Pack, page 16
My finger, circles his perineum. “I’m game if you are Mister werewolf.” Paris smirks at me, his mouth hovering over an extended nipple. “Where’d we put that lubricant?” He asks and I fling a hand out and blindly let it search for the tube on the ground next to our mattress.
“If that’s how you want to play little wolf.”
His mouth clamps down on my breast and he starts moving inside me, thrusting as his mouth sucks hard while he fucks me. We both start moaning at the sensations flooding us. Our pace increases and I feel the stirrings of my orgasm awakening in my body.
Paris switches to my other breast and then starts gasping and moaning against me. “Oh sweetheart, you want hard-core.” He mutters and picks himself up on his hands, either side of me and concentrates solely on fucking me fast as I try to keep up with him. “It’s only going to….get, faster….harder,” He says breathlessly as we build our way to orgasm.
I clench around him as my orgasm tears through me, shaking whatever pleasantness there was in sleep from my body as my heart pounds so hard it threatens to break my breastplate, while my breathe leaves me. I arch up under him, my breasts jutting out towards Paris as I’m swept up in a mind-blowing orgasm and dumped in tiny aftershocks by it too.
Paris follows me over the edge, roaring his release in me. He collapses softly down onto me and we stay there, panting heavily, listening to the mixed beats of our hearts racing with one another.
“All before breakfast.” I mutter with a light laugh. Paris chuckles into me too.
“I think I forgot to get breakfast food. I got other food and dinner food and marshmallows but forgot about breakfast.” He says lifting his head to look at me. “And after that, we definitely need sustenance for the day ahead.”
“Can’t we just have marshmallows and hot chocolate for breakfast?” I ask as he slowly pulls out of me and I try not to wince as he rolls over onto his side, beside me. I hate the feeling of him leaving me.
“I think we can do a little better than that.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“How about we go out for breakfast. It does involve us wearing clothes and leaving the comfort of the mattress though.”
“Clearly, it’s a flawed plan.” I state back at him. “But I am hungry, so okay.”
“By the way,” Paris says kissing my forehead and staring to move away from me. “My balls are still tingling. And my toes and arches have a slight ache to them” And he pushes off the bed to dispose of the used condom. I smile to myself at my ability to give my pack mate after affects of our love making session.
Our second day in the Hampton’s commences with us being driven to breakfast at the Amagansett Farmer’s Market, where between a bacon, egg and cheese roll for Paris, a croissant for me, coffee for both of us, we buy some babka, feeding it to one another and leaving some to take back to the car. Paris tells the driver, who is about to step back out of the car to relax as he opens the back passenger door for me, holding it open.
I slid in and across the back seat and Paris follows, ducking his head. “I thought we could go to Hither Hills, maybe go for a run in the woodlands depending on how many tourists are around. Maybe make love outdoors.” Paris says as we close the car door again.
“That sounds good.”
“Which one?”
I laugh at him. “Both actually.”
Paris presses the intercom buzzer and informs the driver to take us to Hither Hills state park.
When Paris tells me going for a run is on the agenda, it makes me itch to do just that. Because it means I’ll shape shift to my tribal form and run through the woods as a werewolf, who isn’t that used to having to many times a year to run around like it craves. Living in a city doesn’t ten to accommodate the luxury of werewolves running around, a great deal. So I never turn down the chance to do it when I can.
Whilst I can shape shift at will and into my werewolf, I can not stop a shape shift or end it by myself earlier than the allotted time that my werewolf self deems it needs me to be in. That is all under the werewolf’s control. But since Paris is an alpha werewolf, he can help me out of a shape shift. So I won’t have to worry about staying in my tribal form anywhere from five to seven hours, like normal.
Paris’s cell phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his jeans pocket. “Addison,” He says looking at the screen before connecting the call. “Yeah,” I watch him listen to whatever it is Addison is telling him, and can’t figure out anything from the one sided conversation, as Paris’s face is giving nothing away. He glances at me and then runs his eyes down over my dress and pushes the hem of it a little bit up my leg.
