Runt of the Litter (Halfbreed Chronicles Book 1) (12 page)

Chapter.
23 – Avery

As soon as she lunges at me, I close my eyes in relief.
 I don’t know how she knew I was coming, before I even rang the bell, but
I am so grateful that she wasn’t too mad.  
At least not
enough to hold back her affections.
 I dip my face into her hair
and smell her now all too familiar, all too comforting, intoxicating scent.
 I’m still in pain, but her scent brings me comfort.  Within moments though,
her arms tighten around my neck, and I wince a little from the discomfort.
 I thought I was doing a good enough job of holding back, but she senses
something’s wrong, and demands to know the details with her concerned eyes.
 Her worry makes me feel bad, and I realize she’s only on edge because I
took most of the day to figure out what I needed to do, and get it done.  

“Avery, are you hurt?”

I was going to try to let her in on how my day’s been,
slowly, and carefully, but I can tell she’s getting upset, and I don’t have the
heart to let her linger in worry for even a moment longer.  I take her
face between my hands and lean in to give her a kiss.  A sweet, little
peck, nothing more, nothing less, and when I pull back slowly, I give us just
enough space to look at one another, but not enough to let go of her,
“Riley, I’ll tell you everything, but can I
ask you something first?”

She lifts her right eyebrow, and I absentmindedly rub my
thumb along her cheek,
“
Wha
-What’s going on?”
I smile faintly, the sting on my side bothering me just enough to keep me
grounded to the moment,
“Remember how
you said you wanted to go away for the weekend?”
 She nods slightly,
and I continue,
“Let’s go, right now - a
few days, just you and me.  We can go to the beach, rent a cabin, whatever
you want.”

She leans into me, her quizzical look meaning I’m not
getting her out of this house, till I explain more first.  Riley doesn’t
even have to ask me, I just know I need to tell her, and sigh before finally
pulling back just enough to lift my shirt along my left side.  Her eyes go
wide, as she zeroes in on the bruises already starting to form, and the redness
of the welts near my rib cage.  Her eyes shoot back to mine, and she’s
instantly on me, carefully running her fingers over them, her lip quivering,
“What - who, did this to you
?!
”

I roll the shirt back down, and straighten a little,
bracing myself for the inevitable, and try to bide him some time before
Hurricane Riley barrels down on the guy,
“Baby
look, I know it looks bad, but I promise I’m fine, I even got checked out by a
doctor, and nothing is broken, or even fractured.  I’ll be all healed up
soon enough, I promise.”

I figured it’d help, but instead she’s silent, waiting for
me to seemingly add more to this narrative, and we stand there, unmoving for
just another moment, before she speaks up,
“Tell
me who did this to you.  Now.”  

I can see when her mind puts two and two together, and I
see the wolf inside of her flashing to the forefront.  Her hands clench
into fists, and a low growl rumbles up from deep within her chest.  If I
wasn’t so scared for the man, I’d actually be a little turned on by her, but
within a moment, she’s ripped passed me, and all too late, I realize her Dad is
pulling up into the driveway.  
“Great,”
I mumble.

He can barely make it out of the car, before Riley pushes
him back against the door.  He doesn’t try to fight back though, and if I
can just explain everything to her, we can get this over with quickly,
“Riley, wait - “

“What - the - fuck - Dad!
”

Her Dad puts up his hands defensively, but otherwise does
nothing to block the few slaps she lands on his arms, and shoulders, before I
grab her hands and pull them towards me.  I need to explain it now, or
it’s just going to get worse from here,
“Riley,
I said ‘wait’ -
“  
She’s
practically phasing in front of me, and I move my hands up her arms, and hold
onto her shoulders,
“Baby, look at me.”
 
When she doesn’t, I say it a little more firmly, until she finally
looks away from her father, and directly at me,
“I challenged him.”

She looks confused, then shocked, and then her gaze shoots
to her father, who I guess nods.  I wouldn’t know, because I’m not looking
away from her, until I know her wolf isn’t sitting at the forefront, ready to
pounce for my honor, or something,
“Look,
I challenged him, so we could all finally agree that I can do more than anybody
has been giving me credit for.”

