Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love (24 page)

Melody loosed a startled scream and lost control of the bike. Moving with wulf speed, Hunter grabbed the handlebar and steadied his cycle, the other hand going around Mel’s shoulders in a protective hold. He felt the thudding of her heart beating a rapid tattoo against his side.

“Oh man,” she moaned, leaning her forehead on his chest, “you scared the hell out of me!”

“I doubt it,” he murmured, carefully hiking his left leg over the saddle and wedging his back between the handlebars. He faced her, easily straddling the bike. Giving her a salacious grin, he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve always wanted to shag a tough biker bitch on the Golden Gate Bridge.”

He’d counted on her love of passionate make-believe to take over, and Melody didn’t disappoint him. Face lighting up, she dropped right into character, thrusting her generous 128

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breasts out and shimmying her shoulders. Since she no longer needed to hold up the bike, she was free to place her feet on the running boards, enabling her to widen the angle of her legs.

“I only fuck hard, rough, big-bad-wulf bikers,” she crooned in a rough, sexy drawl.

Fingering the seam of her blouse, she glanced coyly up from beneath her long lashes. “You think you’re ... hard ... enough for me; think you’re bad wulf enough to handle this hot, red morsel?” she asked, sliding one hand in a suggestive glide down past her round tummy.

Hunter swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth, felt his fangs lengthening. Buford lengthened, too, nudged at the zipper of his jeans, which suddenly felt too tight and constricting. Staying in character, he narrowed his eyes. “How dare you ask if I’m bad enough for you when you’re wearing panties?”

Looping her arms around his neck, she lifted up enough for him to get his hands under her bottom. “Hey, I’m only wearing them because you haven’t had the gumption to tear them off me,” she countered, boldly staring up into his admiring eyes.

Grinning at her, Hunter reached down and grabbed the elastic band at each hip, used his claws to rip through the silky material of her undies. About to toss them over his shoulder, he paused at the frantic protest she breathed.

“You can’t leave my panties on the bridge, Doofus!”

“Why not?” he asked her, holding the scraps out of her reach. “I thought that was the idea ... letting the whole world know I’d fucked my biker bitch right here at the tollbooth.”

She squirmed on the seat, her rich scent rising and sharpening with her agitation.

“They’re too big to leave lying around,” she mumbled, trying harder to snatch them from Hunter’s possession.

A bark of laughter escaped him before he sobered abruptly. “I’m going to put an end to this shit, right now, Melody Ann.”

Hunter balled her panties into a small wad, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock. It jutted from between his thighs, thick and long, wider than her wrist, the broad plum-shaped head glistening with pre-cum.

Using her torn undies, he cleaned his cock, wiping the seeping cum from his glans.

Mouth firm, he flung the panties as far as he could. “There! Some wulf will find those, smell the mingled aroma of your sweet scent and my spunk and probably be jealous as hell.” His arms went around Melody, hands sweeping under her skirt to palm the generous globes of her ass. “If you’re worried about the size of your panties, don’t wear any!” He ran his palms over the smooth, warm flesh of her hips and ass, probed between her thighs, testing the wet, welcoming heat of her sex. “I happen to love what those undies cover, and the idea of having all this bounty naked and ready for me makes me want to howl.”

Fitting action to words, Hunter flung his head back and sang to the wind. “Woof-aaaaahhhhooooooooorrrrghh!” This is my bitch ... challenge if you dare!

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She shivered and cuddled closer. Hunter dropped his head, gazing at her in growing arousal. “Some big biker bitch you are,” he teased, wanting her back in the mood. “You still haven’t flashed me any flesh! I wanna see titties, bitch ... and lots of ’em!”

Melody cupped her big breasts in her hands and flaunted them at him. “What will you give me in return for a glimpse of these mamas?”

He feigned outrage. “What do you mean, what’ll I give you? You owe me! I’ve already shown you my fine cock, which is about to shrivel up from the cold!”

“Ooh, the poor baby!” she cried, swooping down to cover the head with her lips. She slurped her way up his length, using tongue and teeth in the manner he’d taught her.

