Red
Rya
Warm sweet spring air tickles the inside of my nose, thick with the heaviness of pollen. Birdsong and breezes rustle the trees as if singing a lullaby for my ears to hear. This is not a barren winter wilderness; this is a flourish of fertility at how the land is coming alive again.
Dallas carries my bags to the door. Turning to the side, I see my garden ready to be planted with this year’s harvest. It’s cast in small shadows as cotton-like clouds drift lazily by.
“Dallas, thank you for doing all this work for me.” He’s staring at me, watching me take all his hard work in.
“I liked doing it for you.” His face gives a little blush; I feel like licking his face. What is wrong with me?
Opening the door to my place, everything is the same except the walls. They’ve been fixed and painted the same color they once were. On my large table are containers of small seedling plants. The aroma of parsley, thyme, and lemon balm saturates the inside of my house along with all the different varieties of herbs that will be planted. It feels as if mother earth is present inside my home. I take a deep inhale. Not a trace of the previous wolf is left inside my space. It’s as if she has never been here.
“Did you fix the wall?” I call out to him.
“Yes,” he says from my bedroom. I can hear the bags lightly dropping on my dresser. His hands are empty now, and I want them to be full again with me in them. I can’t help these thoughts that grip me at the moment. I have this singular need at the moment to be consumed by him.
Trying to shove these thoughts to the side, I look into the fridge, noticing lots of different containers of food with little notes attached to them. Picking up the first small note, it’s from Cora saying welcome home.
Looking at all the other notes, it’s from the females who I helped birth their pups.
“This was nice of them to do this,” I say, holding the small notes in my hands.
“They all got together and made you enough food to last a few weeks until you get settled back into the swing of things. They thought you would like it.” Dallas is getting closer to me, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.
His eyes become a darker blue as the Wild in him tries to stare out. That only spurs the Nature of the Wild to make her presence known. I have to hold the top of the chair; she wants to run with his Wild so bad.
“Rya.” Voice dropping deeper, huskier, he takes a step into my space. I could moan out at how he affects me. A tremble of lust travels from the tip of my spine to the bottom of my stomach, resting heavily deep down inside me.
Our eyes lock together, neither one of us looking away. The feel of his hand on the curve of my hip has me inhaling sharply into his chest. A kiss to my shoulder, a nip at my ear. Closing my eyes, I have never felt so overwhelmingly needful in all my life.
Hand on my ass, he brings me against him.
Fingers go up the inside of my shirt before it’s off completely. He takes a step back, taking in the sight that I hoped he would appreciate. He does with a growl that shakes his muscles and saturates my panties.
“This looks very nice on you, Rya.” His finger lingers over the top of the material that’s supporting my chest.
His other hand goes to my pants. The button is undone, zipper pulled down. A little hint of red hits his eyes that are dilating now. I can hear his heartbeat swishing in my own ears.
The feel of his overwhelming desire for me is intoxicating. His eyes burn a trail of need into flesh that’s twitching with anticipation.
His finger hooks into the top of my underwear, pulling the delicate fabric away. He looks inside, and another growl consumes his entire being.
Males are visual; I’m aiming to satisfy his most basic sense of sight.
The kiss he gives me is soft, gentle, but as his hands start to travel over my backside, our kiss deepens, becomes more demanding. Arms tangling with arms, my leg tries to go over his hip to press him more against me.
Lifting me off my feet, he begins walking us to the bedroom. I rub myself on him, hands in his hair. He’s bitten my lips slightly, the way his teeth are descending.
I’m trembling. So is he. He doesn’t make it to the bed as he holds me against the wall, letting my body slide down him so his knee rests between my legs and I’m barely on tip toes. He leans into me, and my eyes almost roll in the back of my head.
Ravenous.
His palms collide with my inner wrists, raising my arms above my head, tongue and teeth beginning to nibble between the valley of my chest. His teeth leave red lines on flesh that is heated in the most basic desperation of want.
I need to feel him. I have to feel him.
His knee is pressing more firmly into my sex. I rock myself back and forth on him. His one hand keeps my arms suspended above me while his other hand goes inside the red bra, pulling the material away to expose myself to him. Head dips low, tongue twirls around my sensitive nipple, everything is so much more sensitive to touch.
This is everything…
Teeth gently bite down, tugging, taunting, to cause sighs of pleasure to ooze out in honey thick sounds.
“Rya, you smell good.” His nose buries itself into my neck. He’s sucking the skin hard into his mouth, his body quivering along with mine.
Dallas wakes up some deep-rooted desire. It’s starting to bloom to life.
I feel flushed. Hot.
