“Ah. If you wanted, you could get involved with the pack kids. Teach a class, or coach basketball or something. There’s always a need for more adults to take a roll.”
He didn’t say anything and she tugged her gaze from his pebbled nipple back up to his eyes, worried by what she’d find.
Warmth. Acceptance. Happiness.
“It means a lot that you would offer that.”
Surprised, she leaned in and kissed him. “Whatever role you might choose to take, I have full confidence you would do some good in people’s lives. But I don’t say that to pressure you into taking any role, if you don’t want to.”
“It’s probably too late for me to just go back to my cabin and pretend no one outside of it exists except to offer obstacles on my trips to the store.”
“Probably.” She smiled as she pulled his nipple between her thumb and finger, gave it a little twist.
“And online friends are nice and all, but turns out actually talking to people is kind of nice, too.”
“Mm, hmm. And touching people,” she added, teasing her fingers through the hair on his chest.
“That’s nicer with some more than others, but yeah. I’d read about it, the whole werewolf touch thing, but I didn’t really believe it.”
She started to nod, then frowned. “Read about it?”
He blew out a breath. “Oops.”
“You’d already been on the website.”
“Well, yeah. Are you mad?”
“Nope.” She explored the contours of his abs, tickled lightly along his side, as he’d done to her leg earlier. Every muscle in his stomach tightened delightfully. She explored his hipbone, prodding at it with her thumb, then smoothing it with her fingertips. She had to scoot down a little bit to reach farther and encircled his half-hard penis with her fingers, her grip as light as she could make it. He grunted, reached down and closed his hand over hers.
She hid her smile in the sheets, watched, enthralled, as his larger hand covered hers, slid her hand up and down his length. Feeling him harden beneath her, his hand guiding hers, was amazing. She fixed the pillow under her head better, so she could watch without straining her neck.
His breathing picked up, and so did hers, as they both watched their stroking hands. She pressed her thighs together to try to relieve the renewed need there. He gave her hand a squeeze, then pulled his away. She kept sliding hers up and down, but he used his to urge her chin up for a kiss. Happy to oblige, she lost herself in the rhythm of stroking him and being kissed by him, the hardness versus the softness. He was fully erect now and she caught a bead of pre-cum from the tip, smoothed it down over the shaft.
He growled and she knew she had no more time to indulge, gave him a good squeeze before he pulled free, rolled on top of her, urging her higher up onto the pillows. His mouth came back to her and she pulled his lip between her teeth, gave a little nip. He responded by tweaking her nipple until she gasped, freeing his lip. His fingers slid into her, two of them twisting within, testing her readiness. She bucked up to meet them, ready for more.
Pulling free of her grasping hands, he kneeled up between her legs, grabbed her ankles and brought them out to her sides, bending her nearly in half. She was spread wide open and they both watched as his cock met her entrance, slowly disappeared inside. He pushed her legs back more and she cried out as he rubbed against her insides in all the best ways. She clenched her muscles tight when he began to pull out, and he groaned. Then, it was all she could do to hang on, to take what he gave her. She put her hands above her head, braced against the wall as he pounded in, gave her everything he had, took her hard and fast and completely. She cried out, her neck arching back as she tried to process the delicious release, so much, too much, so right. So very right.
He released her legs, came down to her as the orgasm powered through him. She held his head in her hands, kissed him with everything she felt, everything she needed to give him. Gave him her love. She felt their connection, a fraction of what it would be with a mate, but a gift she treasured nonetheless. She stilled a moment, hoping he wouldn’t get scared, wouldn’t pull back.
His kiss intensified, and she relaxed, giggling with joy as she wrapped her arms around her man.
They slept tangled together, then took a hot shower that woke her up in all the right ways.
“I need food,” she groaned, pulling on her clothes when he’d retrieved their bags from downstairs. “Lots and lots of food. How far do you think it is from somewhere with food?”
He smiled at her. “Hillary promised it’s only ten minutes away.”
“Whew.”
A short trip to the local diner got them breakfast, followed by a grocery run to get them through the rest of their stay. They didn’t have much time together and she preferred to spend it at the cabin, not at restaurants where they had to watch what they talked about. And be fully clothed.
When they’d put the groceries away, she suggested a run in the woods. “Actually, this reminds me. I gave the info about your bad guys to one of my people to monitor. They haven’t reported back with any issues, so I assume everything is good. Have you been keeping track, too?” she asked as they surveyed the woods from the cabin’s porch. Nothing concerned her, so she began to undress.
“Yes. One of them tried a new email address, thinking I couldn’t monitor him that way, but I quickly disabused him of the idea. Other than that, they’ve kept out of trouble.”
He pulled her into his arms when they were naked, kissed her hard.
“Are you worried,” she asked softly, not sure what he was thinking about.