Riley knows I’m right, because her wolf retreats with its
tail tucked between its legs, and my beautiful woman comes back to the
forefront, ready to listen,
“So I
challenged your Dad, and we began to fight, and though he got a few punches in,
I’m more of a lightweight.  I was able to outrun him, land a few quick
punches of my own, and keep dodging the rest, till he was too tired to fight
anymore.  I won more by default
,
then strength,
but at least now you and him can both know I can handle a duel with anyone who
wants one.  I can protect you enough to earn being your mate.”

She leans forward, kissing me gently, before resting her
forehead against mine, and though I’d love to relish in it, I need to say one
more thing before moving forward,
“And
just so you know - I don’t think we should worry about how much I can protect
you, as much how you can protect yourself.  And in turn, how we can
protect one another.  We’re going to be partners from here on out, and
though I’ll fight for you tooth and nail, I know that I can count on you to
fight for me just as much.”

Riley pulls back, tears in her eyes, and I want to kiss her
- and tell her I love her, and how though I had wanted to wait till the
bloodtest
came back, that I don’t even care anymore.
 I just want to be with her, however she’ll accept me, and however I’ll
accept myself.  But just as I’m about to go tell her to pack (so I can
tell her all those things on the way), her Dad who I managed to forget for a
whole minute, chimes in, and though Riley looks at him for a second like maybe
she’s about to tell him off, I cling to her and silently beg her not to.  

“Riley, look he
came to me - and . . . I can admit I was wrong about the guy.  If you two
are really mates, I’ll accept it.  I promise, wholeheartedly.”

Finally, I see her smiling at him, and relief instantly
floods us all.  And just in time, to join in on the golden family moment,
Savannah, who I guess must have been watching everything from a window, hops
down the front stairs and joins our little group on the driveway.
 Suddenly, she pushes herself and her father towards us, and within
moments, we’re all enveloped in a group hug that I never would have imagined
happening in a million years.  But still I embrace it - it’s nice, and
though I know we didn’t have to have it, deep down, I appreciate having her
family’s blessing about us.   

When we separate, Savannah offers to cook a big dinner,
and all of us are too hungry to resist.  But while she cooks, Riley packs,
and I have a bag already attached to the bike.  I don’t know which cabin
we’re holing up in, but I don’t even care.  Soon enough we’re going to be
on the road, and by bedtime, we’ll be mated.

Chapter.
24 – Riley

I woke up this morning, scared to death that I would have
to get creative in order to convince Avery we belong together, and yet here I
am, on the back of his bike, and we’re riding off into the sunset.  The
beach is only about an hour away, and luckily during the fall, it’s pretty much
dead of tourists.  We might even have the beach pretty much to ourselves,
and no neighbors to listen in on us -
which
will be
great, seeing as I plan on letting my man know that I’m enjoying myself.

I wish I could squeeze him a little tighter, but he’s sore
I’m sure, even with the
tylenol
he took.  Yet I doubt it will stop either of us from finally mating
tonight.  
The only question is, how hard I’m going to
ride him, or if I’ll have to be gentle.
 

It doesn’t take long to register us, and luckily, it’s
high tide, the waves might muffle the noises coming from our cabin.  The
lights are off in either cabin beside ours, so maybe we really don’t have to
worry about neighbors.  Part of me would love to sit down in the sand,
watch the sunset, and just snuggle, but there’s plenty of time for that.
 Right now, I just want him to sink into me.  
The
sooner the better.

“After you,”
his voice interrupts my thoughts, as he holds the door open for me.  I
want this, and I want it now, but my need to make sure he’s okay, trumps even
my physical desires, so before I step inside, I look at him and quietly ask,
“Avery - are you feeling up to this?
 I mean, because of your ribs.”  
No sooner do I say the words,
and he scoops me up into his arms.  We both drop our bags, and I can’t
help but giggle into his neck as he carries me across the threshold.  Any
other werewolf - at least the ones I have met - would have chucked me inside,
thrown me on the bed, and pounded his chest (metaphorically speaking).
 But here is my man, my mate, carrying me like I’m some sort of lady, and
sets me down on the first chair he spots, near a fireplace.  

