6. (Includes Sexual Content)

 

From the nearby trees, two wolves watch the young women depart the small cabin, one at a time. The smaller of the canine pair, a brown and gray female shifts her golden gaze to look upon the large, black male beside her. 'Feeling peckish?' She asks, her voice, or what he knows to be her 'other' voice, finding its way to him via their usual telepathic avenue. His own eyes, also golden but deeper in hue, capture the sun's rays which filter through the leaves currently serving as their camouflage. He leans in to nip playfully at the scruff of her neck. 'You know I'm ALWAYS hungry.' He replies, his tone deep and heavy with implication. She chuckles then deftly spins about, tossing a backward glance about her left shoulder before bounding off toward the denser woodland.  The human snits were of little concern, despite what Callum thought, and she didn't wish to waste any more time upon them when she could be doing things far more...satisfying.

As the female initiates a bit of frolic, the male doesn't hesitate to give chase. They leap over boulders and weave about tree trunks, knowing every inch of this familiar territory. After several moments, his long legs quickly close the gap between them despite her breakneck speed and light footed canter. When he draws near enough to do so, he lunges forward, tackling her to the ground and causing the pair of them to tumble about. When they come to a stop, she finds herself pinned beneath him, yet not as the wolf she had been.

Her long, chocolate tresses now splay out about her on their cool bed of lush green grass. Her deep amber eyes flash with excitement from beneath thick, dark lashes and she leans upward to nip lightly at his lower lip...his very human looking lower lip. Having set out in wolf form, their shift back now left them without a stitch of clothing, and Esme's very captivating human form pressed against him. She wiggles about, feigning an attempt at escape, the act only increasing his arousal as the stiff peaks of her firm, full breasts graze the hair of his chest. "Kilesh..." she says, her breathing still rapid from their run. "...you know we shouldn't...not out here...where someone might see us." Despite her words, Kilesh easily recognizes the thrill of just that playing about her alluring visage. He knew well what it took to hold Esme's interest, and despite just how badly things could crash down upon them if their actions were found out, the thrill of the game made it all the more appealing.

His chuckle of amusement muffled as he none too shyly finds her mouth with his, Kilesh reaches down to grip one toned thigh with his large hand and lift it upward to rest at his hip. With her eagerness to assist him...to guide him, her slender fingers grip his girth and position him where he desperately wishes to be. With a gentle, exploratory nudge, he gauges her readiness for him, and as expected, no further coaxing is necessary. A small gasp escapes her lips as he sinks deeply within her on that first, delicious stroke, her hips rising to take every inch of what she's come to know as his. 

Esme had never set out to actually seduce Kilesh. In fact, it was never she who had initiated any sort of interaction with him beyond the usual flirtation she offered anyone with a pulse. As Callum's female, any man bold enough to bed her...Hell, even TRY to bed her...knew he was fucked more ways than one if caught doing so. Kilesh, however, had never allowed himself to be restricted by anyone or anything, thus his willingness to go against this very basic rule of the pack...don't fuck the Alpha's bitch. Aaaaand, this is why he now found himself balls deep in a no trespassing zone, and his far too handsome face sporting a rebellious grin. Never had he been the monogamous type, nor did he understand the whole possessiveness issue that some exhibited, but this new...whatever it was...with Esme was a whole new level of shit show. Callum was not just a big dude, he was a REALLY big dude, at least in his human form, but Kilesh had a good many years on him, and if it came to blows while in wolf form, it would be a pretty even match. Hell, he may even take him on a good day.

Of course none of this was currently plaguing Kilesh's mind as Esme was neither quiet nor shy when it came to sex, and already he felt the heated coil tightening at the base of his spine. His thrusting now powerful, matching his animalistic tendencies, he once more crushes his mouth to hers lest they call an unwanted audience. As Esme's inner muscles begin to quake about him, her back stiffening as she cries out against his lips, he allows himself his own release. Only once her body's spasms have coaxed him seedless does he remove his lips from hers, then with a fluid motion he rolls them about so that she may lie atop his now heaving chest. His fingers work their way within her dark, silken hair which always held the scent of lotus blossoms and she tilts her head to look upon his face. "Last time." She says, her breathing rapid and cheeks flushed. "Of course." He replies, having heard the same thing countless times over the last three months.

Without warning, Esme leaps up and off of him, the shock of the day's chill wind against his wet and harshly abandoned cock causing him a sharp intake of breath. "Fuck, woman...you're ruthless." She flashes him a faux apologetic smile then says, "I have to be back to open the shop by 3 and you have no idea how much work it takes to rid myself of your scent." With that, she takes off at a run, shifting mid stride then disappearing into the brush. Kilesh allows himself a few moments rest before shifting himself, opting as usual to take the long way back to his trailer so as to avoid any pack mates. He did in fact know how much work it required to remove another's scent, hence his route through some incredibly potent juniper bushes.

(Grrrr, So Kilesh is supposed to have some awesome tats, but since his body swap I haven't had a chance to redo them, sooooo.....imagine bunches of ink on him and hopefully I'll fix this soon.)

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