times my normal pay, because they need the data fast. Apparently, they lost their demographer to an HR issue,” she said.
They both laughed.
“What did you need?” asked Meg once she stopped laughing.
“Luc is out of the office, and Duke just dropped off Sara and Joe. Their babysitter called in sick. I said I could watch them for a bit, and then I remembered that I have a date tonight. Could you and Luc watch them?” she asked.
Ginny thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, we didn’t have any plans for this evening,” she said.
“Thanks Meg! I’ll makes sure you have the peanut butter by the time you leave,” said Ginny as she turned to go.
“Peanut butter?” she asked.
“Yeah. Sara and Joe have hit the peanut butter stage. Won’t eat much else but the damn stuff,” she said.
“Oh god,” replied Meg and turned back to her work as Ginny left.
After work, Meg packed the two children into their car seats along with a bag filled with peanut butter, bread and a few other items. Luc was working late. He’d been alright with the kids staying, which was a relief to Meg. Not having any of her own, she really enjoyed the kids.
When they got home, Meg made them a quick snack of peanut butter on toast and they sat down to watch Pixar movies. Cars and Planet 51 filled up most of the evening. Luc arrive home in time to watch most of Planet 51. Joe fell asleep by the end of the second movie, and Meg carried him off to the guest bedroom which they had set up with sleeping bags, stuffed animals and a night light earlier. She tucked him in bed and then went back to the living room.
“Meg, I’m hungwee,” said Sara.
“Alright Sara, what would you like?” Meg asked knowing the answer. She couldn’t believe the amount of peanut butter these two little kids had stowed away already.
“I wants a peanud budder sanwich wif red jewwy,” she said.
“Alright, and then a bath?” Luc asked.
“No. I taks a baf in da moning. I wants a stowy,” said Sara.
Meg made the sandwich while Luc and Sara picked out a story. She wanted Revolting Rhymes By Roald Dahl. They were reading Little Red Riding Hood.
“That’s wrong!” cried Wolf. “Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I’ve got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I’m going to eat you anyway.”
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature’s head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.”
Sara giggled and ate more of her sandwich. Luc walked off to make coffee. He smiled at the story. He wondered if the root of the story was really the tale of a werewolf. He took his coffee to the office and did some work.
Luc realized that he hadn’t heard any voices for a while. Walking down the hall, he poked his head into the bedroom. Sara and Meg were sound asleep on the bed. The book had fallen to one side. He put it on the nightstand. Luc picked Sara up off of the bed. Unfortunately, she had brought her peanut butter and jelly sandwich to bed. It was smashed between Sara and Meg, with a long smear of it on Meg’s right thigh.
“Hmmm,” he thought looking at that peanut buttered thigh. Walking down to the guest room where Joe slept. He put Sara down next to her brother an then headed back to the bedroom. Meg hadn’t moved. Luc dropped his clothes to the floor and shifted just a bit. His tongue reached out and began to lick the peanut butter off Meg’s thigh.
After a moment, Luc had most of the peanut butter eaten. Meg woke up and looked down at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Ehhting penuht buhtur,” he said half shifted.
“I think I remember saying something a while back about ‘No Snacking’,” she said with a smile.
“Noht Schnnakin’. Jus clheanin’,” he said smiling. He licked her thigh again.
This time Meg noticed all the little smears of peanut butter and the remains of the sandwich Sara had been eating. She smiled, and tried to grab the bits. Luc’s tongue beat her to the bits.
“Yuhhm,” he said. Then his tongue proceeded to clean the rest of Meg.
“Hey! That tickles!” she tried to protest.
Luc smiled and grabbed the waistband of her shorts and shook. A second later, Meg was wearing just her tank top. Luc buried his tongue between her legs.
“Oooh…,” she moaned, and struggled to pull her top off. It got tangled around her arms, and Luc caught the fabric with one hand and held it and her trapped hands down on the bed.
“Whaaa?” Meg tried to ask wondering what was going on with the hands, when Luc’s tongue distracted her with more insistent probing. He flicked her clit, and she arched with the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. He let her arch a little higher off the bed, and then stopped.
“Oh… you… brat,” she gasped. “You could finish eating me,” she said not thinking what she’d said.
“Nohh schnaakin’,” he grinned.
Meg rolled her eyes and laughed. She tried to wiggle free of her shirt, to no avail.
“Let me go Luc,” she said.
“Noh, tu muhtch penuht buhtur,” he said. Then he moved up a bit and licked her chest where a smear of peanut butter traced across her breasts.
Meg realized that there must be more peanut butter on her shirt, and gave up struggling. Luc licked and sucked at the peanut butter and her breasts. It was turning her on to the point where she felt she was laying in a puddle on the bed.
In a quick move, Luc was kneeling between her legs and the head of his cock bobbed at the entrance to her soaked pussy. As he entered her, he moved his hands to Meg’s hips. He felt so good inside of her, and the orgasms he’d been teasing her with earlier began to roar through her. Luc’s rhythm got faster and faster. Meg knew she couldn’t last much longer. As her mouth began to open and the first cries of passion began, she remembered the two little ones down the hall. She stifled herself as best she could with the back of her hand. Instead of her normal moans, there was simply a quiet squeak.
“Mmmmmph…” she moaned as the orgasms ripped through her.
Luc was oblivious as his own orgasm triggered by hers froze him in pleasure.
“Ahhhh,..” he cried, and then the next thing he knew, Meg’s hand was over his mouth.
Puzzled and confused, as the orgasm rode his brain, he slowly stopped and then dropped to the bed.
“Whaaz han for?” he tried to ask. His tongue and mouth was still shifted.
“Babies next room over! You didn’t shut the door,” she said as she pointed.
Luc rolled over, and saw the door wide open. He thought about it, buried his head in the pillow and laughed.
Meg woke up warm. Way too warm. She tried to throw off the covers and couldn’t. Couldn’t move. Too hot, too sweaty, and now too frustrated to go back to sleep. She looked around and saw that Luc was fully shifted. He was part of the reason she was too hot. Then she saw what he was curled around. Joe and Sara. They had obviously crawled in bed during the night, and Luc hit shepherd mode. They’d talked about the whole ‘protection mode’ that Luc and others went into, and Meg had called him a shepherd. It fit.
