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“Ahhh. That’s so good. Hell, Rik, if I didn’t know better I’d swear you just got bigger inside me.”

She chuckled hoarsely, and he thought she had just made it up, but it brought Rik up sharply, and he started to slow.
Shit. It couldn’t be
. But his body took over, and he couldn’t stop himself thrusting in again and again as his balls tightened.

Keening whimpers started coming from Summer’s mouth. “Oh God, oh God. Ahhhh.”

That was enough to push him over the top, and his semen shot up out of Rik as he climaxed, clenching onto Summer’s hips to stop himself from falling on top of her.

Breathing heavily he shook his head to regain his senses and take stock of the situation. Yup, just as he feared. He had swelled inside her.
How the hell am I going to explain this?
It had never happened before, apart from when he had mated with Leevi. Only then it had been Leevi locked into him.
But by God, it feels good
. So how to tell her he could be locked into her for the next thirty minutes or thereabouts? Just like real wolves, that was one of the joys, and annoyances, of being wolf shifter, except that the swelling usually took place before the climax. Hell, he was still hard as well as swollen.

Summer started to move beneath him, so he came to the conclusion that decisive action was called for. Thinking quickly he started to move inside her in a circular motion since he couldn’t move any other way. But he had to be careful as he didn’t want the condom to split. Very careful considering how big he now was.

She glanced back, startled but curious. “Yikes, Rik. What are you doing?”

Holding her hips steady as she tried to pull away, he told her, “Like it? Stay still and enjoy it.” He knew he was pressing on her G-spot. He might have had relations with men and knew where the prostate was, but he had also had several girls and knew exactly where their G-spot was too. He winced a little at the acknowledgement of how many one-night stands he’d had, well, before Leevi anyway. Since then Rik had avoided casual sex, worrying about the animal part of himself. Sure, he did have sex still, but not as often as before.

Summer whimpered. “Oh God, Rik, that’s fabulous, but how on earth can I feel like this when I’ve just climaxed?”

Chuckling, he stated, “You’ve just never had such a great lover before. It’s something we Finns are renowned for. There’s nothing else to do in the winter after all.” Yes, it was partly a joke, but not entirely, he grinned to himself.

She scoffed at his blatant arrogance. “Huh! Are all Finnish men so…”

“So good-looking? So amazing in bed?”

Barking a laugh, she replied, “I was going to say big-headed and full of bullshit.”

“Oh, a dare. Bring it on, Brit-girl. You’ll go back home telling your friends how wonderful Finnish men are by the time I’m finished with you.”

That got a long moan from her as he pressed downward on that special place within her. “Shut up, Finn-boy, and put your money where your mouth is.”

Smiling at her sassy attitude, Rik tried to think back to what Leevi had done that time. Of course, this would be different, but he remembered Leevi’s hands caressing his butt, and groaned at the wonderful memory. God, he missed him so much. And yet he loved what he was doing with Summer. It felt right, just like being with Leevi had felt right, and that confused him mightily. How could he feel the same strong emotions about this girl so quickly that he had experienced with Leevi? Yet, he recalled, with a start, the extent of the connection he had felt with his former lover had been right from the beginning, before he had even gotten to know the man.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he concentrated on the current moment. They couldn’t stay on their knees for the next half hour or however long it took, so he wrapped an arm around her waist and very carefully, with some grunting of his own and a squeak from Summer, eased them onto their sides.

When she relaxed again, he proceeded to fondle her butt like he had been thinking of doing, enjoying the firmness of her muscles that came with her job. He was still moving inside her slowly and could feel her orgasm rising again, her shivers and jerks giving her away, so he reached around and fingered her clit, rubbing his thumb over the swollen nub, so hot and trembling, wet and silken.

“Ohhhh. Ahhhh. Christ, Rik.” That came out in one long explosion, and Summer took a long breath back into her depleted lungs as her body jerked in her climax. He gritted his teeth, his own orgasm not far off, but the wolf in him wanted to wait. Then he noticed the hairs on his arms were getting longer.
Hell.
He yanked his arm behind her so she didn’t see, and took a deep, calming inhalation of air, letting it out very slowly.

For a few moments all he heard were the sounds of their breathing in unison as she seemed to match his long, slow exhalations. Then Summer wriggled her hips. “I can’t believe you are still inside me, and hard.”

He leaned forward and kissed her ear. “Believe it, darling.”

Back in control of his body, but still rocking gently inside her, he ran a hand inside her thigh, aware of her juices trickling down her leg. On an impulse he gathered the juices and rubbed them into her butt, enjoying the scent rising as he did, which told anyone who smelled her that she was his. He hoped she didn’t ask what he was doing because he didn’t have an easy excuse. Maybe an old Finnish custom? He might be able to pull off that party line to hide the existence of werewolves.

As he ran his hand along her buttocks, he rubbed his thumb over her puckered hole and suddenly became aware of an overwhelming urge to fill her in every capacity. When she started moaning again he saw that he had entered her tight hole with his thumb without meaning to. He was startled that she might like being breached there. He’d never done it with a girl, only a guy. His thoughts started rioting with images of what it would be like if she had another lover making love to her at the same time as he did.

Christ. I’m a pervert
. But as he removed his thumb and thrust into her pussy again, aware he had relaxed enough to complete his orgasm he ignored a strong desire for someone else to be fucking him while he was inside her and exploded inside her for the final time with a loud cry, his body jerking behind her. But it was enough, and he finally softened enough to slip out of her.

Summer was panting, her bosom heaving and glistening with sweat. Without a word she closed her eyes, snuggled more comfortably on the mattress, and sighed in a manner that suggested she was about to rest there for the night. Rik would not have wanted it any other way.

