C28 Oh. My. Goood

I laughed, "What? How did you have fun with women? Don't go all double standard on me, Paul . I know how to kick your ass."

His lip twitched. "I understand you've had female partners. So have I. But I don't have to like it."

"Yes. I understand. But I've never felt with anyone like I did last night. Does that help?"

"A lot. And ditto." He raised his glass, holding it high. I chuckled and raised mine to clink against it. "I guess we have fate to thank for that."

"Yes." A weight came then, fast and heavy. "It's a shame it had to happen this way."

"Hey." He grabbed my hand. "We're going to fix this shit. I promise."

"It still shouldn't be on you."

"Yes. It should." He let go of my hand. "Now eat. I'll tell you my story with Scott . But before that, I need to confess something to you. Something you might not take well when you lay it out for you to see."

"That sounds ominous." I eyed him warily. "Are you a serial killer or something?".

He smirked. "No."

"An evil villain?"

"No."

"Yeah. You don't have a mustache for that." I bit into my bacon. "I'm out of assumptions."

"I'm a wolf, Lara ."

"Okay," I said, wondering what the hell he meant. "Is that a metaphor for something?"

"No." Her face turned serious. "I'm a wolf. I can transform into a wolf. It's my secret."

"Are you trying to be funny?"

"No. I'm not. I'm telling you the truth. Do you want me to show you?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. My intuition flared in response, telling me to trust him. But my mind, my logical mind, wondered if I should run away from the creek and not look back.

"I'm on my way, okay?" He rose from his seat, speaking softly, waiting for me to run out. "Wait there. Don't take your eyes off me. And don't run. That's important, you hear me?"

I nodded, frowning.

"Good. Now, stay there." He backed away, taking several steps away from the table. "Keep looking."

So I did, eyes locked on his.

He took off his jeans. He was naked and I couldn't look away from his glorious appearance.Who could blame me?

My willpower almost broke, wanting to laugh as I watched a guy I'd recently had sex with, preparing to become a wolf. I had gone crazy. Or he had.

"Paul," I said, not comfortable with him making a fool of himself. What if he howled or started running around like a puppy? What the hell would I do then?

"Keep watching," was all he said.

Before I could even comprehend his plans, I witnessed him transform into a mighty wolf standing tall in white and gray colors. "Shit," I whispered, dropping the food I was holding in my hand. My eyes widened. My brain tried to search for an explanation, but found none.

Paul transformed back into a naked man and quickly dressed. My breath quickened and he ran toward me. My wild eyes tried to focus on him.

"Breathe, Lara, " he commanded me.

"A wolf?"

"Yes." He knelt in the grass at my feet. The raw honesty in his eyes, the silent plea for me to accept him, tore at my mind. I clung to his arms and closed my eyes, hoping to wake from a dream. But no. He was still here.

His expression filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

"A wolf?" I croaked.

He half smiled. "You've been following the stories, haven't you?"

I nodded, unable to find the words.

"Then let that part of you believe it."

"A wolf?" I tried again.

He sat next to me, straddling the bench next to the table. He rubbed my back, holding my hand. I tried to connect the dots, but my head hurt. It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

But then I thought about the wolves I had sculpted, about what I had seen when I had drawn it. My inner self had known all along, and I had seen it change with my own eyes.

Hadn't I always felt more than the world taught? Wasn't my art flowing through me like magic? Transporting me to another place and spilling my discoveries onto a blank canvas?

Finally, my regular breathing returned.

A wolf. A man turning into a wolf. He was a freak. And I understood why he was so protective of his people and his people. Why he kept it off the map and hid it. And Mery. Was she a wolf? The boy who worked in his garage, Henry? Was he a wolf?

Excitement clashed with the nerves in my stomach. And the deepest part of me, the part that felt, not the part that thought, glowed with pleasure.

"I'm fine," I said, swallowing hard, able to accept it. "I understand."

My sudden change in reaction surprised him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry I freaked out. But I expected you to make a fool of yourself. Not that you'd become a mythical animal."

"They're only mythical because of the way the world is today. It makes it worthwhile for us and other creatures to stay hidden."

"There are other creatures out there?" I gasped.

