Runt of the Litter (Halfbreed Chronicles Book 1) (7 page)

Chapter.
12 – Riley

For a moment there, I thought he was about to bolt away
from me.  When Greg, the motel owner talked about a tab, it seemed like
Avery got real quiet, and when I finally realized what he must
be
thinking I was quick to explain.  But I couldn’t
really use the word ‘werewolf’ in front of the manager, so I’m glad Avery
understood.  

But really, it doesn’t even matter anymore.  All I
can think about is that I finally got this man to myself.  Out from the
alley, and the rain, and parental objections.  Savannah drove me to the
diner this morning, and all along the way, she said she would cover for me, and
later tonight, we both could talk to Dad and try to figure out a way to get him
to terms about Avery.  She was always the kind one, but this was beyond
what I could imagine her doing for me.  I know I’m lucky in so many ways,
both for my sister, and for Avery standing before me.  And even though he
almost nervously shifts from one leg to the other, with Savannah covering for
me, I get to spend all day in this room with him.  
Part of me had assumed he’d jump right on me when we had the chance.  That
maybe he was just being shy about PDA.  But seeing as he seems even more
nervous now, I contemplate if there’s something else going on here,
“Avery.”  
He stops, freezes in
place, and I walk closer, placing a hand on his chest,
“Have you never done this before?”  

He looks at me,
then
shakes his
head.  I don’t know why, but the thought of me being his first (and last),
shoots a direct line of pleasure straight to my core.  I’m not a virgin
myself, but I’ve only had a handful of men, and more out of boredom, than
anything else.  None of my relationships were more than skin deep, and I
feel like I already have a deeper connection with Avery than I ever did with
any of the men I let fuck me.  It proves that we don’t have to do it right
now, to be bonded, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get a taste of what my
immediate future could be like.

“Come here,”
I
lead us to the bed, and gently push him down onto the edge, so he’s sitting up,
while I move my legs on either side of his knees.  I’d rather sit right
down onto his lap, but if he’s really a virgin, that might make it too hard for
him to hang on a little longer - and I like to be a tease,
“I’m going to take off a piece of clothing, for every question you
answer.  You ready?”

He nods, but doesn’t make a move, bracing his own body
weight behind him on the palms of his hands.  Within minutes, those hands
better be on my skin . . .
“Did you
touch yourself yet, thinking of me?”

Avery’s eyes widen a little, and then smirks -
hm
, he’s more cocky than I thought, if he actually answers
honestly,
“I thought about it, but - “

“But, what
?,
”
he knows how to peak my curiosity.

“I think my hand
would be a poor imitation of the pleasure you could give me, eventually.
”
 He emphasizes ‘eventually’, as if he hopes, that I’ll give him some
pleasure soon enough.  But he’s not pinning me underneath him just yet.
 I can’t decide if I’m actually the one in control here, or if he’s just
letting me think I am.  He answered my question though, so I smile and
step back just enough to take off the jacket I was wearing, letting it drop
behind me.  

I’m wearing a plain t-shirt, so it doesn’t really cling to
me like the dress did last night - and I can tell he’s itching to see more,
“Alright, next question - what do you want
to do to me?”

He doesn’t even try to look me in the eyes, his own
wandering down my body, which makes me want to squirm,
“Specifically?”

I step a little closer again, resting my hands on his
shoulders,
“Yes - what do you want to do
me?”

His own hands lift from the bed, and he puts them on my
waist.  Any part of him that I still thought was holding back, melts away
completely, when he lifts his face to mine, and almost stuns me with his
answer,
“I want to touch you till you
moan underneath me, and then I want to sink into you till I cum.”

I’m about ready to be done playing games.  I want to
crawl into his lap, push him back onto the bed, and just ravage his body.
 How am I supposed to say anything after that?  How am I supposed to
even think, when all the blood is rushing away from my heart, and straight to
my clit?  I almost absentmindedly glide my ankle boots off - it’s the only
thing I can remove without breaking the connection we have going on here.

I think he was hoping I’d remove my shirt to give him easy
access to my breasts, and I have to admit, the thought of his hands touching my
nipples right now, sounds magnificent,
“How
long do you see us being together?”

He answers immediately,
“Indefinitely.”

That’s it.  How can I say ‘no’ any longer to him?
 I lean forward, and he catches me as I crash into him, and we fall back
onto the bed.  Our mouths clash against one another, and his hands tug at
my shirt - I was right, he’s desperate to touch my breasts.  I smile
against his mouth, allowing us to separate just long enough to ask him
something more serious.  Because frankly, I need to know,
“Are you scared of how things will go with
the Council, or the community?”

His head falls back into the bed, and he grins, albeit
weakly,
“A little - but not enough to
stop this.”

I sit up on his hips, and I can feel just exactly how much
he wants me.  It would be almost easy to rock back and forth just enough
to make him squirm, but he did answer another question, so instead, I cross my
arms in front of me, grab the hem, and pull the shirt over my head.  He
licks his lips, and I’m praying that mouth is going to close around my nipples.

