The Last Wolf: A Highplains Shifter Erotic Romance (Wolf Fire Book 1) (7 page)

“Hope remember, let yourself go. Touch yourself while you are touching me, feed the wild thing inside you. Make your body feel good and what to do with mine will come naturally.” Said Hakan.

I knelt between his legs and gently slid my hand up the inside of his denim clad thigh. I was shocked at how quickly I encountered the bulge. If felt so firm and hot as I slid my hand toward the zipper on his fly. I slowly began to undo him, realising as the material parted that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his jeans. The fabric pulled apart, offering me a delicious view of his thick, smooth shaft.

I had assumed that once you opened a man’s flies it just popped out, but I was beginning to realise that it didn’t work like that. The length of his cock ran down his pants leg and I didn’t know what to do, should I take his jeans off completely? Should I just reach in and pull it out? But would bending it like that hurt him? I looked up imploringly, hoping for an answer from Hakan.

“Listen to your body.” He said. “Touch yourself, caress those fantastic tits of yours, stroke your pussy. Let the wild out.”

I did as I was told, running one of my hands over my breasts and down toward my most sensitive parts. I had never felt myself so wet. As I rubbed myself I gently stroked Hakan through his fly, getting the feel of his size and texture. I began to heat up thanks to the work of my own nimble fingers. Why had I not started doing this stuff years ago? I worked myself harder and before I knew it I had pulled out Hakan’s manhood, not caring that it bent slightly as I exposed it, just knowing that I had to have it.

I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, amazed at the size. I mean, I know my experience is somewhat limited, but it had to be bigger than normal, it was almost as thick as my wrist. I began to stroke its length slowly, matching the rhythm of strokes on his cock to the gentle flicks I was giving myself. I was almost operating on instinct as I reached down and planted a kiss on the end of his manhood. I drew my head away and then bent to kiss it again, this time parting my lips slightly and allowing the crown to slip into my waiting mouth. I felt a gentle pressure from his hands on the back of my head, Hakan was obviously enjoying the experience.

I bent again to the firm member, working it harder with hand now that it was lubricated with my own saliva. The movement came so naturally to me, my fingers were working my body towards that now familiar feeling of a crashing orgasm, I rubbed myself harder and harder, the sounds of Hakan’s heavy excited breathing turning me on almost as much as the work of my hands.

“Oh god. That’s amazing.” Said Hakan, his voice deep and horse with lust. The sound of his pleasure was enough to tip me into my own orgasm, I arched my back, thrusting my ass out, crying out in intense pleasure.

Once more I got the sensation that I had been ripped from my body, that I was floating high above the prairie, looking down on myself knelt by the fire. It seemed to last for longer this time and I was able to look around, over the flat and empty landscape, deserted but for a lone pick up speeding along the road, its headlamps creating two cones of light in the dark, right over to the approaching mass of storm-clouds that blackened the horizon.

I shuddered as I returned to my body, feeling my rigid nipples and the wet between my legs as though they belonged to someone else. I felt Hakan’s hands under my arms, pulling me up so that my head was level with his. Both of us were breathing heavily as he pulled me in and kissed me, his lips were salty with a faint tang of sweat from the heat of the fire.

“Do you think you’re ready?” Asked Hakan, his violet eyes burning. My mind spun wildly, flashing through all those years of chastity, all the boyfriends I had pissed off by not giving it away, all those times I had dreamt about my perfect white wedding and my perfect white wedding night, the draped four poster bed. Was I really going to give it all away here in front of the fire to a man I barely even knew? I looked into his intense eyes, eyes that seemed to find and ignite a fire within my own soul, and I nodded.

“I’m ready.”

Hakan stood up and spread out the thick fur blanket we had been sitting on next to the fire. “Is this your first time?”

I didn’t feel embarrassed or upset at the question. Normally when the subject of my virginity was raised I found myself feeling ashamed somehow, or feeling like I had to defend myself and my decisions, but he spoke with such natural candour and acceptance that I just smiled. “Yes.” I said.

