Miracle Wolf for Christmas (6 page)

He
rubbed the back of her hand. “I can trust you to keep this to yourself?”

“Oh
yeah. I don’t think I’m going to be telling this story anytime soon.”

“And
how about you, Ally, what’s your story?”

“It’s
not as unusual as yours, that’s for sure. I’m from Kalispell. I’m one of two
children and have always loved animals. Met a vet and fell in love with him.” She
looked down into her glass. Had a teardrop fallen? She was always shocked just
how quickly she could cry even with the mention or a mere thought of Andy. “I
married him three years ago, but he was killed.”

Kent
squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry, Ally.”

“Drug
addict broke into his surgery. He didn’t know Andy was working late and he shot
him.” Ally’s lower lip trembled as she relieved the horrible story in her mind.
The police coming to the door just as she was unpacking the first of the baby’s
nursery furniture. Andy was going to put the crib and changing table together
that weekend. “Did you know that people get high on what vets use to euthanize
animals?”

Kent
shook his head and swept away a tear that she knew was close to entering her
mouth.

“I
was pregnant.”

He
took both her hands and squeezed them. “
It’s
okay,
Ally, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No,
I want to. I haven’t cried like this in forever…well apart from Christmas Eve.
Not even when they sent me to a counselor. I lost the baby six weeks later. I
was six months pregnant and I gave birth to a stillborn girl.” Ally couldn’t
help herself, she burst into tears and fell onto Kent’s shoulder. He rubbed her
back as her sobs got louder.

“Ally,
what
can I
say?” he whispered. “I hope they caught the
man and that he’s facing his punishment.”

She
nodded. He was locked up, but it was Ally who’d been serving the time. She was
the one whose life had been changed. She’d been denied a husband, a baby, a
future.

“It’s
why I was working on Christmas Day. It’s the first Christmas without him and
the anniversary of his death is coming up on January fifteenth.”

“I’ll
help you get through this, Ally. I promise you, I’ll make you forget you ever
felt the pain of loss.”

Chapter Nine

Kent
intended to keep the chocolate covered strawberries to accompany the champagne,
but he couldn’t think of a better time to pull them out of the fridge than now.

Life
was a bitch for some people. Poor Ally losing her husband like that. He’d like
five minutes with the guy who shot him. He’d gather up a bunch of fellow
shifters and they’d show him what pain was all about.

Wolves
howled in the not so far off distance as he carried the tray of berries to Ally,
who now had her shoes off and was lounging on the floor by the fire.

“The
wolves are saying it’s going to snow,” said Kent.

Ally
sat up. “You can understand them?”

“Sure.”

“You
know, you might want to think about joining the team. You could give us some
insight into what they’re thinking and feeling.”

He
put the tray down. “I don’t know what my fellow shifters would think about
that.”

She
turned over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling when they howled again.

“Sounds
like there’s a party about to start,” said Kent.

“You’re
joking, right?”

“What,
you think wolves don’t party when it’s the New Year?”

“Now
you’re messing with me.”

“I
am, but they are gathering someplace tonight.”

“And
you can talk back to them?”

“You
want to hear me tell them Happy New Year?”

She
looked at him and smiled. She had a gorgeous smile, which made it all the more heartbreaking
that less than thirty minutes ago, she’d been crying non-stop.

“Help
yourself to strawberries while I go outside and send our greetings.” Kent
walked to the door, stepped out onto the porch, and howled.

Seconds
later, wolves—not only the ones they’d heard earlier, but two other packs—howled
back.

Ally
was now right beside him. “What did they say?”

“Happy
New Year to you, too.” He wasn’t lying, that’s exactly what they’d howled.

“Teach
me how to howl,” she said.

“What,
right now?”

She
nodded.

“Okay,
put her head in the air like this and take a deep breath.” He stood behind her
and held her. “Now put your lips like this,” he said, touching them. “Just go
for it.”

Her
first attempt was awful. It sounded like a wolf that’d had its paw trampled on.

“More
lip action,” he said.

The
second attempt was better, but he didn’t let her try a third because he turned
her around and used those lips for another purpose. Kissing her.