My hands tangle in his hair, roam over his back, grab onto his bottom, trying to pull him closer to me. My body is on fire. I have one goal in front of me, and he’s what I need. I gasp as he pulls my bottom lip with his teeth, letting his tongue sweep over my lip before letting go and claiming my mouth again.
Heavy breathing between the both of us…
“The things I want to do to you.” His velvety whispers hit my ear, liquid warmth pooling between my legs.
I’m so wet.
His mouth kisses me until he is my mouth. I’m partly out of my bra; the swell of my breasts are heaving up and down, nipples standing out proud. Claws come out, ripping the material of his shirt from the back. I’ll leave scratches on him. I need to feel his skin against mine. I need to leave my mark on his skin.
His back feels smooth. The way his muscles are flexing under my hand makes me moan. He’s making senseless noises that are low and slow in his throat.
The wall has had its fun as he picks me up again in his arms, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. My hair falls all around us. Pulsing with such strong instinct, I latch onto his neck with my mouth the way he does, pulling on his skin as hard as I can without breaking it.
I want to break his skin.
He stills for a moment, angling his neck in such a way that if I want to claim him, there is no stopping me. I keep sucking on the spot above his collarbone, on the soft flesh of his neck. He lets out a long moan, one of his hands going to the wall to steady us. My inner thighs are quaking with the vibration of his wolf’s low, pleasurable growls.
A little bead of sweat makes a path in the middle of my chest that he licks up.
“You taste sweet.” He nips at my shoulder.
His hair tickles between my fingers.
Lips are everywhere, nose, cheeks, jaw, ears.
Somehow the mattress hits my back. He stands before me. His shirt now gone, I look to his pants that need to come off now.
I feel greedy with the way I want.
He reaches down with one hand, looking at me while undoing his top button. He waits as if asking for consent. I nod my head yes. There is no looking away as he pulls his zipper down with a purpose.
My eyes take in the picture he’s showing me. A small gasp slips out.
A grin comes over his face when his pants hit the floor, this male standing in front of me with no inhibitions at all. He takes my pants off easily. I’m left in my little red garments that are meant for his eyes only.
He crawls over the top of me before laying his weight between my thighs, pushing me into the bed.
My legs go around his waist as if on a natural guided instinct.
His breath on my neck, rocking his hips into me, he moans right next to my ear. Almost on a primal level.
He’s giving me the most dangerous kiss.
A finger slips to the edge of the flimsy material that is barely holding onto my body. It’s more for show than a barrier to keep him out.
Desperate.
Feeling his finger slide along the inside of my folds, I moan out hard when it enters inside me as a second one follows, filling me up tight. But not enough. I want, no need, more than this. The pressure of them being buried inside me, stretching me, is moan-inducing. He’s pushing them in as far as they can go, while I push back against him, getting them deeper, filling me more, stretching me more…I need more.
Vocalized pleasures are making him smile. My body squirms to his rhythm. Deep warmth is spreading, building up. His other finger strokes my sensitive spot over and over again, faster and faster. Another finger is added, and I bite my lip with the feeling of being stretched too much.
Stiffening slightly with the fullness, one’s taken out, but just as soon as it’s taken out, I wish it were back inside me, filling me completely up to the point of slight pain.
He groans as he watches what he’s doing to me. Gripping the bedding in fists, arching myself, toes curling in bliss. He consumes my lips with his in a greedy embrace as I wither and start to come undone from his touch. Another groan is let out in my ear before his mouth starts to suck and pull on my left breast. He angles his head so he takes my right one inside his mouth, flicking his tongue over my hard nipple. It’s so sensitive I think I almost jump from what a tongue can do.
Pulling his fingers out of me, I actually whimper, no…trying to direct his hand back to the place it just was…he starts to kiss my ribs, working his mouth downwards, biting and licking as he goes…
His hands on either side of my inner thighs, he spreads them just a little more so his head can fit nicely between them.
He inhales…
“I’ve had dreams about this,” Dallas says, only to smell me once more. A long deep pull through his nose. His eyes close for more than a blink.
With the first touch of his tongue on me, I do jump, and he has to hold me down slightly. He begins to devour me from the inside out, licking, sucking, his finger back inside me while I arch my back, spreading myself more for him, his chest a non-stop growling rumble while my body vibrates its pleasure…
He holds me down by a hand. I want to rise to the ceiling; this feels too good.
So good.
My hips move while my hands are wrapped into his hair, trying to get him closer to the inside of me, not wanting this to stop. It’s hard to control the shaking of my inner thighs.