Slowly, she wiggled free of Luc and the bedding and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. By the time she returned to the bedroom, two sets of little eyes were peeking over Luc’s haunches.
“Morning Joe. Morning Sara,” she said quietly.
“Mownin,” said Joe.
“Gu mownin,” yawned Sara.
“I was surprised to see you in here this morning,” said Meg trying to figure out what had prompted the move.
“We’s hurd somfin squeem like a gurl in da middle of da night,” said Sara.
“An Sawa said wes gots to come sweep wif Unky Luc da woff when we heers squeams,” said Joe.
Meg managed to smile, because she knew what the “squeems like a gurl” had been. “You two were very smart to come sleep with us and be safe,” she said. “Now what do you want for breakfast?” she asked hoping it wasn’t peanut butter.
“Wafuls an eggs an apull socks,” said Joe.
“Eggs an bacon an wafuls,” said Sara.
“Okay, but what is a pull socks?” asked Meg.
“You knowd! Apuls, you cook em and squish em and frow sugar an stuff in em,” said Sara.
Meg was still puzzled and trying to figure things out when Luc came up behind her.
“Apple sauce,” he said.
“Yeahhhhhh!!!” the two little ones cried together.
“Oh,” said Meg, as the words finally made sense. “I think we can do that,” she said and headed for the fridge.
Forty-five minutes later, the two little ones were full and sitting in front of Luc’s TV. Meg pulled him into the kitchen out of earshot. “By the way, next time we have company, we must shut the doors and no screaming,” she said.
“Huh?” Luc asked a bit confused.
“We had Sara and Joe in with us because ‘some one was squeemin like a gurl’ in the middle of the night and they got scared,” she said complete with Sara’s accent.
“Squeemin like a gurl? That must have been you,” he said while the red blush crept up his neck.
“No, I think it was you… I stuffed my fist in my mouth if you remember correctly,” Meg said.
“Oh,” Luc answered turning a bright shade of red.
“I love it when you blush,” she said and started on the dishes.
Duke picked Sara and Joe up about two hours later. The kids were happy to see their dad, but didn’t want to leave Luc’s.
“Buh Daddy, we likes Unky Woffy Luc,” said Sara. Joe nodded behind her.
“Well, it would be nice if you could stay, but if you come home with me, you can see Bitty, and Isolde and then maybe you can come back another day,” Duke tried to negotiate.
“Buh Daddy, we likes Mweg too, even if she isn’ a woofy,” said Joe.
Meg smiled. Duke laughed. “You realize you’re in trouble don’t you?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” she countered.
“Well, once you go furry, you never go back. Not just because of the great times in bed, but how will you ever be able to look at faces like this and say no?” Duke said as he pointed at the kids. On cue, the two of them shot Meg big puppy eyes. “Besides, I think it’s too late anyway,” he said. He then turned and started to gather up the kids and their possessions. A minute later, he was out the door.
Meg turned to Luc with questions all over her mind. “What the hell did he mean by that?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” said Luc. “I’ll call him later and see if he’ll tell me.”
“Okay, because he sounded sorta sad when he said it,” she said.
“Who knows. Maybe he’s just not dealing well with the separation from Penny,” Luc said. “Oh! Almost forgot. Ginny will take the shop today, and said if we wanted to run away from home, she’d be okay with that.”
“Run away, like go camping?” asked Meg.
“Yeah,” said Luc.
“What’s your problem then? Why isn’t the car packed?” she said heading off to the bedroom. She realized that Luc hadn’t followed her. “Luc, come on!” she called. When he didn’t answer, she walked out to the living room where he was getting a few items off his desk.
“I thought you wanted to go camping?” she said.
“I do,” he replied.
“Then why aren’t we getting the gear ready?” she asked.
“Because 90% of it is already in the car. Only thing we need is your pack and the cooler off the front porch,” he said smugly.
“You bastard!” she said laughing as she ran back to the bedroom to get her clothes.
The hike up to the camping spot was gentle. Meg hadn’t been up in this mountain range before. Luc knew it well, and he led them to a secluded camping spot next to a small mountain lake. They set up the tent and were cooking steaks before the sun set.
“Oh I have missed this,” she said.
“It hasn’t been that long,” countered Luc.
“It has! Over two months, and the last time I got scared half to death, nearly drown and ended up with a new boyfriend,” she said trying to sound exasperated.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Luc said.
“Well, a little of it was. The nearly drowning part,” she said.
“Oh good! Here I was afraid that it was the new boyfriend bit that terrified you,” he said jokingly.
“Nah, The unbelievable part though was the sex,” she said mischieviously.
“The sex? What was unbelievable about the sex?” he asked.
“How good it was!” she laughed.
“Oh? Well then, after dinner, I will just have to prove to you it wasn’t a fluke,” he said with false indignation.
After dinner, Luc spread out the sleeping bags outside the tent so that they could watch the meteor showers. The Perseid Showers were this week, and Luc was glad to be up above the city lights. They laid there watching the meteors streak across the sky. At one point they were falling so fast that it was hard to point them out individually.
He rolled over and started kissing her neck. Meg giggled. Then Luc traced his fingertips down her sides. Meg rolled towards him and totally forgot about the meteors.
“Oh! I almost forgot, I learned some interesting massage techniques while I was waiting for a client the other day,” she said.
“Ah, and what might these new techniques be?” Luc asked.
“Well, originally, these were directions on how to make a standard poodle moan. However, Ginny and I decided that they would work well on shifters too,” Meg said.
Luc gave her a glare even though she couldn’t see it in the dark. “I’m not a standard poodle,” he said.
“No, but let’s see if it works,” she said.
“Fine,” he sighed.
Meg straddled Luc’s lap and then leaned forward putting her fingers on the back of his ears and thumbs just inside. She then proceeded to rub lightly in small circles.
