The Mating Chase (Werewolves of Montana) (4 page)

Smiling, she turned. “I like your choice of flora.”

“Aspens planted near a house ward off evil spirits.” Dale murmured. “I planted them to ward off Skins.”

Beth sighed, knowing his past clouded Dale’s thinking when it came to humans. But if they were to survive as mates, he needed to ease back into the Skin world. Unlike some pack members like her friend Arianna, Beth didn’t shun the human world.

“Skins aren’t bad. I did make friends with girls who helped me get through four years of college.”

Dale grunted. “Not the same as pack. Skin friends are fickle. Pack’s forever.”

“Not necessarily. Aiden wanted me to leave if I didn’t have a mate.”

He cupped her chilled cheek with a large, warm palm. “I couldn’t let you leave, Beth. Not after waiting all these years for you to return.”

Eyes so very blue regarded her with a tenderness that made her breath hitch. Beth curled her fingers around his wrist, the wanting suddenly intense.

“I didn’t want to leave, either. Because it meant leaving you,” she told him.

He smiled, then dipped his head, nuzzling her neck. Dale breathed in her scent. As he gently kissed the mating mark, she rubbed her body against his.

Thick green grass banked the sparkling brook winding down from the mountaintop. She removed her sneakers and tested the greenery with her bare feet, delighting in the softness.

“I wanted the first time we made love to be special, surrounded by the sky.” Dale touched her cheek. “Because it means that much to me, Beth. You mean that much to me. You always have. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His sincere, quiet assurances, the way he gazed into her eyes as if she were the only woman in the world, triggered intense sexual arousal. The lace bra felt too restrictive against her sensitive, erect nipples. A pleasant ache began pulsing between her legs. Beth wanted to fling out her arms, dance naked in the moonlight and feel the caress of the wind. And then, feel the caress of his hands stroking over her bare skin.

But old inhibitions died hard. She glanced around. “This isn’t very private.”

“Be thankful I’m not an Alpha. When your uncle chooses a mate, they have to consummate their union before the pack to demonstrate his stamina. And her strength.”

“How romantic.” Beth swallowed hard, the lovely wildness forgotten amid crude memories of copulating couples she’d seen during a party. “Public sex is disgusting.”

He framed her face with his warm hands. “It’s our way, Beth. Our people mate for life. If the female is too weak, she won’t produce young strong enough to rule. If the alpha has no virility, he can’t impregnate her. Skins display themselves for quick gratification, not lasting bonds.”

“You always talk of Skins as if they never care for each other. They have great capacity for good. There are advantages to a Skinsuit.”

“I know,” he murmured. “One is something Lupines can’t do as wolves. This.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her. Beth closed her eyes, relishing the sweetness. Dale kissed her as if he cherished the moment and longed to make it last.

When he stopped, she pressed her palms against his powerful chest. “You’re a little overdressed,” he murmured.

As Dale reached for her shirt, she hesitated. “Maybe I should shower first.”

He gave her an incredulous look. “Wash yourself, get rid of your natural scent? No dice, sweetheart. Besides, I have no hot water. I usually bathe in the stream. Take off your clothes, Beth.”

Feeling awkward and embarrassed, she shed her clothing. Never had she stripped before a male. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she wished the moon were a little less bright. Complete darkness would suffice.

Looking down at the ground, she waited for him to speak. Dale gently removed her hands and cupped her breasts. Fear evaporated as she met his worshipful gaze.

“You.” He dragged in a deep breath, as if inhaling her scent. “Are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re perfect.”

Woman. Not Lupine, as if he acknowledged her Skin side and accepted it. She reached up and touched his cheek. He smiled.

Dale began kneading her breasts, thumbs stroking slowly over her taut nipples. Each pull and drag felt like a stroke between her legs. Beth shivered, desire pouring through her veins.

“A small preview,” he murmured. “Lie down.”

Uncertain, but trusting, she dropped to the grass, watching as he removed his clothing and then levered himself atop her. Dropping hot kisses over her breasts and belly, he slowly stroked his tongue over her shivering skin, lingering over the rose tattoo. Dale squeezed her ample hips.

“I love these. So womanly. Not like those skinny-ass sticks in town,” he muttered.

