Not here

Elaina

Finally, we arrive at the parking lot, Anna is waiting as patiently as ever. It’s still early, and we’re the only people there, thank goodness. We step into the back, look at each other, our bodies trembling with an identical need.

“Not here. Let’s go home,” he says.

I grin, knowing what he means. This is home. But so is the crumbling old parking lot with the river running alongside it. He rummages in a cupboard, finds a T-shirt and shorts and pulls them on, while I slip into my T-shirt, my panties, reach for my jeans.

But he stops me. “That’s enough,” he growls.

He wants me to sit in the passenger seat in just my panties? Okay then.

“What about your bike?” I ask as we take our seats. “Don’t you want to ride it back?”

“I’ll pick it up later.” He gives me another burning look. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight right now.”

A shiver of delight goes through me.

I’m his. I’m really his, I keep telling myself.

THE RAIN HAS CLEARED NOW and the morning sunshine is brilliant as we drive back to Perdue Town. Edwards asks me about the last couple of days. Where I learned to drive a bus. I sense he’s keeping the conversation light. There’s a lot to talk about, but now is not the time.

Now is the time to satisfy our burning need for each other.

As he drives, his big hand rests on my thigh. Affectionate at first, then riding higher, higher.

“Spread those sweet thighs for me,” he murmurs.

I comply eagerly, and his hand slides up, up until he’s cupping my pussy through my panties. As he strokes the flimsy fabric with light fingertips, I moan in anticipation.

A little growl escapes his throat. “Tell me what you want, honey,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you right here,” I manage to say.

“Then move those panties out of the way.”

I do as he says, yanking the fabric aside, exposing myself for him. He drags his eyes away from the road and takes me in. “So pretty, baby. So perfect,” he says.

He presses his hand against my bare pussy. I’m drenched, and his touch on my aching clit is electric. He’s a master at teasing me. He spreads my labia, caresses me with featherlight strokes, presses a fingertip just at my entrance before pulling away again. I close my eyes, tip my head back and give in to the sighs and moans spilling from my lips.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he croons. “Does my baby want my cock?”

“Yes,” I say, because it’s all I can think about right now. That big, thick cock of his, filling me up. “I want you to take my virginity,” I say. I hear his breath catching, and it’s the sexiest thing I can imagine.

“Yes, that’s right little wolf. I’m going to take your virginity. Make you mine,” he says. When I open my eyes, I see his cock has tented his pants, and there’s a damp spot from his pre-cum. If we’re not home in minutes, I’m gonna make him pull over on the side of the road and I’ll jump right in his lap.

Several long, agonizing minutes pass. He keeps touching me, driving my arousal, pushing me to the point where I spasm around his fingertip, then drawing back. Playing my body like I’m he’s a virtuoso and I’m a violin.

Finally, the river appears, a streak of pure gold on the right-hand side of the road, then the parking lot. Our little piece of paradise.

As he pulls into the usual spot beside the motorcycle trailer, my heart hammers in my chest. The tension in the air is thick. Finally, this moment I’ve longed for, for days is here.

There’s something different in his eyes now, something wild and unfettered, and I know he won’t hold back this time. My heart thrills with it.

He jumps out of the bus. “Wait right there,” he says, and disappears into the interior.

He’s gone for a few minutes, and I force myself not to turn my head and see what he’s up to.

At last, he’s back. He opens my door and catches me up in his arms.

Then he carries me into the back of the bus.

All the mess my wolf created has been swept away, and somehow a whole double bed has been pulled out from the wall, filling the entire floor space. There’s a comforter, two pillows. All downy white and virginal.

Edwards lays me down gently and he climbs on top of me, his powerful body curving around me.

My heart beats hard. “You’ll be my first,” I say.

“And you, mine,” he growls in my ear.

He runs his hand over the curve of my belly. But when he reaches beneath the waistband of my panties, I stop him.

“I’m ready for you,” I tell him. “I just want your cock. Nothing else.”

“Are you sure, little virgin?”

“Very.” I sit up and strip off my T-shirt and my panties. Then, while I hold his burning gaze, I spread my legs for him.

A raw sound of need escapes his throat. He tears off his own clothes, and his cock springs out, bigger than ever.

The world stops moving as he presses his cock to my dripping wet entrance. “I’m yours, you’re mine.” His voice is low, vibrating, close to my ear. “Your first, your last. Your mate, who will always protect you, put you first.”

It’s like an incantation, wrapping me up in dizzying tendrils of need, longing, love.

And the burn as he pushes through my maidenhead feels like nothing compared to the rush of pleasure that follows it. Tears spring to my eyes, and he kisses them away.

