A Twisted Anthology: A Twisted Design Book

The Rogue’s Initiation Part 13

After a few hours with the guys, and a lot of jokes thrown my way about being a werewolf, I left the bar. Kelly told us it started snowing when she was heading out to go home. I figured it would take a couple hours before it was too deep to get home safely in a car without four-wheel drive. I could’ve stayed until closing, but drinking wasn’t fun when everyone else got drunk and you couldn’t.

The flakes were fat and wet, but this was the second layer. If it’d just been big wet flakes first, there would be some slush, but it wouldn’t really stick. That sort of snow seemed to be just warm enough it would melt if it touched anything even slightly warmer.

The first layer had been the tiny little ice crystal flakes. They made a good base layer, because they were light and dusted everything. The wet flakes could build on them easily.

I drove through the dark, out of town. The flakes were illuminated by my headlights. I was being careful, in case of deer, but making pretty good time out of town. If this kept up and it got a few degrees colder, it would be the type of snow everyone was predicting.

No animals would be out hunting in this. I certainly wasn’t going out in it. My instinct said curl up somewhere warm and sleep. That was precisely what I intended to do.

When I arrived home, I was ready to strip down and have some naked time before bed. I was a nudist around the house, especially during times when I knew I wouldn’t have visitors. I gathered my grocery bags and got out of the truck with my keys in hand.

The furniture sitting on my porch was covered in snow because of the direction the wind was blowing. I unlocked the door and went in with my bags. Something nagged at me. A scent that was out of place.

I started putting the groceries away while I worked out what the scent was. A minute later, it clicked. Sunny.

Dropping the box of brownie mix, I rushed out the door and started sniffing. How did she get here? I didn’t see her car. Was she here still, or did she leave something for me?

Stepping back into the house, I stripped off my clothes and shifted into my wolf. I left the door open so I could come and go easily. Ezra tried to contact Mira, but she just kept telling him she was too tired to talk.

We sniffed around looking for where the scent was coming from. It grew stronger at the back of the house. It smelled like it mixed with burned paper. The fire pit.

I rushed to the exposed back patio where I had a fire pit with a couple chairs. We made it up to the patio without taking the stairs. Quickly, I shifted back.

Sunny was curled up in one of the hammock chairs, covered in snow. She was so pale and I could barely hear her heart beating. I picked her up and she mumbled something. She was only wearing a light jacket, thin shirt, and jeans.

She’d probably been expecting me to be home. Why didn’t she stay on the front porch or break into the house? Damn it. She could’ve died.

As fast as I could, I carried her back around to the open door and into the house. I kicked the door closed behind me and set her on the couch. Her clothes were soaked and she was hypothermic. Even a werewolf could die of hypothermia. We just normally had the sense not to fall asleep in our human form in the snow.

I began pulling off her clothes. There was no time to linger or enjoy revealing every bit of her sweet, soft, skin. I needed to get her dry and warm.

Once she was naked, I carried her into my room and set her on the chair by the door while I pulled back the sheets and blankets and turned on the heated blanket. I moved her to the bed, then covered her up, tucking her in tightly.

Heading back to the living room, I locked the door and drew the blinds. I picked up our clothes, emptied the pockets, and got them into the washer. I’d dry them in the morning. I got a glass of water for Sunny, and went back to the bedroom, putting the glass on the nightstand.

Climbing into the bed with her, I curled around her body. She was still pretty cold. I hadn’t been gone for more than five minutes, the blanket was just getting warmed up. I picked up her hand and brought it to my mouth, breathing hot air onto her icy digits.

It had been snowing for a little over an hour and a half when I got home and it had taken me about ten minutes to get in the house and realize I was smelling Sunny. Another five to ten minutes searching for her. Goddess only knows when she fell asleep in that chair. She could’ve been out there since just after I left. If I’d decided to stay until closing, I wouldn’t have been back for a couple more hours.

Why didn’t she call me? She had my number on the card I gave her with my address. She probably didn’t realize it was me. Maybe Queen Bellamy sent her here to work on something with me for the book. If she didn’t tell Sunny I was the writer, she wouldn’t have expected me. It was the only reason I could think of that she didn’t call me.

Her face was so pale and her lips were blue. Her wolf would be able to heal any damage once she was warm enough. Ezra whimpered in my head. I felt that deeply. Our sweet little Sunny ended up almost dying. She probably didn’t even realize she was getting that cold and just got sleepy.

I rubbed her skin and kept her close to me. The heated blanket was really beginning to work. I rolled Sunny onto her side and spooned her body, trying to warm her back side now that her front was beginning to feel warm. Though, I really wanted to keep rubbing her front side more.

