“Y…you want us to g…go to the bunker I grew up in? I can’t go back there.” I stammered out as a tidal wave of melancholy, wound with a healthy dose of apprehension, slammed into me full force. Gage didn’t recoil from my panic as I’d anticipated. Instead, he reeled me into the circle of his arms, soothing my frayed nerves and assuring me I wouldn’t have to go anywhere near the fallout shelter. It took a while for me to regain my equilibrium, but Gage’s presence, and the comfort I received from the necklaces I wore around my neck, aided me in coming back to the present. Once I was feeling better, Gage looked down, guiding my face up from where I was resting against his chest to lock his hazel orbs with my own chestnut-brown ones, saying, “I’m sorry, honey. I should’ve been clearer. I will go there to replenish our supplies before we head east, and I want to take a look at your dad’s truck if that’s alright with you. There isn’t much left to the west before we reach the ocean, and the
“Gage!” I shouted, sprinting straight into his arms the second he came into view. He enveloped me protectively, holding me tight against his body as the moment extended. Then, without releasing me fully, he leaned back slightly, saying, “Hey, honey. I’m happy to see you missed me too. It looked like you had some company while I was gone though.” Flying high with Gage’s return, I found it difficult to let go of him entirely, electing to keep one of his large hands in mine as I directed us towards where I’d dropped my daggers. He released his bulging pack on the ground, devoting his full attention to me. “Yeah, you could say that I suppose. The black wolf visited me a few times, but it’s not like we hung out or anything. It was almost like he was checking up on me.” I finished in a thoughtful tone, beginning to comprehend how strange the wolf’s presence here had been. Expanding, I put a pin in my current train of thought, showing Gage the weapons and telling him how the wolf had also
The initial soreness faded, and I hardly remembered it as Gage continued pounding into me with abandon, my legs quivering with my impending orgasm. I loved every aspect of his demanding nature, and I did all I could to hold onto his brawny shoulders as his thrusts grew rougher. Pressure was building low in my core, and I did my best to roll my hips against him, desperate for the friction against my needy clit. Somehow, Gage understood my intention, and he grabbed one hip securely with a grip I knew would bruise, adjusting the angle to near perfection as the head of his cock hit my G-spot on his next shove forward. Electricity crackled through me with the white-hot pleasure he elicited, and I tipped over my peak within seconds, my mouth making bizarre noises I’d never made before. Regardless, the point was, I knew I wasn’t quiet, and Gage’s own grunt of completion wasn’t exactly silent either. We had been safe here for a while now, and both of us had gotten so caught up in one anoth
The pin oaks still lined the road that was ingrained in my memory after all this time. The worn-down lane had been the last one I’d seen before the bombs fell, the one that’d led to my life changing, but it was almost unrecognizable now. The once majestic trees were blackened and dead, what was left of them, that was, and I felt numbness starting to seep in. One look at the route ahead proved we were fortunate the nature reserve hadn’t suffered any significant damage, though I supposed the whole world was a wildlife refuge now. Gage didn’t let up on the gas, gunning it to outpace the wolves on our tail, but when I craned my head around, I saw they had given up. I didn’t understand their behavior, but I wasn’t going to complain either. As he carried on driving, I let my eyes roam over the changed landscape, realizing that the town I’d been born in had been hit hard by one of the falling bombs. The devastation was heart-rending to see, tears prickling in my eyes, but Gage reached ou
Thunder rumbled angrily in the distance as the truck bumped unsteadily forward. I flinched in response; Gage being knocked off his bike by the vicious, oversized wolf flashing in my mind’s eye again as the steering wheel jerked in my talon-like hands. I forced myself to concentrate on the road ahead, my mind running rampant with trepidation as queries kept coming up. Would it be possible for Gage to survive the wreck I’d witnessed? Even if he did, would he be able to fight off the wolves in that condition? My heart wanted the answer to be yes, Gage having demonstrated his grit thus far, but my brain told me otherwise. I knew I was crying again because my vision was blurred, but I didn’t stop for fear of the shifters catching up with me. Transiently, I considered going back, trying to do something, anything to save Gage, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Gage had wanted me to escape, and I knew deep down, there wasn’t anything I could have done to save him. The downpour started
My awareness faded in and out, but I heard enough to understand that something was happening around me, picking up on the snarls and thuds of conflict that were trickling through to my addled brain as my body fought to protect itself. Throbbing radiated out from my right side, and I realized I was still laid out on the forest floor as sharp sticks stabbed at me through the thin barrier my clothing afforded. Yet, those pinpricks of hurt were nothing to the avalanche of suffering I felt as the damages that I’d sustained during the skirmish came roaring back to the surface in full force. Everything remained black initially as I failed to unstick my eyelids, but it seemed my other senses were boosted, as a result. Gradually, I came to comprehend that not much time had elapsed since I’d crumpled in place, the loud yelps I detected signaling that a brawl was ensuing in close proximity, but it didn’t appear to be lasting for much longer based on the noises tapering off. Reminding myself
The room was already illuminated by a few small lanterns, and I instantly noticed the two males who were conversing in the nude. Was that a werewolf thing? I mean damn, everywhere I looked recently I was seeing someone’s bare flesh. I averted my eyes as I slowly slid down from Silas’s back, making sure to use my left leg solely for support, but I still faltered as my head spun, a whimper slipping past my lips from the increasing pain. The black wolf held my attention as he shifted back into his human form. I tried to ground myself in the present with him as my point of focus, but then I just had another unclothed male to stare at, fire breaking out over my face with all the nakedness surrounding me. At any rate, Silas’s intense gaze pinned me in place, causing an electric current to course through me with the one glance alone. I wasn’t able to stop and ponder the implications behind the feeling for now, but I sensed there was more going on here than I was aware of. Inopportunely, i
“Shh, baby. Everything is going to be okay. We’re leaving as soon as the rain breaks.” Silas soothed, correctly assuming I’d overheard them talking as he pulled me into his arms, rubbing his face against my brilliant, red hair seemingly without thought. Although, he didn’t seem to realize I’d eavesdropped on more than just the last part of their argument. I chose to disregard the confusing dialogue for now as other more pressing matters took the forefront, not wanting to examine that line of discussion for the time being. My bare skin brushed against his still naked chest as I realized someone had stripped my outerwear off, and goosebumps popped up everywhere our flesh made contact, sparks detonating all over my body with his touch. I knew I probably shouldn’t be letting him hold me the way he was with how conflicted I was on the inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to push him away, needing every piece of relief his presence gave me. Something about being in his embrace felt right