AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Thank you. But the couch won’t fit us. When we do what needs doing.”
I shake my head. “Which is why you should’ve nested.”
Marybell rolls her eyes. “Give me a few moments.”
“No way.” I scoop her up and find a fur coat on the floor. If it didn’t have the scent of another female, I’d use it as a blanket, but it does, so I kick it away and, carrying Marybell like a baby with her legs wrapped around my waist, I walk to the trunk. Lowering her carefully while opening the trunk at the same time, I let her grab a few blankets from the top. I dig deeper, seeking a thick rug. I find one, thankfully made of wild animals and not lycans.
Marybell giggles and clings to me while I walk back to the fireplace and throw the rug down before kneeling and setting her on it. I kiss her deeply and groan in protest before leaving to grab some wood. Thankfully, I piled cut wood indoors near the second fireplace I don’t use and it’s fairly well stocked, so I won’t have to go out for a couple of spans.
I haven’t gathered food, but the closet stores dry foods we can survive on, and since I need food to recover from my injuries, I’m pretty sure my youngest brother hunted a fresh catch and put it inside the box, under the house.
As far as I’m concerned, we’re ready for her heat.
Again, Marybell holds me by grabbing my shoulders. “Please,” she begs. “I’m aching.”
I smile, showing all my teeth. “Begging are ye?”
She nods. “Please, I want to feel your tongue on my pussy, all over my pussy, inside it if possible, poking, probing, and rubbing me. I want to come on your face and wash the smirk off it.”
“Oh lass, you’re something else, you know. Talking dirty to me and all, but”—I flick her swollen clit, then drag two fingers down her moist opening—“don’t tell me what to do.”
Kneeling between her legs, I grab the backs of her thighs and push them toward her so that her ass lifts and her pussy is exposed. It’s a pretty, small pussy with labia that I suck into my mouth and toy with before licking up and down her opening.
“Hold your legs,” I order.
My thick, long tongue blocks her opening while I use my fingers to flick her clit and other hand to mold her breast. I watch her as she pants and wriggles, and I flick her faster as she rubs herself all over my fat tongue pressed against her opening.
Marybell’s legs start twitching, and she comes with a scream. I release her breast in favor of pressing down on her lower belly, massaging her female organs from outside. Under my palm, her body is pulsing, shooting her liquid heat down her channel. I wait until the tremors stop and her legs fall open to the sides, her body becoming pliant.
I unplug the hole my tongue plugged and watch the liquid trail outside, down her butt hole and onto the rug. Bending, I taste her. The sweetness of a breeder’s heat hits the back of my throat immediately and makes me downright hungry. I start licking like a bear licks trapped honey. Since Marybell is sensitive now, having just come, she tries to wiggle away. I don’t think so.
I hold her by her hips and eat her out for as long as I damn well please, and I can do this for spans on end. She comes three more times before I’m done with her.
Standing, I stretch and then throw a blanket over her unmoving body. Only her eyes are blinking. Marybell is spent. Mmhm.
I walk the few steps to the stacked wood and grab some along with branches on the side that I keep for starting the fire. I want both fireplaces going so Marybell is comfortable while nude.
There’s something on the floor near the wood.
I pick it up. It’s a sachet of herbs. I sniff. Pleasant smelling. It takes me a moment to recognize the scent, but once I do, I breathe though the anger and hold up the sachet.
“Yours, I presume?”
I can’t look at her, so I crouch facing the wood, working on my wounded pride. Marybell won’t breed with me, but is using me to get her through her heat. Here I thought that maybe she is my mate, that if I let my wolf see her, we could mate, but all she wants is my knob.
I throw wood into the fire and the sachet on Marybell’s chest and leave the cabin, slamming the door behind me.
20
SEITH
The temperature outside could freeze my brain and my balls off in one fell swoop, but not my fired-up mood. Ire keeps my blood pumping and my body warm. Naked, I slide on the boots I keep under the steps and head for the forest.
A whistle sounds. It’s a long-drawn-out sound followed by a shorter one. My youngest brother is standing by the shrine with his best friend.
“Pissed off looks sexy on you, bro.” He touches his nose, telling me he can scent the breeder’s pussy on my face from across the street.
“Kiss me arse.”
