Thoughts of Elizabeth filled his head as he drifted off to sleep. He could see her standing before him, looking at him with her long flaxen hair and seductive blue eyes. Her full lips parted as she licked her lips, walking toward him. In his dream, the weather had shifted. It was no longer winter, but the dead heat of summer. She wore a thin white sun dress, her nipples pressing against the gauze like cloth as she made her way barefoot along the path toward him.
“Like what you see, Grant?” she purred at him as she moved closer to him.
“I do.”
“I want to see you,” she replied. “Take off your shirt.”
Without hesitating, Grant pulled his tee-shirt over his head, his biceps flexing powerfully. Elizabeth’s gaze fell upon his chest and the scars that criss crossed at odd angles to one another, some extending around his sides and down his abdomen. They looked as if he had gotten caught in a heavy thicket and had to push his way out, stripping away flesh in stripes, but they were much heavier, deeper. Thick ridges formed each one.
Rather than commenting on them, she continued to make her way forward. Stopping in front of him to kiss his bare pecs before following the lines that traced wildly across his body. He drew in his breath, enjoying the way her soft lips felt on his tough skin. She was in no hurry as she wound her way about them.
He leaned his head back, just enjoying what she was doing, getting completely lost in her touch. His cock throbbed against his zipper, eager to get out. She pressed her lithe body against his, rising upward to kiss his lips fiercely. Her hand drifting downward to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans to push them downward. They slipped down along his hips, taking his underwear with them so that he was exposed to her, his hard cock springing to life against her stomach.
“Someone is very excited,” she laughed, reaching down to wrap her head around his girth and stroking him softly as she returned to their kiss. Their tongues tangled lazily against one another as he grew even harder in her hand. Her strokes were quickly pushing him to the edge. It had been so long, and he wanted her so much.
“I want to fuck you,” he told her, pulling away.
“Then take what you want,” she said boldly, locking eyes with him as she spoke.
Grant didn’t wait for further instruction, reaching out to pull her soft cotton dress over her head, but she stopped him. Instead she placed his hands on either side of the bodice and smiled.
“Rip it off and fuck me.”
The sound of the thin material shredding in his powerful hands could be heard all along the path to the falls and echoing against the rocks below, as well as the trees along one side. He pushed what was left of it off to either side, revealing her bare breasts and smoothly shaved pussy. Already he could see beads of wetness clinging to her thighs as he moved in to kiss her again while pushing off his boots and the jeans that were now down around his knees. Their naked skin stuck together in the heat of the summer day as they continued to kiss.
Grant pulled away from her mouth and began raining kisses across her shoulders and along her upper chest before settling in to suckle at each of her protruding nipples. They were sweet pink buds that seemed to beg for his attention. He was only too happy to accommodate, biting them gently as she moaned approvingly.
His hand drifted downward across her stomach, finding its way to her throbbing pink nub between her legs and massaging it with his fingers. She was wrapped around him now, his head buried in her chest as he continued to suck and bite at her nipples, while she pushed harder against his teasing of her tight pink folds, now dripping with anticipation.
“Your so deliciously wet. I want to taste you so badly.”
She stepped away from him and walked over to a nearby rock formation that sat to one side of the path. He watched as she lay across it, spreading herself open to him as she lay at an angle, awaiting his next move. Grant crossed the path and got down on his knees, positioning himself at her center before plunging his tongue inside her as she grasped the sides of the rock and arched her back to meet his exploration.
He was so hard he felt like he might explode, but he held back, continuing to tease her clit and pussy walls with his tongue, lips and fingers. He watched her face, blissful against the summer sun, as he grew more and more aggressive with his fingers, bending them slightly to massage the inner walls of her pussy until she was bucking wildly against him, eventually seizing with a powerful orgasm that was accompanied by a loud scream of pleasure. He didn’t let up, continuing his torment as she shrieked and begged beneath him.
“Yes, Grant. Please . . .,” she moaned as he brought her to several more orgasms before finally pulling her hips forward and flipping her onto her stomach.
He positioned himself behind her and pulled her legs further apart, slowly slipping the heavy head of his thick cock into her center. She let out a loud gasp as he filled her with every inch he had to offer and knotted inside her, pushing in and out as she gasped and pleaded for more.
“Harder, fuck me. Fuck meeee,” she cried, and he was more than happy to give her what she wanted, slamming into her forcefully until he felt like he might be getting close. He slowed, taking his time to slowly dip in and out of her wetness, teasing her as she begged him to speed up again.
When he felt he could no longer hold back, he did just that, pushing into her until he hit bottom and she cried out in pain. Still, she didn’t ask him to stop. Grant began slamming into her deeply, grinding his hips forward and around with each stroke until he knew there was no more holding back. Her body shook again with her own release as he shoved into her one last time, filling her with every ounce of his cock as it spilled its load inside.
They lay there against the rock for a moment before pulling apart. It was only then that Grant discovered they had an audience. He looked up to find Saul and several of the Dire Wolves watching.
“That looked like a helluva lot of fun, defiling a Silver Wolf bitch. Is it our turn now?” Haskins snarled.
Elizabeth tried to cover up her nakedness behind him as he blocked their view the best he could. She finally skirted behind the large rock, cowering there as he faced off against their unwanted guests.
“Touch her and she’ll be the last woman you ever lay hands on,” Grant replied.
“Is that so? Now, why would that be? I thought you were on our side, so why would you care if we have ourselves a bit of fun with a Lowery? You aren’t getting soft on them over there are you, Grant?” Saul asked.
“What? No. Of course not. She doesn’t mean shit to me, just a piece of ass. Maybe I just don’t like to share.”
“Maybe you don’t have a choice.”
“She came here with me willingly. She wanted me to fuck her. I won’t stand by and allow her to be raped by someone she doesn’t want.”
He heard Elizabeth gasp behind him and it cut him to the bone, but this was the only way he could protect her.
“You won’t stand by? You think you are any match for the two of us?”
“Let’s do it then,” Grant replied, quickly shifting into wolf form and charging them as they shifted. Elizabeth screamed behind them as she ran for her ripped dress and wrapped it around her, quickly darting off into the woods in the direction of the highway and the car, hopefully.
Grant fought the best he could with them, but they were too much. He was outnumbered, and they were stronger somehow. They didn’t look nearly as powerful in human form, but they were both huge wolves and each blow by one of their claws felt devastating in a way he couldn’t fathom. He suddenly found himself heaved upward, clenched in the substantial jaws of Haskins and then he was falling, falling, falling - down toward the falls as his body sailed over the cliff nearby.
His last thoughts were of Elizabeth, praying she had made it to the car and gotten out of there before they came for her. What would become of her now? It pained him to know that even if she survived, she would only know what she heard him tell them, not the truth. She would never know that he was falling in love with her.
He awoke from the dream in a cold sweat, disoriented and with a heavy heart. It was a horrible thought and it had been too close to the truth, but there was something else. A memory that was buried deep and that he couldn’t quite reach. Was it about the Dire Wolves? Elizabeth? Or something about falling maybe?