Luc tried to hold still. He felt the shiver run down his spine as she increased the gentle touches.
“Oh. God,” was all he could say.
Meg smiled. She then extended her hands to cover his ears as well as the eyebrow ridges. Sort of a Spock mind meld looking hand movement. She was caressing the sinus points and Luc was melting.
“You can do that all day long,” he said.
Meg was really pleased this was working. She slowly stopped the face massage. Then she moved down a bit and lifted up his teeshirt. She started rubbing large circles on his stomach, with just enough force to make good fingertip contact.
Luc tried to keep still, but his leg started to twitch. He also felt himself start to shift. He swallowed hard to keep from drooling. Noting the effect this was having, Meg smiled to herself and knelt off to one side. Pulling his knee up and then dropping his leg to one side, she started tickling his inner thigh, right were the leg joins the body.
“Meg,” Luc started to moan. His body responded not only with partial shifting, but with a hard on that threatened to break his zipper. Meg kept going, and then switched to the other thigh. By this point, Luc had had enough. He started peeling Meg out of her clothes and dropping his at the same time. Meg was laughing, and not helping him. Instead, she kept hitting the same spots as best she could.
“Youh, arr suhch a thheeze,” he groaned. His jaw always shifted too fast and he felt like Scooby Doo.
“Yes, and I’m glad to know that poodles and werewolves have something in common,” she said as he started to lick his way down her belly.
“A little massage makes for a very happy canine,” she said.
“Ha! Shohw Youh!” he said, and preceded to lick her crotch with his tongue. He flicked her clit and put his thumbs in the soft spot where her hips met her body. It was Meg’s turn to moan. Luc moved his thumbs up and down her crotch, finally dipping his thumbs into her pussy. Meg arched her hips as he continued to tongue her clit and use his fingers to play with her.
“Luuc, pleazzze,” she groaned. She was sopping wet, and he worked two and then three fingers deep into her pussy, Shifting ever so slightly, he tickled her g-spots and the end of her cervix. This caused her to come very fast and hard. The orgasm whipped through her and she nearly curled around his hand, the muscles clamping hard.
“Oggggohds, Ohohohohohohoooooo,” she cried. Her body shuddered as he brought her again and again.
“Nohw whu’s skkueemin’ a gurl?” he asked.
“Me! Oggghoods, ogodds, ohhh,…” Meg moaned.
Luc smiled and in a quick motion removed his fingers and slid his cock all the way in. He grabbed her hips and worked a fast rhythm of long strokes that brought the tip of his cock to her cervix. Meg moaned, orgasmed again and wrapped her legs around Luc tightly as she came hard. Luc faltered for a second and then resumed the rhythm and stroked deep. It felt so good. He felt Meg about to peak to another orgasm when his own began to roar up through his body.
“Arrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh,” he growled as the orgasm smashed through him. He felt like he’d come buckets. Meg had joined him in orgasm, and she was stiff with pleasure and then slowly melted back to the blankets.
“Oh my,” she said in a whisper.
Luc smiled and after disengaging, slowly lay down beside her. They pulled the sleeping bags up around them and fell asleep watching the meteor showers. “Noht puudle, wolf! Worhk gud. Like Soft One play,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep. As he did, he shifted fully and wrapped himself around her.
Ericka stood on the roof only five feet away from Firina, the woman who turned her into a vampire. “Why now have you come to collect did you feel I was getting close?” Asked Ericka.
Firina, who had been looking towards the setting sun, turned to face Ericka. “You know why, you found the girl. I either take her or the key.” She said smugly.
“We had no such deal; the only deal I made with you was if I ever saw you again, that I will be the one to take your life.” Ericka said and started to move towards her.
“You know what I speak of, you vowed to kill me. Therefor I vowed to take everything you love, and I started by cutting up that pretty little thing of yours. Why didn’t you save her, like you didn’t save your children? I killed them slowly as they lay in their beds so close to their families.” Firina said with a grin on her face.
Ericka lunged towards her tackling her to the ground. Her eyes red, fangs bared she elongated her nails and tore into Firina’s chest, Firina returned the favor by tearing into Ericka’s back. Ericka was able to get up on her knees and punched Firina in her face with her left arm. Firina swung sinking her nails into Ericka’s right side. Ericka fell onto her left hand, but with her right hand she grabbed Firina’s right arm piercing her skin with her claws. With the other she grabbed Firina’s left shoulder digging in.
“You should have never made me or threatened my family. I have always been faster and stronger than you. I told you I would be the one to take your life.” Ericka moved her left hand to enclose over Firina’s throat, digging her nails into her neck and started to severe her jugular slowly. Firina clawed into Ericka shoulder and side with her free hand but Ericka would not break, she would not let her live. Once her jugular was severed, Ericka slashed at what was left of Firina’s remaining neck. Finally she watched as the light left her eyes and her body went limp. Ericka grabbed Firina’s lifeless head and moved it away for the body. She then grabbed the key from Firina’s dead body with her right hand and looked it over as she lay down on the hard roof. She put the key in her left hand and held her left arm close to her body and waited.
Suddenly Eric was by her side, pulling her into his arms. “Are you ok?”
“I am much better now that you’re here. We’ve got to get the key to Lilliana she needs it to live. We have to go.” She said trying to get up but found that she didn’t have the strength. Instead she raised her right arm to touch Eric’s face. Eric leaned down and kissed her lovingly.
“I’m not healing.” She said as a tear rolled down her face.
“I can heal the outside, but I don’t know how much it will help.” He took off her tattered shirt and laid her down. He knelt over her and started to lick her wounds and cleaned up her blood. He stopped for a moment and asked “How does that feel?”
“So good, if it wasn’t for me being in pain I’d have you already.” She exclaimed.
He continued to lick her wounds and spoke through their link ‘You taste amazing, your skin, your blood it’s like a drug I never want to give up.’ She smiled.
Once he was done licking her wounds. He stood pulling Ericka up with him into a standing position. She cringed at the movement and clung to his body. They stood face to face now, staring into each other’s eyes. He kissed her lovingly for several moments before they heard footsteps coming towards them.