Maybe I should switch gears with the questions.
 Instead of focused inquiries about our possible future, maybe I should
just get to basics:
“Do you want to be
the one to take off my bra?”

His hands instantly go up behind my back, and in a breathy
whisper, replies
“Yes.”

Considering he’s a virgin, with what seems to be zero
experience, Avery manages to unclasp my bra with ease.  He tugs on the
strap and it flings to the side, and my breasts spill out, only to be caught in
his
hands, which makes
us both whimper.  He,
because it’s the first time that he’s gotten to touch them, and me, because he
seems to know exactly what he’s doing.  His hands cup them, his thumbs
easily gliding over the
nipples, which makes
me fall
forward, and brace my hands on his chest,
“A-Avery.”

He locks eyes with me, and once again, I see his wolf come
to the forefront.  
Briefly, just enough to let me know
he’s here in this room with us.
 It makes me feel downright
powerful that I seem to make them both crave me, but when Avery comes back to
the forefront, I feel like
puddy
in his hands.
 I’m not the one in control anymore, I’ll roll over and submit to him, and
all he’s got to do is ask.  He leans up on one elbow, replacing his hand
with his face, resting his cheek against the creamy skin, and groaning against
me - trying hard it seems, not to just take the protruding bud into his mouth.
 My back arches naturally into his hold, and I’m surprised by how much
restraint he has.

But soon enough I realize it’s not restraint, but
reservations, keeping him from moving forward.  I wrap my arms around his
neck, and he holds me tighter.  He doesn’t look up from my chest, but I
can feel his eyes closing, as he inhales,
“Don’t
leave me.”

My head leans forward, resting on his, and I lift my hand
to pet his hair.  Within moments though, I tug at it, to pull his head
back so he’ll finally look at me, and I can try to explain why he never has to
worry about that happening,
ever
,
“Baby, werewolves mate for life.”

He seems to want to believe it, and I think for a moment
he does, but the smile fades quickly and he leans backwards, back onto his
elbows, before collapsing completely onto the bed again.  I’m so confused
that I’m about to say something, when he puts his arm over his eyes, and
replies so matter of
factly
, that at first, I’m
stunned . . .
“No,”
he mutters,
“They don’t.”

Chapter.
13 – Avery

When those breasts of her spilled out into my willing
hands, I thought I was touching a piece of my very own Heaven.  And though
maybe she was looking for some carnal pleasure - and really, I am, too - I was
almost swept away by how beautiful she is.  
Her black
hair cascading over her shoulders, and brushing against my wrists.
 
Her eyes, hazy, and glossed over in passion, at me.
 It’s directed at me, she’s allowing me to touch her, caress her, and I
want to thank her for it.  I want to curl up against her, and tell her
everything, because for some reason, I feel so damn comfortable with her.
 I’m equally desperate to fuck her, and hold her, the entire night in my
arms.  

So when I pushed myself off the bed, in order to move
closer to those perfect tits, I felt this tender feeling propelling me to just
take a rest.  For just a moment, to pause, and let her know how thankful I
am that she picked me.  
That I will do everything in my
power for the rest of my life, to prove she was right.
 I want to
compliment her, shower her with kisses, and give her so much pleasure she moans
my name.  But when my cheek is pressed against her heart, I can only close
my eyes, and sigh.  Instead, I ended up making it about myself.
 Because even now, I’m still so vulnerable, and all I actually get out, is
my own desperation to keep her at my side.  

I feel like I’m fucking this up - instead of fucking her.
 I must sound like a whiny puppy at her feet.  And yet, for whatever
reason, she comforts me, even now.  When she pulls on my hair, to force me
to look at her, I’m not afraid.  She cares for me, I know it now, and she
doesn’t disappoint.  She tells me this is for life, it could be for life,
and at first,
I
feel like I could literally fly.
 But then I remember my mother, and my father, and how that wasn’t for
life.  My mother left not too long after I, and my brothers,
were
born.  

Maybe right now, Riley wants forever, but can purebloods
really mix with
halfbreeds
?  I fall back,
covering my eyes, because the moment we had has passed, and I’m not sure if my
heart can handle the reality of the answer I seek.  When I mutter my
reply, she leans forward, her hands dipping under my button up, and giving me
goosebumps
.  I don’t know what’s she trying to
accomplish, I must seem absolutely miserable, or just resolute that her desire
for me, is an itch to scratch, and nothing more.  

“Avery,”
her
voice sounds almost pleading, and I slowly lower my arm away from my face.
 As soon as I see her worried eyes, I immediately reach for her face.
 She leans her cheek into the palm of my hand, and it’s such a sweet
moment, that I almost forget . . .
“Please,
tell me you feel it, too.  We are mates.”  
I think a part of her
believes it, but I’m still not sure.  I want it to be, and the fact that
we seemed to have moved at
lightspeed
here,
would make sense - but her comment still makes me
wonder if wolves mate for life.  If that was the case, why didn’t my mom
stick with my dad?  Or is it more like, werewolves mate for life, but only
other werewolves?

