“Promises, promises,” I told her. Then I gave her ass a little playful slap and pulled out of her. Sitting back on my ankles, I examined myself. I was still hard.
She turned around, and looked too. “Mind if I climb on?”
I wanted to spread my legs out, sit more comfortably, but she didn’t give me a chance. She straddled me. And looking me in the eye, she rode me. I helped a little, holding her by the waist--but really--she fucked us both. At first, I was just amused by her serious expression, and the little kisses she kept leaning forward to place on my jaw.
“You gonna work at this or are you just playing, because you know this is hard on my knees.” By then, I was starting to hurt a little. I thought about laying her down on her back.
She kept her up and down rhythm, but didn’t seem to be concentrating much on that. She said, “You know, the water is getting cold.”
“I know, it’s spraying my back.”
Fera has a very nice set of teeth, a pretty smile. She giggled, asking me this riddle, “How hot can you be when one side of you is freezing cold?”
“I dunno. Let’s see.” My helping hands got a little more aggressive. And, apparently, that position worked much better for her than the other one did. Who would have thought that my lupus lover couldn’t get off in the doggy position?
Making her reach orgasm, listening to her little moans of pleasure as she’s going for it, and feeling the spasms inside her body, clamping around my shaft...makes me hotter than hell. I don’t care that I’d already gotten off. I put her on the floor and finished my business again. Then I collapsed on top of her.
God knows how long we lay like that. But there finally came a point when she jabbed me in the ribs, and reminded me, “You said something about catching a plane.”
Did I mention that?
Hood had arranged for some travel, and promised me a job within Lobos. Not in sales. At the moment, my job was to companion his sister, to educate her a little on how the world outside of Pack City worked.
I kept going back to that. If he trusted me with his sister, then...I should trust him, right? But I knew Hood had some incongruities between his personal agenda and Lobos International’s agenda--because he’d allowed me all that computer access. That kept bothering me. Was he trusting me, or setting me up for a bigger fall? Maybe...to make himself look like the real hero of the day.
After all, he’d staged things, my stealing Fera from Pack City, to look like he was spearheading the hunt. He’d arranged for a several city tour of the world. But he’d already warned me that they’d be a jump behind us. And that he might manage to slip the pack and meet up with us, see how things were going, that sort of thing.
“Yeah.” I told Fera, “We need to rinse off and get moving.”
“What’s a plane like?” She’d seen them flying overhead. And I guess Kayty had taken her to the airport, but Fera had never been on one. “Is it scary?”
“Not really.” I got up, held out a hand to her, and then we both stepped into that damn icy spray. We made quick work of the rinse-off, let me tell ya.
And then I rubbed her down with a towel, gave her a quick pat down, kissed her feminine curls. Fera wrapped her fingers around my head and held me to her. So, I put my arms around her, and held on, too.
It’s moments like those, between the sex and the talking, that make me feel like...well, like I’m home. Like that’s where I’m supposed to be.
But I can’t have my face near her crotch for long without a reaction. I swear it’s the new DNA. Or flashbacks to the shake. I dunno which, but
fuck
.
I had to plant another kiss there on her pubic bone. She let out a little moan. Just a little, “Mm.” So, I put another one beside it. And that was it. My tongue snaked out, tasting her clean skin, seeking something more--that fluid that my nose smelled--her inner juices. Before long, I had her backed up against a wall, legs spread, and I was delving deeper. Suckling with nose pushes against her pubis, grinding my teeth a little as I reached farther in with my tongue.
She came while I did that, but I kept licking and sucking. I wanted all her juice.
That’s one of the things about Fera. I can’t get enough of her. And she lets me do what I need to do. She doesn’t push me away. In fact, she draws me inside of her, welcomes me, spreads her legs and holds on. How can I not love her?
When I finally quit, she laughed down at me. “You need to wash your face. I’m not kissing you until you do.” But then she planted a peck on my forehead and helped me up.
I washed my face in the sink. I had dripped dry by then, but the licking I’d done for her, knowing I’d made her come, that had gotten me ready again. I swear, I feel like a fucking rutting pig. I decided to not mention it. We needed to get dressed.