Eric turned growling but Ericka stopped him “She one of the witch’s.” He stopped growling and apologized.
“I am Trisha, Lilliana sent me to get you.” She said nervously as she walked towards them. She walked up to them and asked for their hands. They did as she asked and watched as sweat beaded down her forehead. After a few moments the earth moved beneath them and a second later they found themselves in Lilliana’s hospital room.
Ericka spoke to the room warily when she said “I have the key.” Eric then helped Ericka over to where Sam sat next to Lilliana. The witches gathered around Lilliana as Ericka said to Sam.
“If you are holding her hand when she is healed you may lose your wolf.” She paused “For this to work Lilliana and I need to be holding the key.”
Sam then moved letting Ericka take his spot kneeling next to Lilliana. Eric went to move away but Ericka stopped him. “Don’t forget to catch me if I fall.” She smiled as he moved away to stand next to Sam.
Ericka then placed the key into Lilliana’s hand and wrapped her own around Lilliana’s. She waited for the witches to start because Lilliana had to be awake. When they took each other’s hands Ericka leaned up painfully with her left hand and gently caressed Lilliana’s cheek but she did not wake. Ericka then laid her arm back down and closed her eyes. She felt Lilliana’s thoughts and found her thinking about her son.
She then pushed a thought past Lilliana’s own ‘Wake up.’ She yelled. She opened her eyes to find Lilliana staring back at her.
The women started to hum, concentrating on pulling Lilliana’s power into the fold. Lilliana now spoke weakly to Ericka “You must find him.” Was all she said as the magic started to envelope the room and Lilliana started to fade. Ericka talked to her about the life they would live once this was all over, trying to keep her awake. Lilliana smiled but only for a moment as pain started to surge through her body. She cringed, grunting and screaming painfully over and over until light filled the room.
Eric had to hold Sam back from returning to Lilliana’s side.
They had removed Lilliana’s bandages before starting and now Sam watched as the long cut on her back started to heal. Eric watched Ericka as she shook in pain and light filled her every pore. She arched her back and screamed.
Now Sam had to hold Eric back from reaching Ericka. “I know.” Was all Sam said and Eric looked into his eyes.
“You know?” He said looking back to Ericka but no longer trying to reach her.
“Later.” Sam said and turned back to watch Lilliana.
Lilliana lay still on the bed, the only part of her that showed life. Was her arm desperately clinging to Ericka trying not to let her go. Ericka was now a beam of light blinding everyone in the room except her and Lilliana. Lilliana moved towards her on the bed, “Stay with me.” She said and her voice vibrated through the room. Ericka screamed again and the light started to dissipate. Lilliana watch as Ericka fell to the floor and Eric caught her.
Eric looked up to Lilliana “Is it over?” he asked.
“Yes” Lilliana said. She felt someone touching her back and turned to find Sam standing next to her.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Better than I’ve felt in a long time how do I look?” she smiled as he looked over her body.
“You are stunning.” Sam smiled.
Lilliana went to move and found that she was naked, she looked to Sam and asked “Is it possible for me to get some clothes. And maybe a shower.”
She pulled her sheets around her as Sam went to find some clothes. She got off the bed next to Eric and Ericka, kneeling down next to them she looked Ericka over. Ericka lay unconscious in Eric’s arms; a worried look marred his face. “Put her on the bed.” Lilliana said.
Eric did as she said and watched as Lilliana grabbed her arm and focused on Ericka. Suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at Eric, “She’s…she’s no longer a vampire. She has a pulse.” She exclaimed. Eric looked shocked and placed a hand on her chest feeling her chest rise and fall and the low thump of her heart beating with in.
“She probably needs time to recover, that was a big transition for her.” She said and then turned towards the bathroom. Sam had grabbed the bag with her clothes and followed her. Once in the bathroom Sam dropped the bag and closed the door, she then turned towards Sam.
“Say it again.” he said staring deep into her eyes without touching.
She moved closer to him pressing herself against him still looking into his eyes. “I love you.” She said pulling the sheets away
from her body. “Your turn.” She said moving towards the shower and turning on the hot water.
He stepped towards her wrapping his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, “I love you.” in a soft sensual voice. He turned her to face him and kissed her deeply for several minutes her arms wrapping around his neck.
When they broke the kiss, he spoke, “Unfortunately, I can’t join you I have responsibilities to deal with.” He kissed her again and left the room but only after grabbing the sheets to bring out for Ericka.
Lilliana turned and stepped into the hot stream of water; in the shower she slowly washed the caked blood from her body. She washed her hair and then let the hot water massage her back and neck. After about ten minutes she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off and she saw the bag that Sam had left on the floor. She finished toweling off and dropped the towel to the floor. She noticed her left hand started to hurt and looked down at it, seared into her hand was a burn mark from the key. She decided to dress it once out of the bathroom and set to finding something to wear.
She pulled out a set of lacey underwear with matching bra and then she found a pair of black skinny jeans and black tank top. She put them on before looking back into the bag finding a pair of brown high heeled boots that went over her pants and a matching belt. The belt had a leg holster for her gun and two small bags just big enough to hold two clips each. She put the shoes and belt on and strapped the gun holster to her leg. Once on she dug through the rest of the bag finding two brown leather wrist bands, which she set aside to wear. She also found some metal dangle earring and set them aside with the wrist bands. She also found some other jewelry but left it in the bag.
She stood picking up the bands and earring’s she placed them on the side of the sink and set to putting them on, she then brushed her hair leaving it down mostly because she had nothing to put it up with. She then picked out a long spaghetti strapped black dress from the bag and walked out of the bathroom. She walked over to the bed where Eric still stood next to Ericka’s unconscious body. She reached under the side of the bed and grabbed the bag that contained the gun in it. Ericka must have taped it there while Lilliana slept. The only reason she knew it would be there is because that’s where Ericka always keeps her gun.