He tries to let go, I assume to get the bags, but my hands
stay wrapped around his neck, and he smiles down at me,
“My ribs are fine - good enough to still carry you, right?”  
I
nod, but still don’t let go,
“Riley, I
can handle two bags - come on, let me go get them, and then I can bolt that
front door shut.”

Slowly I slink my arms away from him, and to my side, but
as soon as he turns away, I jump up and look for a bathroom.  I can hear
him calling after me, surely wondering what the heck I’m up to, but I play coy,
and merely tell him to follow me.  I want to make sure he’s relaxed, and
that his aching muscles aren’t sore after the day he’s had.  I’m always
going to find a way to take care of my man.

When he’s caught up with me (just before I turn on the
water), he pulls me to him from behind, and I melt into his embrace, before
feeling his hardness press into my
buttcheek
.  I
can sense that any playfulness we were having is melting away quickly, and I
press right back into him, making us both groan a little,
“I was just trying to get us a bath, help relax you a little.”

He nibbles at my neck, and I crane it slightly, so I can
invite him to suckle on me a little more.  My wolf doesn’t really like the
idea of submitting to anyone, but for our mate, we’ll play along.  
For now.
 When his mouth reaches up to my ear, I
shudder when he gently tugs at my earlobe,
“The
only thing that’s going to relax
me,
is getting to
sink into your wet pussy.”  
I feel like I could cum just from his
words alone, and whatever thoughts I had about being gentle evaporate, as I
feel his grip on me tightening.  It’s his wolf, coming to the forefront,
to challenge mine.  He wants to know if I’m a worthy mate, and I turn
around quickly to look into his eyes.  
Our wolves
staring at one another, and instantly, they recognize the perfect match.
 

I growl, not because I’m fighting this, but because I’m
trying not to shove him out of the room, and onto the nearest bed.  We
haven’t even been here ten minutes, and I don’t even know where the bedroom is,
but we’re finding it.  Now.  We fumble, and kiss, and moan, and
touch, and I manage to pull off his shirt, while he’s tugging at my blouse.
 When the buttons don’t open
quick
enough he
seems to get frustrated and I tell him to just tear it off, I don’t care.
 I just want his hands on my breasts.  

When he does, we’re both so relieved, that we chuckle,
laughing at our own desperation.  We’ve stopped in the hallway, and I spot
the bedroom just behind him.  For a moment, we remain still, twisted in
each other’s embrace, but otherwise, unmoving, as I look deep into his soul,
reaching out to his wolf, from mine.  Once started, there’s no turning
back.  When the mating frenzy begins, we’ll keep going until our bodies
are spent, and satiated.  He looks right back at me, unafraid, but I still
have to ask - not because I fear he might be changing his mind, but because I
want to make sure that he really is comfortable, and not in pain from his fight
earlier.

But he surprises me when he’s the one to speak up first,
“I’m ready, Riley.”
 

I search his eyes, but I know he is, though probably a
little nervous, I’m sure.  

But ready none the less, and I slink my arms down to his
wrists, grab his hands, and lead us into the bedroom.

Chapter.
25 – Avery

I lock eyes with her, and once again, I feel my inner
wolf’s fur gliding against my own skin.  He wants to join in, too, but I’m
keeping him at bay for as long as I can.  In some ways, I’m terrified of
what will happen next (not the sex part, but the inner beast part), but if
anyone can handle my wolf, it would be Riley, and so, as she silently pleads
with me not to change my mind last minute, I nod a little.

We walk side by side, together, into the bedroom.
 And once my legs reach the bed, I feel a gentle push guiding me to
lay
back on it.  Before I do, I take off my shirt.
 She fights looking down at my bruises, but she can’t help it.  Her
eyes glance down, and I see her lips twisting a little, fighting the urge not
to get upset.  I should distract her . . .

