I barely had the strength to hold on to Lucas as we made our way back to the compound. He drove fast, hoping to get me back there as soon as possible, but I could barely keep my grip. Soon, we arrived, and as soon as we came to halt, Lucas scooped me off the seat, bringing me back into the compound, Ian following close behind. Once inside, he set me down on the couch and stood over me with worried eyes.
"Is she okay?" asked Ian, moving to his side.
"She looks fine from here," said Lucas. "But that was a huge fuckin' drop she took."
"No kidding," said Ian. "That had to be from at least twenty feet up. How the hell did she pull that off and stay in one piece?"
"No clue," said Lucas. "And I want to know just how she was able to fight off Jonesy for so long. He's…was, a tough motherfucker. No way a little thing like her could've kept him off if he really wanted to do whatever the fuck he had in mind."
"I'm…fine…" I said, finally getting my strength back.
Lucas and Ian dropped to my side, both of them scanning my body with frantic eyes.
"She…looks fine," said Ian. "Not a bruise on her."
I took a deep breath and, with a heave, sat up.
"I told you," I said. "I'm fine."
The two men stumbled back in shock.
"How the hell did you do that?" asked Lucas, his tone demanding. “How the hell did you fall like that and end up with not even a scratch on you?"
"I don't know…" I said. "I just…ever since they took me, I've been having more strength than I've ever had. And it comes and goes. I don't know what's going on."
Lucas stepped back and thought the situation over.
"You're the brainiac," he said to Ian. "You got any idea what's going on here?"
"I mean…" said Ian, looking away in thought, his hand resting on his sharp chin. "She is a bear."
"But women can't shift!" said Lucas.
"Of course they can," said Ian. "It's just not as common as with men. And the development of power can occur later in life; trauma has a way of forcing it out of the body."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was shifting? I'd only just found out about my powers, but since they had not shown as of yet, understood them to be dormant. If I ever got pregnant and had a boy, now he'd be a shifter. But for me? Nada, nothing.
"You sure about all this?" asked Lucas.
"Reasonably. Like I said, it's rare. But not unheard of."
"Well, shit. We can figure this all out later," said Lucas. "But Cutter's gone. We got Jonesy, but unless we can take out of the leader, we're still fucked."
"Any idea where he went?" asked Ian.
"New York," I said, my voice weak. "He was talking to men in New York."
"Fuck," said Lucas. "Fuck!"
"What?" demanded Ian. "What does that mean?"
"It means this is all way bigger than I'd been thinking. He wants to take Bear Mountain for the bosses of the northeastern wolf packs, a few assholes in the city. If he can make it there, then he can get all of them on his side, start a real fuckin' war."
"Where's Atticus?" I asked, noting the place was empty aside from us three.
"The women and kids are up north, away from all of this. Atticus is getting the clan together, letting them know a war might be coming. But who knows how long it'll be before he comes back."
"Can't you just call the fucker?" said Lucas.
"Call him?" asked Ian. "No. He's not exactly in high-reception areas."
"Fuck!" shouted Lucas once more.
"Does this mean your club is going to be out for blood?" asked Ian.
"No, not yet. I mean, I doubt I'm going to be getting any more invites to their parties, but they're gonna hold off until they get word from Cutter before they do anything drastic. Believe it or not, we're a tight club."
"Hmm," said Ian. "Then we have time."
"Time to what?" I asked, trying to stay on top of the conversation.
"We have time to take out Cutter before he talks the bosses in the city into war," said Lucas.
"That's looking like the only sensible plan."
Just then, a wave of weakness came over me. I couldn't do anything but put my head down and wait for it to pass.
"Shit," said Lucas, rushing to my side and slipping a pillow under my head.
"She needs rest," said Ian. "She's probably fine, but if she's tapping into her shifter powers, then her body's going to be going through some major stress. She needs rest."
"We don't have time for that," said Lucas.
"We don't have a choice," said Ian. "You want to help, then you stay here with me and make sure she's fine."
Lucas stalked around the room, clearly not happy with taking orders like this.
"Fine," he said through gritted teeth.
With that, he reached under me and scooped me up, carrying me effortlessly up the stairs and to my bedroom. He set me down on the bed, and I stretched out my limbs, a strange rush of energy coursing through them. Then, just like that, I was out like a light.
***
I awoke in the middle of the night, my bedroom filled with the bluish-sliver light of the evening beyond the window.
I felt incredible.
Strength pounded through my limbs, and I felt like I could lift up the entire house if I wanted to, maybe even carry it to the top of the mountain. I shot out of bed and dropped to the floor and, as though my body was out of my control, I started doing, of all things, push-ups. I did one after the other, not just girl pushups, mind you, these were full straight-arm-planked-body military pushups. I just had so much energy and power in me right now, I didn't know what to do with it.
Then, through the open door of my bedroom, I spotted Lucas down the hallway. He glanced in my room as he walked past, stopping in his tracks when he saw what I was doing.
"Are you…" he asked, walking to the frame of my door.
And as he stood there, his body illuminated with the glow of moonlight, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend this little burst of energy.
I got up to my feet and looked him over with a hunger that was almost primal.
Then I pounced.
Cutting the distance between me and him, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth as I pressed his face to mine. He reciprocated right away, kissing me back and grabbing my ass, scooping big handfuls of my rear and squeezing them hard.
