Witch And The Wolf

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Amelia

“I thought I might find you here.” Damien stepped through the door into my bedroom. I hadn’t heard him come in, but I smiled at the sound of his voice. Six months had passed since Bailey had started living in the pack house. I liked having another woman in the house and she was so fun to talk to, but she was very interested in my magic, which made it hard to focus. I had started teleporting to my house regularly to have some quiet time to work on my craft. Some days I just enjoyed drinking tea on my own while thumbing through my books. Damien would usually at some point turn up and spend time with me.

“I love having her I just miss my study. Like, having it to myself.” I explained, battling inner guilt.

“We could send her away from the pack house. Put her into one of the other houses on the territory.” He suggested, leaning against the door frame.

“No. I cannot do that to her. It isn’t fair. She doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I told her I would take care of her.” I sighed, closing my book. He stepped into the room and held out his hand, helping me to my feet. He pulled me into his chest, his arms holding me tight to him. I smiled as I settled into his warmth, comfort filling me. “Okay, I want to take you somewhere.” He said, his voice echoing through his chest. “Can you teleport us to the front of the house?” I nodded, stepping back from him to do so. “Bring some of your spell casting items.” He said, and I began to pack a small bag. Slinging the full bag over my shoulder, I opened up the portal and we stepped through hand in hand, arriving at the front of the pack house like he had asked. The night air was cool, and a full moon lit up the entire area. He stepped to a nearby tree, and stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile at the base of the tree.

“Once I have shifted, you can climb onto my back, and then we will run. Okay?” I nodded and watched in amazement as he shifted into his wolf. His eyes changed from grey to bright blue, and his black fur was beautiful, as he stood proudly. I stepped closer and he lowered himself, giving me room to climb onto his back. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he took off into the woods. The wind on my skin felt incredible as he ran through trees and brush, dodging obstacles with ease. I closed my eyes, taking in the night air. I loved the way it felt. It was freeing.

After a bit of running, he began to slow down, and soon we came to a clearing, the moonlight shimmering on the surface. He stopped and lowered, letting me slip off of his back. He sat beside me, his fur shining in the moonlight. I stepped to the lake, slipping off my shoes so I could put a toe into the water, feeling the cold of it. Out of no where I felt a shove from behind and gasped as I fell into the water. Coming to the surface I looked at the edge where I had been only to see a clearly hysterical giant black wolf rolling around in enjoyment in the grass.

