Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) (7 page)

“What time is it?” Heather glanced up at the clock on the wall. “It’s 3 a.m.,” she moaned as Knox slid into bed with her. She was still sleeping in her room; sleeping in his room would be too much temptation. Once he’d marked her, though, she would be in his massive four-poster bed every night for the rest of her life, he’d told her.

“Yep, car accident. Drunk versus tree, the tree won.”

“Are you naked?” She was groggy, but not that groggy. Good God, he was starkers. It was like a solid wall of muscle cuddling up to her.

“I told you I’d make you happy every night of your life,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Does this make you happy?”

She let out a low moan of pleasure as he nipped at her ear.

“Happy doesn’t begin to describe it. But…on one condition. You let me return the favor.”

“No actual sex until I claim you,” he reminded her.

She gave him a sleepy smile. “There are other things I can do to you,” she said.

He wound one of her curls around his finger, frowning and pursing his lips as if thinking about it. “Are there, now? And what might they be?”

She snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warm strength of his body, and his cock gave an interested twitch. Her smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Why don’t I show you?” she said.

He gave a happy growl and pulled her into his arms, settling onto his back in the bed with Heather on top of him. She wriggled self-consciously. “Won’t I squish you?” she asked.

“Nuh-uh,” Knox replied, and she covered his mouth with hers, drawing his lower lip between hers and gently suckling it before swiping across it with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to open to her.

The kiss was slow and sweet – searching, exploring. Heather stroked the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his late-night stubble beneath her fingertips. She kept her movements soft and gentle, but already she could feel his cock growing, getting thicker and harder as each beat of his heart pumped blood into the swelling organ. It was a heady feeling of power, the way his body responded so swiftly and surely to her touch, and she heard herself give a little purr of satisfaction.

She pulled away from his mouth and laid a trail of soft kisses over his cheek and jaw, moving down until she was kissing the skin of his throat. She bit the flesh, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him groan and shift underneath her. She sucked hard on the side of his neck, drawing it against her teeth then running her tongue over the purplish bruise of the love bite that was starting to bloom on his skin. She kissed the spot.

As she ran her tongue along his collar bone, he slid his hands down her back, making long sweeps to either side of her spine then circling his palms on the generous swells of her ample backside. He gave a brief moan of disappointment as she slid out of his grasp to move down and begin kissing his broad chest. But the moan turned into a gasp of excitement as she tweaked his nipple between her lips and swirled her tongue over the flat copper coin of his areola. He shuddered.

She kissed and licked his flat belly, tracing the defined outline of each muscle of his six-pack before reaching the fine trail of curly hair that ran from his belly button down towards his bobbing, straining cock. He shifted beneath her and she smiled against his skin, then wrapped her hand around his dick and licked the head like a lollipop. A pearly drop of pre-cum had gathered there, and its salty flavor burst across her taste buds. She licked him again. His iron-hard length twitched in her hand, and his breathing was harsh and ragged, his body tense with anticipation.

Heather wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, bracing the base of his shaft with her hand, and slowly…slowly…she sank down over him, sucking him in inch by inch until her lips hit the spot where her thumb and forefinger encircled his shaft. She felt his low groan rumble through his body and felt his broad, warm hands on the back of her skull.

She stayed still for a moment, gathering her breath, then she pulled back, hollowing her cheeks as she dragged her tongue over the underside of his dick. The head came free of her mouth with a
pop
, and she kissed and licked the tip once more, lapping away the stickiness. He tasted good – clean and masculine with that characteristic astringent tang of semen.

She took him into her mouth again, sliding down more rapidly this time and then pulling back, caressing him with the soft, wet inside of her mouth until he was sighing and groaning, interrupting the passionate noises to curse incoherently when she flicked his frenulum with the tip of her tongue. She could feel moisture trickling down the insides of her thighs, and her channel clenched greedily as her own excitement rose as she worked Knox’s rock-hard cock.

She set up a steady pace, bobbing her head to take him in, rolling his balls gently in her palm in counterpoint to the in-and-out strokes. He groaned desperately, struggling not to break and just thrust into her mouth.

Unable to bear the tension for a moment longer, she straddled his leg and rubbed against him, whimpering around his cock as she sought the sweet friction of his muscular thigh against the aching flesh of her needy pussy.

As she worked her mouth over his length, she hummed low in her throat, adding a subtle vibration to the slick embrace of her lips, and Knox gasped a string of curse words that turned the air blue. He dug his fingers into her scalp. The muscles of his flat stomach twitched and jerked with the effort of holding back. Heather squeezed his balls gently between her palms and tickled the nerve-dense pad of flesh behind them with her fingertips. He clenched his jaw so hard she could hear his teeth grinding.

“Fuck, Heather. Oh God. You’ve got to stop, honey. I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

She released him from her mouth and blew cool air over the damp skin, grinning to herself as a whole-body shudder overtook him. The she wriggled her way back up his body and lay beside him, looking down into his face before wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft again.

He had bright patches of color high on his cheekbones and his eyes looked wild. His pupils were blown wide, so his golden-brown irises were almost completely swallowed up. His breath lurched unsteadily in and out of his lungs, and sweat beaded his temples and the graceful sweep of his collar bone. His dick felt impossibly hard in her palm, throbbing to the beat of his heart.

She leaned down until her lips were millimeters from his, and she whispered, “Fuck me, Knox.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, though she could see the effort it cost him. “Not until I’ve claimed you.”

“Please…” She ran her fingers along his length, squeezing it with a slow, sensual pressure, and he gave another tortured groan.