I stay still as he appears to like what he sees and pushes the dress hem, one handed, further up my leg. He moves around from the seat, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder as he moves to kneel on the car floor in front of me pushing my dress up to the tops of my hips, exposing my thighs and underwear.
“What? Addison?” Paris stops and looks at his phone.
“What happened?”
“Phone cut out. He’ll call back.” Paris says his hands skimming up my legs to hook his fingers in to my underwear at its sides. I glance up and note, that once again, the dark glass partition between driver and passengers is up. We have all the privacy we want back here.
“What was the phone call about? Do we have some sort of new information?” I ask as Paris pulls down on my underwear harshly, causing me to jump slightly off the seat, lifting my butt and hips, so he can pull it down my legs and off completely.
“I’d rather tell you when I have all the info. He’ll call back.” Paris says distracted by the sight of my pubic hair and naked thighs. He pulls me forward by the hips.
“Sit on the edge of the seat, very edge.” He says as I do as I’m told. He pushes my legs apart and goes down on me, his mouth kissing its way up the soft skin of my inner thighs until I am all but arching myself into his mouth. His tongue traces me lightly and I shudder at the thrill those courses through me and shuts down my brain from wanting anything else, but what he is about to give me in the backseat of the car.
Paris’s tongue plunges into me and I sigh with his heavenly touch. “Yes. Fuck me.” My voice is guttural and drawn out. I cannot get enough of what he does to me. We have to catch up on our time lost because of his kidnapping. I need to be with him and he with me. Paris’s mouth latches onto me tightly and he sucks at my juices and I reach out, wanting to hold onto something and find I cannot quite reach the roof for support. So I bury my fingers in his hair between my legs, encouraging him to take me, pushing his head into me further.
This morning’s wake up call was only a teaser of what I hope is more to come, me coming for him, because of him. I start mewling as he works that magical mouth on my and caresses and licks me until I feel the frenzy of wanting my release creep upon me in great big leaps of excitement.
The dull sound of Paris’s cell phone buzzing registers with me.
“Yes.” It’s the only word I can think of as I ride the sensations abounding in me out and go further with them, waiting and pushing towards my release. “Yes, yes, yes.” I mutter like a little chant of encouragement for my orgasm. Paris never waivers from his pace or touch and then he does something incredible that tips everything over for me.
The cell phone keeps buzzing and I watch as with one hand, he reaches into his back jeans pocket and pulls out the cell phone and flings it on the other side of the car, while he keeps giving me head, ignoring what is sure to be Addison calling back to continue their previous call.
I feel the sensation of a partial shape shift, he is shape shifting his teeth. I trust him to not bite me, because that would be painful more than pleasurable I’m pretty sure. But the shift, pushes his lips out slightly and the tingle from the shape shift against my sensitive skin, causes my orgasm to trigger inside me. I grip his head of hair, driving him into me as I come crying out, tears streaming down my face from the power of the desire he has caused within me, wrapping me up.
Paris undoes his jeans fly and pulls out his cock, wrapping a hand around the base of his erect cock he pumps it a few times.
My orgasm is hard, and takes a few ebbs on me, and I release Paris’s hair from my fingers as I screw them up and release them several times, as I endure three waves of orgasm and my hips bucking into his mouth. My body goes limp and I slouch backwards, even as Paris lifts my hips and keeps sucking. Determined to get every last drop of me.
I am breathless and limbless. Breathing heavily as I try to blink my way back into reality. My body feels liquefied and I glance down my body, to see Paris putting a condom on his completely hard cock.
“Oh baby, you are going to kill me.” I say between breaths. He pushes my legs apart and pulls me again to the edge of the seat.
“What a way to go.” Paris mutters with a half smile and he slides, effortlessly into me. “You are so wet sweetheart.”
