my belly. He was thinking about where to do it, how to make the first time something less--animal. And I was just envisioning it every way I could think of, wondering how to initiate it.
Now, remember, at that time, he had no idea that I had been born a wolf. We were both in crinos. But it was weird, more control than, I think, most crinos werewolves have. Both of us, I mean. We were thinking.
And it’s odd, but at that moment, when I realized I was overanalyzing what was going on between us, that I finally understood what Hood had been trying to tell me--what the difference was between us, him and I, and most of the dogs in the pack. Thinking smart in spite of our instincts, our driving urges. It’s how Jack and I escaped the pack, I know that for damn sure.
I know it’s an odd time to think about genetics, but suddenly, I wondered...was the pure line I descended from really...an unnatural line? I surely felt more human than wolf, in my thinking, at least.
My hand, before me, seemed to be losing hairs as I watched it. Not that I was watching it on purpose, just, my eyes had glazed over and were refocusing...on a very human hand.
Chapter Eight
“Shit.” Jack pulled away from me. “We need to go somewhere.”
I shook my head, stepped back and lay down on the grass, pulling him down beside me. “We need to do this first. I can’t think. The pheromones are fogging my brain.”
Really, I had a fear that I would change over, and he wouldn’t like what he saw. At least in crinos, the pheromones between us would help the consummation process, keep up the attraction. Fear of what was to come and what I had just possibly figured out, had me turning to my instincts in blindness, blocking out my thought processes.
He chuckled. “Is that what it is? And here I just thought it was love at first sight.”
I knew he was joking, or thinking it was a joke. Just being clever. But I blinked up at him, drew his hand to my lips and kissed it, then eased my tongue out and sucked his fingers, one by one, into my mouth--watching his face the whole time.
Slowly, he stretched out, shifted to spread himself along the side of my body, where our skin was touching. When I was done with that hand, I let it go, trailed it down my chin, and set it on my breast--which had become very human in the interim. I never looked down.
Jack indulged in cupping. Little tickles, tweaks. Firm hand holds. Brief caresses that promised something to come. Investigating my whole body, every dimple, every bump, lump, and crease.
Eventually, he worked his hand down to my pubis.
That made me arch. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hand tighter there. Or his finger-- or more-- inside me again. But he kissed me instead, keeping up the same steady pressure with his hand. Just enough to make me buck for fulfillment.
Before long, he was half over me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, and his cock dripped against the flesh of my upper thigh. I couldn’t stand it any more, I reached for his manhood, literally pulled it-- and him-- until he lay atop me, ready to go in.
Ripping my lips free, I said, “For Gaia’s sake, fuck me. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”
Jack grabbed a hold of my chin, made me look him in the eye. And, as you know, that wasn’t something I’d done a lot of before. “Fera--”
His face seemed so beautiful to me, but definitely, his eyes had me sucked into their depths.
I love the expressions he gets. So serious in his eyes, but his lips always twitch, always ready to smirk.
“What?” I spread my legs, pulled up my knees and put my hands on his hips. I figured, if he was gonna take his time about it, I might just have to help him.
Too sincere, too serious, he said, “You drive me wild.”
That
Now, remember, at that time, he had no idea that I had been born a wolf. We were both in crinos. But it was weird, more control than, I think, most crinos werewolves have. Both of us, I mean. We were thinking.
And it’s odd, but at that moment, when I realized I was overanalyzing what was going on between us, that I finally understood what Hood had been trying to tell me--what the difference was between us, him and I, and most of the dogs in the pack. Thinking smart in spite of our instincts, our driving urges. It’s how Jack and I escaped the pack, I know that for damn sure.
I know it’s an odd time to think about genetics, but suddenly, I wondered...was the pure line I descended from really...an unnatural line? I surely felt more human than wolf, in my thinking, at least.
My hand, before me, seemed to be losing hairs as I watched it. Not that I was watching it on purpose, just, my eyes had glazed over and were refocusing...on a very human hand.
Chapter Eight
“Shit.” Jack pulled away from me. “We need to go somewhere.”
I shook my head, stepped back and lay down on the grass, pulling him down beside me. “We need to do this first. I can’t think. The pheromones are fogging my brain.”
Really, I had a fear that I would change over, and he wouldn’t like what he saw. At least in crinos, the pheromones between us would help the consummation process, keep up the attraction. Fear of what was to come and what I had just possibly figured out, had me turning to my instincts in blindness, blocking out my thought processes.
He chuckled. “Is that what it is? And here I just thought it was love at first sight.”
I knew he was joking, or thinking it was a joke. Just being clever. But I blinked up at him, drew his hand to my lips and kissed it, then eased my tongue out and sucked his fingers, one by one, into my mouth--watching his face the whole time.
Slowly, he stretched out, shifted to spread himself along the side of my body, where our skin was touching. When I was done with that hand, I let it go, trailed it down my chin, and set it on my breast--which had become very human in the interim. I never looked down.
Jack indulged in cupping. Little tickles, tweaks. Firm hand holds. Brief caresses that promised something to come. Investigating my whole body, every dimple, every bump, lump, and crease.
Eventually, he worked his hand down to my pubis.
That made me arch. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hand tighter there. Or his finger-- or more-- inside me again. But he kissed me instead, keeping up the same steady pressure with his hand. Just enough to make me buck for fulfillment.
Before long, he was half over me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, and his cock dripped against the flesh of my upper thigh. I couldn’t stand it any more, I reached for his manhood, literally pulled it-- and him-- until he lay atop me, ready to go in.
Ripping my lips free, I said, “For Gaia’s sake, fuck me. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”
Jack grabbed a hold of my chin, made me look him in the eye. And, as you know, that wasn’t something I’d done a lot of before. “Fera--”
His face seemed so beautiful to me, but definitely, his eyes had me sucked into their depths.
I love the expressions he gets. So serious in his eyes, but his lips always twitch, always ready to smirk.
“What?” I spread my legs, pulled up my knees and put my hands on his hips. I figured, if he was gonna take his time about it, I might just have to help him.
Too sincere, too serious, he said, “You drive me wild.”
That
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