Thursday
Madeline wakes the next morning to her mate nuzzling her neck.
His hands are on her small breasts and she can feel the hard length of him against her backside.
[Are you awake, my Blossom?] The send is quiet.
She groans and moves. "Mmm, no. I need more waking." She smiles, where he cannot see.
He growls then, nipping at her ears and, while the fingers of one hand tweak her nipple, the other slides down her body to the juncture of her thighs.
[You smell awake.]
[You can't smell if I'm awake.]
He slides a finger between her thighs and brings it, wet and glistening, to his nose. He sniffs. [Yep. Awake.]
She wiggles her butt against him, making him groan, and he slides a finger inside her. Barely mated a week, her size meant he still has to take things slowly with her.
So he rubs, and he strokes, as her juices really start to flow. He works another finger into her and slowly pumps the two in and out. She sighs and moans as he strokes across her clit.
She's twisted enough that she can pull his head to hers. Hungry mouths meet and their tongues duel in the moist caverns. Her other hand reaches for his erect member as he starts to add a third finger to her slippery heat. [You're very, very wet, Blossom.]
He breaks the kiss and drops down to nip at her nipple. He hears her sharp intake of breath and, now that he's working three fingers in and out, removes them and rolls to present the head of his cock to her slippery, engorged lips.
She clutches his head to her breast and shifts her hips as he starts to press into her. He feels his foreskin push back as the head passes into her entrance. He stops and takes a couple of deep breaths. It felt so amazing with just that little bit of penetration, but she whimpers. [Don't stop, Erich.]
A long groan leaves his throat, hers is filled with a moan, as he pushes completely inside. She shows no evidence of pain or discomfort but clutches his shoulders tightly as he begins his slow slide back out.
After seating himself once more in her depths, he begins to increase his tempo.
She meets him with each stroke, panting and digging her nails into his triceps. She felt so full; it always felt so incredible. He stretched her and his strokes pulled at her labia, stimulating her further.
He sinks down on his elbows, continuing his thrusts. He scrunches down a little, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her deeply. His movements become rather jerky as his knot swells inside her. [Love...you...mate.]
[Oh, Erich. I love you, too.]
He breaks the kiss, raises his head, and howls.
And, as full as she already is, she feels it. The pulsing of his cock, his seed filling her further.
He comes down on his elbows hard, just stopping himself from crushing her. He sucks in air.
After a short period of recovery, Erich pulls them both onto their sides and hooks a thumb between their bodies. Sliding down he finds her sensitive nub and presses on it.
She moans and he rubs.
If possible, she gets even tighter around him. A slight shriek, and a groan, and her muscles pulse in waves around him.
As she pulls in a breath he removes his hand, wraps it around her, and pulls her more closely to him.
---
Joanna wakes, cranky and irritated.
She had gotten a couple of texts the night before but hadn't answered him.
She figured he'd probably come over later and say he was sorry and then she'd just say OK and kiss him. Sigh.
Ariel looks at her daughter at breakfast. Quiet, staring at her plate, pushing things around. Even Randall and Roland noticed.
[What's on Jo's mind, El?]
[First spat with a first love. It should blow over soon.]
---
Lyssa had gone to wolf in her sleep again. Emmett followed suit, stretched out beside her, his head over her shoulder.
She whimpers and he inhales. Her head jerks and he wakes. Another whimper and he licks her ear then wuffles in it.
She quiets, stretches, and yawns, scratching her ear against the rug. She twists and shifts to human. Emmett changes to human form and runs a hand over her belly, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Morning, sweetheart. How do you feel about breakfast?"
She twists her head, looking into the chocolate brown eyes of her mate. A sigh. "Breakfast sounds good."
Emmett rises, his erection bobbing in front of him as he heads for the kitchen area.
She watches, sighing. He looks good, her mate, so good.
Emmett pulls some things from the fridge and sets them beside the stove. She throws a log on the fire, drags on a t-shirt, and pads over to help him. She looks at the dozen eggs as he starts bacon frying. "So, scrambled?"
"I was thinking Denver omelets."
"With bacon?"
"Bacon on the side, sweetheart."
"OK." She sets to chopping ham and onions. As she reaches for the cheese his hand slips down her back to cup her ass. She jumps a little and smiles slightly as he takes his hand away to deal with the bacon. He pours scrambled eggs into the skillet and watches them cook in the bacon grease.
Breakfast is quiet, pleasant, and she eats a little more than a third of the food, something close to her normal appetite.
"So, sleep well?"
"I feel good. You were with me, how did I sleep?"
"Maybe, well, you were whimpering a little this morning, just before we woke up."
