Pack, p.11
Pack, page 11
“Oh B,” He says to me a hand going to the side of my face softly, his finger stroking my skin as I sob against his palm. “Oh sweetheart.” And that’s all I had to hear for the floodgates to open freely on me as he wrapped his arms around me. I sob heavily and he holds me, warm and tight against him. I hear him breathe heavily, in pain with me, feeling this emotion sweep over us together. It’s like being draped in a blanket of emotion. Eventually, I don’t know after how long, my tears sub-side and my sniffing dies down too.
Paris strokes my hair back off my face and kisses my skin, next to my eye. I close my eyes and inhale his scent again. It’s a comfort to have his scent fill my mind as his lips move across my face quickly, planting little kisses hastily all over my face. Before he reaches my lips and his tongue slides into my mouth. And my hands glide up his back holding me to him as he kisses me deeply and slowly, consuming me from within.
We part slowly for air and I look back at him. “I didn’t know it was Conall until it was too late. I didn’t know I was asleep. Didn’t know where I was. He made me come and that’s when I woke up and realized it wasn’t you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to give myself to him.”
“Shhh.” Paris says kissing the top of my head. “He took advantage of you Cadey, that’s not cheating sweetheart. No matter what you’re body does. I’m going to tear him to pieces for this.”
I sigh. Anther problem for another time. Right now, I just need Paris and me. “Maybe we should sit down and talk this thing through tonight, so the air is clear and everyone understands where we’ve been and then we can figure out where we need to go.” I say honestly with him. “I don’t want us to go to bed with unresolved issues. I don’t want to fight.”
“Agreed.” And whilst he doesn’t look as shut off as he would normally when dealing with pack business, his voice is rather blunt. Paris is not very good at emotional talking. Well, personal emotional talking with me. It’s definitely not his strength. It’s going to be a long night.
I nod my head back at him. “Then what do we do?”
Paris smiles back at me bitterly. “We go after those that would oppose us, Sweetheart and I destroy them.”
My eyes widen. The conviction in his voice does not waver and I truly, heartfelt, believe him.
Ain’t love grand?
In werewolf world it’s practically war.
24
Paris is eyeing me cautiously. We’ve talked well into the night, me, Paris, Addison. We’re all tired and trying to wrap our heads around everything that has gone down. Addison has given us his guest room to crash in for the night.
Paris and I have been standing in the room, apart from one another for about two minutes now, with nothing said between us. There’s a bed in there and he’s not making his way towards it and he’s not touching me.
“You don’t want me to sleep with you. I get it.” I mumble lowering my head and holding my hands. I’m actually quite hurt by the thought, but I get it. He’s just come back from being held captive and had who knows what done to him. He hasn’t talked about that yet. His mind is probably still racing, trying to take everything in. then he comes home, back to his werewolf pack and finds me, his pack mate, covered in another werewolf’s scent. “I think I should just go home, we can pick this up when you’re ready.” My voice is low.
“No.” He blurts out and sighs heavily. I look up at him and he runs a hand through his hair, still looking at me and I try to read his expression.
“It’s okay, I get it. You’re not good with us.” I say waving a hand back and forth indicating him and I.
“I understand it, what you did.” He answers me putting his hands on his hips.
“But you don’t believe me?” I ask him.
“No, I believe you.” He says softly. “I understand and believe what you did was for honest reasons. But I’m still not okay with smelling Addison all over you. It’s making me what to be very violent. I still remember the last time I was inside you. When I made love to you before all of this. It’s fucking hurting me thinking about that and smelling his scent on you and thinking about Conall fucking Wakely making you come.”
My jaw twitches. I don’t know what I can say that will ease this pain. I’d feel the same if our places were reversed. “You know nobody’s affected my body in the way that you do. I’ve told you that.” I say softly.
“But Conall, he made you. I mean, I know he took advantage of you and you’re not to blame here, but,” He pauses.
