Fox Play (25 page)

Still on my knees, I looked up at her. "I can never get enough of you, Lara."

I ran my hands up to her chest, kneading her breasts, while I fastened my mouth to her stomach, sucking at her. Then I moved down, nudging her legs apart.

She growled.

"On the bed," I said. "Sit on the bed. Let me do this. Please, Lara, I need to do this. I need your taste in my mouth."

She backed up and I crawled after her. She smiled languidly as I crawled up to her and between her legs. I fastened my mouth over her vulva and began to tease her, too impatient for real foreplay.

She growled and leaned back, granting me better access, and I used my lips to open hers, then slid my tongue into her slit. I licked, all the way up to her waiting clit.

"You taste wonderful," I told her. I fastened my mouth over her and sucked, flicking at her with my tongue the way I knew she licked. "Let me do this," I said again. "I need you, Lara."

I slipped fingers into her and then, slowly and steadily, brought her passion forth.

"I am yours," I told her as she drew close to her orgasm. "Your fox, Lara." Then I pulled her into my mouth, drawing heavily on her.

Lara didn't actually like giving me this much control, but my words helped push her over the edge. She clutched at the bed, and I felt fresh wetness as she came in a burst, gasping with her pleasure. Her entire body shuddered, and she pulled my fingers deeper inside of her with her contractions.

Afterwards, with her panting, she pulled me to her, licking her taste from the outside of my mouth, and we cuddled. Her heart was pounding, she was flushed, and I was happy.

Once she caught her breath, I expected her to need to fully dominate me. She usually did, reasserting control. Instead, she was gentle, and I asked her if something was wrong.

"I hurt you so badly the other night," she said.

"I see," I said. "Do you know what I want?"

"For me to be gentle?"

"For you to take from me everything you want."

She kissed my nose. "I like being gentle."

I sighed then dipped my chin and surprised her by wrapping my mouth around her throat.

She growled in surprise, shoved me away, and slammed me onto my back onto the bed. I lifted my chin, and her mouth was on my throat. She growled, and I whimpered submissively.

She stilled, and then she began laughing.

"Seriously?" I said. "You're laughing at me?"

"No." She sat up. "I'm laughing at myself. I am so predictable."

"Hello. Horny little fox here. Small, delicate, helpless, but scrappy fox who won't submit to a wimpy wolf but only to a true alpha wolf."

She shifted her weight, pinning me to the bed with her weight. "Oh, little fox, you will submit to me all right," she said. She bent down and kissed my jaw very delicately. "On my terms." She caressed my side. "Slow." She twirled a finger across my nipple. "Gently." She kissed my nose.

I tried to push her away. It was like trying to move a brick wall. She smiled sweetly then kissed me a chaste little kiss.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked her.

She shifted, and her leg slid between mine, spreading my legs, and then there was a delicious pressure against my clit. She rocked, slowly, and I gasped.

"Oh," I said. "Yes. That's nice, Lara."

"I know it is," she said. "Little fox."

I tried to clutch at her, but she grabbed my wrists and shoved them to the bed above her, clasping them together in one strong hand. I struggled, but she just smiled at me. "You look so hot when you struggle, little fox."

"Stop messing around, Lara."

She continued to rock against me, sliding her leg against me just a little, and it was driving me crazy.

She took her time. She never touched me with her hands, but just used her leg, pressing, releasing, and sliding, teasing me, and my body climbed towards an orgasm.

"I wonder if you can come this way," she said.

"Please, Lara. Use your hands. Please."

"Not yet," she said. "Not until I'm ready for you to come."

"I'm ready now!"

"Oh, not anywhere near ready enough," she said. And still she rocked, and still she pinned me to the bed, and still I couldn't move.

She got me close like that, talking quietly while, equally quietly, I asked her to take me properly. She got me really close, and then she stopped moving.

"What are you doing? Lara. Please, I need to come."

"I know you do, little fox. But you'll come when I say you can come."

"Finished it," I said. "Or I'll do it myself."

She chuckled. "Go ahead," she said. "I'll wait."

