Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves) (7 page)

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Kate

Ellie effortlessly tossed me onto the bed. Just as I’d guessed, it was like landing on a fluffy cloud. She covered me a second later, aligning our bodies in the middle as her legs straddled me. Leaning down, she claimed my lips.

Her mouth seared mine with little urgency. I was surprised by the amount of emotion in her touch. Her touch was tender yet strong;
were I a treasure, she was handling me with cherished confidence.

She brushed her lips across mine in short spurts; soft kisses of endearment before she pulled back. “I’m sorry I ran.”

I opened my eyes to find her watching me closely, her brows dipping inwards.

What could I say? It wasn’t
alright, but I could tell she was sorry.

I slipped my hands beneath her t-shirt. Her skin was so smooth, satin silk to caress. It was the opposite of every other body I’d slid my hands over.

Her eyes flickered with gold as I hesitantly drew her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Desire swarmed within me. My mouth watered as I stared at the ripe globes.

Lifting my gaze, I knew
my cheeks colored. “Can…do you mind?”

She tore her shirt off and threw it aside. “I’m yours, sweet cheeks. You don’t have to ask; just take, exactly as I do with you.”

My body immediately responded to her words. My nipples hardened as I looked at hers again. My womb heated under the blaze of desire as my heart beat an assuring cadence.

I was really doing this; I actually wanted to do this.

Gaining an ounce of courage, I cautiously dove for her pink buds. Easy at first, I ran my tongue over one, the other I explored gingerly with my fingers. She tasted sweet and clean. There was something addictive about it, something that drew an animal-like reaction from me, driving me to taste more, take more, and be a little less careful.

“Fuck, Kate. Your mouth is fucking heaven.” Ellie laced her fingers through my hair; her palms molded to my head as she kept me pressed to her.

My body burned with need; my womb tightened and my pussy began to pulse as I grew more confident, as she boldly asked for more.

I sucked her tit, circling her sensitive peak. I grazed my teeth against her tip.

She growled, her eyes igniting the now familiar honey gold. She tossed my head back against the pillows and seized my lips in a frenzy. This time, I unleashed my own desires, setting them free. There was no point in being timid. As much as I felt like I knew Ellie, we were still strangers, and I was still leaving at the end of next week.

I grabbed hold of her breasts and teased them. I knew what felt good to me and did it on her.

“God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Her words were a growl as she bit my lip.

I don’t know what came over me. “Then do it.”

In a flash, she was off the bed standing naked. She looked me up and down. “Strip before I get back or I’m shredding those clothes.” She walked into a closet.

I
scurried off the bed and fumbled trying to remove my clothes quick enough. I was too slow. A moment later my pants and panties were shredded.

Ellie wrapped her arms around me. She pinched my nipples as something cold brushed my pussy. “On the bed.” She slapped my ass, shocking me into motion.

It wasn’t until I was in the center of the bed on my back that I saw what had briefly teased my apex. Ellie gracefully mounted me, positioning the strap-on at my entrance.

My breasts were swollen, needy mounds with desperate peaks. My pussy clenched in anticipation. Liquid desire rushed my channel
as I stared longingly at her.

“There’s one the exact same size inside me, and this little nub will vibrate on both our clits.” She pointed to t
he silicon pieces. The dildo was an average six-inches of glistening cock. Her eyes flared with gold.

I licked my lips. I’d never wanted
to be penetrated so bad, especially by a fake dick strapped to a gorgeous woman with mouth-watering boobs.

“Hold on tight, sweet cheeks. This might get a little rough.” She winked. She pressed over the vibration piece and it roared to life.

My inhale turned into a cry of pleasure as she shoved the cock into me. My body tingled with pleasure that shot from my core.

“Let’s torture poor Jerry a little.” She smiled smugly as she sped up.

Her pace was impossible for me to keep up with. Chaotic pleasure assaulted me with every thrust. My pussy squeezed the dildo as my clit lit up each time it vibrated.

Ellie’s eyes, lighting with honey, were what I focused on. Her lips snarled
, growls escaping as she thoroughly fucked me better than any man ever had. She maneuvered the molded dick to hit every sweet spot within me, drawing fresh pleasure with every touch.

I clung to her arms as our breasts continually touched. I was holding on for dear life, on a wicked fast roller coaster where everything whipped past in a blur. The only thing that wasn’t a blur was the pleasure slapping me repeatedly, much like the wind. Pleasure lit every part of me until the pressure became too much.

My lungs barely worked, my ears barely heard the noises in the distance, my vision began to blur as my pulse drowned out my conscience. My body seemed to twist itself into knots as I desperately clung to Ellie, as my hips furiously met hers.

“Let go!” she commanded, pumping harder.

It was enough to send me over. Fireworks burst before my eyes as my body undulated with erotic pleasure. The intensity of my release was unmatched. Wave after wave of powerful sensations wracked me. I lost all sense of gravity as my body drifted through each level of lingering pleasure.