“I came, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t that my body was turned on by him. It needed a trigger to release it, that’s all. Please.” I plead softly. I drop to my knees before him, my head lowered, my hands on my thighs. I want him back, all of him, just for me, like he wants me. Paris lets out a small gasp and I see his feet move towards me. “I’ll do whatever you want.” I utter softly. I want us back. His feet step towards me again.
“They’re dangerous words little wolf.” His voice is husky and he’s standing right before me, calling me his pet name, that he knows will get a rise out of me. This is a good sign. I lift my head and look up at him.
“Little wolf.” I say back at him. He offers me a hand up and I take it, standing before him, holding his hand. Still there is this strained silence between us. But neither of us lets go of the others hand.
“I have a good mind to put you on display and fuck you in front of Addison all night long, to show him what is mine.” My mouth hangs open. He’s hot even when he’s angry and he’s still containing that anger, greatly. “Shower.” He says leading me to the bathroom. “I want you scrubbed clean of him. Completely clean.”
“Yes my alpha.” I reply softly. He walks me to the bathroom and once there drops my hand. “Strip.” He commands leaning back against the bathroom door as I stand in the centre of the room. I don’t normally feel vulnerable when I’m taking off my clothing in front of my pack mate. But I feel it now, when he’s still pissed at me, at what’s gone down in his absence.
I peel my dress off me and looking at him, throw it aside. I unclip my bra and my breasts bounce free of their holdings. I watch his eyes darken. I hook my fingers in the sides of my underwear and slid the material down over my hips, till it falls down my legs, pooling at my ankles. He jerks his head at the shower and I step out of my discarded pile of clothing and into the shower, turning the water on.
The shower at Addison’s house is an open one, there are no walls to stop the spray around it, the whole room is tiled and the water is directed to a certain section of floor. There is just a shower head hanging down out of the roof directly above where I stand and taps for temperature on the wall nearest me. I stand facing Paris who is still leaning back against the door. His eyes are dark and I can see the desire that he has for me in them.
“Wash.” He commands. Oh and I thought he was going to do something sexual to me. Crap. I look behind me at the taps and find body wash on a hidden wall shelf and squirt it into my hands. Running my hands over myself till it foams. As I’m doing this Paris pushes off the door and walks over to the bathroom sink with a lone cabinet under it. He rummages around and pulls out a clean body loofah. He turns back to me and throws it at me. “Scrub. All over.” And he goes back to watching me from the back of the bathroom door. “Harder, I want your skin raw and pink.” He says watching me run the loofah along my inner thigh.
I scrub harder down my legs, down behind my knees, and onto my calf muscles. “I want no trace of him anywhere on you.” Paris says crossing his arms over his broad chest. The water runs over me and I scrub the body wash into my skin and across it. I bend down and lift my foot and work on my arches and heel, standing on one leg.
“I could fuck you right now on this floor.” Paris mutters huskily as my eyes flick over to him. “But you’re not clean completely yet.”
I straighten up. “Will you do my back?” My skin is tingling from the loofah being dragged across it to make it pink for him. Paris pushes off the door and walks over to me, a hand out for the loofah. He points to the wall next to the shower area, not directly under the spray. I walk over. “Assume the position little wolf.”
My hands go up on the wall and I widen my leg stance. Paris scrubs my back neck and tops of my shoulders with the loofah, working his way down my back harshly. “You are my wolf.” He mutters angrily as he continues to clean me, the loofah working it’s way to my rear. “My wolf, little wolf, do you get that?” He says smacking my ass with his hand sharply. I jump slightly from the smack. “Give me your ass.” He mutters still angry. I bend forward, sticking my backside out at him, he parts my cheeks and uses the loofah on the sensitive skin between them.
It makes me gasp out loud. It’s on my mind to tell him that he doesn’t need to clean me there, because Addison’s scent isn’t there. But I know better. Paris is still pissed. And he’s using the loofah to work me. I bite back a groan but soon loose to another one coming out of my mouth.
