MYSTIQUE 17
It has been a long day, after hearing that another woman was killed everyone spent the day talking about everything that has happened before. I had heard about the killings, but I didn’t know everything that had happened before in detail.
Knowing how close the killer has been sometimes has me worried. The police came to talk to one of the prospects earlier on, after they questioned him, Fang and King disappeared with the prospect. I don’t know what happened, but King was looking furious.
I don’t know how long they will take; I will try to keep awake to make sure that Fang is fine as I know that everything that happened today will be upsetting him, but with everyone around, and the Elementals staying the night at the cabins, it was difficult to find time with him.
Sliding into bed I sigh in pleasure, these last couple of months have been everything I could ever want with Fang. He is a strong, caring mate that I am lucky to have bonded with. I slide my hand down my body to my stomach and smile.
Since arriving at the Wolverine MC and mating with Fang, it’s the first time that I haven’t got my period, and today the smell of food made me nauseous. I never thought that it would happen so soon after mating, but I’m pleased it did.
To be fair it’s not as if we have been trying to prevent a pregnancy, if anything, Fang has a voracious appetite when it comes to me, and I am just so happy to appease his hunger.
The image of a little Fang running around has my heart racing in happiness. Fang and I haven’t discussed children, but I’m sure that he will be as happy as I am about the fact that I might be carrying his child. To think that if Grimm had got his way, I would have missed all of this. I hear the door opening quietly, and then close. I see Fang pulling off his kutte, and then he is hanging it on the back of the only chair in the room.
It is amazing how passionate he is about this motorcycle club. I would never have thought before that he would have joined a club, but once I realized that all the other members are shifters too it made sense. I thought that it would be difficult to integrate into another pack, but everyone here is great.
It is clear to see from the men that they have been broken at some point in their life, and in one way or another they have all found each other here. I am glad that Fang found these men, because it is clear that they all care for each other.
“You're still awake!” Fang asks as he walks towards the bed naked, his body still has my heart skipping a beat. The tattoos that he has acquired throughout the years only go to enhance every sinew of his body. Everything about Fang excites me.
I know that he’s a hard individual, but life wasn’t easy for him. What’s important is the fact that he is caring and soft with me. “I was waiting for you.” I reply as he slides into bed next to me, he pulls me into his arms. A sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes in pleasure.
I know that I bring him peace, that I am the calm in his raging storm. Living with wolves my whole life I know how enraged they can get without that softer side calming them. I am pleased that I can be that for Fang. “Are you okay?” I ask.
He turns his head, opening his eyes and he looks at me. His eyes glowing in the moonlight that is shining in through the window. “I am now.” He murmurs as he lowers his head kissing my forehead.
“Do you think the Elementals will find who is killing the women?” I ask.
“They have good techniques that we don’t, I am hopeful that if anyone can, then they will.” He says as I slide my naked leg up and down his own leg feeling the warmth that is Fang surrounding me.
“I hope so.” I whisper hating the fact that someone can be so evil. I gasp as suddenly he is pulling me under him as he hovers over me, his eyes intense as he looks down into mine.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promises, just before he lowers his head and kisses me with a passion that I am now familiar with. Fang knows just how to ignite an internal furnace in me that burns with an eternal flame.
His hand slides up my calf to my hip, the feathery touch of his fingers raising goosebumps throughout my body. I love this man with my whole being, I have always loved him. He lifts his head kissing across my cheek to my neck, nibbling, nipping, kissing, driving me crazy with desire.
I raise my hands to his back, running my nails over his skin which has him throwing back his head and moaning in pleasure. I would smile if it wasn’t for my own body feeling like a bubbling force waiting to be released.
Even though Fang is all man, he still likes his scratches and petting, just like when he’s in his wolf form. The other day, for the first time since mating with Fang, I saw his wolf again. We spent half the day sitting under a tree while I stroked his soft fur.
I suddenly groan loudly when his lips touch his mark on my shoulder. I find that no matter how much time passes it is always sensitive to his touch. The hand that was stroking up my body is now over my breast, tweaking my sensitive nipples.
“Fang” I whisper as he rocks his lower body against mine. His cock like a silk covered wand, teasing me with its magic power. He moves down my body until his lips close around my pebbled nipple.
I feel every fibre in my body at attention, every stroke of his tongue has my body gushing with a craving lust that only his masterful touch can feed.
His lower body once again rocks against my exposed needful lips. “What have you done to me?” I groan, feeling like a puppet being driven by my cravings.
“Make you feel good.” He mumbles against my skin, and this time when he lowers his hips do rock against me in torture again, I slide my legs around his hips holding him against me. I know that he can break free of my hold anytime he wants, but he doesn’t, and instead starts rubbing his body against mine.
“Fang, please.” I gasp as I feel the need to have him deep within me, buried so deep that we won’t know where I start, and he ends. Two parts of one whole.
Running his hand down my stomach to the junction between my legs he leans back and then adjusts himself at the entrance to my most desperate pit of lust. He starts to slide his welcoming hardness inch by agonizing inch.
I try to lift my hips, but he stops me, instead continuing with his slow torture. “You're going to kill me.” I groan.
“At least you die happy.” He grunts as he suddenly thrusts deep into my very depths.