“Please don’t stop.” Dallas only moans as he crawls up my body, trailing kissing all over.
Looking between our bodies, his maleness on full display, rubbing up against my wet entrance. His blood engorged muscles rippling underneath tight flesh. I spread my legs for him as he fists himself to put just the very tip inside.
His eyes void of any color, teeth fully descended, the Wild in him tries to break out. He holds himself above me for my approval, silently asking for my okay. The tiny nod of my head is enough for him.
His hand goes to my hip, holding me while in one powerful stroke he pushes himself inside me. I try to wiggle away, but he’s holding me in my spot. It’s too much to accommodate what he’s giving me, and I whimper. I’m too full.
He doesn’t pull himself out, just lets me get used to the intrusion of something so filling inside me, stretching me to beyond I thought was possible.
“Do you want me to stop?” It’s an agony of words that are breathed out.
“No.”
“You can tell me to stop, anytime.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” My voice is so deep, it’s hard to recognize.
He stays inside of me until my hips move very slightly. That’s all he needs, thinking that he’s pulling out of me. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, trying to push him in deeper.
My hips grind into his.
“Rya, you feel so good.” His voice, by the moon, his voice is so sexy the way he says my name all deep and husky has me wanting more of him. He gently rocks inside, very slow and controlled.
A whimpered breath in my ear, nails digging into the soft curve of my hip. Pulling out slightly, he goes back in deeper, and my back arches with another rock of his hips. The scent between us is strong, heady, driving us forward.
A slow side in and even slower slide almost completely out. Almost.
We’re connecting.
Another slower slide in. I can’t breathe. He’s all the way inside. Filling me.
The heat from his body penetrates into my flesh.
“Rya,” he says while pushing back inside my entrance. Almost slipping back out to push in a fraction faster than the last time. There is power behind his thrusts.
I feel him everywhere.
His breath on my neck, the rhythm increases faster and faster, and I hold onto him. My nails plunge into his back, the feeling electrifying my senses.
Pleasure and pain mix as one.
I surrender to him in this moment, this male who owns every inch of me. His mouth on mine, our moans slip between us with our tongues.
This is scarlet passion.
Trembling lips say his name out loud for his ears to hear.
He’s diving further into my core, my whole body moving with his.
The only thing I feel is us connecting, becoming of one body, no other thoughts. Just this moment we are sharing now. Here. In the present.
I can’t get enough of him.
Shifting, pulling me with a primal force.
Warmth pulses, infiltrates all of me.
Dallas moans, and so do I.
My hips rise off the bed, and he pushes me back down, demanding I take every inch of his shaft to the base.
Core. Muscles. Tighten.
Nothing matters. Only him, only this, only us.
He pulls now almost deliberately out to push deeper inside. The pace becoming fevered, harder. Hotter.
Everything is building up. I’m not sure I can handle it. A whimper from the back of his throat.
He holds me closer. I’ve dreamed about this.
My body lets go, and for a moment, all I can feel is the clenching deep inside before everything stills, then plunging down as it lets go in wave after wave of powerful rhythmic contractions that grip him firmly inside me.
He pushes himself deeper and deeper, rocking himself at a furious pace.
His body tenses, an inhaled breath before he buries himself as deep as he possibly can, coating my insides with his seed. He makes a low sound deep in his chest while saying my name. I can feel him pulsing inside my core. He has so much that it’s dripping out between my legs. I think even his toes are curling along with mine.
A glistening sheen of sweat coats our bodies, our breathing coming back down. Opening my eyes, his are there watching me.
A kiss placed on my eyelids, he pushes away some of my hair from my face. He rolls me over, so I’m resting on top of his body. He smiles up at me. He looks boyish slightly in this moment. My hair creates a curtain, so even though we’re by ourselves, it’s acting more as an intimate screen to hide behind.
He pulls my face toward his and kisses me again before letting my lips go.
“I wasn’t expecting this, Rya. I’m not sure what came over me.”
My heart drops to my stomach slightly. “Do you regret this?” I think my eyes are starting to water slightly with anxiety.
“Rya, never would I regret this.” His fingers entangle with mine as he brings them to his lips, placing gentle kisses on each fingertip. “I wish I could calm all your fears. I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you.” He’s holding me close, and I want to cry with the way he makes me feel.
“I just get this fear that I’m still not good enough, that I don’t compare. I’m sorry.” It’s my sad truth. “My own mate didn’t want me. Something has to be wrong with me.” Dallas shows his teeth in displeasure.
“Rya, please, please try to get this out of your mind. You are my future now. You’re everything I need and want. Nothing is wrong with you. You’re my meat eater.”
