His body was soft and firm in all the right places. He was healthy and strong and would stand proudly by his side. Lev increased pressure and speed, and within seconds, his little lover was coming fast and forceful, filling his mouth with such a sweet essence, a lovely, rejuvenating taste that set his heart on fire. After bringing him to a fevered edge, he turned his attention to his tight, pulsing entrance.
Lev pulled Kyle’s jeans down to his knees and then quickly and easily flipped Kyle onto his stomach. He wanted full access to that gorgeous pleasure center. Lev had not seen a more beautiful ass in all his eighty-four years, and it was fitting that it belonged to his mate.
He dove in, lapping at the edges of that tight ring, pressing and stretching, sensitizing the soft tissue, and making his mate moan with the pleasure he was providing. Kyle was a vocal lover, and Lev loved every moment with him. He looked forward to making Kyle scream in ecstatic joy and thrash in a tumultuous frenzy.
His wolf was rising to the surface once again; his rough need for satisfaction and the rampant desire that was coursing through him made controlling the beast nearly impossible. Kyle responded to the forceful nature of his lovemaking by spreading his legs further apart and thrusting backward, giving Lev clear and active access. Kyle was a true wildcat, even if he appeared tame and reserved upon first contact.
Lev ate away at the tight circle, loosening and lubricating, preparing his mate for conquest. The act was dizzying, and Lev could see his life broadening and filling with the greatest loveknown to paranormal existence. He moved to free his own cock, stroking and readying it to fill his mate.
****
Kyle was losing his mind. The night air was filled with arousal and sex and the sounds of two bodies coming together. He could not get enough of this powerful man and his masterful way of getting everything he wanted. Thankfully, they were on the same page, giving and taking and meeting one another’s needs perfectly.
This was insane, he knew that, and he may regret everything tomorrow, but for right now, he could not stop himself from indulging in everything this gorgeous beast was giving to him. The heat of his mouth was making him shake, leaving him dazed and unsteady. Then he steadied him, holding him fast, and then suddenly he was filled, rammed tight with an enormous, hot, throbbing cock.
Kyle was hard as a rock and leaking onto the ground, while this man tore him up in the most amazing way. Sensations delicious and mind-numbing raged through him, and every nerve was on fire. It was so extreme, so ferocious, and yet felt earnest and passionate. The emotions conveyed were warm. It was a stark contrast, but it was how it felt.
This beast of a man, with wild hair, a fierce gaze, and sharp claws, was treating him like a precious treasure. The thought brought a brief smile to Kyle’s lips, but the intense passion of the act was tearing ardent moans and explosive screams from his tight lips. There was no time to smile, only toexperience and to live this moment to its fullest. Delirium was starting to take over and his vision blurred.
The climax hit like a thunderclap, and a raging sense of completeness rushed through him. Kyle came with stream after stream of his seed soaking into the ground beneath him. He nearly blacked out and struggled to process the intensity of the feelings and his own reactions.
Then there was the bite, the man grabbed him while still fully seated inside him, and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Kyle's shoulder at the base of his neck. It was painful at first, but only for a second, and then it shattered into the sharpest of sensitivities, engulfing his senses in the most amazing of encounters. To say it was thrilling was an understatement; he shook and cried out... for more.
It was as if they were one body and one experience. He could feel the heart of the beast coursing through him, and the mind so chaotic and rampant, touching his own and making perfect sense.
“Mine.” Came the declaration, a deep and rough sound that was nearly a growl, but the word rang clear in Kyle's heart and mind. The beast held him firm and secure, and gradually Kyle felt his awareness slipping away and darkness taking him under.
****
Kyle lay in the soft grass with his jacket rolled and tucked under his head. The sun was starting to break the dawn, but it was still dark in the woods. He was waking slowly and filled with an expectant confusion, anxious and disoriented.
He was dressed, but he remembered the night before; it was coming back to him, a small piece at a time, wild and frenzied. Then he heard the commotion approaching, and suddenly he was fully awake.
Three men were walking toward him. “Hey, you okay over there?” One of them called out to him. He didn't know if they were hunters or hikers. They carried no gear apart from one, who held a rifle. Kyle scrambled to get to his feet, not completely trusting their intent.
“Yeah, I must have fallen asleep.” Kyle was trying to clear his mind and calm down. “I was hiking and taking pictures last night and grew tired.” He explained.
"The Aveline Forest is no place to be falling asleep." One of them chastised. "It's dangerous out here. Don't ever come out here alone this place will mess with your head." Truer words had never been spoken.
Kyle nodded and grabbed his Pack and threw it over his shoulder. "It's a strange place, I will give you that," Kyle mumbled and turned to leave.
"Can you find your way out? Do you need help?" They were insistent, but Kyle was sure he knew his way back to the parking area. They didn't seem threatening, but Kyle didn't want to take chances. The sooner he put them behind him, the better.
"I'm okay." He told them. "I know the way." They nodded but didn't look completely convinced. Kyle walked away, but he could feel their eyes upon him for quite some time. The men didn’t say who they were or why they were in the woods. It may have been that they, too, were searching for the falls. Kyle didn't want to mention it, considering his promise to John.
They didn't make an issue with him, so who they were or what they were doing was not his business. As he walked quickly,wanting out of the woods as soon as possible, the events of the night came back to him in small, emotionally packed moments.
His body literally hummed with the memory of his touch. His name was Lev, and he was Alpha of the Wilder Pack. Sweat covered Kyle’s body, and he trembled with the pent-up energy suddenly filling him. He tossed his Pack in the back seat and slid behind the wheel. Once he was seated and started his car, he took a deep breath. Kyle stared out at the tree line, and the massive forest beyond, and the thoughts came rushing at him sharp and vivid.
Was it real? Did he dream this man and the feelings now bombarding him? Did he fall and hit his head? All these considerations came to him as he tried to understand what had happened to him.
He had been asleep, dead asleep, until he heard those men approaching, and there was no one there with him. The Aveline Forest was living up to its reputation for being haunting and mystical.
He pulled out of the lot and headed home. He needed a bath, a proper rest, and maybe a good stiff drink. The night had been. . . unbelievable, and he would need some time to figure it out. The man so wild and magnificent was he real, or was he a very vivid dream formed in the dark of a mystical forest? He made it home quickly, eager to get inside his apartment and try to process the night.
His neighbor to his left, Mr. Roberts, waved to him when he got off the elevator and headed to his apartment door. "Out late last night." He said with a knowing smile.
"Getting some pictures of the full moon," Kyle said with a forced smile. He was lying; he was pretty sure he hadn't gotten any pictures last night. He entered his apartment and locked thedoor behind him. It felt good to be in the safety and security of his home.