Feeling her curvy butt pressed against my groin was almost enough to make it worth it. I held her against me, so my body heat would help regulate hers. I breathed in her scent and felt happy. Not as happy as if she were conscious in my bed, but happy to have her and to have found her before this became irreversible.

“I love you, Sunny. Warm up for me, sweetheart. Let me love you and take care of you forever. Let me give you the love you deserve.” I whispered as I held her close.

Eventually, I drifted to sleep with her in my arms and her body curved into mine. It was the first time a story didn’t keep me awake until all hours. The only thing in my head was the fact that Sunny was really in my home, my bed, and my arms.

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Something was wiggling against my groin deliciously. I was so warm and something soft was in my hand. I squeezed it and heard a delectable moan. The smell, it was familiar. It was….

“Mine.” I mumbled and started grinding myself against whatever was rubbing over my burgeoning erection.

I squeezed the thing in my hand again. It was soft and round with a firm little tip that peeked through my fingers. I squeezed it between them each time I grasped the soft flesh. My fingers started to explore it. Such a familiar feeling.

My other hand slid down. I needed more pressure. Silky skin led to soft hair and a familiar dampness. I stroked over it before pressing my fingers into the hot wetness. There was something firm in the folds of the heated area. Gently, I rubbed around it while pushing with my palm.

This feeling, Goddess, I hadn’t felt it in years. s*x. How had I become a sexless being? This was the best feeling in the world. Hot skin, sweaty bodies, silken folds, soft moans. It was a treat for the senses.

“Oh, Goddess, wake up.”

A dream, the best dream. I never wanted to wake up. The scent, Sunny. In this dream, I could have the woman I wanted. Do all the things I wanted to do to her, with her. Stay in this dream and have the life I wanted. With my Sunny.

I kissed the skin in front of me and ground myself into the sweet mound of her ass, while my finger circled her tender button, and my other hand caressed her supple breast.

She moaned again, it was the best thing I’d ever heard. A perfect accompaniment to her panting breaths and the feeling of my skin sliding against hers. I dipped my finger down to gather some of her wetness to smooth my motions as I worked to tease her body into a sweet release. I could feel myself getting closer, urged on by the sounds she was making.

“I swear to the goddess, Vaughn, if you c*m on my back I’m going to kick your ass.” Sunny growled.

That made me freeze. She was right. I didn’t want to c*m on her back. It had been so long, but I didn’t want to waste this dream on some scuzzy cumshot.

The hand, which had been groping her chest, took over for the hand between her legs. I grabbed her leg and hooked it over mine. I worked to maneuver myself to her entrance. All the while, I kissed and nibbled her skin.

It felt so real, tasted so real. I moved my finger down, finding my goal so I could guide myself in. I spread her and felt my tip connect with her sweet hole. A shuddering breath escaped me as I stopped to relish this moment. The moment before I’d enter my darling Sunny. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to savor every inch, every millimeter I claimed.

“Don’t, Vaughn. Please, don’t.” She whimpered.

Her pleading tone snapped me out of it. The memories of finding Sunny frozen in the chair, stripping her to get her dry, and climbing into bed with her to warm her flooded back. This wasn’t a dream. s**t.

“Sunny, oh, Goddess. I’m sorry.” I said as I pulled away. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“I almost lost myself in it and didn’t stop you.” Sunny whispered. “Writers are pretty good with their hands.”

She chuckled nervously. I wasn’t touching her anymore. I never wanted to force her.

“As much as I’d like to flirt and banter with you, I need to make sure you’re alright. Sit up, I have some water. You’re all sweaty. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” I told her, sitting up and grabbing the glass of water off the nightstand.

Sunny sat up and I gave her the glass. She drank it all down quickly. I watched as a few droplets of water escaped the edge of the glass and dripped onto her bare breasts.

When she was done, I put the glass back. Sunny pulled the blanket up to cover her chest. The dim light in the room was enough to make out a lot. I quietly thanked the goddess for that blessing, or I wouldn’t have gotten to see the fall of the water, or the way the droplets of water raced down the curve of her breast. It was art.

I checked the alarm clock on the nightstand as I put the glass back. It was about two in the morning. Still a lot of night to go.

“Do you want to get some more sleep? Do you need to eat?” I asked.

“Um, no… not hungry.” Sunny answered.

“I’ll grab a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch. I promise I won’t molest you again…. Not unless you ask nicely.” I joked.

“Did you get my bag too? I set it under the chair I was in.” She asked.

“No. I just saw you there, covered in snow and turning blue. All I could think of was getting you somewhere safe and warm. I’ll go grab it.”

“Like that?”

“If I don’t put clothes on, I don’t have to take wet clothes off. It’ll only take a minute if I go out the backdoor. Plus, it’ll help me cool down.” I chuckled.

