Page 129 of Those That Are Lost
“We’ve signed the majority of the laws off now. I think it should ease up from here. Have you been out here long?”
“Most of the afternoon. I wanted to get these finished for when Claire comes over tomorrow.” Red pushes the papers back so she can hop up to the wooden table. She immediately opens her thighs so I can step between them.
Claire has been instrumental with her design skills in getting these plans done so quickly. She got the job she was trying out for, and her new boss was very pleased with the fact she managed to land a big account—us—in her first week.
“I managed to pull the rest of the funds out of those offshore accounts as well, the money should clear by next week. So we can get really stuck in.” Red’s hands are slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers grazing the skin on my abs and chest as she goes.
“Good, I can’t believe we have enough funds for the whole project. It’s incredible that your parents managed toprotect their finances. I can’t wait until we have proper rooms to sleep in.”
I groan a response when Red leans forwards to kiss along my pecs as she pushes my shirt off. Thoughts capable of this conversation fleeing my mind.
I capture her chin with my fingers and tilt her head up to meet my lips, needing to taste her.
She immediately opens as my tongue seeks hers. I keep the kiss languid and unhurried, but I make it deep, claiming her mouth in desperate need.
My dick swells in my suit trousers, my hips moving of their own volition, seeking friction against the denim of my mate’s shorts.
“I need you naked, now,” I practically whimper as I end the kiss.
Red makes quick work of her clothes. Whipping her top and the sports bra she’d been wearing underneath off in one swift movement. My hands find the button and fly on her shorts and her hands come round my neck as she lifts herself enough that I can pull them off.
Her scent hits me like a freight train, my fangs descending as I drop to my knees in front of her. I waste no time in spreading her open and plundering my tongue deep into her wet core.
“Fuck… Ty…” Red moans out loud and grips my hair as she sinks back in the pleasure.
Voices from the house get louder as I hear footsteps on the veranda. Growling, I command the shadows to flood the entrance to the outhouse. Darkening the windows and blocking the doorway.
‘I’m betting we won’t be left for long, so I’m going to make this quick.’I stand, forcing Red to let go of my hair as I unzip my trousers and free my cock. Using her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the bench and plough into her in one thrust.
My mate bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her pleasure filled scream that tears from her throat. I bend to capture her mouth once more and drink down any further sounds she makes as I set a relentless pace.
Red has no choice but to hold on as I fuck her. Not that she wants me to slow down or take it easier on her if the litany coming through our telepathic connection is anything to go by.
We climb together quickly and carnally. I slam into her until I feel her coming around my cock and then let go of the orgasm which had been building in my own body. I still as my dick fires rope after rope of cum into my mate. We pant into each other's skin as the shared climax crests and wanes, leaving us both in a heady state of bliss.
‘I don’t know why those fuckers couldn’t go back inside,’I grumble as the guys outside continue to chatter and move around. Fuck knows what they’re up to.
‘There’s zero chance they didn’t hear that, is there?’Red asks, face flushed with post orgasm glow and some embarrassment at being overheard.
‘Sorry, but if we can hear them, they can hear us. At least I know they can’t see anything.’I glance around at the darkness surrounding us.
We’d been fairly lucky until now, not that we’ve had more than a handful of opportunities these last three weeks. We’re all practically sleeping in the same room now as we dismantle the house, ready for the work to begin.
‘I can’t wait for our own room. A very soundproof room.’
I agree as I step back and start passing Red her clothes. I offer her my shirt to clean up with, deciding I’m not going to wear it anyway.
We join the pack a few minutes later, discovering that they’ve lit a bonfire and have brought out some beers and blood for us to drink. It’s a nice evening out and they’ve setup chairs and are having a chill evening chatting around the fire.
Antares and Atlas both let wolf whistles fly as we approach, to which Red buries her face into my shoulder in clear embarrassment. I threaten the cocky shits and they soon shut up.
I take a seat and pull Red into my lap, inhaling deeply as she still smells of sex and me and I can’t get enough.
Our less than covert fuck is quickly forgotten and the evening dips to dusk as laughter and conversation fills the air. There’s easy banter, swapping of stories and talk of the future. Our future as a pack.
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