She walked over to the side table and dumped its contents. She found her gun, four extra clips of ammo and her phone. She clipped her gun in its holster and put the extra clips in the bags and placed the phone in her back pocket. She then went back over to the bed. “We should change her clothes and clean her up.” Eric agreed and they set to stripping her clothes.
“How long do you think she will sleep?” Eric asked as he wiped Ericka’s naked body down with wet towel cleaning up the caked up blood.
“I don’t know I’m going to go talk to the witches in a moment and see what I can do.” She said removing the key from Ericka’s hand, it was caked with blood and her hand was also burned in the shape of the key. She walked over to the nurse’s stand and brought bandages back to the bed. She wrapped Ericka’s hand, then her own. She then helped Eric put the dress on Ericka. Once done she went to the bathroom and cleaned the key and chain it was on. She placed it around her neck and headed out of the room to talk to the witches.
Everyone had cleared the room after she got in the shower, so now she headed into the hall and found the witches standing in a group the right of the door.
She walked up to them “We need to find out what is happening to Ericka now that she is no longer a vampire, what can we do?” she asked.
“Well, we’ve been discussing it and have come to the conclusion that if you can enter her mind with the help of the key you may be able to bring her back. But be aware if you should do this you can get lost in her memories and be trapped there. It’s best to do it when you are fully rested physically and mentally.” Said one of the women, Lilliana nodded.
“Now what are you planning to do now?” Lilliana asked.
“Well we hoped to stay with you. We have nowhere else to go and you are the strongest of us. It takes to reason we should stay close to you.” The same woman said.
“I am planning on going to live with my mate and his pack. I assure you that everyone will be safe there. But it is your decision to make.” Lilliana said. All the women nodded in agreement. “Good then I will go make arrangements.” Lilliana turn to find Sam and found the other pack members watching her. She strode down the hall proudly with one hand resting on her gun. She found Sam talking to three of his security members, and stopped next to him looking at the men as they finished talking. Sam noticed and once he was done sent the men off to do their work.
He turned to Lilliana and smiled, “Do you look stunning all the time or is it just me?” He said as he started to walk slowly back down the hall.
Lilliana walked next to him. “Well I guess we’ll find out now wont we.” She said with a smirk.
“I guess that means you’ll be coming back with me.” He said a little nervously.
“I would have it no other way.” She said, he smiled wide but waited to speak.
“But I need to talk to you about the women.” She said pointing towards the witches, who were looking around nervously. “They wish to stay with the pack and I wish it to. They can help me learn all I need to know about the witch’s history.”
“Anything for you, but…” He paused “are you willing to mate with me?” He said stopping in the hall and turning towards her. She stopped next to him with a questioning look on her face.
“Yes, if I was given this power to do some great good than it should not be taken from me just because it is challenged by love.” She spoke with ease and elegance in her voice, turning towards Sam.
“So then you’re not afraid that the change will take your magic?” Sam said as Lilliana noticed the witches watching their conversation but still only spoke to Sam.
“No, if my wolf takes my magic than I will accept that it was my fate and trust in my mate. I have no doubts about this, but if I’m correct I have nothing to worry about. For example for a vampire, their body dies and therefore the magic would die. The way I figure the wolf will work is that the magic will blend. But it does not matter I will be happy with you either way.” She said and moved towards him into his embrace.
They kissed each other lovingly, “Good, now how do we wake up Ericka?” Sam asked.
“The girls and I have an idea.” She said walking towards the room that held Ericka. Sam followed standing behind Lilliana as she went to stand next to the right side of the bed. Eric stood on the other side holding Ericka’s hand.
“You might want to let go until I’m done.” Lilliana said as she pulled the key from her neck and placed it in Ericka’s hand. Eric backed away and watched as Lilliana closed her hand over Ericka’s with the key in between.
“Whatever happens don’t let me let go of her hand or we could both be lost.” Sam nodded and stood close but without touching. Lilliana then took a deep breath and placed her other hand on Ericka’s forehead and closed her eyes.
She entered Ericka’s mind searching for her friend, “Ericka.” she called but no answer after searching for a couple of minutes she entered a memory Ericka was walking through a field towards someone. But she couldn’t see who, she called to her but no answer. Now Lilliana stood in the field walking towards her. “Ericka.” she called and still she did not turn. An idea came to her and she called again “Hellana.”, Ericka turned to see who would be calling her.
“Who are you?” Ericka asked.
“I am your friend, you are sick and need to wake.” Lilliana said.
“But I don’t feel like I’m sleeping. I am going to go see my children, but I have been walking for a long time.” Ericka looked confused. “If I am dreaming, how are you here?”
Lilliana thought for a moment, “In the place I come from, I have the magic to help you come home; you are so far from home Hellana, the ones who love you are waiting.” Lilliana pleaded.
“But I can see them just there,” She pointed towards the horizon “Gabriel is calling for me.” Ericka said assuring her.
“They are not there, if you go to them only death awaits. Give me your hand I will show you something that will show you I speak the truth.” Ericka held out her right hand. “I can only show you the truth, if you chose to see it.” Ericka nodded and Lilliana took her hand within her own. “Open your hand.” Ericka did as she asked and saw the burn mark from the key. Lilliana then opened her own, showing Ericka her own mark.
She looked at the mark on their hands “Why didn’t I notice this before, shouldn’t it hurt?” She asked looking up at Lilliana.
“You didn’t notice it because this place isn’t real, it doesn’t hurt because this is a dream. I have to take you home, otherwise we will both die. Hellana, you and I have fought too hard to survive to just let go now. The key can save you, it saved me. Please come home.” Sweat was beading off her forehead now she could not stay here much longer.
“Will you be there?” Ericka asked.
“I will be holding your hand.” Ericka nodded and took Lilliana’s hand.
Sam noticed the sweat forming on Lilliana’s forehead and caught her as her knee’s started to give in. It had been half an hour and still no sign of progress. Until suddenly Ericka’s eyes opened and Lilliana fell against Sam but still held Ericka’s hand. Ericka sat up and looked around the room, her eyes stopping on Lilliana.
“This is home?” Ericka questioned.
