Page 18 of A Brighter Yellow
Can’t talk. Working on saving Wolf kind with Anna.
Umm… K? Good luck. Love you.
“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” he muttered, typing in a thumbs-up emoji. He had barely hit send when Anna went off like a red firework in his brain. He looked up at her in surprise.
“Girlfriend?” she asked with a tight smile.
He grinned. Red fireworks meant jealousy. He shouldn’t like that, but he really did. “Sister. She’s being a pest.”
“Are they really annoying?” she asked, sounding wistful.
“No, they’re great. I love them both to bits. Except when they try and boss me around. Then they’re just… sisters.”
She chuckled. “Yes, I know how that is. Or at least, I know brothers.”
“You’ll like them,” he said, amused by the idea of introducing Anna to his sisters. “They like people like you.”
“Like me?” she asked, looking uncertain about his meaning. “Wolves, you mean?”
“No. People who want to change the world. And, also, bossy women. You’re their people.”
“Bossy!” she gasped, standing up and looking outraged. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing—it was too easy. She growled and smacked him in the chest with her open palm. He grabbed her hand and pulling her tight to him. He liked her better mad and fighting than scared and embarrassed.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, glaring up at him.
“Uh-huh,” he agreed. He didn’t have a plan beyond this—he had just wanted her to cheer up—but Anna’s eyes were so easy to get lost in. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. This probably wasn’t on task for saving the world, but he thought they could squeeze in one more kiss.
“But mostly I did it so I could do this,” he said.
Like their first kiss, it was hard to tell who was leading, following, or if they were just meeting like a train wreck in the middle, but he felt the kiss in his bones.
“OK, yeah,” she said, leaning back, smiling at him. “Wait. What?”
“I don’t know,” said Ochre and kissed her again. He really liked that she was tall. It felt like she fit him just right. He leaned into her a little further, and they teetered on the edge of balance before tumbling onto the bed. He twisted, trying not to squash her, and ended up in a tangle of legs, with Anna partially on top of him and him with a handful of her ass. That seemed fine. Really… really… fine. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone as badly as he wanted her. She sat up briefly and pulled off her dress. She was wearing some sort of bra thing with strappy bits in weird places. Ochre thought he probably made some sort of inappropriate noise about that, but he couldn’t really remember because he promptly buried his face in her cleavage and tried to remove some of the straps with his tongue.
Anna pulled his shirt up, and he groaned as her fingertips pressed into the ridges of muscles on either side of his spine. It was like she was hitting every nerve ending he had. He finally figured out that the damn bra fastened in the front and popped it while he kissed her. She tasted better than anything he’d ever had in his mouth.
She pulled at his shirt, and he reluctantly separated from her long enough to pull it off. He probably was going to need to take off the rest of his clothes at some point and this was an opportune moment because then he wouldn’t have to stop touching her later. He managed to stumble off the bed. Anna shimmied out of her underwear before following him. She left a trail of kisses on his chest, her hands reaching for his belt buckle. Her lips made his stomach do flip-flops. He buried his hands in her hair, and she paused, her tongue flicking out to caress his hip bone as she pushed his pants down.
“I am going to lick you everywhere,” he blurted out.
For a moment, he couldn’t tell if that had been the wrong thing to say or not.
“Yes,” she said, nodding as if she had given the matter serious consideration. “That would be excellent. But first.” She leaned in and licked his cock, ending at the tip that was rapidly standing erect, and then she swirled her tongue around the head. He shuddered at the sensation.
“Circumcised,” she said, pulling back. “Weird.”
“Weird is not what a guy wants to hear in this situation,” he said, staring down at her in dismay.
She chuckled. “Wolves heal too quick. We don’t usually bother with chopping bits off ourselves. I’m not saying it’s bad. I’m into it.” She licked him again and took him into her mouth as if offering proof of her enthusiasm.
He felt like he was being managed. He reached down and grabbed Anna under the armpits, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. She stared at him in wide-eyed shock.
“You cannot keep tossing me around!” she exclaimed as if he had violated some sort of etiquette.
“All night long,” he said confidently because he had every intention of doing just that. He grabbed one of her ankles, and her eyes went wide as if she thought he might start now. Instead, he traced the other hand down her leg.
“Now, let’s see, what did I say I was going to do with my tongue?” he asked, dragging his knuckle between the folds of her body.