“Okay, then we’ll go slowly. Come and lie down with me.”

I sunk onto the rug next to him, with the heat of the fur and the fire, and the sensation of my orgasm still fading from my body, I felt so relaxed that I could just fall asleep. Hakan kicked off his jeans and then his weight was on top of me, gently crushing me into the soft fur as he kissed me. He ran a hand from my face into my hair, brushing it out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ear, then down my neck, along the smooth skin of my flank to rest on my soft ass. He skilfully pulled down my panties and threw them aside, leaving us there, a man and woman, completely naked by the side of a roaring fire, a scene as old as all human history.

Hakan rested the weight of his body on one elbow, leaving the other hand free to explore the soft contours of my body. His fingers traced dancing circles round my nipples, bringing them to life while his rough tongue twined against mine. His nimble digits slid down my body until they found my most intimate valley. Parting me gently he slipped one thick finger inside me while his thumb skimmed delicately round my nub.

My body reacted instinctively, and I found myself pushing against him, desperate to take more of him inside me. Suddenly he was kneeling between my legs, his broad shaft gripped in his hands. He rubbed the thick head twice up and down my cleft, coating himself in my slippery juices. This was it, my last chance, to pull out. I could still change my mind now, say
thank you very much Mr Hakan, it’s been lovely but I’ve rather changed my mind
. But I didn’t, instead I felt his broad crown pushing against my opening, ready to open me up at any moment. This was it, no going back. Thunder washed over us, mingling with the sound of Hakan’s deep guttural growl, and I felt the first fat heavy drop of rain hit my skin.

I expected Hakan to thrust into me, to rip my virginity from me in a brutal wave of pain. In the one mother-daughter talk we’d had about the subject that’s how my mother had described it, a brutal agonizing experience, best avoided at all costs. But this was different, Hakan was so slow and gentle that I almost felt like screaming for him to hurry up as he pushed his way inside me. Yes there was pain, but it was so mixed up in other feelings, feelings of excitement, of fullness, of heat and contentment that it blended into the back ground. I couldn’t believe it I was actually having sex.

I reached up and put my hands on either side of Hakan face, looking into his eyes I got the impression that he was fighting a great internal battle, that half of him wanted to rip into me and devour me, to take me as hard as he could right there on the ground, and the other half, the half that was winning out wanted to be the caring considerate lover he was being now. After spending days telling me to let the wild thing inside me out he was now caging his own inner beast, something that I was thankful for, there would be time for rough animalistic sex in the future, time for every type of sex under the sun.

I moaned and writhed, the feeling was so unusual to me, the feeling of being completely full, stuffed to the brim, but looking down I saw that Hakan was still only half in. It was such an erotic view, past my reddening chest and heaving bosoms to the place where Hakan was burying himself in me. I started to push back against him, rocking my pelvis forward, taking a little more of him in each time. He caught my motion and we moved together, our bodies joined in the warm light of the fire.

Why had nobody told me sex felt so good? I mean, of course everybody had told me sex felt good, it was all Cassie and half the bloody world talked about, but seriously, this good? Why hadn’t they mentioned this bit, the meeting of two bodies, the feeling that you were melding into one conjoined soul. I heard my voice cry out carrying over the prairies, the only other sounds being the steadily increasing drum of the rain and distant hum from a far off motor.

I felt the warmth and fullness growing inside me, surging forward into a wave I just could not control, a wave that I was certain would drown us both in its intensity. I felt myself contracting wildly around Hakan’s manhood, my legs shaking, my heels beating against the rug. Hakan cried out and I felt him finish inside me in a warm rush, and then I was gone, back high in the sky looking down, looking down again at the pickup, this time much closer, speeding down the dirt track straight towards the farm.

