Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves) (5 page)

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Kate

I didn’t know what I was expecting, but a log cabin the size of New York outside the main strip of town wasn’t it. Stepping inside was like walking into an upscale ski resort’s lobby. Browns and greens, wood and stone of varying hues greeted me, wrapping me in warmth. I easily pictured myself cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book on a cold, winter night.

Moving down a short hallway, the end was a
magnificent kitchen and dining room. A huge slab of honey granite atop a pine island dominated the kitchen. I thought for certain pine and honey were too close in color to pair, but it worked beautifully.

“Who cooks?”
I asked, studying the space.

“My parents
think they’re the next Ina and Bobby. I got none of their culinary skills.” She chuckled.

“What about Jerry?”

“Grilled cheese is the extent of his cooking know-how. His mom passed a couple years ago, and his daddy is about as useful as he is in the kitchen.”

“Where do your parents live?”

“A couple miles down the road.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I
circled the room, marveling at the attention to detail within the wood. Everything was uniform, exquisite; it looked more like custom work than a Home Depot buy.

When she didn’t answer right away, I faced her. She was watching me closely.

“Our pack struggles with fertility.”

As a woman, I didn’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t have kids. It’s easy when you’re young to just assume any woman can bear children. It’s what we were created to do, right? Not so much. In my topic one week, I had to research if this was a new
issue affecting women of this generation or if it was an issue throughout history only coming into public discussion now.

It was the latter.

I wasn’t running to get pregnant, but I hoped to be a mother one day.

“Do you want kids?” I watched for her reaction.

Ellie pursed her lips, considering me. “I think I need a hot shower and a shot of whiskey before I get into that one. Join me?”

I bit my lower lip, looking at the blonde Barbie. We were both girls, we had the same things, but hers were packaged
far better than mine.

Noting my uncertainty, she took charge. She grabbed my hand, hefted my bag she’d retrieved
last minute from my car back at the shop along with my purse, and led me upstairs.

The staircase wound upwards and opened to a loft that acted as a second sitting room. A stone fireplace, like the one downstairs, made
it cozier.

She escorted me to the left. Opening the double doors, my jaw dropped at the massive master bedroom.
The furniture matched the overall design; it was the rich accents that took it to an untouchable luxury level. A large bed of logs with four tall timber posts dominated the space. A thick, lush comforter with a muted palate of off-white against a pale caramel-colored, floral pattern added to the posh elegance. I wanted so bad to crawl into the center of the bed and snuggle beneath the covers. It was one of those beds you knew by looks alone it would be heaven to sleep on.

Ellie dropped my overnight bag and purse by a nine-drawer dresser across from the bed. She reached for me and tugged me into her embrace.

My heart took off again. My body tingled to life as she pressed herself flush to me. She was a few inches taller than me, minus heels; the difference gave her leverage, allowed her to touch me right where I needed to become putty in her hands…places that I never knew could be erogenous, like the simple grazing of my hips.

Why am I letting this happen?

With one swift jerk, Ellie freed my hair. Once cascading over my shoulders, she threaded her fingers through my strands.

Pulling back a little, she tucked my hair behind my ears. “Your heart is racing,” she stated.

Is it beating that loud or is her hearing that good?

She met my gaze. “What are you afraid of, Kitty?” Gingerly, she trailed a finger over my bustling heart.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” I whispered. The admission left my lips before I could overanalyze her question. The statement left me in awe of the idea that I was open to this.

Her blue eyes softened, encouraging me to let down my guard. “I know.”

“I…” I bit my bottom lip as I looked away from her. She shifted, prompting me to focus on her slim figure, the way it moved with purpose and grace. “I’m not built like you. I’m not a blonde bombshell with a immaculate body. I have flaws and fat and…” I frowned, searching for the right word.

“Look at me.” Her command came as a growl. She cupped my cheeks, masterfully making me face her. “So someone put too much sand in your hourglass; I happen to love it. And if you can love my body
just the way it is, why can’t I love yours just the way it is too?”

I considered her, mulled over her words. They seemed too much like a fantasy turned reality, what you always dreamed someone would tell you and then they finally did. Beyond that though, how did she, as a stranger, know me so well to know what to say
to shut me up?

She
implored me. “Trust me, Kitty.” At the last minute, she added, “Please.”

I swallowed hard, trying not to cower.
“Kate.”