I felt shaky; my body tingled with awareness as my consciousness
gradually returned. Blinking, I registered her lack of movement.

Ellie nuzzled my neck. “That was a hell of a lot better than my rabbit.” She chuckled.

I smiled against her, feeling sated and satisfied, but still a bit unsteady. She literally rocked my world, turning my sense of reality, my perception, on its head.

She sat back, revealing her face glowing, dewy and sun kissed, with happiness; the afterglow of good sex, I supposed. “I’ll be back.” She gave me a swift kiss before gently pulling out and getting off the bed. This time she disappeared into the bathroom.

My pussy was still throbbing, pulsating from my climax. I shivered as the cool air shocked my hypersensitive flesh.

Ellie leapt onto the bed and proceeded to wipe me with a warm cloth. My heart clenched. No one had ever done that before. Granted, Id’ only had two partners before her, but there was still something so touching about the measure.

She dropped another kiss on my lips before she stepped away again. This time when she returned she was empty handed. She pulled back the covers, prompting me to crawl over and then under them as she joined me.

She gathered me into her arms. A single hand gently stroked my back and shoulder as I rested in the crook of her arm. My mind struggled to process it all, to adjust to Ellie, my situation, South Carolina. She had me feeling things I never had. She had me re-evaluating my life, and, dare I say,
starting to consider a life outside Miami for the first time.

She grazed her fingertips over my shoulder. A tinge of sharp pain had me cringing.

She sat up a little. “Stay still.” She leaned over me.

I held my breath as she
dragged her tongue across the aching spot.

“Sorry.” She laid back and settled me against her again. “It should heal in a day or two, but the mark is permanent.” She hesitated a minute, staring up at the ceiling before looking away. “It’s the only way to mark you as mine.”

My heartbeat sped up. I didn’t have to ask to know: fiction got it right. Ellie’s wolf had bitten me.

I suddenly felt cold; my nudity became uncomfortable. One phrase kept replaying in my mind:
she didn’t ask.
She didn’t ask if she could bite me, she just did it.

I was hyperaware of the tenderness in my left shoulder.
Serenity slowly slipped away as a fresh anxiety coursed through me. How was I going to explain this to Billy? Being with a woman in semi-secrecy was one thing, in complete openness on a permanent basis…that wasn’t me. I was straight. I was running from a stalker, not into the arms of a lesbian werewolf. Right?

“Kate? Kate…”

I blinked in quick succession.
When did it get so cold in here?

“Kate?”

When did I get off the bed?
Somehow I’d made my way a few feet from the bed. I stood, arms wrapped around myself, shivering as I struggled to make sense of it all.

Ellie slowly moved towards me
, a hand stretched out as if I were a wild, unpredictable animal, easily spooked into retaliation.

Unease constricted my chest. “Stop.” My plea was breathless. I was so confused
; overwhelmed. I wasn’t ready to face this. I wasn’t ready to be openly gay. Hell, I’d just found out I might be today.

Finally beginning to register the situation, I jolted into action. I moved to my bag and tore through it for clothes.

Ellie watched from beside the bed. “Talk to me, Kate. What the hell is going on?”

I couldn’t dress fast enough. Panties, black leggings, flip-flops, bra, oversized
teal, burn-out tee… Grabbing my purse, I dug for a rubber band and threw my hair up. My heart raced; my mind was drowning. This was all Donovan’s fault.

I stalked towards the door.

“Kate! Talk to me!”

Hand on the door
handle, I looked back over my shoulder. My tee was large enough to dip off one shoulder, exposing the red bit mark. I lifted my gaze.

Ellie’s expression was anything but kind. She was frustrated. Where was the love? Where was the concern I’d seen and felt earlier? Had this whole thing been a ruse?

I wanted my brother more than ever.

Tears wet my eyes. “You didn’t ask.” I walked out the bedroom door, closing it behind me.

Across the way, Jerry stood outside his room. His features were twisted with fear. He looked the way Ellie should have: worried, remorseful, focused. His gaze fell to my shoulder. His muscles flexed fervently at the sight.

“Congratulations.”
His voice was devoid of emotion, washing his word of all meaning. He escaped into his room, leaving me standing there again.

A sob broke from me. I sunk down on the top step. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to fight it, trying to deny reality, but I couldn’t anymore…

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Ellie

My wolf howled. How the hell did we go from claiming our mate, partly, to losing her entirely?

Her sob carried through the wall. It squeezed my heart, plucking at my icy chords; it kicked at my frozen walls. I was supposed to protect her, not hurt her
dammit. Love her, not fucking drive her away.

The need to console her, even if I was the cause of her ache, overpowered the bitch in me. I pulled an old shirt from the dresser and slipped on a pair of
short shorts. Something told me nudity would have her shrinking away.

I opened my door just in time to see Jerry
reach her. He glared at me over his shoulder. Sadly, the alpha often was the go-between among disgruntled mates in his pack.

He sat down beside her.

Kate was hunched over; her elbows pressed into her knees for stability. Her face was buried in her hands; her hands tried to contain her cries, but they spilled over.