“No this is where people get healed, we are going home soon.” Lilliana said standing back up. “Do you remember me?” Lilliana asked.
“I remember you from the dream but I do not know how you are my friend.” Ericka said looking at Sam and Eric.
“My name is Lilliana, this is Sam and Eric.” Lilliana said motioning to them.
“Your name it sounds familiar but I do not know. Have you tricked me, where is Gabriel? You will not have my magic.” She said jumping from the bed landing several feet away. When she landed a light blinded them and when they could see again. They all stood in shock, Ericka stood with bright wings expanding eight feet on either side protruding from her back.
Eric moved towards her slowly “Ericka, I am yours without end.” He said exposing his neck to show her the scar that laid there. She lowered her wings and looked at the man before her. He seemed eager for her to understand. She looked at his scar then he moved towards her, she didn’t move just looked at him curiously. He touched the matching scar on her neck and she thought for a moment.
Then everything came pouring back to her and she threw her arms around Eric’s neck and said “And I am yours until the end.” Then they kissed passionately for several long moments until finally Ericka remembered they were not alone.
Her wings vanished as if they were never there and after a few moments Lilliana spoke “You’re an angel?” Ericka smiled
“No, I was an angel for a very long time then I was reborn on earth with instructions to influence the human race in the right direction. While on earth I was to be half angel, half human but then…well you know what happened then.” She was standing very close to Eric and he had is arms around Ericka’s waist. Eric was staring at Sam waiting for his judgment.
“And you two are together now?” Lilliana asked.
“Yes” came from Ericka.
“Good” Said Sam and Eric relaxed.
“Will you mate even though you are finally human again?” asked Sam. Eric looked at Ericka a bit worried.
The three SUV’s and a large van pulled up to the front door of the Den. As people started to flood out of the vehicles one of the witch’s came up to Lilliana, she looked about twenty or so and like the rest of them was very pretty. “Where will we be staying?” She asked.
Lilliana looked at Sam who was now standing next to her. “You and the other women will be staying in the singles hall since you are also not mated. When you find mates you will live with them, if you elect to take them.” Sam said reassuring her.
“What is your name?” Lilliana asked.
“Aria, my name is Aria, I am sorry for attacking you before. But if I hadn’t done as they ordered they would have killed one of us.” Aria said and hung her head.
“I understand you were trying to protect your family. I would do the same if I had to.” Lilliana said encouragingly.
With that they started to head inside. Once inside the witches were directed to go with an older woman named Lisa and they headed to what Lilliana assumed to be the singles hall. But before Aria left her side she said, “Come see me later, I want to talk to you about that ability you and I share.”
Aria looked at her confused at first but then understood. “Yes, whenever you ready. ma’am.”
“Please don’t call me that, call me Lilliana until I tell you otherwise alright.” Lilliana pleaded.
“Ok.” was all Aria said and she ran off to join the other women.
Sam lead Lilliana though the man hall, then the dining room. Everyone they passed bowed and then stared at Lilliana. She walked proudly next to Sam; as they walked out of the dining room into a large hallway Sam stopped in front of a winding stair case. “Our rooms are just up this staircase.” Sam said and motioned her forward. She started to walk up the steps with Sam behind her. Eric and Ericka had followed them this far but left them when they reached the stairs walking farther down the hall. Now walking up the stairs Lilliana started to wonder when they would end. But just then she saw the stairs level out into a hall way and noticed a big set of double doors on one side. She stopped just outside them and waited for Sam. He stepped in front her and opened the door.
Once in the room Lilliana stood in awe, the room they had walked into was a living room with study. Everything was beautiful and expensive, Sam lead her through another set of double doors on right into a bedroom. The bed was a huge four post bed with a tall canopy and gossamer drapes. She walked over to the bed and touched the sheets; they were the softest, fluffiest blankets she had ever felt. She could wait to lie on them and claim Sam on them. She smiled and looked around the room. She found Sam behind the bed in what seemed to be a closet. She walked over and watched Sam as he undressed and put on new clothes.
“And why are you getting dressed.” She asked. She looked him over while she waited for an answer. He now wears black slacks and a blue button down dress shirt, and a pair of dress shoes.
“I have to go to a meeting with the council but I shouldn’t be long.” He turned and looked a Lilliana.
“What will I do while you gone?” She asked sarcastically, but then realized she really doesn’t know what she would do.
Sam seemed to notice and said “You can take a bath or walk out in the gardens or go see the witches or Ericka. Whatever you want to do, oh and I have a surprise for you.” He smiled and headed out of the closet, he opened another door and ushered Lilliana inside. Inside, Lilliana found long rows of women’s clothing, and shoes, bags, basically everything she could ever need as far as apparel went. Then she hear from the door way “Or you could find something to wear to dinner.”
She turned smiling “And what should I wear?” She ask taking of her shoes.
“Whatever you want, you know I think you’re stunning in anything.” He said as she started to remove her shirt. Sam stared with a smirk on his face as she removed her belt, holster and pants.
She then got close to him, “You sure you can’t take a bath with me.” She said pressing her body against his, his arms now rested on her hips and he sunk his head into her neck breathing her in. He kissed the skin there tasting her flesh.
She moved to run a finger over his neck and he shuddered. “You are very persuasive but I must go. You should take a long bath and don’t bother getting dressed, I wouldn’t want to tear up your new clothes.” He said looking into her eyes, she kissed him passionately and he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. He sat her down on the side of the bed and undid her bra letting it fall to the floor. He leaned down and licked at her hard nipple. She arched against him as her fingers found his neck again. A tingle went down his spine and he pushed her back onto the bed.
“I will be back, don’t you dare go anywhere.” Sam said and stormed out of the room. Lilliana lay giggling on the bed for a moment before getting up and heading back towards her closet. She loved that she could rile him up. She picked out a pair of sexy purple bra and underwear and set to finding the bathroom. Which she found next to her closet and opened the door to find a huge bathroom with a large shower and Jacuzzi tub. She found towels in a small closet in the bathroom and turned the water on in the tub. Steam filled the room as hot water filled the bath; she found some feminine washes on the counter and used them in the tub.