“Oh you like this?” Paris says continuing to use the loofah on me. “Well this isn’t about what you like little wolf. You’ve had your week of free reign. This is about what I want.” And still he uses the loofah on me, his movements getting harder.
I should tell him that I didn’t have a week of free reign as he puts it. It wasn’t like that, but there’s no point. Paris is angry and working through his issues. I’m helping him and myself at the same time. Of course he’s listening to my reactions and as the pleasure builds in me, he stops abruptly and throws the loofah down.
He walks away from me again. I sigh and breathe heavily and turn around slowly to face him, wondering if he wants to watch me get myself off in front of him. Is he going to test if I can? We have a rule in our relationship. I don’t get to come without him. I’m not allowed to masturbate by myself without him watching. He likes watching me come. He even let me buy a vibrator, but only to use when I’m with him or when he gives me permission to use it in his absence. But that’s not what this is about. At least, I don’t think so. He’s just simmering with anger underneath his skin and part of him, I think, wants to take it out on me.
This night may never end. He jerks his head towards the shower spray again and I walk under it sluicing the water around my body. Making sure all the body wash comes off me. When Paris is satisfied I’ve been washed clean he lets me turn off the water and throws a fluffy white towel at me to dry myself.
I towel myself dry and squeeze my wet hair into the towel before running the towel over my head and drying it roughly. Paris walks over to me then and I stop. “Stay still.” He mutters softly and my hands drop of the towel and he takes over towel drying my hair roughly before throwing the towel aside completely.
I look at him cautiously, I don’t know what I’m meant to do, his expression is unreadable and I can feel the anger he’s trying to quell. It vibrates against his skin, when he’s close to me. His heart is beating fast and I feel my mouth go dry. This might be what Paris looks like when he’s feeling dangerous. I haven’t really come across this side of him before. I feel as though I need to calm him down. But I’m not sure how to do that.
I face him and his eyes dip to look me over, he steps closer to me and dips his head, sniffing my hair, along my neck, across my shoulders. “Better.” He mutters softly, before his lips come down on mine. “Much better.” His hands pull me into him and I feel the hardness of his clothed body against my nakedness and know he is ready to explode. He has so much control and he needs to unleash. He needs to make me his again.
Paris draws back from me and I can see the desire on his face. How does he have such control when I can tell he wants badly to be with me? Why does he deny either of us our pleasure? He pulls his t-shirt up over his head and throws it aside. Finally, some skin for me to feel. He undoes his jeans hastily and gets them off him quickly until he is naked before me, his erection rock hard as he cups his balls and touches them slightly.
I stay still, this is about him controlling the situation, me for that matter, for the purpose of getting through the anger inside about what he can imagine, might have happened with me and Addison.
“I’m going to shape shift and then I’m going to fuck you. Then I’m going to let you shape shift and I’m going to fuck you again.”
“You’re going to do what?” I whisper. My insides flame with heat. Damn he knows how to throw a girl for a loop. I’m getting wet just thinking about what he’s planning to do with me and yet my body feels like it’s just heated up several degrees.
“Hands and knees little wolf.” I gulp down nervous salvia and go to my hands and knees on the tiled floor. Paris comes up behind me, I can feel his body hovering over me as he leans into my ear. “Trust me.” He says softly, running his already shape shifted werewolf fangs along the edge of my ear. “It’ll be intense, but I won’t hurt you.” He says in between kisses around my neck and the air hums and I know he’s already started shape shifting. It’s a controlled shape shift, because he can do that, he has that much will power and skill to know how to shift smoothly, slowly and partially if need be. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for a long time little wolf.” His voice is gravellier now and I bow my head, I’m nervous and excited at the same time. “Ever since I first saw you.”
“I want to be yours.” I get out as he whines softly and I see the werewolf paw beside my hand. It’s large and the front leg, formerly his arm, is long, covered in fur and yet, defined by its muscular shape. It’s not fully a wolf. It’s like a half wolf, half man body shape. I feel the brush of the fur on the other side against my arm. Two werewolf paws. I feel the lightest touch of fur brush against my hamstrings and my heart beat races.