“It’s all your fault.” I mutter still trying to get my breath as he starts thrusting in me, determined to not be left behind without coming with me. I cry out more as my body enjoys the movement of him again, thrusting in and out of me, grabbing my hips so hard, his fingers dig into me. I do love the way he loves me, so ferociously passionate about being in me, with me, connecting us like there is no other way.
We both ignore the buzzing phone as the car drives us towards Hither Hills state park. Paris arches back magnificently as his climax drives him into me and he holds on for his life, his head thrown back. A look of ecstasy on his face, his eyes closed as he savours coming in me.
“I’m yours B.” He says lifting his head and looking back at me through hooded eyes, twinkling with desire. “Always yours.”
31
The drive to Hither Hills allows me time to recuperate from Paris’s sexual appetite and he feeds me some more Babka as he returns Addison’s call and get the information again before relaying it to me.
“Jules and Bohm found Sabelle and brought her to Addison. She didn’t even attempt to deny she’d given you the tablets.” He says watching me.
“Wow, that’s bold.”
“Or stupidly prideful. Werewolf and backing down, those two things regardless of being an alpha or beta do not go hand in hand.” Paris says popping a piece of babka in his mouth. “However, she says she just gave you whatever pain killer tablets were in my bathroom. “
“Ah, so she’s what trying to ensure she’s not directly connected to attempting to murder me?” I say angrily. “Bitch.”
“The boys called her on that, told her that I don’t keep any pain killer tablets or medicines in my house. Then she caved. Told the boys that she’d been given the tablets especially for you.”
“Made to order murdering, how considerate is this werewolf?”
“You know how you asked me back at the house if Sabelle was like a partner I used, on a regular basis? Well she was, what you should have asked was if I scheduled her with any another partners at that time. I used to have her scheduled around the same time as Kate and Bethany in the same week. Guess who gave Sabelle the tablets to give you?”
“One of those two bitches.”
“However, Jules or any of the boys don’t recall seeing Bethany or Kate around the pack when the shit storm was going down. Doesn’t mean she wasn’t there of course, I mean in the confusion and aftermath of what had gone on, they might not have been paying attention to something they didn’t see as a threat, right?”
“Right.”
“Sabelle claims she didn’t know what was put in them, just that it was designed to do exactly what it did to you. Keep you in pain and suspend the ability to shape shift.”
“Mother fucker!” I swear and Paris pulls me in close to his side and kisses the top of my head. I sit back in the seat, my mind racing with new thoughts and trying to digest this information. “So given how rare and hard it is to get wolfsbane, do you think, they somehow, were in cahoots with people at Plum Island? Maybe they made a deal with them for the tablets and you.” I look at Paris frowning. “This is fucked up.”
“Which bit?”
“All of it.” I mutter unhappily. My theory doesn’t even make sense to me.
“Addison’s getting Damon, you remember Damon? To do some sort of background check on the girls see of any of them have connections to Plum Island. At least indirectly.”
I remember the lycan Damon. He helped me and Paris when I was first dating Paris. He’s almost a recluse but not quite. But his world is one of computers, that’s for sure. So if anyone can find any dirt on those werewolves, I’m pretty sure it’s Damon who will uncover it.
“Wait, so we now know all the players in this mystery? Just like that? Because the weakest werewolf gave up the info? That sounds too easy. Like we’re just playing into their hands, again. Could be a ploy right?”
“Could be. But there is still plenty we don’t know.” I snuggle into his side and rest my head against him. I don’t know what’s more tyring, sex sessions with Paris or the emotional warfare of fighting unseen forces who have nothing better to do than come at us and pull us apart for their own entertainment or reasons.
“That just sounds like a whole lot of depressing shit to worry about.” I mutter unhappily,
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I Promise when this is all over I will take you away for a proper romantic getaway together, where no one will be after us.” He kisses my temple softly. “I’m bad pack mate aren’t I?”