I got out of bed and headed to the backdoor. The snow was much thicker than it had been three hours ago. I opened the door and stepped out. Almost a foot of snow.

Quickly, I went to the chair and tipped it over, finding the bag in decent condition for having been out in the snow for several hours. I grabbed Sunny’s bag and brought it in with me.

After closing and locking the backdoor, I went to the laundry room and moved the clothes to the dryer, before getting a towel and drying off my feet and legs. The cold air had certainly helped to chill me the f**k out. The part of me that was regretting taking it slow was at war with the part of me that knew it was a total violation to take Sunny without her consent.

Stupid, Vaughn. If she accepts my offer, I’ll have the rest of my life to experience her. If I f**k it up, I’ll only have that one time and Queen Bellamy will probably punish me.

I took the bag with me to the bedroom and set it in the chair. It seemed pretty wet, but it wasn’t dripping. I hoped she didn’t have anything important in there. Sunny had turned on the bedside lamp.

“Got your bag. I put your clothes from earlier in the dryer. Your bag was mostly protected from the snow by the chair, but you might want to check your things.” I told her, moving away from the bag.

“Promise you’re not going to get excited if I get out of this bed without clothes on?” Sunny asked.

“I will absolutely get excited if you get out of my bed completely naked, but I’ll control myself.” I replied.

Sunny rolled her eyes and laughed. I was glad she wasn’t holding a grudge about that. Other women probably wouldn’t be as forgiving, and they would be completely within their rights to hate me forever.

She climbed out of the bed and all of the chilling I’d done out in the snow went completely out the window. My erection sprang back to life. It was almost comical.

I grimaced. “Ignore that.”

“That’s one hell of a compliment and you want me to ignore it?” She chuckled.

Taking a couple steps forward, I leaned down to her ear. “Sunny, do you want me to make love to you? Do you want me to bend you over that chair, push into you, and take you roughly from behind? Do you want me to make you scream and pray to the goddess as I make you c*m so hard you forget your own name?”

She made a squeaking sound and shook her head. I sniffed her hair and down to the curve of her neck, grazing it with my lips. Even though she could see it, Sunny didn’t seem to understand what she did to me. I wasn’t an aggressive man, unless I was protecting my territory. Something made me want to possess her.

“Then, I don’t suggest teasing me while I’m hard and we’re both naked. I can only control myself so much. This tension is going to make the next two days even more difficult.” I growled.

Sunny shivered. “Two days?”

“There’s almost a foot of snow on the ground and it’s snowing heavier than it was when I brought you inside. We usually get a couple heavy snows up here and the roads don’t get cleared as quickly as in bigger cities. I’m one of the people who gets stuck in their house for a couple days after a big snow. We can call your probation officer and Queen Bellamy in the morning to let them know the situation.” I replied and turned away from her.

“Only Queen Bellamy. I was let off probation early for good behavior and compliance. I still have a month of working for the collective for next to nothing to finish paying my fines and court fees.”

“I’m going to put something on. Check your stuff to make sure it’s not damaged. If your clothes are wet, we can get them in the dryer in the morning. If you want something to sleep in, I can get you one of my shirts.” I told her.

Though I hated wearing clothes around the house, I did have sweatpants, shorts, and running tights that were more comfortable than jeans or slacks and would do in a pinch. I heard the zipper on the bag as I opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of forest green sweatpants. I slipped them on without underwear. I only wore underwear when I had to dress up.

“Thank the goddess. This bag was supposed to be waterproof and I packed my art pad and laptop in it. They’re dry and so are my clothes. I was so worried. Thank you for going to get them, Vaughn.” Sunny said.

“No problem at all. I love you, Sunny. I’m going to go put away the groceries I left behind, then I’ll sleep on the couch. Bathroom is right across the hall, when you need it. I’ll make you breakfast when I get up.”

I walked past her and out to the kitchen. At least I’d have a couple days to work on persuading her to accept my offer. Had to look on the bright side.

After I got the groceries put away, I grabbed a couple blankets from the linen closet. I moved the coffee table and took the cushions off the couch. My house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Right now, the master bedroom was used for my gym equipment and the other was used as my office. I didn’t need a lot of room, so the larger of the two small bedrooms was where I slept.

The foldout couch was the way I decided I’d get a guest room, for the rare occasion I had guests. Though, when my parents visited, I had them sleep in my bed and I took the couch. I needed to stop giving my bed up to guests.

Once the foldout was ready, I climbed on and pulled my blanket up to my chin. It wasn’t terribly comfortable, but it was better than a regular couch, or the floor. The next time I saw Sunny, she’d have clothes on and I wouldn’t be tempted to do things to her. Everything would be clearer after some sleep.