Fera had never worn clothes. So, going into the bedroom, looking through the closet, I was a little frustrated. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that little problem. My stuff would fall off of her.
She padded around the bedroom while I said, “I can go get something for you. I won’t be long.” I pulled clothes on pretty quick. It was a little tough to get my pants done up with a stiff.
“You’ll come back?”
I looked over at her. “Of course I’ll come back.” But I thought about the time I’d spent contemplating just that.
She could see I was having trouble buttoning up my pants. “Let me help.”
Okay, this is funny. Remember, Fera had never had hands before. She’d been doing pretty well with basics. But buttons are a little tougher. Before long, she was on the floor, making hard work of it. I knew I could have done it ten times faster. But she was so intent, I just moved my hands out of the way. Well, she slapped them away.
The thing was, her breath right there wasn’t helping. The more she sighed over her task, and her fiddling fingers brushed against my skin, the more I thought, she’s going to unman me.
Finally, she undid the one or two buttons she had managed to get done and said, “These are too tight. You need something looser.” Matter of fact, just like that.
“What I need is to relieve the damn pressure again. I swear, Fera. I wasn’t made for this.”
“For what?”
“My libido being in overdrive. It’s...unnatural.” I said it without thinking.
The reproach in her eyes didn’t leave me guessing much. She was hurt over my choice of words. Or maybe the truth behind it.
She said, “Well, maybe you won’t be like this for long.”
“I’ve been a fucking werewolf for over a year now. It never quits. I swear, all the DNA pooled right there.”
I slid the pants down. I mean, I couldn’t get them buttoned as is. Maybe I could find some sweats?
Before I could get them off my ankles, Fera said, “There are worse places.”
I laughed. “Yeah? Like where?’
She blinked. Then she said, “I don’t know. Maybe your feet?”
I looked at her. “And then what do you think the side effect would be? I’d take off running, never stop running?”
“Maybe it didn’t pool there because you were already a runner. You didn’t need help there.”
That implied that I had, at some point, needed help in the crotch and snatch department. I shook my head. “Where’d you come up with that?” I squeezed myself, and asked, “Does this look like it ever needed help?”
“I never saw it...before. How do I know?” She was annoyed. She got up off the floor and walked out of the room.
I yelled after her, “So...you’re not going to help me with it this time?”
“You don’t need any help with that, remember?”
Swearing, I kicked the pants off and followed her. “You know what...
Princess
?”
She’d climbed up onto the sofa, pulled a blanket around her, and was sniffing it, checking it out, rubbing the satin trim between her fingers. She wouldn’t look at me.
“You know what?” I repeated.
“What?”
I think I’d been about ready to brag about my groupies.
But she was a little caught up in the wonder of a blanket on her skin. She rubbed her cheek against the material on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, forgetting our conversation, I think, and asked, “Can I take this with us?”
“Sure. Have it.” Frustrated, I put my hands on my hips and told her, “We’re not going anywhere if we don’t get dressed.”
She blinked up at me.
“They don’t let nudists on the plane, Fera.”
“Let’s just stay here, then.”
I grunted, or growled. Made a noise, anyway, and turned my back. “We can’t.”
A box and a duffle bag sat on the table by the door. I had locked the door. Hood was the only one with a key besides me. Yeah. Talk about invasion of privacy. That had to have happened while we were in the bathroom. I muttered, “Dirty son of a bitch.”
That meant the bitches were a lot closer than they were supposed to be. Or, at least, that was how I took it. Hood was supposed to be leading them in the other direction, so they wouldn’t hinder our getaway. I had to wonder, had he left the items, whatever they were, or given someone else information about Fera and me?
Very slowly, I moved toward them, a sense of dread filled me up. “Fera. We need to get out of here.”
She picked up on my intensity, because she got up, with the blanket still around her--guess she was warming up from the cold shower--and came toward me. “Why? What are you worried about?”
The box was gift wrapped, had her name on it in a bold scrawl. I thought, if Hood signed it, she’s going to start asking questions. Surely she would recognize her own brother’s handwriting?
I asked, “Do you read?”