Tiny
flakes of snow circled them as he slid his tongue across her lips. It was like
a scene from a romantic movie, apart from the fact that Kent never had been a
romantic type of guy.

“Let’s
go inside and get warm by the fire,” he said. He took her hand and led her back
inside. She sat in front of the fire while he put another piece of firewood
onto it. The last thing he wanted was it going out or it getting cold in here.

He
sat down beside her. Their arms brushed against one another. He offered her a
strawberry.

“You
haven’t told me what you do for a living?” asked Ally. She peeled off some of
the chocolate and put it into her mouth.

“A
little of this and that. I guess you could call me a free spirited
entrepreneur. I just sold a business in Portland and now I’m back here and
looking for my next venture.”

“That
sounds like fun.” She rested her head on his shoulder. He inched in closer to
her. She was warm, she smelled of a floral based perfume, and for the first
time, he loved the human scent on her.

Kent
put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it.

“If
I hadn’t run into you last week, did you have plans for the holidays?” she
asked.

“Not
really. I’m a traditional shifter and holidays aren’t our thing.”

“Yet,
you’re here tonight with strawberries, which are wonderful by the way, and
champagne.”

“I
can make exceptions when I meet a sexy woman.”

“No
one’s ever called me sexy before.”

“Not
even your husband?”

“He
called me honey bunny.”

Kent
smiled. “You do know wolves devour rabbits, right? Come to think of it, you
were wearing a red coat and it had a hood, too. Maybe I’ll call you Little Red Riding
Hood.”

“And
what’s the big bad wolf going to do to me?”

There
was something very sexy in the way she’d asked that question.
 
He turned to her and inched his body around,
forcing her to lie on her back. He straddled her. “What would you like me to
do?” he asked.

“I’d
like you to be bad.”

“That
I do very well.” Kent howled and she laughed.

He
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the sides apart. Her chest rose and fell and
he heard her heartbeat picking up. He smelled her arousal building second by second.
He ran his finger over the tops of her breasts, noticing that the clasp was at
the front. He popped it open with a flick of his fingers. It parted and quickly
exposed her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and acting like a beacon to
him. He lowered his mouth to the right one and sucked. She tasted as good as
she smelled. He drew his tongue across it and then did the same to the left
nipple.

Her
breasts were round and heavy and he couldn’t help but hold them in his hands,
take their weight, and admire their beauty.

“Little
red riding hood’s very sexy,” he said.

Ally
lifted her hand and ran it down the side of his face.

He
slid open the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He opened her
pants further to reveal her black lace panties. Kent desperately needed access
to every part of her.

“Lift
that cute butt of yours,” he said.

Ally
swung her hips upward, allowing him to pull both jeans and panties down her
body and legs. Kent admired the thick, dark curls sitting at the top of her thighs.
He ran his fingers through them.

“If
you ever think I’m overly obsessed with these, I am. Female shifters are bare
here and I love these little curls.” He pulled on a few.

“I
would ask why they don’t have any pubic hair, but I’m scared it will spoil the
moment.”

Kent
smiled while pushing her thighs apart.
 
She was all glistening and pink. He played
with her folds and then found her clit.

“Don’t
tell me they don’t have clits either.”

“They
do, but inside their pussies.”

Ally
sat up.

“Don’t
ask me anything about that either because I don’t know why,” said Kent. He
played with hers for a bit.

“Inside,
you mean a G-spot?”

He
pushed his finger inside her, obviously taking her by surprise. “It’s right
here, and if we don’t hit it right, they can be bitches when it’s their mating
cycle.”

Ally
laid back down. “This is all so strange.”

“What,
me playing with your pussy?”

“No,
learning about the shifters.”

“Let’s
not talk about them now and let me just enjoy your body.” He pushed her legs
farther apart and leaned in to take his first taste of her.

“I’ve
never had this done before,” said Ally.

Kent
looked up. “Your husband never gave you oral sex?”

Ally
shook her head. “I guess we weren’t as adventurous in the sex department.”

“Oh
baby, you’ll be a different girl when I’m done with you.”

Kent
spread her labia and placed is tongue on her opening. Lucky for her, this was
one of his specialties.
 
