Full Moon on the Lake (7 page)

Forgetting where she was for a second, she was jolted back when Jacob placed his hand softly on her cheek; he seemed lost gazing into her face. She licked the pieces of crust from her lips as his eyes followed her tongue. His thumb itched to follow the path her tongue took. He lifted his hand to give her the rest of the pastry; she took it licking his fingers accidently as he slowly pulled his hand back. His breathe hitched at the touch of her tongue on his fingers. She shivered at the look of longing in his face.

He lifted his hand to her face caressing her jaw and cheek as his thumb rubbed the crumbs off her warm wet lips. Without thought, her mouth parted slightly and she licked his thumb. Jacob felt warmth flow through his arm, through his chest and down. Kate inhaled sharply as his thumb slid back and forth over her mouth. Her breath short and aching. He slowly bent toward her is eyes never leaving her lips and pressed a warm kiss to them. She inhaled tasting his breath and kissed him back tasting the sweet pastry mixed with him in her mouth.  His tongue slid in tangling with hers as she did.

Derrick stood scrapping his chair loudly bumping Jacob, as music started to play ending the moment.  He reached for Kyla’s hand and took her to an area set up for dancing.  Jacob stood and reached for Daniela taking the hint from Derrick to slow down. She took a sip of her wine to gather her emotions and allowed him to pull her up and onto the dance floor. ‘Take Me Home’, by Phil Collins, was playing softly in the background as they danced. With his arm firmly around her waist, she raised her hands to his shoulders. While the music played on, she barely heard the words as her fingers played with the slight curls on the back of his neck. Other couples danced around them as ghost, barely noticed by the two of them as the music changed from one song to another. They looked at each other lost in their own world.

Their bodies warm and inviting as song after song played.  Neither noticed the changes. His hand moved up and down her back in time with her heart, her breath hitched as his hands slowed on her butt and he pulled her closer. She could feel his interest in her against her stomach and heat radiated down between her thighs. Breathing became an ache in her chest her nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest through their clothes.

He danced them to the side of the cabin, unerringly away from prying eyes. She found herself against something hard and solid behind her but it just did not register completely. His hands moved slow and methodically over her shoulders, her back and down then up under her shirt. His hands slow and methodical, as if trying to memorize every centimeter of her. Their minds merged, she could feel what he felt. The silky softness of her skin, the muscles pulsing as she flinched to his touch. She could feel his fingers sliding along her skin and the sensation was over whelming, as if feeling her own body from two sides. His emotions mixing with her emotion like an explosion of lights, a damn bursting too full. Then out of control feeding the other like an echo that just would not end building higher and louder until she could think of nothing but the two of them.  Of her need, of his need. She needed more.

The tightness he was producing with his touch, gave the impression to lessen around her chest slightly, as her bra fell open and loosened. His hand sliding up to cup first one then the other of her full soft breasts. His thumb slide torturously across to pinch her already peaked and aching nipples. The buttons on her blouse came undone as though no longer able to contain what it covered, her head fell back her mind lost in his touch. He leaned down, her chest pushing toward him for more attention and replaced his hands with his mouth, suckling in her nipples like a starved babe at the breast. The tightness, the pleasurable ache returned and she melted into him.

Her moan was quiet and pleading. His hand slid down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs, finding her sexual heat and moisture pouring off her to drive him insane. His fingers searching with a mind of their own, finding her clit, began to play her nerves like a Stradivarius. She could hear music; sensual, needy, wanton not realizing she was creating the notes herself. She laminated and squirmed under his hands, pushing against him for more. Her breathing tight, shallow almost gasping. He watched her face her body answer the dance from the music he produced and he was losing control. He knew he needed to maintain his control he could not give into his needs or he would hurt her.

When her hands came down to touch him he grabbed her hands pushed them behind her holding both in one hand. If she touched him then, there in that moment, his control would be lost. He slid his other hand back down to find her hot and wet, and growled his approval. Her scent filled his nose, his senses fully aware of her need. His fingers slid between the folds to her opening and sunk into the soft warm velvet possessively. The heal of his hand pressed her clit as he rubbed hard against her, his fingers sliding in and out to the rhythm of their hearts beating like a drum beating faster and faster as rain drops in a storm. She moan pleading for release. Her breathing short and erratic. Trapped in her lungs.

His fingers slid in and out of her as she thrusted against him tightening with every thrust as though trying to keep his fingers in place. His head slid down to her breasts round, soft, inviting, as though they were begging, waiting for him to consume them, so he did. He suckled hard and bit at her nipples extruding quieted moans from her throat. He smelled her arousal leap as she bit her lip to keep from making any noise that would be heard by anyone but him, and he smiled. 