I’ve never had what I consider to be actual, werewolf sex before. That is, I’ve never had the werewolf tribal form have sex with me in human form. Nobody’s ever tried it on with me either. This is new for me. I feel Paris’s cock press against me and push into me, slowly. He takes his time, snorting softly as he stretches me around him. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible but I think his cock is wider than when he’s in human form.
“Breathe little wolf.” He instructs me through a gravelly voice running his nose up the back of my neck. “Breathe.” And he just stills, behind me, inside me. My mouth is agape and I’m panting and that’s when he pulls back and starts thrusting into and out of me. In and out. In and out and I’ve never known it to be like this before. I start sweating and he hasn’t even picked up the pace. His soft fur brushes against my skin and it makes me want to shift too.
“Oh god, l want to come. I want to shift.” I mutter out quickly as he keeps the steady pace. I drop my head forward and my hair falls either side of my face, hiding the flush that is creeping up through my skin. Heating me. My body feels like it’s on fire and baking in my own sweat, Paris is getting faster and faster and I bite my lip trying to refrain from making ungodly, desperate noises of enjoyment. I can hear the talons of his claws moving against the tiles on the floor.
I draw blood on my own lip from biting down so hard. And I hear his growl, low and strong. Then I feel the string of his teeth, in the back of my neck as he sinks into me, holding me in his mouth with his werewolf fangs, before he starts hammering me, mercilessly fast from behind. All I can do is hold position, bounce and take it from him. Because he’s so fast and so thick inside me. “Breathe.” He utters in the low gravelly half human, half werewolf voice to me as he keeps jack hammering me and I cry out, loudly, unashamedly as I am taken by my werewolf, deep within my soul. My orgasm has barely subsided when Paris pulls out me roughly and brutally fast and flips me over, leaning over me, I watch as I lay on my back, trying to get my breathing under control. My legs spread wide with come on my thighs. He dips his face, there is a lot of hair on it, but it’s not changed shape yet. And he licks at my wetness making me squirm in delight, before his mouth descends on me completely devouring the remains of my orgasm.
“My little wolf.” He mutters delving his tongue into me and nipping lightly at my clitoris. I flinch from the pleasure and unexpectedness of his teeth there.
“Yes.” I mutter softly as he sucks at me and his paws press down on my thighs, keeping my legs wide for him. “Yes.”
Paris lifts his face and looks at me. “Shift, now.” He says and I feel something like a cool breeze slip from over me. My body temperature sky rockets and I feel like I’m running a fever as my body starts twitching into it’s shape shift. I had no idea Paris was controlling my shift, helping keep it at bay while he fucked me. The air blanket that is drawn from me, is his control, his influence finally slipping off me because he wishes it so.
“Ugh.” And that’s the last human sound I make as my shape shift moves me from one body to another with effortless ease until there is a small grey werewolf laying underneath a large domineering alpha over her. And Paris mounts my werewolf again from behind. And my ride of pleasure starts again and seems endless.
It’s several hours later that I find us both in a bed, in curled up together. Sated. Paris’s arms around me, as he’s slipping his sheathed cock into me again rocking me into a semi-awake state. I mewl at the tenderness of my body. Werewolf sex seems to have taken it out of me. Paris is calmer, I can tell, even without looking at him I can feel the relaxed state his in. Now I feel like we’re almost back to normal, just me and horny pack mate needing to fuck me every few hours. Paris comes silently and quickly and I sigh as he presses against me, holding me close to him again. I can hear him breathing in my scent and I this is when I know we’re good again and with this thought, I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and my body wrapped around me.
25
“Wake up sweetheart.” I hear those three words softly and my mind starts waking me slowly. I still want to sleep. Paris was so busy with me last night and he can be relentless when he’s really in need of sex. Paris, I’m with Paris again the thought filters through my sleep addled brain.