“Kate?” Her brows dipped slightly.

I nodded once. “My name is Kate.”

Her lips pursed their way into a smile. “I prefer Kate.” Her eyes twinkled
as she leisurely took me in. “It suits you.” She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, a space no less opulent than the bedroom.

Nickel fixtures appeared elegantly rustic against the slate floor,
honey granite counters and pebbled shower. It was dark and light, feminine and masculine, strong, yet not overpowering. The one unexpected touch was the small clutter of vanity products on the left side of the counter. It made the room slightly less intimidating.

Ellie left me to turn on the shower. Jets sprayed water in every direction. Steam quickly made the air sticky with humidity
, reminding me of the thick Miami heat. Before me, she stripped off her shirt before sliding out of her jeans. Dainty curves filled her bra and panties.

My body began to heat, anticipating her show.

Reaching back, she released her bra and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts barely moved, standing beautifully high as soft peaks. Light pink rose buds perked as she watched me for a reaction.

I could only stare breathlessly
, bothered. My body was hyperaware of her. I’d always appreciated women’s bodies, but appreciating was a world away from attraction. I was attracted to Ellie. Watching her made my mouth water. I clamped my lips together, fighting the urge to run my tongue over every part of her, tasting her entirely.

My heart beat
faster, my mind swam with ideas, intimate in nature. I swallowed, surprised to realize I was dangerously close to switching teams. It was too easy to picture myself over her. I craved the mesmerizing experience of watching her come. Damn. I suddenly wanted so badly to kiss her again, this time with my arms wrapped around her, pulling her to me.

My pulse began to flutter as my body heated, tingled
more, before her. I saw the flicker of darkness in her bright eyes, eyes that narrowed as I absorbed her beauty.

She confidently sashayed towards me. A grin added to her devious disposition. Slowly, torturously,
seductively, she slipped out of her panties. Had it been me, I would have been a fumbling mess, far from graceful or sexy like her.

She closed the distance between us. “Do you trust me, Kate?”
She stared into me, forcing me to admit the truth, to face what we were doing. She wasn’t going to let me run.

I nodded a dazed ‘yes’
.

Leaning into me, she whispered, “Then trust me.”

Her soft breath sent a shudder through me. My pussy clenched, desire drowning my conscience, my sensible, straight self.

Suddenly, she was gone. I was left standing in the middle of the bathroom, my body
yearning, craving a novel, unexpected experience. I bit my lip, biting back a whimper.

My womb pulsated in rhythm with my pussy; my breasts ached merely from looking at the woman. When she was before me, I was distracted, blind to the true control she lassoed over me. She knew though. She had to know.

I blinked and darkness surrounded me. The door closed, the lock clicked and my heart puttered even faster.

Out of nowhere, she appeared. My heart skittered as two glowing honey eyes pierced the blackness, two haunting beacons.

I swallowed hard as Ellie wrapped her arms around me. Her eyes were unsettling before me, proof that I was indeed with a paranormal creature, proof that I hadn’t imagined what happened in the auto shop earlier.

“Trust me to remain in control, sweet cheeks. Even if my wolf gets free, she only wants one thing.”

Jerry’s statement replayed in my mind.
“You.”

“Me.” I gulped.
Reality began to lift my heady fog of need.

“To claim you,” she corrected.

I breathed deep, trying to calm my nerves. My focus was locked on her eyes only to have them disappear. Her lips pressed to the pulse point on my neck. I found myself leaning into her touch. “Close your eyes, Kate. I only want you to feel.”

I inhaled a shaky breath befo
re obliging, waiting, wondering, wanting.

She briefly leaned away
, taking her warmth with her. “Good girl.”

I gasped as s
omething sharp grazed my flesh, down the center of my body and up both sides seemingly at the same time. Moments later, my clothes fell off of me.

My eyes flew open; instinctively, I wrapped my arms around myself.
A bucket of freezing, ice water couldn’t have shocked me more.

She growled, honey eyes spearing me in the darkness. “Drop them,” she ordered.

My lungs weren’t working; they were stuttering, hesitating, like the rest of me.

“You said you trusted me, Kate. Either you do or you don’t.” Her tone was
demanding, commanding, but it didn’t remove the truth. I had said I did.

Timidly,
I dropped my arms to my sides, closing my eyes to her reaction. If I shut her out, I could maybe shut out the fact that I was standing naked before a woman with glowing eyes that certainly saw me despite the darkness.

