Hunting The Alpha Wolf (Dark Paranormal Romance (Erotic Horror, Erotika)) (9 page)

"You don’t make it
easy do you," Constantine smiled.

Sara said,
"Sorry." Then she ran her hand under the arch of the wheel, the box
was still there. Thank you God, she thought. She slid it open and the key
dropped into her hand.

"You get in, I'll
pull," Constantine said.

Sara nodded and opened
the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. She was at an uncomfortable angle,
but she still managed to get the key in and start the engine.

For the hundredth time
in her life she thanked the engineers in Gothenburg who built the reliable
vehicle as it started first time.

Putting the car in
reverse, she wound down the window, "Whenever you're ready," she
shouted.

Constantine stood at
the back of the car, in the ditch on the driver’s side, up to his knees in
snow. He put both hands under the rear bumper, grabbed the towing point and
lifted. The car shifted upwards and the tilt reduced significantly.

Sara eased off on the
clutch and the back wheel span slightly. It gained some purchase but nowhere
near enough.

 Constantine lifted
higher and pushed harder, shifting the entire back of the car out of the ditch
and on to the road. Because of the angle the back wheels were now hanging above
the ground. Carefully Sara eased back on the clutch holding off on the
accelerator so the wheels didn't spin.

Constantine made his
way around to the front of the car, braced his back against the wall and placed
one foot on the bumper. He caught Sara's eye nodded and shoved.

The car shot backwards
straight out of the ditch onto the road. Sara steered it backwards then shifted
over to first gear and pulled forwards so Constantine could get in.

To her surprise he was
grinning like an idiot when he opened the door and got in. "That was
fun," he said, the exertion having somehow restored some his strength.

"Let’s go,"
Sara said.

Sara lay with her head
on the pillow and drifted blissfully along. The soft sheets surrounded her
body, and the warm duvet moulded to her, comforting and reassuring.

The sheets smelled
lovely and fresh, which mingled divinely with the scent of jasmine which
pervaded the whole room.

She smiled, hearing the
shower in the en-suite running noisily. She imagined the water flowing down
Constantine’s hard body. For an idle minute she considered joining him in the
shower, then quickly decided against it.

He needed some privacy
after the last few hours.

Stretching her legs she
felt the cotton rub deliciously against her naked body. She had always slept
nude, no matter what the outside temperature was, and this bed was simple
magical.

The pillow was just
firm enough, the mattress soft and it all had that wonderfully tight, clean
sheet feeling.

After having spent the
last evening chained to a wall and the last few hours running for her life the
feeling was just lovely.

It had taken them
twenty minutes to get back to the town and find somewhere suitable to stay. The
snow was thickening when they had pulled into the car park of a local hotel.

They'd decided not to
try to go any further that night, the weather was closing in. Sara was sure
that their captors had enough to deal with, and had no idea who she was anyway.

She had left
Constantine in the car while she checked in, picking a room across the
courtyard from the main entrance.

She had paid with a
credit card that she always carried, but never used before. Her father had
given it to her for emergencies. Since she was out of money in her own account,
and had no other way to pay for the room, this, she realised, was definitely an
emergency.

Still, it pained her
massively to use it, she hated relying on anyone.

Constantine had snuck
into the room, and while she showered had put the TV on and refamiliarised
himself with world events by watching the BBC rolling news.

She thought that she'd
heard him talking to someone while she was showering; perhaps he was ordering
room service. She called out, "Order me a club sandwich," but she
wasn't sure that he'd heard.

Sara was exhausted so
despite the early hour, she felt incredibly drowsy. So now, weary to her bones
she turned the shower off, dried herself, and crawled into bed.

Constantine striped off
his borrowed, tight and unpleasantly stained jeans and went into the bathroom
for a shower himself.

She idly noticed the
phone had been moved, but no room service arrived so she thought that she must
have been mistaken.

Oh well, she thought, I
can get a good breakfast in the morning, I’m probably too tired to eat now
anyway.

Ten minutes later, she
heard the shower go off, and was drifting off to sleep when she felt
Constantine slip into the bed next to her.

Her body trembled in
anticipation; she felt a warm flush spread down her back at the thought of his
hard, muscled body just inches away.

She lay still for a
minute, hearing him breathe next to her, relishing the intense heat that
emanated from his body. It had taken ages to get the cold out of her bones, and
even now her legs ached from the night’s incarceration.

She had to admit that
other places hurt as well, due to the nights more pleasant activities.

Activities she was
determined to re-enact in more traditional surroundings.

Constantine rolled over
so that he was facing her, she felt him move and could sense the slightest hint
of his breath on her neck. He still had not touched her, so, she stretched out
on the bed, keeping her back to him, feeling her muscles pop and relax as she
did so.

She heard his breathing
speed up as he watched her body move, the sheet sliding over her skin, and he
smiled.

Sara shifted her weight
slightly and curled up again, so that her bottom slid slowly and deliberately
into him. Her buttocks were now pressing gently on his groin; she could feel
the stirring of his cock against her cheeks.

Moving slowly she eased
herself up until his stiffening penis nestled right between her cheeks and she
squeezed gently. She felt him stiffen  and lengthen as she languorously moved
her buttocks up and down his member, keeping it pressed against her small hole
as she did.

The delicious friction
made her moan in desire, but she was determined to take it slow.