Reaching in front of me, I pull on her ripped shirt, and
it easily falls to the floor.  Her eyes come back to mine, and just like
that, her mouth turns into a knowing smirk.  She bends her arms behind
her, and unhooks her bra, and just like before, I catch those big tits of hers
in my waiting hands.  And just like before, we both groan.  
I want to worship her body, take my time, but our bodies have different ideas,
and really, that’s okay.  We got the rest of her our lives to take it
slower later.  So when she pushes me onto the bed, I gladly let myself
fall back, and watch her glide over me in one smooth motion.

She’s hovering over my pants, and the tips of her fingers
tuck under the waistband to pull them down along my legs.  The bulge of my
dick is only contained within the confines of my briefs, but she wastes no time
in practically ripping them to shreds.  I think the remains end up
somewhere on the floor behind her.  

I’m naked, straddled by my raven goddess, and though I
should feel insignificant and vulnerable at what she is seeing - somehow
knowing that every fiber of her being has chosen me, makes me want to howl in
the air.  I am worthy, because she chose me, and I will spend the rest of
my life proving her right, making her feel certain about her choice.

My cock strains under her stare.
 
What was just moments ago, the beginning of an erection at
the possibilities, has now turned into a hardened instrument of mutual
pleasure.  It matches my frame: tall, lean, but powerful.  My
brothers boast about their
ten inch
cocks, but I think
my nine inch one will satiate her.  Considering the way she licks her
lips, I don’t think I have anything to worry about.  The thought of her
raven hair falling over my thighs, while her head bobs up and down with her
mouth on my dick, makes beads of
precum
gather at the
tip.  If I don’t get inside of her soon, I might just burst.  My eyes
narrow on hers,
“Take off everything
baby.”

She sits back onto my thighs, and even through the
underwear, I can feel her desire between her legs, the warm sticky wetness that
will easily take everything I give her.  
Because our
bodies were made for each other.
 When she slips off the skirt, my
mouth waters, wanting to lick my tongue over the hardened pink buds on her
breasts.  I hope it’s what she wants, and my hands move from my side, to
hers, slowly weaving up her ribcage, and finally cupping her mounds.  They
feel firm, and swollen, spilling over my grasp.  My thumbs stroke across
the most sensitive spots for just a moment, and I can feel her body leaning
into my grasp.  She only has to moan my name once, for me to sit up so I
can finally get a taste of the rest of her body.

I latch onto the right one, still strumming the left, and
she instantly wraps her arms around my head, silently begging me to keep going.
 My teeth graze across to the other, and when my tongue touches the
center, she bucks against my hips, making me want to push her down onto the
bed, and sink into her.  But I have to take my time, enjoy it.  I
won’t last long the first time, and I want to make it as pleasurable for her as
I know it will be for me.  I need her on the edge, so when I do get inside
her, she won’t last long either.

I reach down, feel the last hindrance in my way - her
panties - and pull at them till they snap in half, easily flying to the
bedside, to join my own shredded ones.  She looks down, slightly surprised
since it’s probably the most forward thing I have ever done with her.  But
I’m fighting against my even more brazen wolf.  If he had it his way,
she’d be pinned beneath us, with her ass in the air, while I take her from
behind.  He’s quite the pervert, for making those thoughts swim around my
mind, but considering Riley didn’t even shrug at the panties shredding, maybe
she wouldn’t mind him taking over a little.

When her eyes go back to mine, I move my hand from her
breast, and watch for any objection.  None comes, and I slowly lower it to
her core, the center of her pleasure, where I will find mine momentarily.
 I dive passed the little curls just above it, and sink my finger in between
the folds, looking for that elusive bud that I’ve been told allows the woman to
enjoy it as much as the man.

With the way her body jerks, and her head
flings
back, I smile, grateful to have found it on my first
try.  Between strumming her clit, and sucking her nipple into my mouth, I
can feel her grasp tightening around my neck.  Her scents are mingling
with mine, and all I can feel, smell and taste anymore, is
her
.
 That delicious mix of lilies and
honey,
has me
so delirious, that I wonder if I’ll cum, before I ever get inside her.

Just when I was beginning to think she was close though,
I’m flung back onto the bed - hard.  I’m about to wonder if I did
something wrong, when I look up, and see Riley climbing on top of me, grabbing
my cock.
 
