Wolf Mountain Peak Complete Series, page 96
part #1 of Wolf Mountain Peak Series
“I hope you like role-play,” he said, speaking in a raspy voice, pulling his pants down his legs.
“Role-play?” she whispered, raising an eyebrow, puzzled by his words.
“Yeah,” David nodded, kicking his shoes away. “Forget Olivia Hunt. Tonight…” he paused, tossing his jeans across the floor; “...you’re a Popsicle: my Popsicle.”
At that, her sweet laughter filled the room and she removed her hand from herself. Suddenly, her smile was wiped off her face when her gaze shot down his body. David’s cock had hardened and lengthened, making it arch away from his legs. It seemed that he didn’t need anything else, other than the view of her nudity.
“What flavor?” She asked, shifting her attention back to his face, watching him climb into bed.
“Cherry,” he murmured, crawling towards her. “My favorite,” he went on, bringing his face directly over hers. She felt the muscles - she had just been marveling - on her skin as he lay on top of her. Olivia curled her arms around his neck; David bent his head down. Once again, the passion in his kiss stormed through her senses. He cupped her face in both of his hands. His smooth jaw brushed her chin. He trailed his fingertips over her temples; eased his fingers into her long, golden hair; and she hooked her left leg around his hip. His long kiss drugged her senses with each passing second - a sweet drug, a powerful medicine that shattered any other thought while it raced through her system. It made her believe that no world existed beyond the walls of the bedroom. They were relishing the feeling of each other’s caresses, embarking together on a journey into the realms of pleasure. David gently pressed his fingers into her skull while Olivia let her hands roam over his back. Catching her lower lip between his teeth, he tugged for a mere second and she stroked his firm flesh.
“Delicious,” he whispered, sliding the tip of his tongue over her mouth, putting a big smile on her face. She tipped her head back, her fingers grazing his skin, and then she felt his lips just under her chin. All of a sudden, David leaned back, and sat up. Taking his hands off of her head, he didn’t give her a chance to question his intentions. He wrapped his fingers around her right calf, and lifted her leg up in the air. It was then that she discovered what he meant by “popsicle.” Closing his eyes, he placed her foot on his shoulder. David’s hands began a slow, tantalizing trip up her legs, just before he planted a long, sensual kiss on her inner calf. Olivia smiled to herself, enjoying his tender touch. His approach might have been unusual, but she liked it nonetheless. He was delivering on his promise to her, taking his time with her. David left a trail of kisses up her calf, his fingers reaching the crook between her leg and her pussy. A lustful sigh left her mouth when he passed her knee. David squeezed her back thigh, making his way up, sliding his hand up her groin. Olivia reached her arm towards him, feeling his hot breath on her flesh. Feathering her fingers through his hair, she watched him, struggling to resist the urge to lead him to her womanhood. With his chin barely an inch away from her labia, she eagerly anticipated the sensation of his mouth on her pussy. But, David did not move his lips over to her pussy. Instead, he snaked his tongue out and he gripped her other back thigh as well. Gliding both of his hands up her body, he kissed her stomach, a low grunt escaping from him.
“Oh, baby…” Olivia whispered in helplessness as David smoothed his palms over her breasts. He jiggled them lightly, a split second before he planted a fiery kiss on the underside of her right one. Her body arched while the tip of his tongue moistened her skin. Grasping her left nipple between his fingers, he rolled it and tugged it, filling her ears with another, deeper grunt. David caressed her right nipple with his tongue, sending sparks flying through her body. She could feel it hardening under his sensual assault, and her legs twitching, so she grabbed a fistful of his hair. Squeezing her breast, he ran deliberate circles around her nipple and a large drop of precum leaked out of his cockhead. Sensing his hardness and the wetness that had spilled onto her stomach, Olivia threw her free arm around his shoulders. David pulled her swollen nipple into his mouth; her fingernails scraped down his back, leaving red trails behind. Every flick of his tongue brought her another short step towards heaven. Now, she wasn’t savoring just his hands, like their first time. There was no music in the air, but his kisses and his grunts were sounding more and more like music he was making for her and her alone. The almond oil had been replaced by his rich, masculine scent, which flowed around her while he worshipped her breasts.