Hunter groaned, grimacing at the burning, hot pleasure of her mouth. His balls tightened and lifted, compacted so hard he thought they’d shatter. Much as he hated to bring this to an end, he placed his hands at both sides of her head and tugged her off him. “Oh, hell baby, you keep this up, the scene will be over before we get to the good part.”

She smirked. “Just trying to warm you up, hon!”

“It worked,” he groused, fisting his cock forlornly. “I’m hot as hell right now.” He frowned at her. “If you don’t get those tits bare, I’m going to spank your ass.”

Melody smiled at him, sniffing. “Don’t you know? Big, bad, biker bitches love bare-bottomed beatings!”

Hunter stared at her for a full minute. Then he laughed so hard, he snorted his own spit and started choking. Laughing and coughing, he rocked back and forth so much he almost lost control of the bike.

Just as he regained control, she narrowed her eyes in warning. “In case you’re really thinking about hitting me, you should remember that big, bad, biker bitches beat big, bad-boy-bikers back!”

That set him off, again.

Once he finally stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his face with one hand while he drew a grinning Melody toward him with the other. Mother Moon, Hunter prayed silently, I love this woman! Don’t let anything ever take her away from me!

Out loud, he said, “That does it, sweet bitch! You’re getting fucked!”

“Bout time,” she muttered, going into his arms with trusting surrender.

He made quick work of her blouse, careful not to rip it since she’d have to have some kind of covering for the long ride home. A flick of his wrists released the front catch of her bra, letting her breasts fall out into his hands. “Ah, there are my two fine girls!”

Hunter bent over, taking first one and then the other tip into the hot cavern of his mouth, sucking on the stiff, thick morsels of her aroused nipples. Her hands cradled his head, urging him closer to her bounty. “Please, Hunter, suck hard on my nipples. I love your mouth on me.”

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He didn’t need much encouragement. Using teeth and tongue, he worked her flesh until she writhed under him, rubbing her full belly against the jutting bulk of his cock.

Groaning himself, he slipped a hand between her thighs and pressed a finger on the little hillock of nerves so sensitive and responsive to touch.

He loved hearing her moans and sighs, adored watching her big body shift and sway, as he kissed and bit and licked his way down her chest. Cramped on the bike as they were, he couldn’t reach her pussy with his mouth, so he improvised by swiping his cock in the groove of her narrow channel, dragging the thick head over the cream-slicked flesh again and again until she sobbed for release.

Hunter closed his eyes, breath coming heavy, reaching for much needed control. When he opened them, he found Melody watching him, her eyes bright in the cool light of the floating moon. He couldn’t resist taking her lips.

She was sweet as honey, rich as dark chocolate, her taste at once familiar and forever new. He wallowed in the tart tang found under her tongue, sipped nectar from her full bottom lip ... He would never get enough of her.

“Now, Hunter! Take me now, I’m begging you ...” Melody gripped his shoulders, lifted her bottom to impale herself on his jutting cock.

He helped her, tilting his hips so he slid up her channel on a smooth glide. His wulfen muscles flexing, he lifted her up and down on his hard length, burrowing deep inside her with a fierce joy, a possessive madness he couldn’t explain -- only experience.

“Oh yes ... oh, yes ...!” Melody crooned, eyes dazed and unfocused, her hands restless on him. She dropped open-mouthed, pecking kisses all along his body and over his shoulders.

“God, Hunter, your cock feels good inside me ... so good, so hot, so hard! Mhmm ... yeah ...

give me more, lover! Don’t hold back ...”

Her wild cries urged him on, and Hunter drew her bottom onto his lap and tilted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts to reach that elusive spot designed to send her over the top. Hips surging, cock boring into her, plumbing her depths with each deep hard stroke, he gazed down in wonder at the jouncing movements of her abundant breasts, her ample belly and thighs.

Built like the ancient goddess men worshiped in the dawn of time; the mother, the life-giver, Melody was a vision of loveliness in his eyes. When they joined like this -- flesh-to-flesh, intertwined like the mystic looping of the eternity symbol -- it was magic, indescribably wonderful -- it was making love. Hunter’s heart thudded as he buried his mouth in the mysterious bend where her neck met her shoulder, seeking his mark. Face hidden against her, he resorted to mind-speak to express his deepest feelings Sweet bitch, I can never say in words how much you mean to me. You are the wind across my muzzle when I run as wulf. You are the moonlight on water that quenches thirst.

