“I can answer them later. For now, I’m done talking. I’m more interested in getting into that tight pussy again.”
“But Seamus and Connor—”
“Are out of the house for the day.”
Before long, I’m fully naked, with Dorian controlling my movements as I slide up and down his cock, occasionally wincing at the twinge of soreness. Sore or not, he feelsreallygood. The way he gazes at me with reverence makes me feel like the most powerful woman in the world; the way he rubs his thumb over my clit makes my toes curl with pleasure. I gasp and moan and whimper as I ride him, digging my nails into his skin so hard it’s a wonder I don’t draw blood.
I fuck myself on his cock until I shatter around him, jerking and crying out loudly as I come. He follows not long after me, groaning from deep in his throat.
In the aftermath, we hold each other, and I come to a very startling realization; I like being held by him so much that I don’t want to stop.Not now, maybe notever.
I’m at serious risk of actually falling in love with this monster of a man.
Despite my many, many protests, Dorian comes with me when I head up the mountain to see my pack. We park in my usual place in a small, hidden dirt parking lot, and hike up to where my wolf pack usually hangs out, near their den. I hope they don’t maul me as well as Dorian for daring to bring an outsider.
Once we get to the clearing where I usually find the alpha, I take Dorian’s hand and lead him to the oak tree where the alpha and I often sit side by side.
“Where are they?” Dorian asks, looking around, attempting to peer through the darkness. “I can barely see anything. Why can’t we use a flashlight, again?”
I set my backpack on the forest floor. “No flashlights. We’re in their territory; I try to respect their animal nature. On clear nights, the moonlight is plenty enough to see.”
“It’s not a clear night,” Dorian points out. “I can barely see—”
A low growl to the left of us cuts him off. I recognize the growl as belonging to the alpha; it’s loud and menacing, a clear warning for us to get off his territory. He hasn’t growled at me like that for quite some time, so I assume it’s Dorian’s scent that’s throwing the wolf and making him defensive.
I squeeze Dorian’s hand, warning him to remain silent. I told him what to do and expect on our way up here, though I stillthoroughlydisagree with his presence. “It’s me,” I tell the alpha, searching thedarkness to try to get a glimpse of him. Slowly, I unzip my backpack and withdraw the container of cookies. My movements earn me a much louder, much more threatening growl, but I persevere. I uncap the container, grab a cookie, and gently toss it in the direction where the growling stems from. Abruptly, the growling cuts off. A few moments of daunting, hair-raising silence pass, before I hear paws crunching the dead leaves of the forest floor.
The alpha comes into view, eyes narrowed and ears high. His jaw works as he eats my offered cookie. His gaze fixes on me, and his ears perk with recognition, but when he looks at Dorian, they flatten against his head and he growls again.
Praying to whatever higher power exists that I haven’t made a colossal mistake by coming here and bringing another human with me, I pull Dorian close, rubbing my hand up and down his arm.
“This is my friend,” I say, hoping the alpha realizes that Dorian’s no threat because he’s here with me. We’re near the alpha’s den, which means we’re near the pups of the pack, which makes bringing a stranger even more dangerous. Wolves are extremely protective of their young.
Slowly, I sink down to my knees. Dorian follows suit, and we both showcase our submission to the alpha. The wolf’s growls slow down, then cut off completely. He’s still snarling, showing us a flash of yellow teeth as a warning.
I hold out the container with cookies, inviting him to take as many as he wants. Usually, I’m careful with how many treats I give him, but tonight, I’m willing to cater to this wolf’s whims if it means he doesn’t maul Dorian to death.
The alpha takes a step forward, sniffing the air. When he catches Dorian’s scent, he releases another bone-chilling growl. His posture goes from defensive to a crouch that announces he’s gearing to attack.My heart pounds with such vigor I’m afraid it might beat out of my chest, and fear curdles the blood in my veins.
On instinct, I shuffle forward, snagging the alpha’s attention. This wolf knows me, he’s claimed me as a member of his pack; I helped his mate bring their beautiful pups into the world. I can get him to settle down.
As soon as I’m a few feet away from Dorian, the alpha calms, and that’s when the realization hits me. He wasn’t growling and gearing to attack because he perceived Dorian as a threat to him, he was doing that because he perceived Dorian as a threat to me, or perhaps as a contender for the alpha’s claim over me. The wolf breaches the distance between us, cookies forgotten, and butts his head into my shoulder. I stroke my fingers through his fur, murmuring and cooing to him, assuring him that I accept his claim. When he’s settled enough that his fur’s no longer standing on end, I give him a stroke over his muzzle.
“Shuffle forward slowly, Dorian,” I murmur. “Veryslowly.”
Silently, Dorian follows my instructions. The alpha tenses, his eyes switching over to watch Dorian carefully, but he doesn’t growl or adopt an attacking stance again. Over the course of several minutes, I encourage Dorian closer and closer, keeping a careful eye on the alpha’s demeanor to gauge whether I’m pushing too far.
When Dorian’s directly beside me and the wolf, I take his hand in mine and gently guide it forward. The alpha watches, eyes narrowed, teeth slightly bared. I know I’m risking both of our fingers, but since Dorian insisted on coming, I either have to get the alpha to accept him or hope to god we can run fast enough to escape a pack of angry wolves.
The alpha sticks his nose in the air, inhaling my scent combined with Dorian’s. He releases a low chuff, licking his lips.Not great, not terrible.
“This is my friend,” I tell the wolf. He can’t understand me, but he’ll catch the cadence of my words and the energy behind them. I hope. “He’s very nice, and he wanted to meet you, since you’re also an important friend.” I rub my thumb over Dorian’s knuckles. The alpha inhales deeply again, nostrils flaring. His attention focuses on us, alert and watchful but no longer threatening. His head leans forward until his glimmering teeth are a mere few inches away from Dorian and I’s hands. After a moment, he chuffs again and turns around. His head tilts back and he releases a low howl, communicating something to his pack.
I hope to hell he’s not telling them to attack.
Only a second passes before the faint noises of rustling sound from all around me, and several wolves emerge into the clearing. They all approach the alpha for direction. Some pause to paw at me or chuff at me in greeting, but Dorian goes largely ignored, thank god. The alpha turns his attention back to the container of cookies.
“You’re in the clear,” I breathe, relieved. “He gets it, I think. He won’t hurt you.” If the alpha was going to attack, he would’ve done it by now.