But then, I’m brought out of my own thoughts, when I see
her eyes shift, because the glossiness from her passion has dissipated.
 Instead, replaced by the glossiness of tears threatening to pool along
the edges, and spill over.  And the realization that I’m about to make her
cry,
sends me into panic mode.  It feels like a
punch to my gut, but the pain doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around her,
and rolling us over, so I’m on top of her,
“Riley,
no
ssh
darling.”
 My same hand strokes her
cheek, pats her hair, and finally, I lower my face to hers so I can give her a
sweet, gentle kiss,
“I want you, with
everything I am, with everything I can offer.  I just - “

She bites her lip, bracing herself, as if she was right
all along to have those tears threatening to spill out.  I need to be
honest
, “My mom didn’t stick around -
and I wonder if she thought she was mated to my Dad, too.  If she could
change her mind, why shouldn’t you be able, too?  It’s not that I don’t
want you baby,
its
that I want you so badly I’m scared
to death to take the plunge.  I’m just being a coward, but the answer is
yes, I feel it, too.  And I want to be your mate.  I want this, you,
me, us.  
All of it.
 All of you.”

Those tears peek out from the corner of her eyes, but
she’s smiling, and I think they might be happy tears now.  Relived, I
don’t hesitate when her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me down on top
of her.  Our kiss is heavy, and filled with need.  I can’t help
myself but get lost in it, and as her tongue sweeps into my mouth, my hips fall
a little, and it presses my center against hers.  It feels so warm there,
right between her legs, that I pray she doesn’t change her mind.  That
she’ll let me grind against her just long enough so I can finally get some
relief.

I’m still trying to hold back, but with the way she’s clinging
to me, sure hands unbuttoning my shirt, and moaning against my lips, I can’t
much longer.  I had been hoping to hang onto some sense of control a
little while longer, but my cock is desperately pressing against my jeans, and
rocking against her core, imagining the moment I get to sink into her,
“
Ri
-Riley, I
can’t hold on much longer.”

She moves her lips away from mine, just enough to put her
voice close to my ear,
“Then don’t baby,
cum right now - I don’t care.  Give me a taste of what to expect.”  
Her
words are ringing through my head, and when her fingertips roam down to my ass,
firm hands holding me in place, I feel downright dizzy.  Can I really
allow myself to lose control?  Cum against her, and have her cling to me?
. .
.
“Avery, I want
you to cum.  Now.”

She’s taking the lead, and I need to accept the fact, that
she’s been holding the reigns so far.  And I like it.  I spend every
day, all day, thinking of everyone else, for everyone else.  Having to be
one step ahead of every action - but thrusting against her, I don’t have to
think, I just am.  
A man, with needs, with a beautiful
woman underneath him, telling him to cum.
 And I’ll oblige, every
damn time.

I bury my head into her neck, and inhale an almost
overwhelming scent of lilies, intoxicating me.  With one final thrust, I
hold my dick to her entrance, separated by more denim than should ever be
allowed, and allow my body to finally snap from the tight coil my thoughts had
twisted it into.  I moan her name, and she wraps those long legs around
me, her fingers digging into my cheeks, encouraging me on with her groans.

I cum hard.
 Harder than I
ever think I have in my entire life.  It seems to go on forever, and when
I’m finally done, I wonder if I might have just pounded her straight through
the damn mattress.  Even though I’m still waiting on the blood to pump
back into my brain, I need to look at her, and make sure I didn’t somehow mess
it up, that it was okay.  She doesn’t disappoint, as soon as she locks
eyes with me, I spot the flush cheeks, and her biting her bottom lip.  My
eyes are hazy, grateful that she’s not kicking me off of her.  She’s still
so entangled around my body, that I stay in place, spent and exhausted, and yet
. . . ready to go again.

“Avery.”

God, I want her to moan that name again.  I should be
embarrassed, for
cumming
in my pants like a
school boy
, but she doesn’t say anything.  Instead, her
hands move from my ass, under my shirt, and up my chest.  Her fingernails
gently scratch my skin, and it make me shiver a little.  Though I think
she enjoys that.  Because when I look back at her, her smile is big and
wide,
“Feel better?”
I feel the blush on my cheeks, and lower my head to her neck, holding her a
little tighter,
“I feel amazing.”  
I
can tell she’s happy with the way she moves under me, hands roaming back up,
until she twists her fingers in my hair, so she can pull my head back up to
look at her again.  Riley always wants to look at my eyes, and to be
honest, I like getting lost in hers, too,
“But
I need to tell you - that I hope you know . . .
”  
She
looks like she might be
bracing herself for whatever I’m trying to say next, but I’m quick to finish,
“ - you should know, that you’re never
getting rid of me now.”

My grip tightens on her even more, because she’s making me
want to melt right into her.  

I know I probably seem clingy, downright dependent on her,
but the truth is: I am.