The taste of your mouth is better than the hot beating heart of the buck at the end of the hunt. Stars shine in your eyes, and peace is laying my head in your lap, your hand in my fur.

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I love, love, LOVE you until there is no Hunter without Melody. My Mel, you a e my song r

to the night, the reason I howl. You are my true-bond mate ...

“Oh, Hunter, I love you, too,” she cried, tears cascading down her lovely black face.

She rose up to reach his mouth, her open lips an invitation he didn’t resist.

Sliding one hand down her spine, he curved her body into his, lifting and lowering her along his thick erection with jarring force. Her vaginal walls fluttered around him, clenching tight on his penis as she started to come.

“That’s right, my big, beautiful biker bitch, come on my cock, rain your hot juices all over me ...” He panted, slamming his hips up at her, jamming his cock in her constricting pussy.

A well-timed stinging slap to her bouncing ass cheek sent her over the top. With a scream that rent the sky, Melody came. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him, trapping him inside while the powerful muscles milked his cock, demanding he join her in a careening flight to ecstasy.

His knot formed, filling Mel’s sheath to overflowing. Her heated depths scalded the head of his cock, burned along the shaft with flickers of lightning. His sperm churned in his scrotum, surged upward and outward.

With a barking howl, he came, copious jets of seed shooting out to flood her drenched passage. Riding a high he’d never reached before, Hunter slammed into her one last time, rotated his hips to make sure his cock penetrated as far up her spasming channel as it could go. Another grating cry left him as he succumbed to the raging orgasm that ripped his soul apart and interwove it with Melody’s.

* * * * *

It was late.

Slumped wearily against Melody, wanting nothing more than to join her in her boneless sprawl, Hunter reluctantly stirred. He had to get her home. Making sure the kickstand was down, he stood up and hefted Melody in his arms. Swinging his leg over the bike, he strode to one of the booths before gently waking his drowsing bond mate.

“Mel, honey, wake up for a moment. I need you to stand on your own while I clean you up.”

“Huh ...?” Her sleepy query made him smile. Sighing in contentment, she snuggled closer, flung one arm over his shoulder and laid her head in the crook of his neck.

Hunter tried a sterner tone. “Melody Ann, wake up!”

“Wha--?” She glanced blearily around, eyes unfocused, lids at half-mast.

“Honey, help me a little ...” He held her upright as she slowly gained her balance.

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“Don’ know whassa matter with me,” she murmured, shaking her head and blinking like a baby owl. “So tired ... sleepy!” A huge yawn cracked her jaw.

“Yeah, well, you’ve had a day of it, love,” He conceded, taking off his shirt and using it to wipe the dripping streams of his cum and her juices from between her thighs. “First, we had a major fight, and then you fought off a potential rape.”

He propped her against the wall and watched a moment, arms outstretched, to make sure she didn’t keel over. Satisfied she’d stay upright for the short time he needed, he sprinted to the cycle and wiped down the seat, tossing the sodden shirt in the right saddlebag.

Rushing back to her, he helped her slip her arms into her blouse. Keeping his voice low and soothing, he continued pointing out all she’d been through that day. “As if the fight and near rape wasn’t enough, you decided you had to befriend a troll. Damn if you didn’t do a great job, too!” He swept her up and carried her over to the bike.

“I did?” She perked up for a moment. “I really pulled it off, didn’t I?”

“You certainly did!”

She peered up at him, smiling. “Whaddya think ’bout half-troll grandkids?”

Hunter paused with one foot in the air. Carefully planting that foot, he cautiously examined her face for signs of teasing. “We haven’t had kids, yet. Or did I miss something?”

“Oscar fell in love with Blair.”

“Who the fuck is Oscar and what’s he doing falling in love with Blair?”

Melody giggled like a drunk laughing at her own jokes. “Tracy said her name is Oscar because that’s what Blair called her.”

Hunter took the time to digest her statement, and then gave a laughing sigh. “I really have to get you home.”

“Are we going to do the nasty dog when we get there?”