"We think so. But they, like us, stay hidden, so we only hear rumors." He rubbed my back again. "Are you sure you're okay with all this?"

"I am now." I laughed, incredulous. "A wolf?"

"You say that one more time and I'm going to suggest a game of shots."

"You just want to get me drunk so I'll sleep with you again."

"I don't need to get you drunk to do that." He leaned toward me and nuzzled my neck.

"Now I understand why you're an arrogant ass," I breathed at his touch. "You're the alpha of your pack, aren't you."

He chuckled against my skin. "You could say that, yes. But you're the kind of woman I find who won't settle for less."

"Yes. I can handle an alpha wolf."

"Is that true?"

"I found you, didn't I?"

She lifted her head and her eyes drew me in. "Yes. You did."

"Your secret is safe with me, Paul ."

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

He smiled contentedly. "Now let me pay you."

He moved down to kneel between my legs and spread them. I wore nothing under my shirt, and he knew it, wandering his hands over my naked flesh.

He looked down at my pussy; the breeze was hitting it. I drew in a shaky breath, wondering what would happen and if he would have the audacity to suck me off. But who was going to see? No one. And it was Paul's side that looked hungry. Eager for dinner.

He licked his upper lip, leaning closer to my core, and dug in.

"Oh. My. Goood." I moaned, my head falling back and my elbows resting on the table. His tongue flicked over my clit so fast my legs trembled, absorbing the intensity. He sucked, lapping up my juices, taking as much as he could.

He ate me well, dipping his tongue in, running it over my slit, licking my clit and giving me long licks.

"Look at me, Lara, " he demanded, refusing to continue until I did. With a moan of supplication, I did what he wanted and my narrowed eyes looked up at him.

Smugly, he continued to lick me, never taking his eyes from mine, and I cum hard on his tongue as I watched him drink between my thighs. "Mine," he growled, his irises bright, highlighted by need.

Paul crawled down my body, lifted me up and pulled me onto his lap. He penetrated me in one thrust, gripping my ass tightly and squeezing hard. He controlled the movement, bouncing me on his cock, never taking his eyes off mine.

Sounds came from my throat, roaring through the air, echoing through the trees. Flesh was bumping against flesh and he used one hand to rip the front of my shirt off. He drank my breasts, bobbing up and down with the movement of his cock, before grabbing my ass once more and pouncing on me.

I opened wide, soaking up every inch, and a guttural plea escaped me to do it as much as I could. And he did, moaning my name, digging his fingers into my buttocks and roaring as he cum inside me.

PAUL

After a conversation to calm Lara's concern by telling her that wolves didn't transmit anything during sex - since we had forgotten the condom that time - I found out she was on birth control and went back to fucking her. This time on the grass, and with her sweet taste still on my tongue, I longed for her lips around my cock. But that would come. We had plenty of time to explore and for me to fuck her some more.

We showered together and I took care of her; I washed her hair and body, trying not to do it to her again, but not succeeding. My willpower was not enough to stop me from pounding her hard from behind, playing with her little prick, while she rested her hands against the tiled wall and moaned with pleasure.

My wolf wanted to demonstrate his prowess, and the man in me was no slouch. Her moans of pleasure became a competition. I wanted to learn her sounds, her rhythm, and wipe out the memory of any man who had touched her before me.

Once satisfied, for now, we dried off and got dressed. I stepped away to call Manala while she finished getting ready.

"Thanks for last night, buddy," I said once she answered.

"Did you work it out?"

I hid a smile. "You could say that I did."

"Oh," he laughed. "That's the 'I'm being a gentleman, but I fucked her senseless' voice."

"Sometimes you're a rude bastard."

"I tell it like it is. Deal with it. Harry called. He's coming in early. Said he'd be with you later this afternoon. Something about Justin not shutting up, too excited to arrive. Max will be here tomorrow in time for the cookout."

"The cookout you organized." I said.

"Yeah, but it's all organized. I've got it all sorted out. We'll need help tomorrow getting everything ready at your house. You know how Sansa is when she tidies up."

Franquee's wife , the woman who was like a mother to me, was vicious when preparing for a celebration of any kind in the cove. Thinking of her previous events filled with tissue paper and fairy lights made me shudder.