And though I’m about to
cum just with her hand on it, I don’t even have time to brace myself.  She
straddles it for just a moment, before she locks her eyes with mine - then
sinks down onto my cock so
fast, that I suck in a deep
breath,
wince, and let out a groan.  

It takes everything in me not to cum on the spot.
 The warm, wet, tight walls clamping down on me, makes me want to howl, as
I shoot up into her - but I’m straining not to give in just yet.  But the
way she rocks her hips on top of me, isn’t helping things.  My back arches
off the bed, my head dips back into the pillow under me, and I force myself to
concentrate, to stay in the moment, to not let myself cum just yet.

“A-Avery,”
her
voice sounds husky, full of need, and I can feel her hands on my chest, pushing
me back into the bed.  Her fingers press into my skin, and the heat
between is so hot, I can feel beads of sweat forming on me.  When I
finally look at her, I see how flushed her cheeks are.
 
Her hazy eyes,
staring into mine.
 
And how
swollen her lips are from the amount of blood pumping in her body.  She
had stopped just long enough for me to regain my senses, but it’s still not
enough to take the edge off.  How can I possibly even think with her pussy
clenching around my dick?

“Avery, are you okay?”

I feel bad that I wasn’t doing a good enough job letting
her know otherwise, and smirk up at her, as my cock twitches against her
tightly clamped walls.  She smiles down at me, and leans back, sitting
upright on top me, which changes the position just enough to allow my dick to
fit snugly against the edge of her cervix.  I don’t think there’s a
millimeter of space left between us, and I raise my hands from the outside of
her thighs, to the edges of her hips,
“I’m
just trying to hold out a little longer, baby.”

Riley bounces just enough to make her tits shake, and my
teeth ache to graze across her nipples some more.  But she’s got me pinned
down just enough to let me know that all she wants is to ride me into oblivion,
and who am I to deny my mate?

“So you still want me?”

I snarl, because she knows damn well how much I want her -
but then I see the smile on her luscious lips, and feel her starting to find
her rhythm again on top of me.  She’s being playful, and I fell for it all
too easily,
“You’re a fucking tease.”

“Oh I’m fucking
something alright,”
she’s pulling herself up to the edge of my dick, but
never allowing the thick head to pop out, before slamming back down to the
hilt.  
Over and over again, until I can barely take
anymore.
 She’s allowing me to control the speed with my hands on
her sides, but it’s not going to take long before I have to pull out, I know
it.  Between gritted teeth, I stare at where we are joined, and watch as
her own juices coat my dick, making a slippery slide between us, that I want to
join with my own,
“
Ril
-Riley,
I have to pull out - I’m not going to make it much longer.”

She slams down on it harder, and faster, ignoring the grip
on her that I thought I had.  I look up at her, beginning to tilt towards
the edge that I think I’ve been scared to cross all my life, and she puts her
hands back on my chest, her dark waves crashing around my face,
“Then cum in me.”

My eyes go a little wide.  Her words almost make me
cum on the spot, but I can’t - we didn’t talk about this.  We didn’t talk
about what would happen in our future.  
About kids,
about marriage.
 But when she tells me to cum, and I know what
could happen if I do, I almost give in - I want to bind her to myself in every
way possible.  A child between us would do that.  She slams back down
to the base, and I moan her name . . .
“That’s
it Avery, come on.  Cum.”

One foot is over the edge
already,
I won’t be able to keep up much longer.  I know that if anybody can handle
my inner wolf, it’s Riley, but I’m still scared to jump.

She hisses, trying to hold on just long enough for me to
join her,
“Please baby, I want you to
cum with me, and I’m so close!”

If it’s for her, then I’ll jump.

She only has to land on my dick one more time, and my
heart speeds up as I let out thick streams of cum.  My breaths are
staggered, and I stutter her name as she screams her release into the air.
 I swear I hear it turn into a howl, but I don’t know which one of us did
it.  My eyes are sealed shut.  

The release hits me so hard, that I feel like I’m flying
into the air.  Floating for just a moment, while I see faint stars under
my
eye lids
.

But as I crash back to reality, I snap them back open.

It’s not me that lands
,
it’s my wolf
.  And he wants to fuck her, too.