Chapter Thirteen–Love by the Lake
Siobhan
“I’m cold,” I said. Instead of helping me or giving me his coat, Harrod took my coat off and laid it on the boulder we were sitting on.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to heat you up,” he said, taking off his own coat and piling it over mine. “Lie down,” he said.
I laid on my back on the fur coats and looked at the sky, at the dark clouds. Harrod laid down next to me, his arm under my head; his other hand was across my chest, stroking my side. We both shifted our gazes to the sky, the snow flurrying in our faces. My face started getting cold, and I can picture my cheeks getting red. My teeth started chattering until he put his warm mouth over them. His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot with lust. The kiss felt different, more aggressive somehow. I wondered if that was the wolf in him.
The night smelled like thorn bushes and fresh snow. He kissed me on the side of my lips, smelled my perfume and licked my cheek. He unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my breasts to the cold winds.
“God, I love your tits,” he whispered in my ear, before his tongue moistened it. My breasts were slightly swollen and larger than before, tender. He grabbed one and licked the other, twisting my nipple hard.
“Be gentle, Harry. It hurts.”
“I have wanted you so badly. I can’t wait to fuck you in every hole. Please don’t stop me.”
As the memories of our first encounter rushed back into my mind, I was overcome with a desire to have him inside me. I wanted the pain that brought me closer to him, that connected us, that made us one. I tried to get up and unbutton his shirt, but he continued working on my tits and tossed his shirt off. He was paying extra attention to my swollen boobs, but I hoped he wouldn’t find out the reason why they were bigger until I told him. His body felt warm against my hands, and I rubbed them on his hard muscles, drawing the heat. He embraced me tightly, pushing his groin against me, and I could feel his hardness. I could feel how hard he was for me, the hot rod ready to explode lava inside me. He licked my body and went lower, literally ripping my skirt in two with his bare hands.
He smelled me down there, his nose pressing into the soft flesh. His kisses near my pussy got intense and then his tongue pushed inside me. He started getting frantic, feeling me up, touching me, turning into a primal, wild being. He spat on his finger and pushed it up into my ass. A small moan escaped my lips, but he didn’t move the finger until I got used to it. Then he pushed another, and then another. His tongue made love to my pussy while his fingers took me from behind, preparing me.
I got up and jumped off the boulder, my naked body bombarded with tiny flecks of snow. He stood up on the boulder; he looked savage. Looking back I remembered what he used to look like only three weeks ago. He had changed somehow. His muscles were more defined, his body more muscular and hairy. He let out a long howl and his body changed. Misha told me that their eyes turn yellow when they transform into a wolf, but his eyes were red and glowing. He gained mass in front of my eyes, his legs slightly bent, like a wolf on its feet. He was half-wolf and half-man right now. Compared to what I could see right now, he used to be a boy. Now he was a damned wolverine. His nails had turned into claws. As my gaze was drawn to his manhood, I realized he had gained another inch at the very least. He was easily 8.5 or 9 inches right now: thick, hard, and erect. I didn’t think I could take him.
As I was about to voice my doubts, he jumped down and held my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. It was the same face, only his eyes were red, powerful. I knew without anyone telling me that this was what an Alpha looked like.
I got on my toes to reach his lips, my arms around his neck. He kissed me softly, then pushed my head down to his manhood.
“Suck it. Take it in,” he commanded in an animal voice.
I obliged, but it didn’t go in any farther than it did last time. I looked up into his glowing red eyes, and I saw the desire that was burning inside him. He pushed back his hips, holding my head, and then jerked forward, pushing all the way into my throat. My nose was in his pubes and I could smell his cologne again, mixed with the sweaty muscular scent. I cupped his heavy balls in my hands as he banged my mouth. When he pulled out, I could see the glowing, silvery pre-cum oozing out of his glans.
I knew what he wanted and I was ready to give it to him. I got back up on the boulder and laid down. He pulled me by the legs and brought my crotch close to his raging hard-on. I raised my legs and rested them on his shoulders, as he slid inside me with one strong thrust. No lubrication, this time. My juices were already flowing for him. He pulled out all the way and forced it back inside. His length filled me. He grabbed my boobs tightly with the hands of an Alpha, letting me know that I was his property now, part of his pack, and started — there was no other way to put it — fucking me hard with my legs in the air. My moans were in sync with his grunts, his pubes scratching my shaved pussy each time he buried himself inside me. His grip on me tightened and I was pinned on the fur coats as he came close to release. I couldn’t even move, but I raised my head to see his face. He was almost drooling, his desires flowing down in tiny drops as he drilled me like a machine.
His grunts turned into moans of pleasure as he shot his load inside me. I could feel his hot honey filling me up slowly, shooting not one, not two, not three or four, but five huge loads inside me. He didn’t stop even after he came. He was panting, but still shagging me, slower now. He collapsed on top of me without pulling out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, I can’t stop myself.” I knew I’d never tire of hearing this from him.
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered back.
“I don’t plan to,” he said.
The heat from the activity had taken away the chill. I was lying naked in the snow, pressed under his hot body, and I didn’t need anything else to keep me warm.
He wrapped his arms around me again, his cock still inside me, and jumped off the boulder. When he pulled out, his glowing, silvery, supernatural cum spilled out of my almost-gaping pussy.
“It’s glowing,” I said.
“It’s normal. It becomes stronger after we shift,” he said. When I looked back at him, I saw that he had returned to his normal self. His eyes were a brighter shade of blue now. The only sign of his animal self was his hard cock. I knew what he wanted now and I was ready to give it to him. I wanted to feel him in every cavity in my body. I wanted what he wanted. I wanted him to get used to me, to want me even more, to settle for nothing else.
I smiled at him seductively and turned around as he grinned. He came at me from behind and grabbed my hands, guiding them back to the boulder. I held on to it for support as he pushed his thigh between my legs, rubbing his cock against the only virgin hole I had left.
He grabbed my left leg and pulled it up, pushing his thigh under it. His cock was wet from his own cum. He parted the soft, huge cheeks of my ass and tapped his cock at my opening, preparing it, pushing in ever so slowly. I was so lost in the sultry things he was whispering in my ear, and the feeling of his breath on my back, that I was completely numb. He was halfway inside me now, still going slowly, but I knew how he liked it, how he wanted it. I took a long breath and pushed my hips back until I felt his stomach against my back.
“God, that was amazing!” He moaned. “Your ass is so fucking tight, tighter than your pussy.”
He pulled back slowly, and before he could pull out completely, I thrusted back again, eliciting another glorious moan of pleasure from him.
“Do that again,” he said. But he couldn’t control himself anymore. With one hand on my thigh and his other arm wrapped around me, he had me fixed in place, leaning against him. He started thrusting again, faster and faster, faster and faster, pushing in and out with such speed that I couldn’t keep up. He pushed four fingers inside my pussy and curved them slightly, hitting my G-spot.
“Come with me, babe,” he said between heavy pants. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he added, without missing a beat. His balls slapped underneath me with each thrust, his fingers on my spot, and I trembled as I climaxed at the same time as I felt him have an orgasm. He shot just as much of his silver honey inside me as he did only moments ago, and I understood why his ball sack was so heavy.
When he pulled out, I almost fell but he caught me. I was so depleted that I didn’t have the strength to stand. I wanted to sleep right there on the fur coats on the boulder.
I closed my eyes.