Kissing her shoulder, he wrapped his arms around Summer’s shoulder, holding her close. He was relieved to have got past that moment, and then he grinned. It had been rather fabulous while it lasted.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Holy hell
.

The first thought to run through Summer’s waking mind was just that.
Wow
. Her body felt supple, lean, and nimble after a night of pleasure and multiple orgasms, and she found herself stretching languorously on the bed, like a sated cat, practically purring, even if it was a rather inappropriate analogy.

Yes, orgasms of this caliber were definitely new to her, same as spending a night of genuinely hot passion with a virtual stranger. All the flings she’d had over the years had given her sexual experiences of varying quality with different kinds of men, but she remained emotionally withdrawn and had surrendered her heart to no man. True passion, like she had shared with Rik, came along once in a blue moon.

Stifling a yawn, Summer brushed her blonde hair from her face and turned to lie on her back. Her last night’s amazing lover, Rik was softly snoring next to her, lying on his stomach, his handsome face buried in the pillow, his muscular arms crunching the sheets around him. He was fast asleep, Summer gathered, and she sighed. As much as she was tempted to rouse the man from his slumber for another bout of passionate lovemaking she had a schedule to keep.

Well, not so much a rigorous schedule as a firm plan she wasn’t willing to abandon in the arms of a guy, no matter how accomplished a lover he had turned out to be. Because of her wolf, her natural inclination to love ’em an’ leave ’em reared its ugly head. Still, Rik was special, and there was an odd and equally natural pull within her heart to remain with him.

She quickly shrugged off the emotional residue of the post-orgasmic high, and knew any man would be better off without her anyway.

Cautiously slipping out of bed, Summer made her way to the bathroom on tippy toes. The building was old, and the wiring made the lights flicker noisily a bit before settling into a balmy glow, and, letting out a worried breath, she quietly closed the door. The shower head merely trickled lukewarm water over her body as she stepped under the pitiful spray, and she shivered, washing the remains of last night from her skin quickly.

As her fingers touched her pussy, the enticing impulse to relive the sex she had had with Rik by pleasuring herself was too strong to resist. She bit her lower lip hard to prevent herself from whimpering as her fingers continued to caress and arouse her clit to life. Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to fall back against the cool tiles as her fingers worked past her clit and deeper inside the hot, wet crevice, thrusting in harder to reach the edge of delight.

Suddenly there was a loud thump from the apartment above her. She started, frozen in place, irrationally afraid she had been seen through solid walls.

“Get a grip, girl,” she admonished herself, part amused and part annoyed. Anyway, the moment of arousal was gone. Harrumphing, she finished, got out, and dried herself off, letting the towel rest to dry over the radiator.

All was still in the bedroom, the thin, light-hued curtains letting in a little morning sunshine. Summer could tell it was cool outside from the frost flowers gathered on the corners of the windows, so she made her way to her bag and dug inside for warm clothes. She wondered in passing whether she should put on tights and an undershirt to ward off the nippy climate of
Finland
in the spring. But her wolf hated the tightness and constricting feeling of any kind of underwear so she stuffed the clean underwear back into the bag and went with nudity. In the end, she chose simple, well-worn gray jeans, a tight, amber-colored T-shirt, and a vermilion-hued woolly blouse over it, tying it around her waist with long ribbons that were attached to the blouse. Her one fashion indulgence was scarves, so she had this light-strawberry colored one she adored and quickly wrapped it around her neck. She had several pairs of shoes to choose from—high heels, espadrilles, and leather boots. Since she knew nothing about rural
Finland
and the terrain there, she decided to go with her light-brown, mid-calf leather boots she quite liked.

Ready to make her departure, Summer paused mid-intent and turned to look at Rik asleep in bed, viewing his strong back bare. Worrying her lower lip again, she was uncertain whether to wake him, or not, for goodbyes. She was used to doing things on her own, and Rik might decide to tag along and show her the ropes. Though in an unfamiliar country, Summer was certain she could find her own way, and this was her journey. Learning something intimate, like long lost relatives, was a private affair after all. Besides which if she found out that they were werewolves like she was it would be something she couldn’t share with a human.

Finding herself pen and paper, she hastily scribbled a note for him.

 

Dear Rik,

I’m sorry I didn’t wake you before I left, but we had a pretty strenuous night, and you needed your rest. I have a long ride ahead. I told you about my search for living relations. I’m going to
Central Finland
to a village called Pajuskylä, near a town called Ruovesi. I was told Finnish names all mean something. I’m not quite sure what these names mean, but I am sure I will figure them out, and find the right place too.

Thank you for last night, for giving me shelter, for the great company, and definitely for the sex. When I come back to
Helsinki
, I’ll look you up and tell you all about my adventure. I’ll leave my mobile phone number here for you just in case, but I won’t keep it on for the ride north because I understand it’s illegal in this country just like in the UK. I Googled a few car rentals, so I’ll drive up there. I just hope I can drive on the right side, and with a stick shift. Don’t laugh.

Thanks again, Rik. I’ll speak to you later.

Yours,

Summer

 

Leaving the note on the nightstand, Summer took one last look at her lover, who made little snuffling sounds and sighed in his sleep contentedly. Rik was so endearing that she almost didn’t have the heart to leave without so much as a word.

But her mind was made up, and her goal awaited.

Gathering her meager belongings, she exited the room and the flat, closing the door as silently as she could.

 

****

 

“Oh, hell.”

She wrinkled her nose. The odor of an annoyingly pungent pine car freshener carried throughout the car even with the AC on nearly full blast to chase it away. It didn’t matter that Summer had tossed the offending piece of scented cardboard out the window at the first possible rest-stop. The smell lingered and clung to the upholstery. At least she had managed to stop gagging.

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