“You absolute d**k!” I shouted, spitting out lake water. I began moving to the shore when he bolted into the water to join me, splashing me on the way in. I placed my hands on his back pushing down in an effort to return his antics, but he was too strong and pushed me back, knocking me back under the water. I came up sputtering to find he had shifted back to his human form, laughing hysterically as he reached out, pulling me to him. “My clothes are absolutely soaked!” I shouted swatting at him. Smiling wickedly, he found my shirt hem under the water and began pulling it off me. “I can fix it” He said as he tossed the soaking shirt over to the shore. Fumbling with my jeans in the water, he finally managed to get them off and threw them onto the shore next to my shirt. “I have a question to ask.” He murmured as he pulled me closer and began unhooking my bra, tossing it to the clothing pile as well. “Oliver wants to spend some time with you.” I looked at him curiously, nodding in agreement. I had met Oliver a handful of times, but Damien kept him back most of the time, preferring to keep me to himself. Since the battle with the rogues and Bailey moving into the pack house, he hadn’t shifted around me in a while. I watched as his eyes changed from grey to silver. “Hello gorgeous” he said, smiling as his hands found my panties in the water and ripped them apart, letting them fall away under the surface of the water. His mouth crashed into mine, kissing me hard as his tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine. A moan escaped me, and my hands went to his chest, sliding along the muscles to his shoulders, and locking around his neck. He broke his kiss and began kissing me along my neck, his hands sliding down to my waist, and lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His hard c**k pressed against me, and I instinctively began grinding my hips against him as he peppered kisses along my collar bone. He moved to the shore of the lake, carrying me out of the water, and lay me down on the grass, breaking the grip my legs had on his waist. Parting my knees as he settled between them, slowly pressing kisses down my chest. A sharp inhale took me by surprise when his mouth found my n****e, sucking it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. His other hand grabbing my free breast and pinching the n****e while his teeth closed gently, pulling the n****e, and I squirmed with the mix of pleasure and discomfort. He let my n****e go and continued his trail of kisses along to my thighs, kissing the inside of each, my body tingling. He lowers his head, gently probing with his tongue until it swept across my tight bundle of nerves, a shock of pleasure rolling through my spine. My hips bucked and he wrapped his arms around them, steading me as he continues swirling his tongue and my breathing became a pant, moans rolling from my throat. He slid his tongue up and down my slit, dipping into my weeping hole and spreading my own juices to that sensitive button, my own need taking over my mind. I struggled against him, wanting to control the movements with my hips, but his grip was secure. I reached down wrapping my hands in his hair as I felt my orgasm growing closer, his tongue moving faster, down, in, out, up, circle my clit, down again. I cried as I exploded, juices pumping out of me, while I was panting. He took his mouth from me, and moved back to my breasts, taking the opposite one from before into his mouth and teasing my n****e again, while his fingers slid down, teasing my tender clit and making my body jerk, while he slid his fingers along my slit until finding my opening and sliding one inside. Stroking me slowly, sensations flooding my body. He slid in a second finger, picking up his pace slightly, and I began rocking my hips. I cried out when a third finger slid inside, and his rhythm began to quicken, torturing me as my moans became louder. Suddenly he withdrew and let me n****e drop from his mouth, a protest coming from my mouth. He smiled wickedly at me, settling his hips between my knees, and bracing his arms on both sides of my body, he began rubbing his massive, hard c**k along my slit, teasing my entrance, but not pushing into me just yet.

“Please…I want you….please” I panted, making him slow down. Torturing me, as he slid along, brushing my swollen bud slowly, causing me to moan out, and then sliding it along my folds, drenching himself in my wetness, until he was pressed at my entrance. Here he paused, and wrapped a hand around my throat, his eyes boring into mine.

“Please what?” He demanded.

“f**k me.” I begged; my own voice foreign to me. His eyes darkened as he slipped into my slowly, and withdrew just to the tip, pushing into me again. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, grinding my hips against his, hoping to speed his pace, but he kept move slowly, in and out, prolonging the torture. I rocked against his slow thrusts, desire and need mixing inside of pressure building to an unbearable point. I needed to find my climax, to let it all out. He began to thrust faster, and I moaned in relief, ready for him to give me release. As his sped continued building, my moans got louder, filling the night air. His hand remained locked around my throat and his eyes never left mine. I wanted to close my eyes, to give into the pleasure, but something in his gaze warned me not to. His thrusts became intense, skin slapping with every pump in, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge.

“You going to c*m for me?” He asked huskily. His pace never letting up. “Yes” I moaned, my back arching as my hips ground against him with every thrust. His grip on my throat tightened as I felt myself climax, a loud scream tearing its way out of my throat. Panting loudly, I felt his pace slow as he withdrew from me. I waited for him to lay next to me and pull me into his arms. I watched as he slipped his hand from my throat, and knelt back, staring at my body.

“Goddess you’re beautiful” he murmured, pulling me to a seated position next to him. “Now, I need you to promise me something. “I looked at him perplexed as he lifted my hands to brush my fingers with his lips. “This next one, you do not c*m until I tell you to.” He stated matter of fact.