Once full she waded into the hot water and turned on the jets. She sunk in and relaxed her whole body letting all her recent problems float away. It had been three and a half months since she sat at the gas station. Now she would use Sam’s resources to get her son back and would never have to worry about it again. Tears rolled down the side of her face as she thought of her son. She wiped the tears from her face as she heard someone come into the room. She stiffened Sam should not be back this quick who could this be. She then heard a small voice from the other side of the bathroom door, but couldn’t quite hear what they were saying.
“I can’t hear you; you can open the door.” she said looking down to make sure she was covered by bubbles. The door opened and Aria walked into the room, but shyly turned her head as she saw Lilliana in the tub.
“Please don’t be shy, I’m not. Come pull up a chair and talk to me, unless you would rather I find a robe and we can go sit in the living room.” Lilliana said smiling.
“No, this is fine I just didn’t want to be rude.” She said pulling a chair over from the wall to sit near Lilliana’s head.
“Good now tell me about your teleporting ability, how do you control it?” Lilliana asked.
“Manly I just think about who or where I want to go and concentrate on it and then I’m there. But you magic is insane, when I tapped into your power to get us all back to the hospital. I felt overwhelmed to the point that after words I passed out. With my magic now that I understand it its easy, your mind controls it and with your power, your mind may be the only thing that holds you back, especially since you have the key. The way I came to understand it, is as energy that flows through the body and when you focus it to do a specific thing it clusters and makes that thing happen and then goes back to circulating through you.” Aria said knowledgeably.
“That makes sense now tell me what else there is to know about magic.” Lilliana said, and Aria went on to tell her about the different types of magic and the different types of witches that use it. And that witches were descendants of angel’s and that’s where the magic comes from. Magic is made up of the four elements earth, wind, water and fire and then there was dark magic that was usually only used by descendants of demons or no origin witches. This means they just picked up the magic through incantation and potions. Lilliana has the potential of all types of magic and that she had to resist the pull from the dark magic.
Forty-five minutes later:
Lilliana had gotten out of the bath, dried off and threw on a robe. She talked with Aria a little more as they walked into living area, Lilliana noticed Sam talking to another large man in the middle of the room and stopped with Aria next to the doors.
“Now I will see you at dinner and tell the other’s to relax they are perfectly safe. And I will talk to them all very soon.” Lilliana looked up to see the two men smiling in her direction and walked over to them.
Sam began “Lilliana this is Fin he’s my second in command.” Lilliana shook his hand and then found him looking at Aria.
“This is Aria.” Lilliana said and Aria put out her hand to shake his but instead he brought it to his lips placing a small kiss there.
He put it back down and asked “Would you mind if I walked with you?”
“I would love that.” Aria said and started walking towards the door, Fin turned and bowed to Sam and Lilliana before turning to join her.
Once they were gone Lilliana turned stroking Sam’s arm before heading back into the bedroom. Sam grabbed her hand and pulled her to him kissing her passionately. Sam undid Lilliana’s robe and slid it off her shoulders and Lilliana started unbuttoning his shirt.
“So you didn’t forget, did you think about me through your entire meeting?” Lilliana asked pushing off his shirt and began working on his pants and belt.
“Yes, but Lilliana you understand that once we start I won’t be able to stop, I will be yours forever. Is this what you want?” Sam asked bringing her eyes up to his.
“Yes Sam, I am yours.” Lilliana said softly and with that he picked her up and carried her over to the bed setting her down. Lilliana finished undoing his pants and let them drop to the floor. She pushed him back so he was leaning against the bed and started kissing down his body until she reached his long shaft. She gripped it in her hand and licked it base to head and heard a quiet groan escape Sam’s lips. She started licking again tasting every inch of him and he moaned louder. When she felt she had licked all of him he positioned her mouth over the head and slowly sucked it into her mouth until she could fit no more. Sam moaned again and she started to slowly suck him in and out of her mouth, gaging as his cock entered her throat again and again. Sam started to moan loudly and placed his hand on her head and Lilliana push him further into her throat. Sam moaned and then Lilliana heard a small growl and Sam yanked her upward throwing her onto the bed.
“You drive me insane woman.” Sam panted. And he immediately buried his face in between her legs and began licking and fingering her. She sat wide eyed for a moment before relaxing to enjoy herself. She moaned loudly as Sam began thrusting his tongue in and out of her core and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. She squirmed and moaned underneath him and he wrapped his arms around her thighs so she could not move. Her hands combed through his hair as he nipped at her swollen nub and then began to lick again; he wanted to taste her cum and flicked it furiously with his tongue. She started panting out moans and Sam finally tasted her sweet juice flow into his mouth. He sat there for a moment licking up the excess and then moved up positioning himself between her legs. Lilliana stared up at him his eyes sparked green and his hair looked muddled. She looked down and admired his gloriously toned body. He looked at her, now her fiery hair splayed across the bed, arms above her head just waiting to be taken, waiting to be claimed.
He leaned down and as he kissed her, he pressed his throbbing member into her awaiting slit. She raised her hips up to take him deeper and Sam slowly began stroking her tight walls, his arm now gripping her back that pinned it to the mattress. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as he found a steady pace and drove deep into her. He started to kiss her neck and shoulders as she breathed heavy moans into his ear.
“Sam, oh god” She whimpered but still he kept his steady pace. He didn’t want to just fuck her; he wanted to make love to her so that she would always remember their mating. She reached an arm down and caressed his back leaving small scratch mark behind. Sam moaned, kissed her passionately and started to quicken his pace.
But Lilliana decided it was her turn, she flipped him over onto his back and then stood up. She motioned for him to sit up against wooden frame and straddled him. She guided his shaft back into her tight pussy. His arms wrapped around her back and she gripped the wooden base board and slowly began to ride him. She kept a slow pace just like he had done but when her nails started to dig into the wood as she came close again. Sam noticed and brought her hands to rest on his shoulders and Sam moaned she dug in, she stopped riding him and started grinding against him finding her sweet spot with his head and rubbed them together. Sam had started to massage her scars again and she nearly screamed she was so close. She touched that sensitive spot on his neck and he groaned.
