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“Ochre,” she whimpered. “I want…”
She trailed off. She wanted to come. She wanted Ochre inside her. But she found all the words stuck in her throat. All that would come out was little moans. What was wrong with her? What was she doing? The scent of Ochre was overpowering. She wanted to lick him like he was licking her. She wanted him to never stop touching her. He pulled back, and she made the most disagreeing noise she could muster since words seemed beyond her.
“Uh-huh,” he agreed and seized hold of her pant legs. He gave a swift yank and twist. She rolled and ended up on her hands and her knees with her wet, naked pussy pointing right at him.
“Fucking yes,” he growled and licked one of her ass cheeks, running his tongue all the way up onto the small of her back. She let out an inarticulate gasp. He kissed his way up her spine and worked her shirt up over her head. She panted and fought the fabric, trying to get it off of her. He let her struggle, preferring to reach around her, pulling her tight to him, burying one hand in her pussy, and working her breasts with the other while he left wet kisses and love bites on her neck. She could feel he still had his pants on, but they had dropped down around his knees. The buckle of his belt was pressing into her leg. But she could also feel his hard cock pushing into her ass.
She finally freed herself of her shirt and flung it into the long grass next to his.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured as he licked the crest of her ear.
She didn’t know what noise she made next, but it might have been an agreement, but then again, it might have been disagreement that he wasn’t inside her already.
“I want you,” she managed to get out but ended on a moan of pleasure. Ochre’s thumb was on her clit and made rough circles while his fingers pressed deep into her core.
“Want you,” he repeated back to her. “Want you wrapped around me like sunshine.” His voice was uneven, as if he was also having trouble catching his breath.
She wanted him like that too. She wanted him like air and water. She wanted him always.
“Oh God, Ochre,” she moaned as he kissed her neck. The air around them seemed to push on them in a hot wave. The only relief was Ochre’s mouth. It cooled her skin and flamed her nerve endings. She ground herself against him, rubbing so close to where she wanted him.
He shoved her forward, and she dug her fingers in the grass, noting that her nails had thickened into heavy claws. She hoped he wouldn’t freak out about any extra wolf-iness because all she really wanted at this moment was for him to fuck her so hard that she howled. She felt his hands on her hips firm and heavy. He was so big that he made her feel dainty. He pushed the tip inside her, and she wriggled, shifting her weight back and forth, panting and trying not to beg, but she was getting close. Then he took her in one smooth thrust, and she cried out in pleasure as he drove into her.
Anna arched her back and let out the first note of a howl. She bit her lip, trying to contain the noise. The last thing they needed to do was alert the warlocks that wolves were around, but God, Ochre felt so good. He curved one hand underneath her and up onto her shoulder. She felt like Ochre had taken charge of every bit of her and was giving her exactly what she craved. He was what she wanted, and only he could give her what she needed.
She didn’t know how long she would be able to contain the howl that was inside her. She whimpered and leaned back into him—giving him everything. She was so close. Her legs and arms felt like jelly. He leaned down into her, driving with a pounding rhythm. He slid one hand over her mouth.
“Do it,” he growled. “Do it!”
She let loose, howling into his hand as she came. He slammed three more thrusts into her and then came, grinding his pleasure into her with a deep groan. For a moment, she had the bizarre wish that he would give her a baby right now, and then she collapsed into the grass.
Episode 20
Into the Underground
Ochre
After a long sticky minute or twenty, Ochre peeled himself off Anna and flopped onto his back, staring at the curved blue bowl of the sky above him.
“Fuck me,” he said. He felt like his brain had been turned inside out.
“I just did,” said Anna.
“Yuh,” he agreed.
The universe felt like it was vibrating on a new frequency.
“You are so fucking crazy,” he said. He realized that his pants were still down around his knees. He bridged and pulled them up, concentrating on carefully working the zipper. His fine motor control was utterly fucked.
“Me? You’re the one who ripped all my clothes off and threw me down in the grass like you’re some mating crazed wolf.” She pushed herself up and sat on her knees, looking around. Her hair was in complete disarray, sticking out all over the place with grass in it. It was sexy as hell.
“Yeah, but it was because you went….” She stared at him, waiting for the rest of his explanation. “Fwoom.”
Her eyebrows went up.
Fwoomwasn’t enough explanation. He had turned around and found Anna had gone up in an explosion of gold that enveloped him like the sun. She had wanted him. She had been reaching out. What else was he supposed to have done?
He felt like what his college friends had said happened when they did drugs. Had he done drugs? Maybe that stupid pill Anna had given him had done something? He turned to Anna to ask if that were possible but stopped—caught by the contrast of her copper hair against the green grass.