I cling to him tight, overwhelmed by the tingles running through me. Little spasms growing into earth-shattering tremors.

“It didn’t really hurt,” I manage to say.

He laughs tenderly. “Of course not.” He strokes my face. “I told you it would be nothing like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry—” I give a little gasp as more of him enters me.

“Easy, honey,” he growls. “No rush.”

He goes slow, caring for me, as his huge cock takes my virginity. I feel his muscles trembling, sense him holding back with everything he’s got.

My thighs are tense, but suddenly I let go, and he pushes all the way into me, with a deep, vibrating growl.

I give a wild cry as he fills me all the way up. My pussy throbs, burns as I yield to his massive girth. Forcing me wide open. It hurts, but it hurts so good.

I cling to his back, dig my nails in, and he gives a groan of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he grits out. “So tight. Barely any room for my cock.”

He works himself in and out of me, gliding on my wetness.

I feel my insides gripping him tight, spasming at the blissful friction that goes on and on.

He pushes my knees up and watches himself sliding in and out of me. He’s poised over me, big muscles bunched, eyes full of desire and love mingled together. It’s too much. Too much. That sweet, intense, welling sensation comes over me again. Every part of me burns for release.

“Edwards, I—” I pant.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby, come around my cock for the first time,” he growls. “I want to feel your virgin pussy milking me.”

He goes a little faster, harder, and it hits me right there. I’m falling, falling, stars swirling all the way through me, and then I explode around him, his cock buried deep inside me.

I think I scream, wail. Perhaps my animal unleashes a growl, too. And when I open my eyes again, panting for breath, Edwards’s burning eyes are staring down at me, watching it all happen.

I laugh a little, embarrassed, but he kisses me, growls, “Edwardstiful,” in my ear.

And then he’s flipping me, and I’m facedown.

Oh, this is different. Up on my hands and knees. I feel shy like this, and I cringe a little as he runs his hands all over me.

Then, with a growl of desire, his cock slides into me again.

And I forget everything else.

I sense him unleashing himself. He’s rougher, thrusting himself deeper into me with every stroke. His hips pound against my ass. It’s fierce, wild and I can’t get enough of it.

Harder, faster. I bury my face in my hands, aware of nothing but the relentless rhythm of his cock, setting my insides on fire. Tipping me into one orgasm after another.

When I’m helpless, and can’t take anymore, he lifts me up, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I feel his teeth grazing the back of my neck.

“I’m going to give you my mark,” he growls.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want it, Edwards. Give it to me.”

He’s giving me his claiming mark.

The thought blooms in my mind, flows through my body. I close my eyes, feeling my wolf rising to the surface, bonding with his.

His teeth fix on to the nape of my neck, and he fucks me harder, harder. Then with a roar, he comes, deep inside me. I feel his seed filling me up while my skin throbs from his mark.

I’m his, forever.

      

I PEER through the window of the bus. We’ve been talking and napping and snuggling all afternoon. The sun has dropped to the horizon, and the sky is shot through with pink and orange. The river lies in the shadows now, but energy snaps in its darkly sparkling water.

“Will you come to the river with me?” I ask Edwards. “There’s something I want to do.”

He’s sprawled out on his back beside me, and there’s a softness in his features. A new look of contentment.

He runs a finger up and down the small of my back. “Sure, honey,” he says, with no hesitation.

A couple of minutes later, we’re creeping across along the riverbank, butt-naked. Kind of risky, I guess, but it’s always quiet here.

He dives into the water, slick as a fish, and waits for me. I splash in, less elegantly, but he catches me in his arms. The water is cool and silky. I look up and down the river. There’s no one here but us. It feels like there’s no one in the whole world.

Edwards looks at me expectantly, curiosity twitching in his lips. “What are we doing here, darlin’?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. Then I lift up my legs and wrap them around his waist. It’s easy like this, with the water buoying me up. I kiss him, long and deep, tangling my hands in his hair, stroking his beard. When a groan bursts from his throat, I know it’s time.

I reach down. His cock is as hard as I hoped. “This.” Keeping hold of it, I maneuver myself, and when it touches my entrance, I slide it into me.

“Oh, god,” he groans, and he pushes himself inside me. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

I was sore after he took my virginity, but the river’s washed it away, and I feel brand new as his cock fills me up again.

“Reborn,” I mutter. “You gave me a new life when you dragged me out of the river that day.”

Edwards’s eyes are dazzling blue, his teeth flashing as he grins at me. “I think you’re right, honey. We both got reborn here.”

He holds me tight as he rocks into me, the water twinkling and chattering all around, and we both come at the same time. Me and my fierce, river god mate.