But she held me pinned, and I couldn't move, and my attempts to press my crotch against her leg did nothing but amuse her.

"You can't hold me like this all night," I said, opening my eyes to look at her.

"Little fox," she said. "Which of us is more stubborn?"

I closed my eyes and whimpered, and she pressed her thigh into me for a moment, sliding against me. "Yes, more, Lara. Please. I want you inside me."

"I want to hear you tell me that you are mine, little fox."

"I'm yours, Lara. Yours."

She slid her hand down my side, tickling me, and then her hand slid between us, and I felt her fingers part my lips. "Again," she said.

"Yours, Lara," I whispered.

And she slipped one finger inside of me. I gasped.

"Keep saying it, Michaela. If you stop saying it, I'll stop, and I won't start again for a long time. You know I can out stubborn you, Michaela."

"Yours, Lara," I whispered. "Yours." Over and over, and she began to move her hand, slowly, bringing me to a crest, then holding me there.

"Louder," she said. "I want our guards to hear you."

"No, Lara! Please don't embarrass me."

Her hand stilled.

"Yours! Lara! Yours!" I said in desperation, and her hand began moving.

"Louder," she said. "Or I stop. Convince me you mean it. Convince everyone you mean it, and you may come."

I was so close, and she held me right there at the edge, and then I began screaming it, over and over, and then she pushed me over. "Come now, little fox," she ordered. "Come right now!"

And I did, screaming that I was hers.

She held me as I shuddered, over and over, intense waves of pleasure driving into me. And when I grew still, and my voice was hoarse, she lay back in the bed, pulling me into her chest, and I panted, exhausted.

I drifted there, unable to think anything beyond what she'd had me screaming. And it felt so good.

I came back to myself, I'm not sure how much longer. Lara was still awake, still holding me. "I hate you," I said.

She chuckled. "No you don't. But if you say it enough, I might believe it."

"Oh Lara, I don't hate you," I said. I curled more tightly, clutching at her. "I just don't want to admit how good you make me feel."

"And how much you enjoy when I make you scream to the world."

"Be gracious, Lara. We both know. Do you have to tease me?"

She didn't say anything, and I thought she was waiting for me to say something.

"I have pride, Lara."

"I know you do."

We lay together like that, my thoughts drifting, still filled with the bliss she'd given me.

"I am yours," I said quietly.

"Yes," she said.

"Are you mine, Lara?"

"Yes, little fox. I am yours as much as you are mine."

"And no one else's!"

"No," she said. "No one else's."

I cuddled even tighter, then whimpered slightly.

"Oh honey, what is wrong?"

"I am going to miss Bayfield, Lara, but you are worth it."

She hummed softly, stroking me, and we slept.

Back to Reality

Sunday came, the day I was dreading. We'd spent over a week on Madeline Island, teaching the kids and many of the adults science they never knew existed, sailing, kayaking, hiking the woods on two feet, telling stories, growing closer, making love. But our day to return had come.

As happy as I was to be with Lara, and even knowing we would be coming back from time to time, it still made me sad. We packed most of my clothes; I had more help than I would have thought possible. I had few things of memory that were important to me, so little else from the house needed to go to Madison with us.

When there was nothing left to do, I sent everyone else out of the house, then climbed the stairs to my silly deck on the top of the house. I sat down, looking out over the town to the bay beyond, and Madeline Island past that.

Quietly, I cried.

It was Angel who found me there like that. She joined me on the deck and sat down next to me, not touching me, not trying to sooth me.

"I love it here, too," she said. "Not the house. The house is okay, but it's the town, the area, the lake that make this a home, a second home for me."

My gentle tears turned into sobs.

"You taught all that to me, Michaela. I never knew this world existed. I don't know if anyone in the pack knew this world existed. I know some of us came up here, spending a few days here at a time, but I don't know if anyone knew how magical it was here."

I turned to look at her through my tears.

"Michaela," she said. "There is no way this pack is giving up on this place. There is no way I am, or Scarlett is. And I don't think the alpha is, either. She knows you're up here, and your heart is breaking, and she doesn't look like she feels guilty. She looks determined, Michaela. I think you should give her time."