His lips closed around her nipple one last time, before he released it. Still, when he moved them down to her tummy once more, Olivia had an idea. She could still recall his reaction, at the sight of her ass. He had done to her things she had never experienced, and she had loved each and every one of them. So, she pulled her arms away from him, and put them down onto the bed. In a quick move, she rolled over onto her chest, leaving a stunned David staring at her in surprise. He leaned back, his gaze roaming over her body, watching her get up on all fours.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he confessed, and then he leaned towards her round, juicy mounds. Olivia bit her lower lip, feeling his hot lips on the delicate curve of her ass. He reached his right arm up, using his left hand to grab and hold onto her butt cheek. She tilted her head back, a loud moan escaping her when his fingers made contact with her clit. Pressing the heel of his hand onto her pussy, David kissed his way up her ass, gently rubbing her clit in circular motion. Her juices wet his skin; he sent waves of pleasure down her spine, the drive in his moves proving to her that he meant every word he growled out. Olivia wished that she could see him. She longed to see the expression on his face when he pressed his full lips onto her flesh. But, she didn’t have to, and she certainly wouldn’t interrupt him. She could sense every kiss across her ass as his mouth made its way to her crack. The circles around her clit were getting faster and harder, sending her arousal off the charts and causing her breath to come in short gasps. The beginnings of her orgasm were starting in her lower belly. However, just when she thought that things couldn’t get any better, David’s lips landed on her entrance where he rubbed his thumb over her pussy lips. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, and gripped the sheets tighter as his long, fervent kiss forced an even louder moan from her. He ran the tip of his tongue down her pussy, dragging his fingers down her ass cheek, and accelerating the pace of his rubbing. Sliding it back up, he stopped it over her entrance, holding her ass cheeks apart.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Olivia, tossing her head back, and feeling his hot, wet tongue slowly slipping inside her. The sensation sent her over the edge, making her heart thump against her chest. Breathing harder, she began to buck up against him while he drove his tongue in and out of her. By then, she had lost her self-control, finding herself desperate to intensify her impending climax. She tilted her head back down, opened her eyes to slits, and felt David squeeze her ass cheeks one at a time. Olivia caught a glimpse of his fingers, rubbing her hard, swollen clit and her moans echoed back from the walls of the bedroom. However, it soon became clear to her that she could not behold this spectacle for long. Shuddering, she squeezed her eyes shut when wave after wave of her powerful orgasm washed over her, leaving her entire body quivering in its wake. Her ample juices flowed out of her and onto David’s tongue while he stroked the delectable flesh of her ass. Unable to stay in that position anymore, Olivia tumbled into bed. She struggled to catch her breath. A bright smile lit up her face. She happened to be looking out of the bedroom window, but within seconds, her view was blocked by David lying beside her.
“That was a hell of a lot better than I imagined,” he spoke in his deep, raspy voice. “I’d love to do it again.”
“Oh, no,” she said, her smile broadening. She reached her hand up to cup his cheek, continuing, “I don’t think I could take that.”
“Come to me,” David urged. Olivia gazed deeply into the greenness of his eyes. She swung her leg over him, leaning closer and he snaked his left arm around her back. Finding herself lying on top of him, she claimed his lips, feeling his rock-hard cock with her stomach. He reached around her, and pulled it out from underneath her while her teeth gently nipped at his upper lip. Feeling the head between her pussy lips, she gripped his shoulder. David’s cock parted her slick, wet folds causing Olivia to exhale hard in his mouth. He pulled her close, letting out a guttural grunt, stretching out her insides. Olivia leaned back, sliding her hands down his face and his chest as she tipped her head back. She raised them up, and drove them into her hair, while her tightness surrounding his every inch. David reached up, and cupped both of her breasts. Olivia splayed her fingers over his chest, swiveled her hips in circles, swayed back and forth, and felt his cock pulse deep inside her.