“Please Lilliana.” Lilliana now nipped at his neck and shoulder panting and moaning, Sam grabbed Lilliana’s hips then and slammed into her, Lilliana screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body, she bit down hard on Sam’s neck and Sam howled in pleasure. Lilliana bit down harder and skin broke under the pressure, she tasted his blood as it seeped from the wounds but Sam only seemed to enjoy it more. She broke from his shoulder to look into his eyes and saw that they were silver.
Suddenly Sam flipped her onto her back threw her legs over one of his shoulders and pounded her hard. Lilliana screamed as she came four more times before she felt him tighten and grow inside of her. Sam laid her legs down on either side of him and leaned down breathing heavy over her left shoulder. He pounded her still but seemed to be waiting for something; Lilliana moved her hair aside and exposed her neck to him and Sam growled and bit down with sharpened teeth. Lilliana felt a twinge of pain but then was over whelmed as she came again, Sam dug his teeth in deeper and she came again, screaming as she felt Sam thrust three more times before spilling his seed deep inside of her.
Sam removed his teeth from Lilliana’s shoulder and licked the wound closed but it still scared. He moved Lilliana’s leg to lay next to her other one and rolled onto his side still buried deep inside of her.
“Oh my god Sam, that was…” Lilliana said but couldn’t finish.
As Sam said, “Amazing.” Lilliana turned to look into his eyes and kissed him lovingly. She tried to turn more so she could look at his shoulder where she bit him but found she wasn’t able to.
‘Why can’t I move?’ She thought.
Then heard Sam say ‘It’s my knot we will be stuck this way for a while.’ Lilliana had been looking right at his mouth but he had not parted his lips. Sam then continued ‘Through the mating we have formed a connection that will now allow us to talk like this,’ Sam was smiling now, ‘and my knot comes from my wolf it is used to ensure pregnancy at the proper time, it’s used to hold the sperm deep inside. But you shouldn’t get pregnant now until winter.”
Lilliana smiled and rolled back over so that he was holding her and relaxed.
It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that she felt Sam move away from her and off of the bed, she stretched and felt their juices start to slid down the inside of her leg. She got up and headed to the bathroom but heard Sam from his closet, “Don’t even think about taking a shower.”
Lilliana smiled as said “Why do you think I bathed beforehand.” She heard Sam laugh and then proceeded to the bathroom once she was done cleaning up she walked over to his closet as he was putting on his shirt she saw her teeth marks bore into his neck and shoulder. “Does it hurt?” she asked walking over to him and kissing it gently.
Sam shivered and said “No but when you touch it like that…do you want to make it to dinner?” Lilliana smiled but then shivered herself as Sam leaned down and kissed her shoulder where he had bit her.
“No I don’t think we need to go anywhere.” Lilliana said and stood on her toes to kiss him. Sam backed her into a dresser and kissed her deeply but then he stopped grabbing onto the sided of the drawers and hung his head.
“I deeply regret that we must go to dinner, my love. It will be my first night back and your first night here, and we must follow tradition.” He sighed.
She lifted his head and kissed him before saying, “I understand, now what should I wear because I think my gun is a little much for dinner.”
Sam laughed and said “Wear something nice but not fancy, I want you to feel confident while being comfortable.” Lilliana smiled and left his closet to go to her own. She looked through the long lines of dresses, shirts, skirts and pants. She couldn’t really find something she wanted to wear for a first impression; she was so used to wearing jeans and a gun that she wasn’t used to this type of thing anymore. So she started with shoes, she always loved heels and it seemed like a good place to start. She walked back near the entrance of her closet and went right into a decent sized room completely filled with shoes and there was a whole section for boots. She got giddy and started to search the room for a pair she wanted to wear tonight. There were sneakers, and slip-on’s, short boots and tall boots and heels lot and lots of heels this is the section she focused on for tonight. But she couldn’t chose, Sam now stood in the door way staring at her.
He then walked over to the boots and pulled out a pair of brown knee high heeled military boots with a small holster attached to the side of one. He handed them to her smiling and said “If you aren’t comfortable and being yourself my people will think something’s up. Relax you are beautiful in everything and I love you.”
She smiled and then asked “So where’s the gun?”
He walked over to a wall and flipped a switch and a panel of shoes opened like double doors displaying an entire wall of guns. Sam smiled and left the room as Lilliana went over and started looking for the gun that fit in the shoe. She loved that he had this for her. But couldn’t dwell on it dinner was in twenty minutes and she had to get dressed. She brought her new boots and gun out to the main closet and set them down, she found some lacy underwear and bra and put them on. She then looked finding a pair of black tight fitting dress pants and her brown belt but left off the holster. Once on she put the boots on over the pants and put the gun in its holster. Now she had to find a shirt, she looked through her collection and stopped at a silk silver shirt that had one side off the shoulder and it tucked in at the waist with short floating sleeves. She put it on and looked in the mirror, she didn’t look too shabby and she was comfortable and confident.
She then headed to the bathroom to brush her hair and put on her jewelry but she wasn’t able to find her key. She walked out of the bathroom to find Sam waiting for her on the couch in the living room.
“Have you seen my key?” Lilliana asked.
“Yes I put it in my safe because I was hoping you would where this instead.” Sam said holding up a small necklace. It was a Jade pendant that sat on an old chain. He walked over and placed it on her neck, “It was my mothers, she died when I was young but I think she would want you to have it.” Sam said fixing Lilliana’s hair. “What’s this?” Sam asked looking at what seemed to be a tattoo on the back of Lilliana’s neck.
“Do you remember Ericka talking about Ogham in the car on the way here?” Lilliana said.
“Yes, its ancient Scottish I think is what she said.” Sam said a little confused.
“Well this tattoo is Ogham, meaning strength I got it when I was young but it has stayed true to me.” Lilliana explained.