Wolf's Bane (4 page)

Tonight, Yeager and I would run.  It had been too long since we’d indulged our alter egos and both of us were itching to feel the rock and sand of the Utah Desert under our paws.  We invited Edie to come with us but she declined.  She told us we needed some time alone and she was right.  After finding a secluded camping spot to spend the night and making dinner, Edie offered to do the dishes so Yeager and I could run.

“We’ll see you in a few hours,” I said as Yeager and I stepped out of the old motorhome.

“Have fun, you two,” Edie said wistfully.  She was a bit envious that she couldn’t shift like I could.  Honestly, I wished she could.  Edie and I had been friends for a long time, since junior high.  We were opposites, just about as different as any two people could be, but we accepted one another for who we were.  We weathered the bullies and their insults through junior and high school together.  Edie, however, always had it harder than I did.

Her dad was an angry man who used to beat Edie and her mother.  They finally left him and showed up in Gold Canyon when I was in seventh grade.  But Edie’s dad never paid child support and she spent a lot of her childhood on public assistance.  She still lived with her mother until she followed Yeager and me to Slab City.  Edie had a rough life and the fact her mother drank too much didn’t help. She pretended her mother’s drinking didn’t bother her, but it did.

Together we made a strange pair.  I was always a big girl but Edie was built like a twelve year old boy and most of the time, acted like one.  Neither of us had a conventional home life either.  I never knew my father and Edie wished she’d never known hers.  As different as we were, we had a lot in common as well.  We understood each other and supported one another when things got tough, and things were tough more often than not.

“Don’t wait up,” I replied and closed the door behind us.  Yeager and I looked around and saw no one or nothing for miles.  No other camps, no lights.  We began to undress, folding our clothes and placing them on a rock near the motorhome.  Once Yeager was naked, he shifted becoming the gray wolf with the silvery streak down his back and the bright amber eyes.  The wolf that was Yeager turned to look back at our home on wheels.

“That is so freaking awesome,” I heard behind me.  I turned and Edie was watching through the screen of the kitchen window.  Yeager regarded her, his tongue lolling out.

“What are you, a peeping tom?” I asked and smiled back at her, set my panties down and then winked at my friend.  I then fell forward but by the time my hands hit the ground, they were paws.  I shook to settle my thick coat of glossy black fur with the white patch on my shoulders and then looked back at Edie.  Edie had that longing look in her eyes.  I regarded her for a moment before I turned and trotted off with my mate, Yeager.

We ran through the stark Utah desert, the orange and red rock now cloaked in darkness.  We picked our way through the jumble of stones and boulders, sniffing the ground and learning the secrets of this land.  Squirrels, jackrabbits, snakes, lizards, even a small herd of bighorn sheep had crossed our path at some point.  We spooked an owl from its perch on a rather large rock formation.  I slowed to watch it soar away.  As exciting as it was to explore a new place in my human form, it was nothing compared to doing so as a wolf.

I could scent things a human would never see, things that transpired days or even weeks ago.  I could smell the mouse cowering in fear at our passing, the rabbit’s skeleton that lay bleaching on the desert floor, the hawk that killed it and the turkey vultures that picked its bones clean in the days that followed.  I could smell the rain that had swept through a week or so past.  The landscape came alive to the wolf that I had become.  But most of all, I could sense the intoxicating scent of my mate as he chose his own path through the desert not far away.

We ran for at least an hour, searching and exploring.  At times, we ran together and at others, we ran apart indulging our curiosity separately.  Yeager, or rather the wolf he had become, was never far from my thoughts and his scent was never lost to me.  Finally, I found a sheltered cluster of boulders with a floor of soft sand in between the mammoth rocks.  I enjoyed the soft floor on my paws before I shifted and became Cassie once again.

It didn’t take but a minute before the gray and silver wolf approached, shifting as he came close.  He knelt before me, naked.  His hard, manly form caused my loins to stir.  His long, dark hair was a mess but Yeager brushed it from his face and then stroked his thick beard.  “Had enough?” he asked.

“No, I missed that.  Even a few days of only being human was a few too many.  But I miss you more,” I said.  I’d been cooped up with Yeager for several days in the motorhome but we weren’t alone.  I was glad Edie had come with us but I missed being alone with my mate.  Edie tried to give us some room but it wasn’t the same.