“God, it feels amazing,” she moaned, digging her fingernails into his flesh as he pressed her breasts together. Rolling her eyelids up, she looked down at him. His face was twisting in a grimace of absolute pleasure. David’s gaze was locked on hers; tiny drops of sweat were running down his forehead; he rubbed his thumbs around her nipples. At the sight of his trembling lips, Olivia considered bending down towards him. Nothing else in this world would please her more than to surrender to the object of her desire, to the man who had shown her pleasures that she hadn’t imagined existed. Still, she would not relinquish control just yet. Keeping him in a submissive position, along with the sensation of his hands on her body, and the lust in his eyes, were offering her a sense of power over him, and turning her arousal into a roaring inferno that scorched her insides. David was worshipping her with his gaze, letting it drop down to her pussy, and then back up to her eyes again, his large, stiff cock quenching her desire. Moving his hands down to the undersides of her breasts, he bucked into her, burying himself deeper than he had ever done before. He leaned towards her, shutting his eyes as he pushed her breasts upward. In an instant, Olivia ran her hands up his chest, just before she felt his hot lips in the middle of her chest. She tossed her head back, gripping his shoulders tightly; a lustful moan left her mouth. David threw his arms around her lower back, breathing hard on her skin, and trailing sensual kisses up her body.
“Yeah, kiss me, just like that,” she said, her voice, a lust-ridden whisper; he pulled her close. Before she knew it, their bodies were once more pressed together, skin-to-skin. He glided his hands down her back, making his way up her neck. He might have taken control now, but, the thought of regaining it became a blur, amid the passion that was rampaging within her like a flooding river. Her only thought was to taste his lips again as she felt his hard, lean body under her. Running her hands across his shoulders, she halted them at the sides of his neck, their mouths joining in a long, lust-filled kiss. With the weight of her ass filling his hands, David groaned into her mouth. Their tongues dueled with one another in an erotic dance. All of a sudden, he released her butt cheeks, but then slapped them both at the same time, hard enough for her to feel it, sending spirals of ecstasy shooting through her body. He pounded her; he was dominating her with each thrust; claiming her; showing her the true meaning of passion and delight. Olivia had lost herself in a cloud of sensation and emotion; in a world of desire; his rampant desire. David was stimulating every nerve in her body, squeezing and kissing, his relentless pace bringing her second orgasm closer and closer by the second. She was writhing, pressing closer to him seeming like she wanted to feel him more against her skin. Olivia tilted her head up, her moans resounding through the room, the waves of her orgasm crashing over her. Intense pleasure hammered her, leaving her shuddering on top of him, and gasping for breath. A few, loud grunts signaled the arrival of David’s climax. His body tightened beneath her, just before he pulled out. Reaching around her, he gripped the base of his shaft. His juices spurted out of the tiny hole of his cockhead. His chest heaving he glanced up at her. Utterly exhausted, she laid her head into the crook of his neck while he slid his hands up her body.
“Well…” she panted, trailing her fingers up to his face. “I never thought I’d be doing this with my stalker.”
“The word ‘stalker’ is a bit heavy, Liv,” he remarked, gathering a few strands of her hair in his hand. “It refers to men who follow women around. I only visited your place once.”
“Thank you,” Olivia whispered, laying a quick kiss on the side of his neck. “And not just for the sex; this day has been wonderful in every way.”
“Thank me?” David squinted down at her, his face twisted in confusion. “Thank you. You brightened my life, girl. You stayed with me; you went up against your pack’s rules for me.”
Olivia flashed him a bright-eyed look, her lips curved into a blissful smile. She wouldn’t dignify his words with a rebuttal. He was speaking the truth. There was nothing she could say to contradict him. Snuggling up against him, she purred in his arms, in the hope that many days and nights like these would follow: that they could be a couple, regardless of their nature, or the enemies that surrounded them.
Chapter Seventeen
Sunday morning dawned sunny and bright, resembling the happiness that had enveloped Olivia. In the most festive mood of her life, she was all smiles. The night before had given her memories that would last her a lifetime, and a man who appeared to have all the qualities she wanted in a boyfriend: kindness; reliability; a good sense of humor; and patience were just a few of them. Indeed, David seemed to embody everything that she had been looking for in her search for the perfect companion. Nothing proved able to dampen Olivia’s spirits. The excessive noise and terrible smells of the bustling metropolis felt more like mere nuisances: neither of them held any torture. These objects simply could no longer affect her, but also became features of the big city that she could tolerate from now into the future. Why? Because Olivia would love to revisit this place, anytime in the future but only if she was with David. The prospect of being with him – holding hands; talking to him; touching him – made it worth her while.