Guilt slapped the shit out of me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be…

“I’ve got it, Jer.” Approaching, I placed a strong hand on his shoulder.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he snapped.

“Yeah, well, it’s not the first time I’ve fucked up and it won’t be the last.”

He stood and got right into my face. His wolf flared to life in his eyes. “You hurt her again and I’ll have the elders dishonor your mating.”
His voice was unwavering, steady, yet loaded with menace. He’d never spoken so passionately, so protectively?

Shit
. I was probably just panicking like my wolf.

My wolf roared
. Her claws gutted my insides as she fought her way to the surface.

That was the ultimate threat. He was hitting hard.

“Not a chance in hell.” I shoved past him and dropped down beside Kate.

Jerry hovered,
listening closely, making sure I held up my end.

I wrapped my arms around Kate from the side. I gently set my chin on the edge of her shoulder. “Want to bite me back?”

I recoiled.
Fucking hell, El. Great opener!

She lifted her head, wiping at her cheeks as she faced me, an incredulous expression on her face. “Bite you?” she exclaimed.

My wolf huddled down. I actually cringed inside from the aggression in her tone.

She let out a hollow laugh. “No, Ellie, I don’t want to bit
e you. I didn’t want you to bite me, but you didn’t ask. You assumed.” Her voice grew thicker as fresh tears gathered in her eyes. She choked back a sob. “You didn’t ask me. You gave me no options, just like…
him.
”

“You sure as hell didn’t seem to mind in there.”
My temperature dropped as my anger blossomed, raising stubborn, internal walls.

I was shutting down. Who the fuck wanted to hear their mate say they didn’t want to be with them forever?

She closed her eyes, sighing. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You’re…you’re an anomaly. I don’t know if you make me gay or make me straight with an exception. Hell, maybe I’ve been bi this whole time and didn’t know it.” She met my gaze. “You’re beautiful, but biting me proved we want different things. Just like
him
, you want a forever I don’t think I’m prepared to give someone like you.”

I gave her some space by sliding over on the step. Crossing my arms defensively, I pushed for the truth. “And just what the hell am I like, honey, since you’ve got me all figured out?”

She smiled wistfully, sniffing as her tears began to dry. “You’re sexy and confident; you’re fearless. You’re the opposite of all I will ever be. You deserve more, Ellie.”

I scoffed. “That’s such a crock of shit. You’re just a scared kitty running from the wolf. Newsflash, sweet cheeks, I don’t plan to eat you. Contrary to popular belief, I’m more than a sexy bitch.
I thought you saw that.”

“I haven’t even known you a day. How could I?”

My wolf was as quiet as I was; a deadly combination.

I looked her up and down. My heart wrenched. I wished I could shut it off, be numb to what she invoked in me, the feelings she drew to the surface, but I couldn’t.

Every time I saw those curves, I would want to strip and fuck ‘em. She fit perfectly against me. Dammit, she was perfect for me. I could already tell that she would balance me. That opposites attract crap tends to work best with our kind. We’re aggressive, opinionated and, sometimes, uncompassionate.

Shit.
Was I letting my ego destroy this?

Fuck.
This mating shit was hard. Everyone always made it look so damn easy, almost as if there was no choice, but also, no opposition.

My wolf whimpered at the sight of Kate. She was our mate. I wanted to shake the truth into her.

She was sexy. She was confident, when she told her conscience to fuck off for a while. She could be fearless and she already amazed me. She didn’t even blink when she discovered my wolf.

Swallowing my pride, petting my wolf with assurance, I moved
back into her space. I gathered her hand between mine. “You’re scared. I get that.” I laced our fingers. “I don’t want to scare you though. I want you running to me, not away from me. And as for a label, try Kate. I don’t give a fuck if you’re gay, straight or bi, as long as you give me a chance to be with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you, Kate, even if it means going super slow and dressing like a man from time to time.

She studied me sideways, biting back a smirk. “You’re too pretty to pass as a guy.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’d do it for you.”

This time, she didn’t hold back her smile. “Thanks, but that’s not what I want. No one should change who
they are for someone else. Ultimately, that would doom us from the start.”

“So there’s hope?” I tried not to be eager, but my poker hand might as well have been face up on the table at this point.

She chewed her lip for a minute, keeping me on edge. Her brows furrowed as she stared at our conjoined hands. Exhaling softly, she said, “There’s hope, but there’s some stuff I have to get through first.”

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks.” I squeezed her hand, glad to have salvaged our relationship for the most part, I hoped. “Now, come to bed.
It’s lonely as hell in that massive beast.”

Her gaze swept over me and back up to Jerry before she agreed.

Standing, I kept hold of her hand and tugged her upright with me. The moment we turned, Jerry held up a staying hand to me. His expression was solemn, fierce. His wolf glimmered in and out of his eyes, putting my own on alert. A chill of foreboding shot down my spine.

Jerry moved in front of Kate. “Who is he?”