Beth laughed. For the first time in four years, she felt desirable and sexy. Dale spread her legs wide and knelt between them. Cool air touched her throbbing flesh. The musky scent of her arousal mingled with the sharp pine and cool, sparkling water perfuming the night air.

His mouth felt hot and wet, making her squirm as Dale softly kissed her thighs. Shocked, she watched him lower his head between her legs. He blew a gentle, warm breath against her most intimate flesh, making her tingle with anticipation.

Then he began licking her, his rough tongue stroking her vulva. The earthy carnality made her human half blush, while her wolf howled in blissful abandon.

Dale’s thick hair felt like silk against her trembling thighs as he slowly dragged his tongue between her slick folds. Cupping her ass, he rubbed his face against her and hummed deep in his throat, the vibration causing an erotic friction. Beth squirmed and whimpered, eager for more.

“I love how you taste,” he murmured against her wet flesh. “Like fresh strawberries and rich honey sliding down my throat.”

Seeking to sooth her aching nipples, she went to stroke them, and hesitated. The delicious pressure against her legs ceased. Dale lifted his head and regarded her, his intent gaze gleaming in the moonlight. Like a wolf’s hungry stare.

“Touch yourself, Beth. You’re Lupine, born to sensuality and pleasure. I want you soaked and ready before I take you. I’m going to make you burn, make you scream and push you even higher until you can’t take it any longer and I taste your climax in my mouth.” He gave a wicked grin. “And that’s just the beginning.”

Emboldened by his carnal promise, her shyness vanished. Beth thumbed her nipples as he continued to love her.

Finding her erect clit, he encased it with his mouth. As he flicked his tongue, she surged upward, but he held her down. A delicious pressure began to build, making her bottom clench hard, triggering the instinct to move her hips upward. Beth flattened her palms against the ground, feeling the delightful softness cushioning her back. A sudden breeze rustled the tree limbs overhead, and blew acrossher naked body, making her feel even more wanton.Now she understood the allure of outdoor sex.

Dale slowly swirled his tongue over her clit as his fingers squeezed and kneaded her ass. Very lightly, he bit. She screamed.

Desperate for relief, for something, she fisted her hands in the damp grass. Tension built higher as he stroked his tongue faster and harder until she could take it no longer, just as he’d promised.

And then he gave another flick, and she shattered. Screaming, her body convulsing, she surrendered, the nearly-f moon smiling down as she stared at the starlit sky.

He remained with her, gently soothing her pulsing flesh with tiny kisses, staying with her as the last spasm faded and she lay limp and panting.

Sitting back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Her passion-dazed vision suddenly sharpened in the dark. Like a wolf’s.

A long, erect penis, thick as her wrist, jutted out from the dark hair at his groin. Dale’s darkened gaze met Beth’s as he mounted her.

“It’s time to make you mine, little Beth,” he whispered, guiding his engorged shaft between her legs.

Nudging past her soaked folds, he slid the broad head across her swollen cleft. A delicious friction ensued as he repeated the action. Each slow push and drag caused her flesh to pulse in renewed pleasure. Beth gasped and clutched his broad shoulders. Never had she imagined it would feel this good.

Go slow
, he urged himself.
Have to take it slow, for her sake.

Restraining his feral Lupine impulse to claim her, Dale struggled for control. Warm, wet flesh slicked his cock as he pushed his hips forward. Carefully he slipped further inside, seeking the vaginal opening.

Dale forced himself into her tight entrance, past the tiny, resisting muscles. The musky aroma of her arousal triggered the burning need to mate and claim. He fought the Lupine instinct to cover and thrust, and his wolf’s inclination to drive deep inside and knot them together.

Beth was innocent in the ways of a Lupine male claiming his mate. He would not frighten her or use force to dominate.

Always during sex, he’d preferred it rough, his partner groaning in ecstasy as he fucked her. For once, he wanted it gentle. Dale wanted to coax free her passion until it matched his own. He would bind her to his side, using his body and her desire to entice out her wolf.

He lingered over loving her, taking his time as his cock slid through her soaked folds. Then he withdrew, and began the dance again.

Beth’s fingers dug into his shoulder muscles, her gaze fierce with a longing as deep as his own as she thrust her hips upward. Now.

