Chapter Thirteen – Love by the Lake
Siobhan
“I’m cold,” I say. Instead of helping me or giving me his coat, Harrod takes my coat off and lays it on the boulder we are sitting on.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to heat you up,” he says, taking off his own coat and piling it over mine. “Lie down,” he says.
I lie on my back on the fur coats and look at the sky, at the dark clouds. Harrod lies down next to me, his arm under my head; his other hand is across my chest, stroking my side. We both shift our gazes to the sky, the snow flurrying in our faces. My face starts getting cold, and I can picture my cheeks getting red. My teeth start chattering until he puts his warm mouth over them. His tongue pushes into my mouth, hot with lust. The kiss feels different, more aggressive somehow. I wonder if that’s the wolf in him.
The night smells like thorn bushes and fresh snow. He kisses me on the side of my lips, smells my perfume and licks my cheek. He unbuttons my shirt and exposes my breasts to the cold winds.
“God, I love your tits,” he whispers in my ear, before his tongue moistens it. My breasts are slightly swollen and larger than before, tender. He grabs one and licks 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 rushes back into my mind, I am overcome with a desire to have him inside me. I want the pain that brings me closer to him, that connects us, that makes us one. I try to get up and unbutton his shirt, but he continues working on my tits and tosses his shirt off. He is paying extra attention to my swollen boobs, but I hope he doesn’t find out the reason why they’re bigger until I tell him. His body feels warm against my hands, and I rub them on his hard muscles, drawing the heat. He embraces me tightly, pushing his groin against me, and I can feel his hardness. I can feel how hard he is for me, the hot rod ready to explode lava inside me. He licks my body and goes lower, literally ripping my skirt in two with his bare hands.
He smells me down there, his nose pressing into the soft flesh. His kisses near my pussy get intense and then his tongue pushes inside me. He starts getting frantic, feeling me up, touching me, turning into a primal, wild being. He spits on his finger and pushes it up into my ass. A small moan escapes my lips, but he doesn’t move the finger until I get used to it. Then he pushes another, and then another. His tongue makes love to my pussy while his fingers take me from behind, preparing me.
I get up and jump off the boulder, my naked body bombarded with tiny flecks of snow. He stands up on the boulder; he looks savage. Looking back I remember what he used to look like only three weeks ago. He has changed somehow. His muscles are more defined, his body more muscular and hairy. He lets out a long howl and his body changes. Misha told me that their eyes turn yellow when they transform into a wolf, but his eyes are red and glowing. He gains mass in front of my eyes, his legs slightly bent, like a wolf on its feet. He’s half-wolf and half-man right now. Compared to what I can see right now, he used to be a boy. Now he’s a damned wolverine. His nails have turned into claws. As my gaze is drawn to his manhood, I realize he has gained another inch at the very least. He’s easily 8.5 or 9 inches right now: thick, hard, and erect. I don’t think I can take him.
As I am about to voice my doubts, he jumps down and holds my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. It’s the same face, only his eyes are red, powerful. I know without anyone telling me that this is what an Alpha looks like.
I get on my toes to reach his lips, my arms around his neck. He kisses me softly, then pushes my head down to his manhood.
“Suck it. Take it in,” he commands in an animal voice.
I oblige, but it doesn’t go in any farther than it did last time. I look up into his glowing red eyes, and I see the desire that is burning inside him. He pushes back his hips, holding my head, and then jerks forward, pushing all the way into my throat. My nose is in his pubes and I can smell his cologne again, mixed with the sweaty muscular scent. I cup his heavy balls in my hands as he bangs my mouth. When he pulls out, I can see the glowing, silvery pre-cum oozing out of his glans.
I know what he wants and I’m ready to give it to him. I get back up on the boulder and lie down. He pulls me by the legs and brings my crotch close to his raging hard-on. I raise my legs and rest them on his shoulders, as he slides inside me with one strong thrust. No lubrication, this time. My juices are already flowing for him. He pulls out all the way and forces it back inside. His length fills me. He grabs my boobs tightly with the hands of an Alpha, letting me know that I am his property now, part of his pack, and starts — there’s no other way to put it — fucking me hard with my legs in the air. My moans are in sync with his grunts, his pubes scratching my shaved pussy each time he buries himself inside me. His grip on me tightens and I am pinned on the fur coats as he comes close to release. I can’t even move, but I raise my head to see his face. He’s almost drooling, his desires flowing down in tiny drops as he drills me like a machine.
His grunts turn into moans of pleasure as he shoots his load inside me. I can feel his hot honey filling me up slowly, shooting not one, not two, not three or four, but five huge loads inside me. He doesn’t stop even after he comes. He’s panting, but still shagging me, slower now. He collapses on top of me without pulling out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, I can’t stop myself.” I know I’ll never tire of hearing this from him.
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper back.
“I don’t plan to,” he says.
The heat from the activity has taken away the chill. I am lying naked in the snow, pressed under his hot body, and I don’t need anything else to keep me warm.
He wraps his arms around me again, his cock still inside me, and jumps off the boulder. When he pulls out, his glowing, silvery, supernatural cum spills out of my almost-gaping pussy.
“It’s glowing,” I say.
“It’s normal. It becomes stronger after we shift,” he says. When I look back at him, I see that he has returned to his normal self. His eyes are a brighter shade of blue now. The only sign of his animal self is his hard cock. I know what he wants now and I am ready to give it to him. I want to feel him in every cavity in my body. I want what he wants. I want him to get used to me, to want me even more, to settle for nothing else.
I smile at him seductively and turn around as he grins. He comes at me from behind and grabs my hands, guiding them back to the boulder. I hold on to it for support as he pushes his thigh between my legs, rubbing his cock against the only virgin hole I have left.
He grabs my left leg and pulls it up, pushing his thigh under it. His cock is wet from his own cum. He parts the soft, huge cheeks of my ass and taps his cock at my opening, preparing it, pushing in ever so slowly. I am so lost in the sultry things he is whispering in my ear, and the feeling of his breath on my back, that I am completely numb. He’s halfway inside me now, still going slowly, but I know how he likes it, how he wants it. I take a long breath and push my hips back until I feel his stomach against my back.
“God, that was amazing!” He moans. “Your ass is so fucking tight, tighter than your pussy.”
He pulls back slowly, and before he can pull out completely, I thrust back again, eliciting another glorious moan of pleasure from him.
“Do that again,” he says. But he can’t control himself anymore. With one hand on my thigh and his other arm wrapped around me, he has me fixed in place, leaning against him. He starts thrusting again, faster and faster, faster and faster, pushing in and out with such speed that I can’t keep up. He pushes four fingers inside my pussy and curves them slightly, hitting my G-spot.
“Come with me, babe,” he says between heavy pants. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he adds, without missing a beat. His balls slap underneath me with each thrust, his fingers on my spot, and I tremble as I climax at the same time as I feel him have an orgasm. He shoots just as much of his silver honey inside me as he did only moments ago, and I understand why his ball sack was so heavy.
When he pulls out, I almost fall but he catches me. I am so depleted that I don’t have the strength to stand. I want to sleep right here on the fur coats on the boulder.
I close my eyes.