Then I opened my arms and she moved into them, and I clung to her while I cried out a few more sobs.

Finally I said, "It would be nice to believe she'll find a way I can have her and Bayfield both. But I can't cling to that thought. But knowing you see what I see of this place, that means a lot to me. Thank you, Angel."

I squeezed her tightly and leaned away. She stood up then used her wolf strength to pull me to my feet. Then, with our arms around each other, we descended the rickety stairs. I cleaned up, but anyone looking at me would know I had been crying. Angel plucked at my hair and smiled. Then I followed her out of the house, locking the doors and setting the new security system that hadn't been necessary after all. I wouldn't be here if anyone broke in, and there was nothing here worth stealing.

I stood in the back yard for a minute, looking into the woods in the back of my heard. And I realized by moving to the compound I was getting a better deal in that regards; the pack's lands were a much better run. I smiled, then moved to my garage. There was a rack where I normally parked my car, a rack with four kayaks and their related gear. We were leaving them here. I wondered when they'd next get used. I walked over to mine and set my hand on it for a minute, then stepped away and closed the door. It felt symbolic, and I was reminded how big symbols could be to me.

I had been ignoring everyone. They were being nice, letting me have my last few minutes, but I could see some sad faces, hurting with me. But Angel had been right; Lara didn't look sad or guilty. She looked determined. I walked straight to her.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing I haven't told you before, if you were listening."

I didn't understand that, but I didn't think she would tell me more.

I turned to my car, a small SUV, and was surprised to see Scarlett behind the wheel already. I glanced over at Angel. "She asked if she could drive. She's a good driver, so I said yes."

"Is that exactly how the conversation went, Alpha?"

"Well, close enough. The end result is she is behind the wheel with the alpha's approval." Lara smiled. "And there is a nice place waiting for us in the back seat where we can cuddle together and not be worried about driving."

I let her lead me to the car and climbed in the back seat, Angel taking shotgun and reaching over to hold hands with Scarlett. Lara took her seat, hanging out the door first and saying loudly, "Let's go home, everyone."

As our caravan drove slowly away from my home and turned south, I buried my face into Lara's chest, closed my eyes, and just breathed. Behind us, the sounds of the marina slowly faded, and I tried to not notice.

* * * *

We arrived at the compound. I'd been quiet the entire time. Scarlett and Angel had talked to themselves. Twice I heard Lara begin to growl quietly, and each time when I looked forward, the girls were holding hands. The driver snatched her hand back and set it firmly on the wheel.

The third time it happened, Lara said firmly, "Are you trying to piss me off?"

"I'm sorry, Alpha," Angel said from the driver's seat. We had switched a while ago. "I just can't stop touching her, and there's nothing out here requiring two hands."

"I need to know that the two of you can do what needs doing, or I will forbid this relationship," she said.

Angel's hands were suddenly clutching the wheel.

"I am counting on the two of you to help each other make the right choices, even about something small, like, I don't know. Your lives and the lives of the passengers riding in the car with you."

"I'm sorry, Alpha," they both said. We drove quietly for a minute, then Scarlett turned around.

"This wasn't about hand holding," she said.

"No. Once you guys start holding hands, pretty soon you are looking at each other, too. If you keep your hands away from each other, it seems to be easier to keep eyes on the road, too."

"Ohhh," said Scarlett. "Alpha, I'm sorry. You are right. I'm supposed to help her be the best driver she can be."

"Yes."

And that was the end of that problem.

Our convoy pulled into the compound. Everyone seemed happy to get home. Elisabeth and Lara especially seemed ready to get back to work. I felt lost. The kids helped carry my things to our bedroom.

Ava and Sophia were to move in with us as well; Lara had rooms picked for them but asked me to manage it. She and Elisabeth disappeared with Lara's renewed escorts in place, and suddenly I found mine in place as well. I'd gotten used to them not being quite so obvious. Karen and Wendy stayed with me but asked Jason and Rory to secure the house. They went inside, searched it, and ten minutes later declared the house secure. Only then was I allowed into my home.