That aggressive nature found its way into a heated encounter there on the shore, with him taking her like the animal he knew he was. It was all he could do to not lose himself and bite her. The urge was stronger than ever before, and it scared the crap out of him. This he had to unpack before he went too far.
“What time is it?” He’d knotted inside her again and she tried desperately not to say she knew what that meant. Melody prayed her birth control would work because him taking her like this was bliss incarnate.
“Four thirty-four. Why?” She couldn’t tell him. Gods, she should have taken a scent blocker half an hour ago.
“It’s nothing. I’ll be back in a moment.” She grabbed her daypack and moved into the tree line. Crap, she was screwed if he scented her fox and with all the sex, she was sure her fox would fly her colours from here to North Bay if it weren’t for the pills. She popped another pill and tried to hang out while it took effect. This was a mess she could have avoided.
She heard him shout, calling out to see if she was okay. Melody called back to keep him relaxed and not worrying. If only her one wish was granted without the risks, she’d not regret anything. Not she’d honour this beautiful time no matter the consequences. She’d be proud that she went for what she wanted and got the time of her life.
She returned hoping it was long enough, having sprayed her perfume over her. “You had me worried. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just picky where I go. If you know what I mean.”
The day went on. Relaxing in each other’s arms, exploring nature together, both in their element. Melody loved this spot with its beach and rocky outcropping. The trees and flowers granting shade and comfort. It felt like she believed home should like for a shifter. Something, the den would never be. A building with a courtyard in the middle with apartments rising high.
No, this is what a shifter home should look like.
They ended the day by watching the sunset from the boat. Dinner at the cottage and relaxing by the fire. The hours crept by. She remembered her next scent blocker, and everything was perfect.
“I have one room to show you, but if it makes you too uncomfortable, we’ll leave. But I want you to know me, unlike anyone else.”
Melody frowned and let him lead her down the stairs into the basement. They stopped at a closed door. “Close your eyes.” She smiled and closed her eyes. What she’d seen of the finished basement was luxury, like the rest of the house. She wasn’t expecting to find a room dedicated to the erotic art. Her gasp was audible as she looked about. This was more her speed. Melody loved to give up her control and let someone else take over. She wandered the room, admiring the quality of the place. “You’re okay with this?”
“You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?” She still wore her bikini as she laid herself over a bench. The display threw Malcolm into an aggressive need. He felt the need to dominate her as she lay there on open and on display.
“Your safe word.”
“Jewels for the queen.”
With that said, he tightened straps over her wrists and ankles. His swim trunks hit the floor as he stepped back to admire her flowing hair, bare inner thighs, and breasts threatening to escape the tiny bra top. “You’re wearing too much.” He undid the ties of her bikini to reveal the offering of her lush form. He part the stirrups of the table and stood between her naked thighs. He contemplated how easy it was to get her here and how just positioned like this she was so needy for more.
“You’re not a brat, but you need discipline, aren’t you?” Melody gasped when his hands caressed her inner thighs. “Look at this, practically begging to be filled.” With that said, he left his sight and returned with a blue dildo. “There’s no quickies remember? You can’t come until I say you can.” With that, he pushes the dildo between her folds and hit a button. The buzz hit her nervous system like a freight train. After so much sex, she was hypersensitive to touch.
He smiled as his hands were now free to explore her body. She wanted this, he could tell. He suckled her breast, leaving slight bruises behind. Using a cat of nine tails, he traced her core and lower belly.
With her nipple hardened to succulent peaks, he added light clips to them. She couldn’t lay still, and he watched her respond to him. Gods, he could see her setting into subspace already. Magnificent. Her mind going into herself. He added a blindfold to help with that. Now she could concentrate on the pleasure he would deliver. Taking his time, he watched her body as the dildo sent her need notches higher. He stroked his shaft, thinking about how she accepted everything he wanted. The fact she wanted it too. How had he not seen how perfect she was before this? He throbbed in his hand. His other hand reached out and gently pulled first one clip and the other. Later, he’d add weights. Picking up the remote for the vibration of the dildo, he changed the setting and smiled as she tried experienced the new setting.
“I want you to tell me what you’re feeling. Let me know exactly what is happening in your mind, in your body. But you aren’t allowed to come yet.” He knew he was teasing her. She was close to thrashing in place. So responsive, it turned him on, turned his crank. Malcolm stepped back and took a cock ring from the drawer and put it on. Right now, he feared he’d lose himself before he finished with her.
“I feel my thighs shaking from… from the vibrations. It’s making me twitch inside, like little shocks. I’m having problems thinking because it’s so much. After all, we’ve done it dragging me back. Making me feel, needing more! Please, I need to come.”
He turned off the dildo suddenly. “I said you would come when I said you could.” He whispered softly into her ear. He watches her face, half hidden by the blindfold, run the gambit of arousal. He smiled, no exit words. Excellent. “I guess we need to take this slower. What to do you think?”
