Thank you all for the encouragement! I listened to your advice re. Libby :)
II
IAN and KATE......... and LIBBY
I think there may be some steak in the freezer", I rummaged through the frozen bricks and pulled out a couple of suspects. "Libby's, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I think she fancies you."
"Hmphh."
"You don't find her...attractive?" Was I feeling jealous?
"Kate," he laughed at me, " I
can't
be attracted to another...woman, not now."
I detected his hesitation, "another...um...wolf...ess?"
"Wolfess?" he chuckled. "No. Its you. You've put an end to my sweet,
sweet
bachelor days," Ian feigned remorse.
"I'm sure that you've seen far more than your fair share of those. Three hundred years and change? It really is about time you settled down. You should probably be checked out by your Vet too." I lectured .
"My Rabies shots are up to date...and I'm as clean as a whistle in
all
other areas as well." Ian declared giving me a wink.
"Hmmph."
"You know," Ian became pensive, "I'd more or less given up on the idea of finding....you. Some time ago I began to think that my mate was an agoraphobic hiding in a remote little nowhere village in an obscure corner of the Earth. I wasn't going to meet her...
ever
. Then last night..." Ian smiled, "I sensed you immediately, even before you entered the bar... I wanted to howl with pure joy...then I realized you were...human."
"You were disappointed."
"Disappointed?" Ian frowned. "How could I be? I've been waiting for you, hunting for you - at times... for centuries. I was
surprised
that your scent wasn't Were, that my other half would be so soft and weak, so
human
."
"I am not soft and weak" I gave him a mighty yet completely ineffective shove, proving his point rather than making my own.
Ian laughed, "exactly."
I sighed softly and weakly. "We're ill matched on so many different levels. You're so big and
old
...and a wolf for God's sake. Can't you just ask for a retrial on this whole mate thing?"
"No. I can't. It is what it is. It doesn't matter at all that you're a tiny, cynophobic, fruit loving, sex crazed human
child
. We're stuck with each other and..."
"Sex crazed?"
"...and I have never been happier. Yes...sex crazed. I'm
very
happy about that part."
Ian smiled. The direction of his gaze made me realize that I'd been walking around knickerless, barely clothed in his unbuttoned shirt. I spotted my shredded wodge of lace under the table. Heat raced to my cheeks with the memory and the insides of my thighs were beginning to feel slick. I pulled Ian's shirt tighter around my body.
"I'm sorry I ruined your lingerie." Ian seemed to be acutely aware of my excited state, his eyes darkened and closed, he lifted his nose, his nostrils flaring. God, he could probably
smell
my arousal. He cleared his throat and turned away from me. Ian grabbed the steaks and tapped them on the edge of the counter, "I don't think I can wait for these to thaw...shall we eat out?" Ian avoided eye contact and moved towards the hallway.
My wild inner creature had escaped and refused to be re caged. I hopped ahead of him and into the doorway blocking his passage. I raised my arms and rested them on either side of the door frame causing Ian's shirt to open and expose my nearly bare body.
"How long are you planning on keeping
me
waiting?"
Before I could finish asking, Ian was crushing me against his bare chest, demanding access to my hungry mouth, bruising my lips. He straightened his back and my toes lost contact with the floor. I wrapped my legs around him as he moved us to my room and he awkwardly removed the rest of my clothes. Crashing into the door frame, I slammed against his body, we both moaned. Ian threw me on my bed and followed looming over me on hands and knees.
Ian panted, "I thought you'd be too upset by...everything, I didn't think you'd want...."
"I want you..." I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand along the bulge in his boxers, "please."
Ian removed his jeans and boxers, tossing them into a corner. He stood completely naked before me, beautiful, like an angel. I sat up to touch him, to confirm his existence, prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming. Ian brought my hand up to his lips, my eyes followed and met his deep emerald pools, dark with desire.
"Lay down," a gently spoken command.
As I leaned back Ian lifted my knees and opened my legs. His eyes lingered on my mouth then traveled down to my exposed sex. My breathing grew ragged as I watched. Ian brought his head down and placed his tongue near my pucker and dragged it up through my glistening folds and over my hooded nub. He drank of me as a butterfly at a flower, a giant wolf butterfly. My fingers twisted in his hair as he teased and nibbled and sucked, drawing me closer to the edge.
Ian replaced his tongue with his hand, his fingers and thumb finding my most sensitive points and depths.
He kissed me urgently, his tongue continued to plunge and caress. I could taste myself on his lips. The sensations began to swirl and gather and collide. My hips were moving greedily against his fingers.
Ian moved his lips to my ear "come for me Kate." I could do nothing else. I crashed and shattered and whimpered as he kissed me, his fingers drawing out the tremors.
I was not lulled, or soothed. My body did not purr with satisfaction. The flood gates were ripped from their hinges letting loose a torrent of sharply defined desire. "Please ..." words were elusive, I pleaded with my eyes. I moved his hand from my wetness and shuddered with the loss. "Please."
Ian raised himself over me and opened my legs further with his knees the sudden coolness made me shiver. Ian easily restrained my arms above my head and perched himself at my entrance, his head hot and threatening. I raised my hips in a desperate attempt to capture him but could not. Ian looked into my eyes, drew me into his thoughts. Not to hear his unspoken words but to
feel
his desire, to experience his overwhelming need. It hit me like a colossal iceberg, crowded my mind with his absolute hunger. My body began to shudder and Ian seized this moment to plunge into my depths. I came in great waves, exploding from my center...ripping through me. I cried out against his neck "Ian.....holy................fuck."
Ian growled into my ear "mine."
"Yes." I agreed gasping. Nothing could have been more obvious at that moment.
Ian raised himself, letting my arms loose and remained still within me for a time. My freed fingers danced over his muscled hills and valleys and Ian began a slow ascent leaving behind a feeling of emptiness. In an unjustified panic my fingers dug into his sides, pulling him back to me.
Ian obliged and filled me then picked up a rhythm that my body matched, thrust for thrust.
My fingers found purchase in his hair and he dipped down to lick my lips. My tongue met his and the connection drove him deeper. My eyes fluttered shut and an image of Ian pounding me from behind flashed through my mind. Whether it originated in his mind or my own, I couldn't tell.
Ian swiftly withdrew, rolled me over and raised my hips. He pressed my shoulders into the bed and moved my knees further apart. I was completely exposed and pointing to the heavens. I expected the pounding to begin as in my vision but instead felt kisses on either cheek and then a rough hot tongue lapping up my juices. It didn't feel like Ian's, it felt like his wolf.