“I miss you too,” he told me, leaning forward and kissing me softly.  I cupped his face in my hands as our tongues mingled and our warm lips pressed together.  It was cold, even colder than the desert in southern California, but I barely felt it as we kissed.  The boulders that stood around us radiated the last of the sun’s heat but it was Yeager that really warmed me.  I pulled away, placed my hands on Yeager’s chest and pushed him backwards.  Yeager caught himself on his outstretched arms as I crawled between his legs.

“I get so damned horny when I run,” I said as I took Yeager’s already hard shaft in my hand and bent to lick his glans.

“I’ve noticed.  You look so pretty, fur ball.  Especially with your mouth full,” he said.  I smiled up at Yeager with my eyes as I wrapped my lips around his still human cock.  Yeager sighed as I slowly sucked him, playing with his heavy jewels as I did.  For my part, I was dripping wet.  This wouldn’t last long but it would be spectacular, I was sure.

I forced myself to wait, however.  I used my lips, tongue and hands to get Yeager ready, though he was ready the moment he found me nude here amongst the boulders.  He leaked into my mouth as the minutes passed and I savored his salty-sweet juices.  That, along with my own saliva, coated Yeager’s considerable length, running down his balls.  Soon, I couldn’t deny my longings any longer.  I abandoned my mate’s hardness and moved to straddle him.

“I’ve missed this,” I told him as I settled over him, took his shaft in my hand and guided it into my willing tunnel.  I moaned as I slowly sank down onto it and Yeager’s hands found my lush hips.  His fingers dug in to my flesh as his shaft filled me.

“You feel so good,” Yeager told me as I began to slowly ride him.

“Yeah, you too.  Why is it so good with you?” I asked though I already knew the answer.

“We’re mates.  We share something no human couple ever can.  We share a connection and it’s even deeper with you and me, fur ball,” Yeager told me.

“Yeah?” I replied and bared my fangs as I rode Yeager faster.

“Oh, yeah!” Yeager said and I felt him transform within me as he always did, especially after a hard run.  His body sprouted hair and his canines grew long.  He was not a wolf but he wasn’t quite himself either.  “Oh, you sexy wolfman, you,” I teased.  Yeager held my hips as I massaged my full breasts for his pleasure as well as mine.  He began to thrust from below, our flesh meeting with a succulent slapping noise.  His hard body met my soft behind and soon I shook and shuddered from the impact.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as a wild climax swept through me.  I let Yeager take over, hammering into me from below.  Like a wildfire, the orgasm burned through me, taking my breath away.  Yeager did not relent.  His large, animalistic member drove me crazy.  Soon I climaxed again, a rich, satisfying sensation that caused me to cry out.  Then Yeager’s hand found the patch of fur on my back and grabbed hold as he managed to fuck me even harder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fur ball,” he told me through clenched teeth.  I couldn’t respond now.  The pleasure was too much to bear.  My breath caught in my throat for a moment as yet another indulgent orgasm washed over me.  After a moment, however, I could not deny the need.  I lifted my head and howled like a wolf.  Yeager joined me as we shared a moment, each of us hovering between two worlds, not quite wolves but not really human either.

Suddenly, Yeager growled at me as he threw me onto the soft sand.  He loomed over me, his cock never leaving me.  He drove into me, his desperation apparent.  I sobbed as the pleasure overwhelmed me.  My legs wrapped around Yeager, pulling him even deeper.  The air swirled with stars and bright flashes of light as I arched in reaction to the most powerful climax yet.  I pounded my fists on the soft sand, the sensations almost intolerably satisfying.

Then my mate lowered his body onto mine, his arm slipping under my neck and his tongue invading my mouth.  I sucked it greedily as I was ravaged by our love.  I dragged my nails down his back, drawing blood I was sure.  Yeager tensed, his muscles flexing under the silver fur running down his spine.  He lifted his head, howling into the night as he filled me with his seed, its warmth flowing into me.  I howled as well, letting my inner wolf express its excitement and contentment.

When Yeager came back to himself, he looked into my eyes as he fought to catch his breath.  “I love you so much.  I’ve waited so long to have you.  I still can’t quite believe you’re mine,” he said.  I smiled as I felt his knot grow within me, an adaptation of wolves to insure the act was completed as nature intended.  Yeager, and all male shifters as far as I knew, shared the trait with our canine brethren.