Even the drive back to her hometown proved too short and too pleasant to wipe the smile off her face. The two-and-a-half hours behind the wheel literally flew by, even though she was all alone in her car. All of the thoughts that dominated her mind consisted of the memories of the previous day: the stroll at the Brooklyn Promenade; David’s feelings about the loss of his beloved brothers and Annabelle; and their kiss. Olivia couldn’t help but believe that this moment would define their future. Right after that, he was an entirely different man. His mood changed as he focused on them. In essence, she thought that her kiss was the first of many steps that he had to take in his long, healing process.
Turning her car left and into the downhill road to Paxton, she threw a quick glance down at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost noon. Under any other circumstances, she would rush to her grocery store. Keeping it closed for almost four hours on a business day translated into loss revenue and angry customers. But, she decided to take her time instead. She brought her gaze back to the road up ahead, smiling in contentment. When she did, however, Olivia noticed a small, red glare a few yards down the road. It couldn’t have been more than six or seven inches long, hovering over a large rock to the right. Intrigued, she eased on the brakes, keeping her gaze locked on this strange phenomenon. Gently, she turned right, leaving the asphalt altogether. The tires kicked up dust as the car rolled to a halt not far from the rock. Olivia gripped the door handle, and then stepped outside, watching the glare swirl away from her. Its color assisted her in suspecting who was behind this small mystery: Helena. Apparently, the witch of Paxton was summoning her; but, she was nowhere to be seen. All that lay before her, was the steep hillside, a narrow path - formed by short, thorny bushes on mostly barren rocks - and some scarce vegetation, further down the hill. Without much thought, Olivia trotted off towards the glare; after all, she was dealing with a witch, with a natural skill to show up out of nowhere.
Taking a few, cautious glances around her, she strolled along the path, at the same time wondering about the information that Helena might have for her. Whatever it was, in her heart, Olivia had a single - yet major - wish: that the witch had discovered the sacrifice David had to make. For her, it posed a bigger hurdle than his disgruntled brothers did. They were his blood. They could have peace as long as both sides wanted peace. Until David and Olivia found out the specifics of the sacrifice, the uncertainty would plague them both.
All of a sudden, the glare stopped. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into thin air. Olivia huffed in frustration, believing this was some cheap trick. But, before she could turn around, the ground beneath her feet began to vibrate. Her brows popped up as a large, wide patch of rock slid upward. Her surprise, though, was short-lived. Almost immediately, black boots and a black cloak caught her gaze. Helena was waiting for her in her usual attire, with her staff in her right hand.
“Good morning, Olivia,” She addressed her in her feathery voice. “I am sorry, but this trick was the safest way for me to talk to you. Come on in.”
“The safest way?” questioned Olivia, stepping forward and into the dark hall. “What is this place?”
“It’s Roman Bradford’s sanctuary,” Helena informed her, watching the gate slide downward. “Listen to me. Raul’s grandfather built this place, a long time ago. The rest of the pack doesn’t know it exists. The only ones who do are the Bradford’s and their mates. Do not, I repeat, do not tell anyone about it.”
“Ok,” Olivia said with a nod. “Can you please answer my first question?”
“I can’t do that here. Follow me,” Helena urged, adding to Olivia’s curiosity as she turned around. The torches in silver cups, scattered on either side of the corridor, splashed a cold sensation onto Olivia’s face. She might have been crossing a hall with a person of trust, but there was something about this picture that sent waves of unease down her spine. However, the flickering flames were not her biggest concern. Helena’s secrecy and the firmness of her tone in her last sentence were enough to tighten the back of her neck. The witch turned right, and into a massive hall. As Olivia joined her, she was stunned to discover that they would not be alone. Raul, Dean and Ray Bradford were there as well, standing in front of a desk.