A war waged within me. Part of me
was enthralled by her commands; the other scared shitless. All it took was one word to calm my fears though.

“Beautiful,” she stated.

I stiffened, holding my breath as her lips grazed my hips before paving a trail up over my plush stomach. My exhale stumbled as she kissed the valley between my breasts.

She chuckled as she continued up to my lips. “I love your curves,
honey.”

I screeched as she slapped my ass unexpectedly. Laughter bubbled from my chest as I processed my overreaction. “I feel like a klutzy virgin with you.”

She laughed. “Honey, technically, you are.” She guided me into the shower, proven by the smooth, round bubbles beneath my feet, the texture of pebbles. Drawing me deeper into the space, water cascaded over me, around me, around us.

I opened my eyes, but they couldn’t adjust enough to see. I was forced to trust her, and, somehow, I knew she preferred it that way.

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Ellie

I relished her blindness as the first test in our relationship. Keeping her on edge would heighten all of her emotions and all of her reactions, particularly the physical ones.

She was an extra chunky slice of
Maddie’s marshmallow dream pie. Her curves weren’t taut, but, like the marshmallows atop the pie, they were soft pillows of heaven always in the right place with every taste. She had nothing to worry about. I certainly wasn’t going to run from extra lush breasts that sat a little lower than mine, or a fluffy stomach I could kiss all day. Her imperfections were endearing to me. Shit, right now, they were downright enticing. I couldn’t wait to watch her writhe beneath my touch, to fall apart in my capable hands. The fact that I’d be her female cherry popper drove my impatience.

I knew from sight alone, but instinct
second, that Kate was going to be a delectable finger fuck.

My wolf roared beneath the surface, continuing her bitch fit. I shoved her down, demanding her to be patient. She didn’t give a shit though. Sometimes it was hell sharing your body, particularly
your desires, with a fucking wolf who thought she was more important than a human. She was the ultimate snob. I slapped the snub upside her nose, knocking her back; giving me time to focus on the most important person in my life now: my mate.

The water trickled down Kate’s full figure. Her hair was thoroughly damp, beginning to cling to her. Her eyes were open, but I knew she couldn’t see, so I had the essence of surprise. I couldn’t decide what I wanted first though.

Fuck.

I wanted to taste every inch of her.

Releasing a growl, I dove into her, pushing her back into the wall as I claimed her lips.

There was no hesitation this time. Her mouth eagerly collided with mine. She responded to my every touch, every command.

I gripped her hips, pressing my own into hers. It was difficult not to lose myself in her, in her scent, the way she tasted, felt, moved, to the point of bruising her.

My wolf snarled, worked up. A roar escaped me as I jerked one of her thick legs up over my hip, exposing all of her to me.

Her breath hitched, her lips faltering at my bold move. Her hands grabbed my waist, holding me tightly, fearfully.

I knew she was battling a bit of angst. “Trust me, honey.”

Eyes closed, she nodded her agreement. She bit her bottom lip, breathing through the moment. I was so fucking proud; excitement soared in my chest. I was one breath away from a cheesy romantic comedy moment.

I closed my mouth over her neck, listening to her rapid pulse. I knew if I inhaled deep, through the dense fog, I would scent her burgeoning arousal.

She whimpered, arching into my gentle tongue strokes.

Holding tightly to her one leg, I swept my other hand across her pussy. She froze before relaxing into me.

Traveling down, I sucked each nipple, gaining a soft moan from her. I released her with a plop. Letting go of her leg, I grabbed her hands and placed them over her breasts. “You play with these until I tell you to stop, got me, sweet cheeks?”

Her blush was adorable, but she didn’t obey. It proved her innocence.

“Pretend like I’m not here and I’ll pretend like you aren’t when I use my rabbit later.”

She shuddered. “Jesus, Ellie. Are you always this intense?”

I laughed. Damn if she wasn’t charming. “Most of the time.” I forced her fingers to pinch her nipples. Her breath hitched. “You have a problem with that, sweet cheeks?”

She tried to bite back a smile. “I think I kind of like it…”

I kissed her lips, commanding her full attention with my actions. I slid a foot between hers and widened her stance. Trailing my fingers over her excess sexiness, I dipped them between her lower lips. That was when she finally listened and began to massage her swollen breasts.