Pulling her other nipple into his mouth, he bit down gently and she jumped his hand flooded with her juices. Temptation pulled to him. He had to taste her now.   He needed to claim her in the way of the wolf. He moved his hands away from her as he slid down her jeans and her panties. She groaned in complaint of the loss of his hands, at the sudden the loss of what he was doing. Keeping hold of her hands, he knelt sliding one shoulder between her legs lifting one to his shoulder. Her scent of lavender, sweet pea and arousal hit him hard. His control tenuous at best slowly ebbing away. His free hand griped her thighs as his mouth pulled her clit. Her scream was muffled, she bit on her lip hard enough drawing blood to keep from being heard.  His tongue searched and found the juices flowing.

As his tongue entered her, he felt her tighten around his tongue, pulsing with pleasure. Hot. Sweet. Wet. The lightening of pain and pleasure jumped through her body into his. Everything he felt from her returned wrapped in the sensations he felt. Her emotions the pleasure the aching pain, ran through his mind as he worked hard to gain every drop she offered. The harder he worked the more she presented him. Both lost to the ecstasy of the moment, stars flashed like nova’s going off in their minds as she shivered and spasmed, her breath caught in a scream, which would never be released, and he drank his fill.

Her knees buckled, he quickly stood to catch her as she came down, her muscles no longer able to keep her standing.  Dressing her quickly he lowered himself to sit, pulling her into his lap, his hands closing her shirt as he placed her arms in front of her. Wiping the hair from her face, her eyes closed were unable to open.  He caressed her soft face kissing her temple. Kissed her eyes. Her cheeks all while rubbing her back and arms. He would never get enough of her. She was the beauty of the world in a small package, dangerous to his sanity. He looked at her in wonder, confused.  How could he have not known before that she was missing from his life?  How could he have been so content?

Slowly her eyes opened to look at him with wonder and confusion.

The night ended too quickly as parents gather their sleepy children to go home.  Daniela suddenly aware the music had stopped, stood shakily, her legs still like jello and moved around the cabin panicked. Jacob calmly followed watching her. The tables had been cleared, items packed up already, fidgeting she pulled away from Jacob. What had she done, how could she have let herself be controlled like that again?  Was she just stupid? She swore she would never be controlled, by any man in any way. Yet Jacob played her and she…. She stopped her thoughts.  Turning around she looked at Jacob; confused, warmth, love, need were all there in his face for her to read. She knew he saw the same thing in her face. Kate nervously wondering what she was supposed to do next.  Looking around she saw Derrick talking to Kyla as they both walked over, hand in hand, to where Daniela stood lost next to Jacob. 

“Jacob, it is time to go.” Derrick announced when he was close enough to be heard over the departing pack.  “Daniela offered a small hunters cabin for us to sleep in and that is where we are going to stay.” He turned away and kissed Kyla on the lips reminding her good-humoredly to whom she belonged. Looked at Jacob with a silent order and turned to leave.

Jacob sighed and faced Daniela. Taking her face in his hands, kissed her soft and sweet, then reluctantly turned to follow.

Daniela walked into the cabin chaotic at what had happen and stood staring at the one small bed, turned to Kyla in question. “I will take the couch if you want the bed.” She offered halfheartedly, her mind lost in thought.  Just as there was a knock at the door awakening Kate from her dazed look and Eric walked in with a cot.  She laughed uncomfortable mubbling, “Ok, I’ll take the cot.” 

Kyla laughed, “We are not fighting over who will sleep where; I will take the cot.”  Kate grabbed the extra blankets and sheets from the trunk by the wall, grabbed up a pillow off the bed and laid them on the cot for Kyla.  She was just too tired; too much in shocked to argue. She fell into bed after changing into her t-shirt and shorts with happy yet very confusing feelings of what had happened less than an hour before. Moreover, practically in public! Warmth spread across her face, as she turned red from the memory. Memory of those hands on her body, his mouth on her devouring her. Her fingers moved to her lips dreamily.

“Jacob,” she whispered sleepily, the warmth of those lips she still felt pressed to hers as she fell asleep.

6

The following days continued with more of the same information as the day before. Lessons on pack life, which included the chain of command, Derrick and Kyla’s status, elder roles and mating.  Someone was always at the cabin with her. Kate could tell they were not telling her everything but could not figure out what it could be. They crammed her mind with more information than she could have ever imagined. It left no time for her to be with Jacob, not that it would have been smart to be alone with him.  Yet, she longed for his touch. Almost to pain she needed his touch.  They explained that during a mating there was a never-ending pull to be with the other, yet something felt as though they were deliberately leaving something out, at least for now.