“N.. Next one?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly while my heart rate was still recovering from this one. He nodded, then pulled me up to my knees, his lips kissing me gently. He pushed me to his side, putting me onto my knees, and before I could respond he had moved behind me, and before I could say anything he slammed his hard c**k into me. This time the slow torture was gone, replaced by an intensity I have never experienced. He rammed into my p***y hard and fast, over and over. His hand reached to the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulled it, forcing my head back, and leaning down to kiss my neck, which he continued f*****g me. I struggle as my own need took over, pushing my ass against him as he pumped into me hard, and the sound of skin slapping was only rivaled by the mix of our moans and groans, as sparks shot through my entire body. Every thrust brought me closer, and I felt a climax beginning to build.

“Don’t you dare cum.” He growled, his alpha voice giving the command. I squirmed against him, wanting to feel my release, but he kept pounding, while denying me my own finish. He let go of my hair, and wrapping a hand around my waist, pulled my back up against his chest, never slowing his pace.

“Do you want me to finish you?” He asked, pounding hard and fast.

“Yes..please”I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know if you’ve earned it little witch” He teased, nibbling on my ear. Keeping one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, his other slipped between my legs and found my swollen clit, rubbing in circles that were slow, countering the speed with which he thrust into me. His c**k felt huge as my walls tightened around him.

“Please…”I sobbed, my body feeling like it was going to burst into flames. “Please what?” He demanded against my ear, speeding up his assault on my clit. I dug my fingers into the arm on my waist and tried to pry his other hand away from my nub, but the way he held onto me I couldn’t, and his strength was too much. “Please, let me…please alpha.” I sobbed, losing all sense of control. He added a second finger to the one circling my clit, my hips grinding in response.

“Okay…. c*m for me” he commanded, my head falling back against his shoulder as a scream ripped through me, my body giving into the pleasure. His hips slamming into me wildly, he removed his hand from my center, and let my body go, pushing me onto all fours. He held onto my hips and thrust into me a few more times, groaning out his own climax, as he pumped his seed into me, before withdrawing and collapsing next me. I lowered myself flat, letting my knees have a rest, and tried to regain control of my own breathing.

“Okay?” He asked after a few minutes, reaching out to brush my hair from my face. I rolled over to him, propping myself up and looking at his face.

“I love you Damien” I smiled as he pulled me for a kiss and then wrapped me into his arms, as we fell asleep under the moon.

Damien

Sleeping with my mate under the night sky could not feel more perfect. I held her, listening to her breathing, the scent of her intoxicating me.

“She loves us” Oliver mumbled, our own exhaustion taking hold. I tucked her tighter to me, closing my eyes to drift off.

Morning came too soon, the sun pulling me from sleep far too soon. I opened my eyes, stretching to find Amelia wasn’t with me. I sat up looking around and spotted her near the lake dressed and braiding her hair, using her reflection in the water to see herself.

“Morning beautiful” I mumbled as I moved to her side, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. Smiling, she leaned into me, finishing her braid securing it with an elastic. “ I have to go to my house and grab a few things, and then I have to meet with Archie to discuss a project I am working on.”

“Project?” I asked, raising my eyebrow quizzically.

“Yes. A personal project.” She answered, smiling as she pecked my lips with a kiss, and stood up, slipping her bag strap over her head. “Ill go with you.” I offered standing up.

“No, you should enjoy the sun. Besides, it’s a secret project, for now. I love you.” She said, opening a portal to her house and stepping through. Laughing to myself, I decided to go on a run. “Oliver you up for a little lazy day?” I asked, shifting to my wolf and letting him take control. We ran through the trees, ducking under low branches, skipping around brush, and taking in the smells of the woods. Looping back towards the lake, I stepped out of the tree line, taking a moment to catch my breath. I shifted to my human form, laying out in the sun, soaking in the warmth. As I lay there lounging, I got the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. Sitting up and scanning the tree line, nothing stood out to me. Listening for any sound that might indicate someone was there, I was interrupted by a mind link from Archie.

“Theres a problem at the pack house. We need you.” I stood up getting ready to shift to my wolf to run to the house, when a portal opened near me, Amelia holding it open for me, Archie standing behind her holding bandages against a bleeding Marcus.