“I still can’t quite wrap my head around it.  In some ways, it feels like I’ve known you my whole life but in others, it’s like we met yesterday.  All I know is that I love you desperately,” I told Yeager.  He breathed heavily over me as he drank me in.

“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.  We are a pack, mates for life.  I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said.  I knew of what he spoke.  He referred to Lady Violet and the apprehension we both felt about her.

“I know.  I won’t let anything happen to you either.  As a woman, you must be my protector but as a wolf, I’m at least your equal,” I told Yeager.  His eyes narrowed and he groaned.

“Yes, you are.  I find that so sexy.  You’re a beautiful woman,” he said touching the shock of white hair amongst my jet black tresses, “But as a wolf, you’re a serious badass.”  I giggled at that.

“And don’t you forget it, old man,” I replied and pulled him down to kiss me.  We shared a kiss but as the passion waned, I couldn’t take it.  “I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing my ass off,” I said.  Yeager smiled.

“Me too.  Let’s go back to the motorhome and fire up the heater,” he said.  I nodded.  We kissed again and separated, Yeager’s knot long gone.  He rolled away, shifting as he went.  A moment later, a gray wolf stood waiting.  I changed as well, wiggling to gain my paws as I did.  Now wearing my black coat with the white patch, I was no longer cold.  I looked at my mate and he knew what I wanted.  We headed away from the motorhome into the landscape beyond.  There was plenty of time for sleep and the desert begged to be explored.

~~O~~

We found Edie curled up on the sofa when we finally returned.  She had already fired up the heater and the motorhome was toasty warm.  It was well after midnight but Yeager and I could sleep in a bit.  The following morning, we woke to Edie making waffles, the same recipe I used to serve at the Rusty Skillet.  We both had been pressed into service in the kitchen from time to time and we knew our way around.  Such was the nature of a small diner.

“Those smell like Gold Canyon,” I remarked as I emerged from the bedroom.  Edie turned and smiled at me.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.  I’m always flooded with memories when I make these,” Edie replied.

“Good ones, I hope,” I told her.

“Yeah, of you and me growing up and working at the diner.  I miss that place sometimes,” she said.

“Me too but I’m happy where I ended up,” I replied as Yeager stumbled out in nothing but jeans rubbing his eyes.

“Smells like Gold Canyon in here,” he said.  Edie and I looked at each other and then at Yeager.  “What?” he asked.

“Get out of my head,” I playfully admonished him but it was too early for Yeager to comprehend.

“Geez, get some coffee,” Edie told him.

“You made coffee?  I love you, Edie,” I blurted out and grabbed a mug from the cabinet.  I handed it to Yeager, grabbed another and offered it to Edie.  She pointed at her full cup.  I took it and filled my mug and then grabbed the sugar and creamer and sat at the dinette.  Yeager joined me.

“He looks like a zombie,” Edie observed.  Yeager tested his coffee after adding creamer and sugar and then began to complain.

“She wanted to run some more after we...you know,” he began and Edie rolled her eyes and grumbled in mock disgust at the insinuation.  “She’s always all perky after sex.  I just wanted to go to sleep,” he finished.  I glared at him.

“Must be an old man thing,” I teased.  Edie burst out laughing and Yeager shook his head frowning.

“Breakfast is ready, you love birds,” Edie announced and brought us plates full of waffles and bottle of syrup.  She grabbed her own plate and joined us.  We ate, cleaned up the tiny kitchen and then pulled up stakes, so to speak. After we hit a truck stop for showers, gas and supplies, we were ready to push through to Lady Violet’s Wolfsbane Ranch.  The ranch, according to the map Violet had given us, was near Gunnison, Colorado, in the Rocky Mountains.  It would be a long day on the road but I was eager to see this Wolfsbane Ranch and learn Lady Violet’s secrets, even if I wasn’t sure about her intentions.

The desert landscape gave way to foothills as we approached the wall that was the Rocky Mountains.  Scrub became trees and sand became grass and brush.  The highway was no longer straight but meandering through the hills and valleys.  Once off the main highway on a narrow county road, we began to climb.  Now pine and cedar trees dominated amongst the gray rock of the rugged mountains.  Soon, the road became gravel but we had many miles yet to go.  After nearly an hour of dusty, treacherous road, we found ourselves in a broad valley covered in green grass and groves of aspen and pine dotting the hill sides.