Derrick and Jacob came every day in the late afternoon staying for dinner and then leaving again for the night. As the days went by, Daniela noticed Jacob becoming more and more agitated when it came time to leave. Tonight he seemed to get really angry, everything was going fine then abruptly Jacob got irritated suddenly unable to focus on what was going on. He was short-tempered with everyone including her. She tried to help calm him by holding his hand rubbing softly a crossed his palm but not even that seemed to help.  He unexpectedly growled, and then grab her hand roughly.

Derrick grabbed a hold of Jacob and they both went flying out the door. Moments later Daniela heard a lonely, mournful howl and looked at Kyla.  The sound of that cry and the ones answering him back made her want to cry.  She felt as if she needed to run out the door to find him, give him comfort, but she was not ready and she knew it would only make matters worse.  She knew it was going to get bad from all the lessons she had been given, she had never really believed Jacob would lose control the way he did tonight.

Thomas and Eric relieved Derrick when he came out of the cabin following Jacob as he changed and darted off into the forest.  Nodding to the Alpha, they shifted and gave chase keeping an eye on him.

Kyla walked out after a few minutes and leaned against Derrick for support.  She rarely showed her emotions on the surface but Derrick could tell she needed his arms around her.  “How are you doing babe’?” He asked as his arms wrapped tightly around her. 

“I miss you; this mating just makes it so much harder.” She laid her head on his chest, “I feel for the both of them, it feels almost like we are going through our mating all over again.” Derrick sighed in agreement.

Serena came out of the shadows, smiling at her alphas, knocked on the cabin door and walked in smirking at the both of them as she closed the door.  “I think she just told us to go play?” Kyla laughed. 

“Well let’s not disappoint the lady and not take her up on her offer.”  Derrick replied smiling like a little boy about to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.  Kyla took off around the corner stripping as she ran changing shape on the fly daring Derrick to catch her.  She had gone several hundred yards when she heard Derrick’s howl accepting the challenge.

It had been a week since they could run together, so it didn’t take long for Derrick to catch up nipping Kyla playfully on the leg as he pass her. She picked up speed to run beside him.  They ran through the forest chasing the deer and other nighttime wild life feeling free to run, feeling the wind blow through their fur.  They jumped over logs, through brush and over the river until they became exhausted. Stopping in a small glade they dropped and shifted into each other’s arms. Light from the moon shown down on them like a spotlight in a theater and they were the main focus of the play. The coolness of the night and the dew on the grass cooling their bodies from the long run.

Derrick brushed the hair from her eyes as he rolled her to her back and kissed her showing he had missed her desperately for the last week. She returned the kiss just as urgently.  Losing control Derrick grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head, kissing her neck down to her breast pulling the nipples into his mouth sucking hard and desperate. She moaned loudly arching her back pushing her breast toward him for more.  His hands slid down the curve of her body until it found her hip then slid across to her mound, frantic for what he had been missing.

Finding her wet his hand messaged her; the heal of his hand applying pressure on her clit as his fingers sunk into the warmth of her womanhood.  He played her as if she was a violin, he knew what cords to hit, what strings to strum making her sing in pleasure as she moved to meet him movement for movement. She clinched tight around his fingers and flew over the edge screaming a crescendo silencing the forest around them. 

Before she could come down he flipped her over on her knees and entered her from behind roughly, slamming hard and deep. He intended to prove how much he still needed her, the feel of her around him; the closeness only she gave him. Her desire so strong she rocked back into him wanting to feel him deeper inside her. He held her tight around the waist with one arm while the other hand moved and found her clit again driving her toward another orgasm. 

As he was about to cum, he bit down on the back of her neck sending her over the precipice again, hard.  She tightened around his cock, he stiffened as she sent him over and he filled her with his seed.  Their minds joined sharing each other’s orgasm; extending it while the sensations bounced between them continually.

Hours later Derrick was not sure what woke him, so he just enjoyed the feel of Kyla’s warm, soft body on top of his and rubbed her back gently as he listened to the sounds of the night. Everything sounded peaceful, yet he could not throw the urgency that something was not right.  Hating to do it, he tenderly moved Kyla and kissed her awake.

“Hey you.” She said smiling groggily when her eyes opened, gazing lovingly into his eyes.

“Hey you.” He answered back, “It’s time we got back.” 

She groaned her protest at leaving so soon and he nipped her neck playfully then rose, reaching down to help her up.  Reluctantly she accepted his help and brushed the leaves off her body seductively, laughing girlishly. He slapped her on the ass and gave her an ‘I wish’ look then shifted and waited for her to shift. When she did, they raced back to the cabin like two kids who were late coming home from a date.