He froze, watching her. She relaxed onto him a little at a time, reaching between them to rub the base of his cock, the part she couldn’t quite get all the way inside her, and she explored the flesh there, an inch at a time. He groaned, the sound incredibly sexy. She abandoned his cock and went for his mouth, kissing him, taking his lips and his tongue like he’d taken hers, going up and down on his thickness, working it inside her a little at a time. He worked her thighs with his hands but otherwise stayed still. She sat up again, eyes on him, and rubbed her clit, moving up and down on his cock. Canyon put his hands behind his head and watched her, a predatory smileon his face. Lost in the moment, she studied his rugged beauty and masculine perfection.
“What's your name?” he asked.
“Sage,” she breathed, letting her eyes fall closed, her body alive and blissful.
“Sage,” he repeated. “Pretty. Like you.”
She jerked and came hard, pleasure flooding through her, making her stiffen. He growled his approval and held her hips in place, timing controlled mini-thrusts with her pleasure. She shuddered and spasmed and finally melted onto his chest, pulling off of him, her muscles relaxed to jelly. She rolled off him onto the couch, feeling like she didn’t exist. Her body was soft and floaty. She lay slack, unable to form a thought or move coherently. She melted into the fabric and may have drooled a little.
Canyon stood. He bent and got her in a bridal carry and picked her up. Liquidly, she curled into his chest, and he carried her to the bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and she sank into it, blissed out. Canyon pounced on her, then lay behind her, making her the little spoon. Cock in hand, he slid it through her wetness, making her cry out as it dragged across her most sensitive skin, then he plunged it inside her.
Her body came back online. She shuddered and remembered her name and what she was doing and who she was doing it with. She pressed back into Canyon, able to take a bit more of him now.
“Sexy,” he said, and he got down to business, putting some rhythm into his strokes, kissing her neck and shoulders, then massaging them, then kissing them, then massaging them more. He gathered all her hair in a ponytail and yanked her head back, kissing the side of her neck, while he took her from behind with finesse and skill, never thrusting fully into her,but exploring just how far he could take her. Pleasure spooled inside her, promising another orgasm.
“Yes,” she panted, arching her back. “Yes, Canyon.”
He froze, his cock still inside her and she realized that he’d never told her his name. Panic threatened and she beat it back, grinding on him, him, holding her breath.
He thrust into her all at once, hard and deep, and then he withdrew, hooking an arm around her, and slamming back inside. She cried out in pain and dug her nails into his thigh. He grunted and relaxed his grip, and his next thrust was not as hard.
With an arm wrapped around her, he put his mouth directly up against her ear and whispered, “I never told you my name.”
Entirely vulnerable, Sage had no choice but to tell him the truth in that moment. In their position, he would certainly scent even the smallest lie.
Limited truth spilled out of her. “I know who you are. I’ve even had a little crush on you, I guess. I saw your picture in the Serenity Gazette when you got inducted into the special response team, and I watched when WQLF-TV interviewed you and your brother about Serenity’s cyber-crimes unit. I thought you were sexy the first time I saw you and I was only pretending not to know you when we met in the grocery store.”
She held perfectly still. He’d stopped thrusting while she spoke, but he hadn’t pulled out.
“What’s your last name?” he said.
“White,” she said automatically. She wasn’t supposed to talk to thevodat all, but if she was detained by one, she wasn’t supposed to lie about her name. Others carried an emergency drink to instantly change their scent to human whenvodwere around, but Sage didn’t even have to do that.
Canyon slid deep inside her and she gasped, and then he drew out some, only giving her what he knew she could handle. He picked up speed, but something had changed. He felt more wary now, and there were no more punishing thrusts, plus no noises or murmurs from him. Sage tried to stay quiet, but pleasure coiled inside her and she couldn’t. She cried out quietly every time he thrust in. Eventually, he relaxed behind her, and his grip around her body turned into more of a hug than a capture. Time seemed to split and disintegrate, until there was nothing left but the pleasure of Canyon’s touch. He held a hand to her clit and she covered it. He wrapped her hand around his cock with the tip still inside her, then he thrust deep and took her fingers back to her clit, pressing her against herself. She thrust forward, leveraging Canyon’s body against her own to find the perfect angle until a powerful orgasm gripped her. Deep waves of bliss swept through her, intensely pleasurable and she cried out. Canyon slowed his speed.
“Fucking hot as shit. Come all over me,” he rasped.
Sage’s last waves of pleasure relaxed her fully, making her body blissful. She melted into the mattress, while behind her, Canyon whipped his shirt off, wiped his face with it, and tossed it aside, never missing a thrust. Sage ran her hands over his thighs. The man was built like a boxer, with thick muscles like braided steel cable.
“About to come,” he said, his thrusts even and focused. “You on the pill?”
Sage was not. “Yes,” she lied having no idea why that word spilled from her lips and not caring. If he cared, he would scent the lie and pull out. He couldn’t get her with young becausefoxenandwolvencould not mate. Allfoxenknew that. Something inside her whispered she was part-human as well, but she ignored it, becausewolvenrarely were able toimpregnate humans, even if they tried. That’s what she’d been taught in school.
Canyon turned everything up a notch, thrusting faster and harder and she had to hold on for her life. She forced a hand between them so he couldn’t get deep enough to hurt her, and she let herself be railed like she’d never been before and never would be again.
He thrust deep one last time, stiffened and moaned. His body spasmed and warmth spread through her. Canyon relaxed fully, curled behind her, still inside her. Sage lay motionless, feeling worn out and reset. Her mind floated and her body did, too, and she may have drifted into sleep… …. A small snore roused her. Canyon was asleep, his almost-flaccid penis falling out of her. She didn't know how to feel about him falling instantly asleep, so she got up stealthily, meaning to go to the bathroom, her mind in overdrive.
She’d had sex with Canyon Wheeling! She’d fucked avodvod! She’d fucked avodvodand she’d let him come inside her! Deardeae, she could never tell a soul.
She looked at Canyon’s broad back as she tiptoed away from the bed, glancing back, then stopping in mid-stride. Canyon’srenqua,on the back of his left shoulder. She tip-toed forward, studying it. In his human form, the markings were black, like a tattoo, but she’d seen pictures of Canyon in wolf form, and then the circle and lines were orange, almost like a bit of fox fur, which made the male even more fascinating. She reached out and touched the marking gently. He didn’t move. She ran her fingers over it, wonderingly, remembering his prophecy. This simple prophecy fascinated her, and was easy to remember, especially while tracing the black ball and three black lines streaking away from it on one side with her fingers.
‘A comet with a three-lined tail marks this wolf as key to Serenity’s protection and unification.’
67—Gift from the Wolf
Sage woke up slowly, her body blissful, her mind calm. She and Canyon had spent three days and nights together in the hotel, not discussing anything real or important, but only ordering in, eating, sleeping, fucking, showering together, and watching TV. They’d never left the room, and never even put clothes on. She’d ignored her family as much as possible, pretending they didn’t exist, and that she was a human female, on her honeymoon with her human husband, and they were about to leave the state.
Light streamed around the curtains, illuminating the now-familiar bedroom inside the penthouse suite at WyldeWoode Waystation Hotel. The decor was masculine, with cream walls, leather furniture, and forest green accents, but what she found most interesting were the paintings on the walls. With her head still on the pillow, her eyes mostly closed, she studied the large painting opposite the bed. It depicted a pack of wolves in a forest, entering a pond, some swimming across, but what exited the other side, wet and dripping, were naked men, only the backs of their bodies visible. The painting seemed to depict azyanya, thevodritual after a member of the pack died.
