The Last Pack

21. NOT YET

WARNING: This chapter contains s****l content. Please read at your own discretion.

Conri pulled her hips back until the back of her thighs were on top of her calves. Manoeuvring her slightly, he took hold of her ankles and created a distance wide enough for him to kneel between. Fidella’s core throbbed in anticipation while Conri was captivated by how beautifully open she bared everything in front of him, just for him. Reaching through her thighs, he took her hand, placing it on her own s*x, guiding her to how he had touched her before. No words were needed as Fidella followed his guided tour of her slit, surprised by the reactions she gave herself.

Fixated on his Luna’s movements, Conri was mesmerised by how her pretty pink vulva opened and closed as she entered and removed her fingers, as if it was trying to suck them back in each time. Her thumb relentlessly brushed her nub and before his eyes he could see it engorge and drip in response.

“Make her ours!” Einar growled, struggling not to pounce on his beautiful mate.

The interruption annoyed Conri, and even though he knew it was selfish to want her all to himself, he blocked Einar from his mind. If Conri had more discipline when it came to Fidella, he would have watched her reach her end, but the sight was too enticing to simply be an observer. Pulling her shoulders closer to the front of her knees, her p***y rotated towards the ceiling, presenting its self like a seductive feast. Sliding his tongue between her wet walls, he hummed in appreciation of her taste, sucking on her swollen sensitive hood and smirking as her legs quivered with the sensation. Strengthening his tongue, he pushed it down into her tight tunnel, darting it back and forth with a merciless onslaught towards orgasmic release. He was even more delighted when she started thrusting herself on to his elongated tongue, rocking towards her own end. Suddenly, she reached between her legs and gripped his throbbing member, pumping him as she reached her own bliss. As she clenched in response to her outflow of thick juices that Conri continued to slurp, she inadvertently tightened her grip, resulting in Conri ejecting ribbons of white pearlescent spunk over every crevice of her quim. Finally, cooling off and ending her heat, they both collapsed on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Conri?”

“Yes, beautiful.”

“Why didn’t we become one? Don’t you want to?” Fidella asked.

“Not yet,” he replied.

Fidella went quiet, a little upset that Conri was unsure about fully mating her, however he read her unuttered response and comfortingly stroked her back.

“Our whole lives we have had little choice, and when it comes to you and me, I don’t ever want to make a decision because I was forced to, or influenced by an external event. I don’t want the desire of the heat to have a factor in the way I make love to you. It will be a choice we both make without the persuasion of anyone or anything,” he clarified.

“I love you, Fidella,” he pronounced.

“I love you, Conri,” She uttered.

They indulged in a deep lingering kiss, both of them were overwhelmingly serene, locked in their own world where nobody could hurt them. The illusion of security was, of course, a fantasy but the lovers allowed themselves to indulge in it while they could. Conri went to the door and brought in the tray of food that Titan and Iselda had diligently prepared for them each day. Pulling the linen fabric covering to reveal their meal, their eyes widened with the plethora of delights before them. It seemed that their friends had wanted to help them celebrate their last night of illusion. Conri pulled out: olives, cured meat, orange slices, warm bread with butter and dates. These were all foods from the Dominus stores, which made Fidella think that Titan had procured these delicacies. Conri pulled off some of the meat and bread and fed Fidella from his own hand, allowing her to have the first bite. Once their bellies were full, they lay back on the bed and Fidella placed her cheek on Conri’s chest, and he soothed his mate by running his fingers through her beautiful hair.

“Conri, were you born here?” Fidella interrupted the silence.

“The matriarch tells me that I arrived here when I was a year old, but my mother had given birth to me in a cage when she was captured. She died on the journey route. I don’t think the slavers took care of her after my birth. The matriarch took care of me when I was a boy and it was the Dominus who bought me. He was told I was an alpha, so I would be strong. I would always sneak out of the kitchen and copy the gladiators. When I was six they started training me,” he told her.

“That is hardly any childhood at all,” Fidella muttered. Conri made no comment.

“When we escape we will need a bigger force for when the legions come after us. I’ve been thinking we should set up a camp and then rescue different Houses, so we will have a bigger force and also rescue all the children. We would have to do small attacks to get people out,” Fidella put forward the ideas she had been considering for a while.

“I think that’s a good idea. We want to be like the wolves in the stories, and hopefully, we will find your brother on our journey. I’ve also been thinking about the scrolls in the Dominus’ office. You can read them and it will tell us where certain members are and where we can gather the biggest force, we will need a plan to steal them though,” Conri mused, getting caught up in his planning.

“Leave the scrolls to me, I will find a way to read them,” Fidella smirked.

Conri rolled to his side with Fidella’s body in front of his, he nuzzled into the crease of her neck memorising her sweet scent. His arm went under the pillow that she had her head resting on and he could feel a cool, smooth block. Pulling it from its hiding place, she saw the cottage that he had made her. He was joyous to know that she kept it so close to her. He placed it in front of her and she picked it up and smiled.

“I sleep with it in my hand every night,” She confessed. “Conri, will you tell me the story of our future? I tell stories of our past every night, but tell me a tale that is ours.”

Conri closed his eyes a moment to picture it. He then took a deep breath and painted his vision into her imagination.

“We will live near a stream in an unspoiled part of the forest. I’ll build us a wooden cottage and every day I’ll bring us firewood so that neither of us will ever feel the bite of coldness. We will have a little garden where we will grow vegetables and Einar will hunt and bring back the finest meats. We will be the king and queen of our modest territory. Our pack members will be dotted around the land and we will have a shrine to Selene, and a school where you will teach the pups to read. You would decide to bake bread for the whole pack and would drop it off at the houses and I would come with you just delighted to be in your company. We would enjoy all the Moon festivals that you told us about and make sure never to miss one celebration, and I would dance with you in my arms. You’d stay awake until your belly hurt from laughter and your feet ached from joy. You’d laugh all the time, and each time I’d find it just as breathtaking as the last time. Each night, I’d make love to you and hold you to my body like I am now, each morning I’d wake up and praise the Goddess for allowing me to worship you.” Conri looked at her face and saw her chin tremor as she tried to hold in her tears.

“That sounds perfect, I’ll think it into being,” She told him.

She turned so that her face was against his chest and peppered him with kisses where his heart would be, even as she was drifting away she kissed him each time her body tried to cling to consciousness. Conri knew she was trying to keep awake to make their time together last longer, to keep reality out of the door for a moment longer, but she needed to rest. The next day she would have to face the wrath of the Heatons.