While she wanted
nothing more than to roll over and straddle him, but she knew that they both
wanted the moment to last.

Biting her lip she
moved backwards so that her whole body was pressed against his. Sara could feel
his muscles pressing into her back, the front of his legs pressing against the
back of hers.

He was hot, really hot.

His rock hard cock now
pressed firmly between her cheeks and she gyrated her bottom, applying pressure
on the end of his member, and she heard him moan in response.

Constantine pressed his
mouth on her neck, nibbling and caressing as he reached around her body with
his right hand and cupped her breast. Her breasts were full and heavy, and he
slowly stroked them, working his fingers around her nipples, running his nails
across the skin.

She leaned back
further, rubbing her face against his she twisted her neck and for a second
their lips met, then he moved his hand down her body.

With infinite care and
slowness he moved his hand down over her belly, his fingernails grazing the
skin, the slight pain enhancing the sensation. She pressed herself against him,
desire washing over her.  Sara gripped her own breasts, rubbing them, caressing
herself, stimulating the pleasure zones she knew so well, and a throaty growl
escaped her mouth.

"Don’t stop,"
she said as his hand slid between her legs, pulling on the fine hairs of her
pubes before delving across her clitoris and plunging deep inside her.

One finger, then two
explored her, while his thumb expertly strummed her nub.

Sara pushed backwards,
and he pulled her harder against him.

His cock was now
nudging against her rear entrance, and while she did not want him to actually
push it in she loved the sensation. Sara reached around and grabbed his
throbbing cock, guiding the end so it pressed against her entrance. She held
it, hard and smooth in her hand, rubbing it in just the right spot to drive her
wild.

With every stroke of
his fingers she pushed backwards, and his cock teased her more, tormented her
with temptation. Her bottom was now wet with his pre cum and her own juice, and
she knew that should she want to she could just slide him inside. As wonderful
as that would be it would also have spoiled what she wanted to happen later.

Constantine’s member
twitched against her, he was close to climax, she could feel him tensing. So
she eased back, pulling away slightly, not wanting to rush things.

Sara shifted around so
she was facing him and then, pushed him back to the bed brutally, harshly. In control,
in charge, she laid him on his back and worked her mouth down from his neck
across his nipples down his belly to his damp hard cock.

Constantine felt warmth
envelop him as she lowered her mouth down its length. The feeling made him moan
and writhe on the bed, pushing his hands on the bedpost, pushing upwards to
press himself against her.

Sara moved slowly up
his cock before delicately licking the juice from the end.

He watched as she then
straddled his legs, and then leaned down rubbing the nipple of her left breast
across his penis. Next, taking it in her hands, she placed his length between
her breasts and pushed them together. Sara squeezed his cock between her tits
and with her fingers she caressed her nipples, massaging his cock between her warm
flesh.

Constantine could not
hold back any longer, the sudden hot friction made him shudder and he sprayed
cum across her chest. White and sticky it dripped slowly from her nipples and
ran across her belly. Sara grinned and holding his cock at the root, maintaining
its erection, she sat across him positioning herself so she could slide down on
it.

Constantine felt a new
pleasure as she squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, he watched her rub his
semen into her breast, watched a drop flick from her nipple and he hardened
again.

Sara pushed his hands
above his head and rode him hard and fast. Moving herself with increasing speed
and vigor they ground against each other. Then, when she could hold out no more
she leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing down and twisting
firmly as she did.

The effect was
electrifying, and a heat spread from their joined lips downwards to they joined
sex. He shot inside her, filling her, and as she felt it's heat she orgasmed.
Leaning back, running her hands through her hair, eyes closed she cried out in 
passion as she dragged every second of pleasure from him.

Constantine lay back
seeing this wonderful sexy creature writhing above him. His eyes drank in the
sight of her breasts, slick with sweat and cum, her face shiny as she climaxed
a second time.

He realised at that
moment that he had to protect her from his unnatural world. That he had to look
after her, and that he had to make sure that she came to no harm from the world
that she had been dragged into.

Sara kissed him again
and moved off him, leaving a delicious sensation of warmth behind her. She lay
beside him, her head resting on his shoulders, her hand running along his
muscled chest as she idly stroked his pubic hair and caressed his warm wet
penis.

Sara said nothing,
feeling closer to this man that she'd only known for less than 24 hours than
she had to anyone else in her life.

Her head resting
against his chest, hearing his heart beating strongly, she drifted off to
sleep.

In the morning when she
woke up, he was gone.

He had left his jeans
in the bin, a dull ache between her legs and a hastily scrawled note on the
pillow next to her.

Sara,

I am sorry to leave you
like this, but I can see no other way. If I wake you then you will argue, and
perhaps I will give in and not leave.

I am grateful for your
help, more than you can really imagine. If you had not stumbled into my life I
would still be stuck in that cell, stuck until they tired of hunting me and had
me killed.

So, don't mistake my
leaving for any lack of gratitude on my part, or any indication of my level of
affection for you. No, but I am well aware that while our captors are unlikely
to know who you are, since you had no id on you and they clearly had not found
your car, they absolutely know who I am.

So, for us to stay
together will put you at risk of recapture. I have therefore decided to make my
own way home, to see what parts of my life can be recreated, what I can
recapture without arousing suspicion from the Furies.