He rolled towards her, and for a moment she thought she’d teased him into giving in and taking her. She knew he wanted to be inside her, pumping into her warm depths until they both came apart in a world-rocking explosion of mutual bliss.

But instead of positioning his glistening head at her entrance, he sought her core with his hand, parting her folds with his fingers. She opened her mouth to protest, to persuade, but then he moved his fingers just so, gliding them over her clit, and her words were snatched away by a silent, open-mouthed, “Oh…”

Knox ran his fingertips around her clit in smooth, circular motions, making her soaking wet and setting up a singing sensations in her core that rose and intensified. He added layers of harmony and pitch with his mouth on her breast until her whole being seemed to be taken over by the music he was playing on her body.

She didn’t even realize she’d stopped stroking his cock until he thrust into her hand, timing his movements to the spiraling motions he was making against her slippery center.

She moaned and parted her legs, and he slid two fingers smoothly into her slick, grasping channel. As he withdrew his fingers, he curled them to drag them over her G-spot, and all the while his thumb moved back and forth on her button. He pushed into her hand again and again even as he worked his fingers inside her body and his mouth ravished her breast, pushing her closer and closer to her crisis.

His thrusts got faster, the motion of his fingers inside her rougher and less controlled, and his mouth stilled against her breast. She could see the tension knotting his broad shoulders, and his breath came in long, agonized shudders.

He cried out against her body as he jerked and spasmed, coming long and hard, spattering thick ropes of cum over her hip and belly. The sound of his primal, soul-deep groan sparked something inside her and she came too, bucking her hips up against his hand and helplessly shouting her release.

They spiraled back to reality together, holding each other tight, sheened with sweat and sticky with cum, trembling with exhaustion and the aftershocks of their love making.

“That,” said Knox, when he’d recovered his voice, “was amazing.”

Heather thought about the way he’d used his clever fingers and his hot body to thwart her seduction attempt. “That,” she replied, “was sneaky. But you won’t hear me complaining.”

* * * * *

The next day, Heather strolled across Knox’s property at 11 a.m. Everybody else was at work, or running the small dairy farm.

Knox had left several hours ago. He was at work, out on patrol. He’d taken Kevin and his packmates with him, pretending to look for Margaret. He took them to the areas where teenage runaways might congregate. That was fine. It gave the appearance that he was trying to help, but Heather already knew that Margaret wouldn’t be in any of those places.

She’d gotten Knox to give her access to the documents regarding pack law that Trista had recommended, and studied them for the last couple of days, but so far, unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to come up with anything that would help her for sure.

At this point it came down to everyone else’s word against Margaret’s, and everybody was doing their best to trash-talk the girl’s reputation.

Olive was visiting Margaret early each morning, taking her food and clean outfits and keeping her company for an hour or two. Then she’d go straight back to her house and shower so nobody could pick up Margaret’s scent on her. She lived in town, off pack property, so she could get away with it.

Olive was the only shifter that Heather could trust to help with Margaret. Everybody else lived in fear of Knox’s word, and nobody would dare defy him. Olive was older than dirt and owned half the town. She feared nobody. She always treated Knox with respect in public, of course, because he was the Alpha, but behind his back she did whatever the heck she pleased.

Heather stopped walking and sat down on an oak tree that had been felled by lightning. As spring gave way to summer, the forest was ablaze with color. There were red maple trees, curled green fiddlehead ferns and blazing yellow forsythia. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the rich, loamy forest floor. This would be her new home. The pack would be her new family. Her children would turn into wolves and play on this forest floor. She marveled at the thought.

“What’s the matter, human, Knox get bored with you already?” Heather whirled around. Sasha, slinking up to her with a malicious snarl on her face. Great.

“He’s at work,” Heather said with annoyance. She stood up to return to the main house.

“Keep telling yourself that, skin,” Sasha sneered. Knox had told her that “skin” was an insulting reference to humans.

“Okay, I will. Keep telling yourself you’ve got a shot with him,” Heather said, bored.

Sasha leaped in front of her, and her face went furry.

“Here’s the thing, human.” Her speech was slurred, as fangs thrust down from her gums, and a rope of saliva slid from her mouth. “He hasn’t claimed you yet, which obviously means he’s not interested, by the way. He’s stringing you along. He does that.”

That stung, even though she knew it was a lie. “Oh, Sasha, is it fun in that delusional little land inside your head?” Heather changed direction and began walking; Sasha hurried to walk right next to her, uncomfortably close. She could feel Sasha’s hot breath on her face.

“It’s going to be fun when I rip your throat out thirty seconds from now. Pack law allows me to do that; as I was saying, he hasn’t claimed you, and you know of our existence, so I am legally permitted to kill you.” Her eyes shone with rage and a demented glee.

A bolt of fear shot through Heather.

“Are you crazy? He’s going to claim me.” Heather took a step back.

“Sez you. I can smell your fear, skin. I like it.”

Now she wasn’t just scared, she was pissed. “Your Alpha told you to stay away from me.”

“No, he told me to stay out of his house. I’m not in his house. Oh, he may be mad for a little while, but he’ll get over it, and he’ll see that him and me were meant to be together. He loved me until you came along, you
bitch.
”

She shifted into wolf form, sinking down to all fours. She crouched low.

A cry came from the bushes.

“Heather, run!” Olive shouted.

Olive burst out of the underbrush, shifting as she went. She was small and lean and her snout was grizzled; she was probably half Sasha’s size, but she hurled herself at Sasha with utter ferocity. She leaped on top of Sasha and the two female wolves began rolling in the dirt, struggling to get at each other’s necks.