She tried to speak; he saw her lips move and his hand gripped his shaft harder. His mind’s eye seeing those lips wrapped around him earlier. “I’m going to ask again. Should we go slower?” “As you wish it, Sir.” “Good answer.” He turned the dildo back on. This time, he changed the tempo of the vibration. Her back arched as she felt it. He’d have to do something with her soon. His hand wasn’t cutting it to soothe his desires. With a feather, he traced her body, breasts, belly, inner thighs. She was lost in her space, and he gloried in a job well done. He toyed with her, intrigued by her in every way. Now he was getting lost in his own focus. Now he had time to think. Time passed, and he stretched her desires out. Slowly wringing her of her resistance. His mind went to the things he’d thought and felt that were so different this time. Oh, each encounter was different, but this one. This one had teeth and legs. He studied her legs from every angle. Touching and
Melody returned to the sleeping Malcolm, saddened knowing that she’d have to leave. She climb back into bed with him and lay there until morning came. In the bathroom, she got ready for the day. Packed her things and tucked them back into her overnight bag. Melody found Malcolm in by the fire. It was raining outside. She stood at the windows, watching it for a long while. Her mind trying to go over where she could have lost the scent blockers. Gods, she felt like a fool. She couldn’t ask Malcolm for help to look for them. He’d ask her what they were for and, as a wolf, he’d know if she lied. Melody wandered the main room where she’d left the daypack, hoping against hope she’d find the bottle in a corner or some hidden place. But she had to be subtle about it. So she pretended to look at artwork and organize the already clean room. “Everything alright Melody?” “Just restless, I guess. Maybe it’s the rain.” “Hmm…” Melody knew that sound. He didn’t buy it.
Malcolm awoke alone. He stretched and found the place beside him was cold. Sitting up, he went still, trying to locate the sound of her moving around. But everything was silent. Worried something may have happened to her, Malcolm searched the building. Nothing. She wasn’t inside the house. He started looking outside and stopped dead in his tracks. Her car was gone, her bag too. She left without a goodbye. He checked again for a note, nothing. Malcolm stood there stunned, in disbelief. No goodbye, no reason for leaving early. He tried to call her phone, and she didn’t pick it up any time he called. Finally, he called Jordan and told him what had happened. Jordan told him she’d probably explain on Tuesday when she saw him. That maybe she had a family emergency and reminded him about the cute Ellie. She’d not wanted to talk about it. Perhaps that was the case. He still wanted to change the rule of their agreement. Now it would have to wait. He cleaned up the
Malcolm paced the cottage’s spacious living room, searching the late afternoon outside the window. He kept expecting her to drive up and come in with some surprise, but she hadn’t. Gods, where was she? There was no note. Her things were gone. His enforcers had searched for evidence of where she could have gone. All they could find was a security video of her leaving their territory. She’d been alone in the vehicle, at least. But she didn’t say anything about leaving. Had he done something wrong? He knew nothing really about her family. Could she have had a family emergency? Why wasn’t she answering her phone? He was useless at finding her, because he kept following her scent back to the bedroom they shared. Jordan called and informed him that her apartment was the wrong address, or she’d moved out. The neighbours weren’t home to ask anything else. What was going on? People don’t just walk away from their lives like this. He couldn’t stay here any longer. Every
Melody missed working in the office. She enjoyed healing well enough. But it didn’t make her happy. She felt like a fraud and a failure. No one was ever happy around her and it boggled her mind how many women came to about either, then asked how she found working outside of the den. One or two even asked how they could do it. The greatest fears were being excommunicated from the den, and the large population of wolf shifters. Melody couldn’t mention that she worked with wolf shifters. It was bad enough when her pregnancy became obvious. The Elder women of the den loved the idea of a new kit or two around the den until she wouldn’t name the father. Their tune changed to a more malicious and quiet tone. They said nothing to her face, but their words got back to her through Ellie. Ellie who now moved in with her to the old and rundown apartment. The tiny place was too small for her healing practice, to load because they surrounded apartment with public spaces, and ther
Stanley Curdle, the only person who could tell Malcolm what for in the firm, stood by the windows of his office, silently trying to pick his words for Malcolm. “Malcolm, I know it’s been hard working on the project without Melody. She would have been your perfect match. Your yin to your yang. But you need help with her gone. Your work is suffering. Please, I gave you a list of candidates, pick one. If you can tell me what happened between you and Melody. Then when we find her, we’ll try to repair the damage. You’re both too good to lose.” Stanley pointed to the files on his desk he left there for Malcolm to study before he decided. They were all good, not as good as Melody. But he could pick one blindly and they’d do the job. Malcolm heard the words perfectly together, and Stanley was correct. They had been perfect together, and that’s what kept him up at night, watching the video and remembering every detail of how perfect they were together. He’d hired Edward Toulouchi
Ellie had to make another run for the post office. To avoid too many eyes on her, she packed the trunk of her old Buick after most people were asleep and hit the road early so she could miss the elder foxes snooping on the den looking for someone to disapprove of and to avoid line ups at the post office. Today Melody and she had to make house calls to several foxes. Several kits were down with a common virus. Miserable, but they would be fine in a week. Then there were the Elder foxes, who expected to be catered to at what Ellie believed was everyone else’s inconvenience and at times detriment. But honour thy elder was firmly planted in their den in life. She then wondered if this was the case with other dens. Just like why didn’t they move to a location more friendly to fox shifters? Though Ellie had a theory on that, and Melody agreed. Once they settled, they’d search for another den and find out if Ellie’s theory was correct. She suspected the elders were desperate to hold
Jordan worked every day trying to keep his Alpha going. He wanted to find Melody and her sexy little friend for so many reasons. He could give Edward only part of what he wanted in the information he’d need to search for her. The firm opened up their records to them, but there were so many dead ends of there too. Edward was a shifter who used both modern and traditional tracking methods. When he entered her office, we met him in a peculiar situation, one neither Malcolm nor Jordan noticed before. Beyond the smell of her perfume, there was no scent of her. Somehow, she restricted her scent. Jordan entered the restaurant and was escorted to the table where Malcolm and Edward sat. “Sorry, I’m late” Jordan sat down, they ordered, and Edward started his report. “I was trying to find that information. I found it, but you aren’t going to like it.” Edward clearly didn’t want to tell Malcolm something. “Here, you can read it yourself in greater detail later.