He rested his
hands on the top of her thighs and lapped at her, allowing his tongue to slowly
go inside her. She groaned and murmured something over and over again, but he couldn’t
quite hear what it was. He delved deeper with his tongue, flicking it as
quickly as he could, feeling her thighs quiver and her lower body shake. She
was about to come—he knew how to read a female’s body, and not just a shifter
woman.

“Oh,
my…”

Her
pussy squeezed the end of his tongue. He withdrew it, glancing up to see her
cheeks flush and her eyes roll.

“Wow,
how did you learn to do that...no, maybe I don’t want to know.” She sat up. “I
guess it’s about time for you to have some pleasure.”

****

Kent
swooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom. She felt his
erect cock brushing against her ass cheeks and it gave her that warm, tingling
feeling she got when she was about to come. He sat her down on the plaid quilt.

“I
have condoms,” she said.

“I…”

“You
don’t like wearing them?”

“I’ve
never worn one.”

Ally
reached over, took one out of the box and patted the bed for Kent to sit beside
her.

“Lie
here and it will be on you in seconds.” She tore open the package and placed it
on the end of his shaft.

“That
is tight,” he said, wiggling around.

“It
has to be.”

“Hope
I can still feel that pussy of yours.”

“Sure
you will, and now you’re all set to be as bad as you want.”

 
He rolled over and kissed her. She put her
hand on his cock and began to stroke him.

“You
have strong hands,” he said.

“You
like them?”

“I
love them, especially when you do this with them.”

He
covered her fingers and rolled them over the tip of his shaft. The need to have
him inside her was dire. She fell onto her back and opened her legs, hoping
he’d take the hint.

He
did. Kent lifted his dick, tickled her opening with the very tip of it, and
then slid it inside her. He took the weight of his body as he lay across hers
and began a slow, steady thrusting motion. She clung to him, knowing that them
getting together tonight was just for the purpose of them both having mind-blowing
sex, period. However, she also felt a wonderful connection with another human
being—okay, correct that, a man from another planet—that made her think that
maybe there was a future for her that wouldn’t be tears and sadness.

Kent
picked up speed and intensity, sweat building on his chest that glistened in
the low light of the room. She outlined his biceps with her fingers. He stopped
moving, and instead made his cock beat a steady time inside her, hitting all the
walls of her pussy.

Hoping
she wouldn’t hurt him, she sank the fleshy parts of her fingers into the
muscles of his arms. She knew why he could do this, to excite the female
shifters and their inner clits.

Ally
bit her lip, feeling her orgasm building. Her toes tingled, warmth spread up
her calves, and then
kaboom
.
The first climax of their coupling.
 
She
breathed deeply as his cock picked up tempo. Another one was on its way. She
braced herself and then cried out only to feel another one replacing the
previous one. Could she take Kent home and bring him out whenever she was
lonely or in need of a good fuck?

He
began thrusting again, this time quickening his pace, moving his hips with more
urgency. She buried her nose into his neck. She took deep breaths. She loved
the smell of him, part something wild, part spicy cologne. Another climax was
on the horizon. Blood rushed to her pussy. She flexed her toes and dug her
fingers into his biceps again.

His
sweat dripped on her as she came fast and hard. She raised her hips as their
bodies slammed into one another, and then Kent climaxed, too.

They
didn’t say a word, but he stayed deep inside her. They looked at one another.
Kent rested his forehead on hers.

“Best
way I’ve ever spent New Year’s Eve,” he finally said. “You want some of that
champagne? We can drink it here in bed.”

“That
sounds a great idea.”

While
Kent went to fetch the drinks, Ally turned back the quilt and sheets and got
under them. She fluffed up the pillows and lay back just as he returned
carrying two glasses and the bottle of champagne.

“You
look cozy,” he said.

She
pulled back the covers for him to snuggle in beside her.

“Oh,
this feels so good,” said Kent. He handed her a glass and then poured her the
champagne.

“Wow,
the bubbles have gone up my nose,” said Ally.

Kent
smiled. “Means you drank too fast.”

“Really?”

“Hey,
we wolves know all about these things.”

“How
often are you a wolf?”