I wanted to lie in that post orgasmic haze forever, to press myself so close to Hakan that our bodies would melt into each other in the warm summer rain. But I also didn’t really want to be discovered in that state by whoever was driving towards us at this time of night.

“There’s someone coming,” I whispered. “Along the road to the ranch in a beaten up old truck.”

The effect was instantaneous. Hakan snapped to attention so quickly that I swear his very ears seemed alert. He whipped his head round and seemed to be sniffing the air, I’m absolutely positive he growled. “Put your clothes on and stay by the fire. No shifter will be able to come for you here.”

“You actually think that shifters are going to come for me! Why what have I done to anyone?”

“You haven’t done anything. This isn’t about you it’s about what other people have done, and what your people were predicted to do.” He said pulling on his jeans.

“But I don’t have any people! I’ve got Mom, Dad and an aunt in Florida, that’s it. I’m not the kind of person who has people.” I was getting into a muddle, my words tripping over themselves in my rush to get them out.

“I’ll explain later,” said Hakan. “For now just keep quiet.”

We heard the sound of the truck pulling to a stop somewhere outside the circle of firelight, and then the noise of drunken excited shouting and of bottles clinking together. I looked at Hakan and laughed, it was just the volunteers back from their trip to Old Red’s, and evidently they had found someone to drive them all the way home.

Jase staggered into the light of the circle, a half drunk bottle of jack clutched in his hand. “Man, this town is awesome.” He said sitting heavily on a log. I heard the sound of laughing and a few more of the volunteers wandered over to sit down. “I didn’t realise people knew how to party all the way out here.” He turned to Hakan and asked “Hey man, you got any drugs?”

Hakan frowned, “Not really my thing.”

“No Worries man,” said Jase with a smile. “It was just a thought I had. Hey I hope you don’t mind but I invited a couple of guys from the bar back to hang around the campfire.”

Hakan was up and had closed the distance between the two of them in an instant. He was right there in Jase’s face, growling words from between gritted teeth. “You did what?”

“I invited a few guys to hang round the fire. Jesus what’s your problem, if it’s such a big deal I’ll tell them to go.”

A third voice sounded from the darkness, a voice that was silky and smooth, that almost seemed honey coated. “No, that’s all right. I think we’ll stay.”

Three men walked into the light of the fire pit, their faces made into hideous masks by the dancing of the flames. One was short and incredibly fat, I recognised him as one of the barflies that had been hanging around when Cassie and I had visited the bar, he looked barely able to stand and his head wobbled around drunkenly as he moved. Another was tall, thin and unfamiliar to me, though he looked just about as far gone as his friend. The third man I recognised instantly for his glowing yellow eyes. The bar man from Old Red’s.

“What a nice place you’ve got here Hakan.” He said. “You know all the years we’ve lived in the same town and you’ve never once invited me round. But now I know I can pop by any time I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” He grinned and sat down on a log a few paces from me. I could feel Hakan bristling with tension and rage.

“Remember me?” He said, turning to look at me. “I certainly remember you, though we were never introduced. They call me Earl.”

Hakan turned to the gaggle of volunteers. “Go to bed now. This project is over, I’ll drive you all into town tomorrow.”

“What the fuck is your problem man?” Jase staggered over, jabbing the neck of his bourbon bottle into Hakan’s broad chest. “We’ve been working our asses off and you barely acknowledge us, now just because we bring a few people back you start ordering us to bed like we are kids.” He was getting more worked up as he spoke, I tried to get in between them, knowing it would not end well for skinny drunken Jase if he tried to fight Hakan, but before I could reach them he had already drawn his arm back and swung.

Hakan dodged the punch easily, rocking back on his heels so that Jase ended up flailing uselessly at thin air. Quick as prairie lightning he shot out his hand and grabbed Jase by the shirt front, picking him up as if he weighed nothing at all and hurling him bodily over the roaring fire to lie in a whimpering heap in the shadows beyond.