My stomach rumbles at this moment.
“Are you hungry?” He’s looking at me as if trying to figure a puzzle out.
“Starving, I need to be fed. We didn’t stop for dinner.”
“Do you want to hunt up some food, let the wolves out?” That’s all he needs to say as I’m up and off him in a flash. The wolf inside me wants to show him how she can eat.
Running hard, I feel fingertips trying to grab onto flesh before I’m out the door, shifting in a giant leap. Skidding to a halt, she turns to face him.
He’s standing naked in the doorway, looking at the wolf who is standing proud and fierce. She is nothing but sinew and muscle under of fur. She’s not the inexperienced wolf that left; she’s in league with the wild.
The Wild stares into his before she takes off fast, paws pounding into the rain-soaked soil, leaving her paw impressions behind, dirt kicking up behind in grit behind her.
Dusk slowly creeps in, the moon starting to ascend in the sky.
She runs hard and fast until hot breath is felt. Giving a sideways look, she stretches out her body to the fullest, nose pointing forward, tail stretched out. She runs as he takes the lead easily, his body still not stretched out completely.
The Wild bumps into his shoulder, trying to roll him onto his back. He gives a slight playful growl, bumping into her shoulder, stumbling her sure steps. Again she bumps into him, trying to gauge his strength, nipping at his ears.
He nips back before actually rolling her, exposing the soft underbelly. He playfully bites into it, biting into her neck. She tries to stand, but he’s quicker, and she can’t react as fast as he can.
He allows the Wild to get up off the ground. She leaps at him, trying to pin him down, but every time she tries, his head goes against hers as she’s tossed sideways. A huff of annoyance as he decides to lick our muzzle.
Nose to the ground, she stalks toward the trail for food.
A shift in wind alerts her to a deer. Running toward the prize, he pulls ahead. She could lose him in the shadows of the setting sun, his fur blending in with the night.
The Wild rubs herself against his side, letting her smell saturate him. Her tail curls underneath his chin. She’s acting slightly off, starting to roll on the ground on her back, pressing her scent into the earth. She does it against a tree next, then she’s on him again. This time instead of nipping, she’s licking inside his muzzle before getting behind him, trying to mount him, rubbing the inside of her legs on him.
He gives a low growl out, biting her neck. She wiggles her bottom toward his, getting underneath him, her tail angling away. His wolf starts to rub against her. With a swiftness, he bites into our neck so there is no escape. Front paws going around her chest, he mounts her quickly. Pushing into her, she gives a low rumble in her chest. They are locked into place once he’s spent. Our wolves looking into each other’s eyes, cheek pressed against cheek until he’s able to slip out.
Running once again, they find the meat trail. It’s a two year old. It’s fast, but not faster than Dallas’s wolf, who kills it easily.
A ravenous gluttony takes over as she tears into the fleshy underside of this welcome prize. Crimson drips off the muzzles, saturating the forest floor.
Chunks of meat start to expand her stomach in a fullness of misery, yet she still continues gorge on this feast fit for kings. The pregnant moon looks on at her children underneath the darkening sky.
After the carcass is almost cleaned bare, her stomach is so engorged it’s hard to trot home. I want to throw up with this feeling, yet it’s deeply satisfying to eat so much.
Coming into the house, my stomach is distended, protruding out almost like the soft curve of a newly pregnant female. I touch it, letting my hand go over the roundness of it before my shoulders hunch slightly with the fact I could never produce offspring of my own.
Dallas goes to my room, picking his clothes off the ground, going to get dressed.
“Do you want to have a sleepover with me? We could go out for a good breakfast in the morning. Maybe go to that cool place you brought me before?” I give him my eyes, flashing my lashes his way.
“You want me to stay the night with you?”
“Yes, I do. I missed you and I want to lay next to you.” This is easy to say. I have needs and I make them known to him.
“All right, but I have to get up early in the morning to train. I’ll be back once I’m done.” He drops his clothes and runs into bed, bouncing off the mattress before getting into the blankets and pulling them back for me to step into. I drop my robe to the floor getting in.
“Could I come with you in the morning? I’d like to watch you, if that’s okay?”
“Sure, if you want. I just have to stop at the house to change my clothes.”
Getting into bed with him, I press my ass into his hips, wiggling myself slightly into his ever expanding manhood.
Turning me on hands and knees, he positions himself like a wolf taking their mate. He holds me with his teeth, not enough to break the skin, but enough to know that a male is taking me hard.
Throughout the night, he takes me in all kinds of ways, over and over again until we can no longer stay awake. Falling asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms makes me feel loved and cared for by this male.