“No you’re not. It’s not your fault this has happened.” He slides his arms underneath me and pulls me across into his lap. I put my arms around his neck. Looking at him, ready to kiss him, but Paris stops me short of my target, his mouth.
“I won’t let anyone take you away from me. And when I find out who feed you wolfsbane, I’ll make them pay for even entertaining of coming after you. Painfully pay.” He says solemnly. “And there was one other thing Addison was able to find out.”
“What’s that?”
He runs his nose along the side of my neck and his lips ghost over the ear as he whispers “We’re moving closer to whoever has my cell phone. When I say run, I want you to run and find somewhere to shape shift, okay?” Before I can question him any further, Paris engulfs me in a firm kiss of reassurance with things unsaid in its strength and passion. We when break for air, the car has stopped moving.
“Time to let go of our frustrations.” The back passenger door clicks open
“That sounds good.” Paris mutters back at me.
“Glad you think so.” Says another voice and we both look over at the open door and the figure bending down just under the door frame, waving a gun at us both to come apart. “Because you, dear Paris have caused me a fair few.” The female in the drivers uniform says stepping back slightly from the door. I never noticed our driver was female before. I’ in fact, pretty sure she wasn’t. “Get out. Both of you. You try and rush me and you will be shot full of silver bullets, capiche?”
I look at Paris and he unfurls my arms from his neck whilst giving the female driver with the gun a glaring look that says she is a dead woman when he gets his hands on her.
“Kate, let me guess, Bethany isn’t too far from wherever the hell we are.” Paris replies as I slide off his lap and move out of the car into the open.
“Bethany had her shot with you Paris, it didn’t work. Now we do things my way.” Kate says at him pointing the gun on me as Paris emerges casually from the back of the car. He looks around us as he moves closer to my side.
“Figured it out yet, where we are?” Kath asks Paris. He shakes his head. “Good.”
I look around us, it could be anywhere coastal, New York has a lot of coast. The Hamptons are surrounded and built on it. I’m not familiar with the Hamptons and surrounding areas so I haven’t a clue where we could be. But I’m not worried, because this time, I’m with Paris and as long as we’re together, then Kate, Sabelle and Bethany have nothing over me.
I begin to believe, that I actually have something over them. But the thought that we could be on a one way ticket to Plum Island, also filters around my head.
32
“You know for a big bad, all empowering Alpha, you’re not too smart about what it means when you drivers switch out on you.” Kate taunts Paris with, closing the passenger door of the car. She jerks her head to the field of tall grass beside us with a coast view through some trees in the distance. “It was easy too you know. You might have everyone in Manhattan under your beck and call when you need them, but up here, well, this isn’t your play pen is it Paris? I just approached the driver, offered him a tip too good to refuse to let me play your driver for a couple of hours. Told him I wanted to surprise my friends on their anniversary holiday away together, that a group of us had got together and planned a surprise romantic moment for them.”
I growl inwardly. The driver wouldn’t have suspected a thing, given the way Paris and I had been acting since being picked up. We’d played our parts perfectly.
“What are you going to do with us Kate, now that you have?” Paris taunts the woman in the driver’s uniform with. She removes her aviator sunglasses and looks at him while still holding the gun on both of us. She is taller than me, but still smaller than Paris, she’s around five foot ten. Very pretty brunette with a slim build.
“Well the thought had entered my mind to fuck you at gun point while you’re little Breukelen girl watches on.” Paris entwines his fingers in mine and holds my hands.
“All this for a quick fuck. You don’t really aim high do you?” Paris taunts her back.
“Focus on my smell alpha and you might get a clue.” Kate throws back at him with an evil smile. I glance at Paris and watch as his nostrils flare as he does just that. I don’t understand what her smell has got to do with holding either of us at gunpoint and threatening to rape my pack mate. None of this has made much sense to me. “Here, let me get a little closer to you My Alpha.” Kate says using a phrase I feel she is no longer entitled to use on Paris. She has no respect for him or what being the pack alpha means.