She wriggled slightly. It was just enough to kill my patience. I needed to witness her
fall apart now.

Clamping a hand behind her neck, holding her to me, I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Her pussy clenched, her tongue tangled with mine as she ground her hips into me.

Enjoying her demise, I drew circles around her clit, teasing her into surrender. The loving bitch in me wanted her to beg for her release, plead for her lesbian cherry to be popped.

Her grip on her boobs grew
rougher; her harsh squeeze pressed her taut peaks seductively against my chest.

Breathing became difficult. My body screamed for satisfaction while my wolf howled for ownership, for a property title. Rather than her losing herself, I found myself lost in her, in awe of her bravery. I didn’t understand the affect we had on each other.

We devoured each other’s mouths; no one tongue dominated. I damn near came when she took control of my breasts, rubbing her fingers over my hard nubs.

It was losing myself that gave my wolf a platform. The greedy wench leapt for my surface, making the most of the opportunity.

It was too fucking much.

I ripped Kate’s hands off my aching breasts and returned them to hers with a nip on her lip. “Don’t disobey. It’s for your own safety.” I couldn’t subdue the scold.

She stopped, opening her eyes, staring into my wolf no doubt. Her cheeks heated. “Sorry.”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you want more.” Pressing my cheek to hers, I whispered, “Beg me to let you come.”

When she didn’t respond, I drove two fingers inside her. She cried out, shuddering against me. “Beg me,” I ordered. I slid my fingers out before plunging them back in again.

She gasped, her breathing shallow under the new pleasure.

“Beg me!” Over and over I pummeled her pussy with my fingers.

Her head pressed back against the shower wall. Her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’ as she gasped for air. Her chest rose and fell; each time her nipples brushed her palms, she arched deeper into me.

Fuck, she was gorgeous with abandon. I could tell she wanted more, but was too humble to ask.

Upping her pleasure, I grazed my thumb over her pulsing clit with every upward throttle of my fingers, each time aiming to go deeper in her tight channel.

Suddenly her brows furrowed. Reaching out, she grabbed me and jerked me into her. Blindly she sought my lips. There was something unexpectedly touching about it. My heart gushed knowing through the pleasure she was thinking about me.

I gave in, kissing her hard, suppressing my own needs to please her.

“Please,” she whimpered, pressing her lips to mine again. “Please, Ellie.”

What the fuck was this woman doing to me? Tears stung my eyes as she gave herself to me, as she gave me what I wanted.

My wolf sat back briefly, stunned by Kate’s generosity. She didn’t have to, she must have known, but she did.

Fuck. There was no way I couldn’t fall in love with this woman.

Dropping to my knees, I seized her pussy, immediately sucking her clit as I finger fucked her.

She screamed, grabbed my head as she splintered into a thousand pieces. Driving my tongue into her, I tasted her sweet honey. There was nothing salty or even musky about Kate. She was a pure, decadent dessert.

I felt her shaking, shuddering, shivering as she came down from her rush of stimulation, of eroticism. “I, uh, was not expecting that.” Even her hands were unsteady.

Gazing up, I caught her blushing again. I kissed her soft mound before rising up, ensuring I held her.

She nibbled her lips, staring where she felt I was. I knew what she wanted to ask, but after watching her, experiencing her on this end, I wasn’t ready.

Gently, I brushed my lips against hers. “Later, sweet cheeks.” I squeezed her ass, loving the large swell.

Unexpectedly, she threw her arms around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

Damn. This shit was intense, way more than what I expected. Emotions, unfamiliar and strange, surged within me, warning of their strike. She wrapped herself around my heart so fucking quickly. The need to protect her, to love her a
nd support her weighed heavily on my chest. She was my responsibility; she was the one person I never wanted to let down, the one person I never wanted to let go of.

I didn’t plan for it to ever be this way. I suppose I was ignorant in that single sense to believe the stories were over-exaggerated with emotion.

Fuck. Here I was telling Kate not to run when I wanted to myself. I didn’t want to lose her, but, shit, I’d never gotten serious with anyone before. It was some scary shit. I wanted to squeeze her closer to me while throwing her far away simultaneously.

Abruptly, taking advantage of my weakness, my wolf broke free. My muscles began to tear; my bones started to snap. “Stay!” I yelled, reluctantly rushing out of the bathroom just in time to spare my mate another day.