"And wolf again, too, huh?"
"Yeah, early this morning."
"Well, guess it's a good night when I don't try to kill you in my sleep."
He gets up and wraps his arms around her. "How would you feel about a run? I think your wolf might appreciate it. I know I would."
She takes a deep breath. He puts his mouth to her ear and murmurs. "Come outside and play with me."
Her breath leaves her in a chuckle. "Sure."
They go outside, into the snow. He drops down, chest to the ground, looking up at her. [Ready?]
[Seriously? Are we 12?]
[C'mon, you haven't had a chance to play in weeks. Catch me.]
He takes off, running around the back of the cabin. Lyssa yips and takes off after him. they romp, and frolic, chasing each other up and down, around trees. He pounces out at her, bowling her over. She comes, growling, and launches herself at him.
He fends her off then leaps over a mound of snow. She plows forward and trips over the log underneath. She yelps and slides headfirst down the side of the hill.
The sound of voices comes to them as he bounds down after her. [Lys? You alright?]
He catches up to her, where she's come to rest wrapped around a tree. [Lys?]
She raises her head and looks at him, a wolfish grin on her, tongue lolling. He can hear laughter in her send. [Real graceful, but kinda fun.]
[Can you move?]
[Uh, yeah.] She thrashes, having trouble getting purchase to move. She slides off to one side and a little further down the slope. The voices are louder. [We need to get back to the cabin before the humans see us.]
Her dark eyes looks up at him. She founders a bit, then gets her legs under her and shoves upward. They work their way back up the slope, glancing back occasionally and seeing bright colors moving along the trail. It would be best if they weren't seen.
As they gain the back yard of the cabin, Lyssa asks [Are there wolves around here?]
[Nothing permanent. Lone wolves have been spotted a couple of times. A lot of the sightings are probably coyotes.]
On the front porch, they shake off snow and re-enter the cabin.
He turns to look at her. Snowflakes glisten in her hair. Her body is tanned, relatively lean, but well-muscled. Her nipples were crinkled up from the cold. There were scars on her body from her fighting. He breathes, "You're so beautiful."
She looks up at him and gives him a little smile.
He stretches his hand out to her and she takes it. He pulls her around, facing him, and takes her other hand in his. He looks down at her, waiting.
She looks up at him, waiting for what he would do. After a minute, she blushes and asks, "What?"
He brushes his lips over her forehead. "Just looking at my beautiful mate." He puts his arm around her shoulders and gently brings her against him. He feels her soft skin, her breasts against his bare chest. He sends to her, since he can't bring himself to voice the question, [Do you regret having mated me?]
Surprised, she looks up at him. "No."
He closes his eyes. "Never?"
She lays her head against his chest and her palm over his heart. "I can't say it's always been easy but, no."
He heaves a big breath. "So, Madam Beta," she looks up at him, he's never addressed her that way, "I think we might discuss those things you would like to see done differently in the pack."
She pushes away from him. "But, Randall.."
"If we discuss things now, here, we can either come up with a better argument together or I can tell you what will likely never fly. You'll have to pick your battles, Lys."
She looks at him again, considering. "Coffee?"
"Ah, Selene, yes."
She grinds the beans and starts the coffee. He watches her disappear into the bedroom and she comes back out with socks, sweatshirt, and sweatpants. He wanders over and picks his own sweatpants off the floor, dragging them on.
She pulls the coffee cups out and he walks up behind her.
She turns and is surprised by how close he is. Her dark eyes look up into his lighter brown eyes, her soft pink lips are slightly parted. He releases a breath, picks an evergreen twig from her hair and kisses her before backing away.
She brings both cups to the couch, hands him one, and curls her legs underneath her as she sits beside him. He takes a sip. "Aah, good. Thank you."
They drink for a short time in silence. "Alright, mate, I'm sure you have a list of things, changes, you want to talk about. Let's hear it."
She looks into her coffee cup. "Well, OK. There's the pack council. Getting rid of forced matings for the females. Um, oh, females leading the hunt. And, um, homosexual pairs." She sits, thinking. "That's all I can think of right now."
"Alright, let's start with the hunt..."
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Calvin has come to spar with Stephanie again.
In the Wyeth circle, the two circle, and snarl, and leap, and claw. Attacking, retreating, parrying.
Some pack members wander by and watch briefly, then continue on. Randall saunters out to watch.
The brown female and the greying, dark-haired male grapple. They roll, twist, snap. Calvin pins her, holding her to the ground with his weight. She twists, she growls, she tries to hook her leg around his and roll him, without success. So, she stills under him, sighing. [You win.]
[Then I claim a prize.]