"Damn, girl," he said, pulling his face away from mine for long enough to take a breath. "What the hell's gotten into you?"
"No idea," I said, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side. "But I need you to fuck me. Hard."
A sexy little smile formed on his lips. I could tell he was more than happy to comply.
He pulled off his shirt, revealing that unimaginably sexy physique I wanted on top of me right then and there. I stepped out of my jeans and shoes before bringing Lucas back to me, pulling down his pants as I kissed him hard.
The feeling, that energy, ran through me and as it mixed with the arousal that pumped through my body, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wanted Lucas more than anything; I wanted to drink him in. I felt like a woman possessed. I grabbed onto the hard notches of Lucas's hips and turned him toward the bed, pushing him onto it with a little shove on his deliciously hard pecs. Sitting on the bed, he looked up at me with a gorgeous smile as he tried to figure out what I was going to do with him. To be honest, I didn't even know for sure. If it were really possible for him to fuck me three different ways at once, it's what I would've demanded he do.
Dropping to my knees, I decided to shelve the question of just how I wanted him to fuck me. I moved on my knees toward him until my face was mere inches away from his cock, which strained against the fabric of his boxer-briefs. Slipping my fingers under his waistband, I pulled his shorts down, his cock springing out in front of my face.
Goddamn, that's big, I thought. It was easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen in person. I know I'd already had it in me, but being clear-headed, my senses on overdrive, I was now able to really size his prick up. But I wasn't going to be intimidated by it; I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head and began sucking away.
"Fuck!" Lucas said, running his hands through my hair as I licked and sucked him. "You're really…you're really good at this!"
Truth be told, I was pretty inexperienced at sucking cock. But something about the way I felt, something about how much I wanted Lucas at that moment… Well, let's just say it motivated me. I sucked him hard, only taking breaks to drag my tongue slowly up and down his shaft, looking up at him with sensual eyes as I flicked the wet tip of my tongue along his length. Putting his cock back in my mouth, I slacked my jaw and moved down slowly, taking the entirety of him into my mouth.
"That…" said Lucas, looking down at me as I held the entire length and girth of him in my mouth. "That's a first."
I couldn't do anything but let out a little chuckle as I held his cock in my mouth. Sliding my lips along his length, I stopped at the ridge of his cock, holding his head in my mouth and letting him enjoy the warm wetness for a moment before letting him fall out of my mouth with a soft ‘pop.'
My blowjob skills seemed to get him right about at my level. But I wasn't done being in control. Standing up, I pushed Lucas by his shoulders and let him fall on his back. Then, I moved closer to him spreading my legs as I walked. His eyes tracked along my bare body, and it felt so fucking good to have his eyes on me, his hungry, sensual eyes.
Once I was positioned over top of him, I took his cock by the base and, pointing it straight up, lowered myself onto him. I felt as though I was being split apart as I impaled myself on his cock. As he entered me deeper and deeper, I couldn't help but let out a long, low moan of pure, uninhibited ecstasy. The sensual delight that ran through my body as I focused the feeling of his thick cock shoved right up into me was beyond compare. I shuddered, feeling as though I might cum right then and there.
Slowly, I began rocking on top of him, letting his prick move in and out of my pussy, grinding on him as hard as I could. Lucas had a smile on his face as I rode him, his hands moving along the curves of my hips and legs. After I time, I stopped grinding on him and began bouncing, lifting my ass, and letting it drop over and over and, stabbing myself with his prick repeatedly, moving with speed and strength that I'd never known before. I felt like some kind of wild beast in heat.
"Goddamn," said Lucas, his expression tight and hard. "You feel so fucking good."
"You like when I ride your cock like that?" I asked, the words dripping out of my mouth like honey.
"Mmm, yeah," he moaned. "Ride that fucking cock."
I'd never been one for dirty talk, but between how I felt, and how unbelievably attracted I was to Lucas, the words just came out of me. But before I could say another word, Lucas grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over faster than I could react. His cock still buried inside of me, now positioned above me, looking down at me with those blue eyes I just couldn't get enough of.
"Do it," I said. "Pound me hard."
He didn't need to be told twice. Pinning me down by my wrists, Lucas bucked into me hard, shoving his cock deep into me. The pleasure was almost too much. My eyes winced shut, and I focused on the feeling of him driving deep into me. The ecstasy was so great I couldn't even moan; all I could think about was the orgasm that was now whipping into a force deep within me. Lucas was fucking me at a steady rhythm, allowing me to slip into a trance-like state and I knew he would make me cum hard at any moment.
Goddamn, the man knew how to fuck.
Lucas grunted as he penetrated me over and over, filling me full. Then, I came, the pleasure flowing through me in waves.
"Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I said, my hands holding hard onto his ass, guiding him into just the right spot.
Then it happened. I came hard, a thundering orgasm more intense than anything I'd ever experienced. I moaned as he drove into me, feeling as though my body might melt into the sheet. I could hardly stand the pleasure.
Lucas’s orgasm soon followed, and he emptied himself into me with a few deep, punctuated grunts. The combination of my orgasm and the feeling of him filling me with his seed…it was almost too much to bear. When we had both finished, he collapsed on top of me, and we spent the next few moments as a single sweaty, panting mess. And I held him close all the while, wishing I never had to let him go.