Dale pushed his thick penis into her tight channel. Fingers digging his muscled shoulders, she bit her lip, locking her gaze to his in silent communion.

Beth gasped as he thrust past the resisting barrier. Burning pain surged within her, along with an odd fullness. The pressure increased as he penetrated deep, and deeper still. She scented something sharp and metallic and with a start, realized it was her virginal blood.

Awakened by passion and mating, her wolf senses howled to the surface.

Bringing his face close to hers, Dale stroked her tangled hair. “You okay?”

She nodded.

“Just relax. The pain will fade. Relax, little Beth, and let it happen. You were born for this. You’re Lupine, wild as the moon night.”

He lay still, his breath warm against her throat, his heart thundering in her ears. He was taking it slow, waiting, she realized. Forget the waiting. She wanted more, and wriggled in impatience.

Raising up, Dale withdrew slightly. Then he surged forward again. Dark blond hairs at his groin nestled against her ebony thatch.

The stinging pain faded, replaced with excruciating need.

Slowly, he repeated the mating dance. Sliding forward as she groaned, clutching his shoulders and marveling at the new sensations shooting through her awakening body as silky hair on his chest brushed against her overly sensitive nipples.

When she pumped her hips, hooking her legs around his waist, he obeyed her silent plea and began to thrust harder. Deeper and faster, as the wolf inside her howled and clamored for release. Dale angled his thrusts, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. She cried out, tension in her loins building, the wildness surging as her nails dug into his back muscles.

Shattering, she screamed, tears of joyful pleasure trickling down her cheeks. Dale went still and then he shuddered, thick ribbons of semen shooting into her as his hoarse cries echoed with her sobs.

He collapsed atop her, his heavy weight pinning her down. Then he rolled away, their mingled, harsh breaths punctuating the cold night air.

Slowly, her heart rate returned to normal. As she lay in sleepy lassitude, he grabbed his rumbled shirt and dipped it into the icy mountain stream. Dale knelt between her legs, bathing her blood and his seed from her thighs. He pressed the cool, refreshing cloth against her sore, swollen core. A little embarrassed, she tried to push his hand away.

“Let me care for you,” he murmured. “Relax.”

His tender voice and gentle strokes lulled her into a lassitude. Closing her eyes, Beth surrendered to his ministrations.

From somewhere inside the ranch below sounded a male wolf’s victorious howl. She fell asleep to the haunting call.

As nightfall deepened, he lifted his mate into his arms and brought her back to his bed. Dale tucked Beth beneath the thick blankets and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Though he sensed Beth’s developing Lupine powers enabled her to see perfectly in the dark, he snapped on a small light should she awaken in strange surroundings.

Then he went outside and shifted.

Gray-furred and blue eyed, the wolf gave a mighty shake, fur rippling sleekly in the biting, crisp breeze. Lifting his head, he scented the air, testing for intruders. Sexual need satisfied, a new desire surfaced to protect his sleeping mate. He loped down the flagstones to the garden and the flattened grass. His nostrils flared at the smell of sex, female musk and spilled semen.

He circled the cabin, nosing the ground.

A few hundred feet away, the wolf’s nose twitched as he sampled a faded, but strong scent. The man inside the wolf recognized a friend he’d invited over for beer and poker. But the newly mated wolf growled.

He lifted his leg, urinated on the spot. An aggressive warning.

Stay away.

Running through the forest, scenting the small creatures trembling in their burrows, he released a victorious yip. He paused and looked back at the cabin. Light winked through the thick trees.

Deep regret filled the wolf. The female sleeping in the Skin bed would not change, could not race with him through glen and mountain to hunt and feel the rush of wild joy.

Soon, though. Very soon.

As the wolf thought of his mate, and the soft, pearlescent slickness of her tight cunt, his cock slid from its protective sheath, glistening and wet. Ready.

He would take her again in Skin form, so as not to frighten her. Take her as a Lupine formally mated with another, mounting her supple, ripe body from behind. And in the days to come when her wolf finally surfaced, they would run through the forest in wolfskin and couple in wildness.

But for now, his spirit longed to race free, run through the forest beneath the silver-slicked night.