You have something in mind?
I do, but I need proof no one can see us. Can you do that for me?
He began to slow his pace until he was just loping. His lungs worked like bellows. He’d been pushing hard.
There’s a bar not far from here. Head over there.
He knew the one she meant. It was tucked away in the middle of the forest and had a dominance sand pit inside. He trotted the rest of the way and once he arrived, she slid off his back.
He quickly returned to his human alter form. For what he wanted to do next, he no longer needed his wolf.
He took her hand and headed to the entrance. A number of wolves milled around outside, most of them with a bottle of beer in their hands. Savage had different rules than the human world.
A female wolf was crawling all over a male and he was giving as good as he got. He could smell the verge of sex and his cock stiffened.
She squeezed his hand. Your scent is getting stronger and I’m liking it, Warren.
He glanced around the various wolves and walked her toward the largest group. They were ignored completely. From across the yard, a wolf whistled at one of the wolves and called out a few choice names.
The wolf responded by hurling a beer bottle in a trajectory that sent the bottle flying at Warren’s head. He had to dodge to keep it from connecting.
Warren turned at the resulting yip as the bottle struck home.
He was convinced. We are invisible.
A brawl erupted.
He caught Kiara up in his arms and hauled her straight up into the trees.
He paused above the building and watched the fist fight for a few seconds. Ordinarily, he’d stay and savor the rough encounter. He might even have suggested it. But Kiara’s mouth found his throat and she bit hard, then she sucked.
The course was set.
He had a place in mind and slowly levitated, letting her taste him as he flew. That she didn’t mind the grime of battle or his sweat was exactly what he needed right now. In this moment, she was more wolf than witch.
He carried her to a dark, heavily wooded spot in the middle of the forest. Shrubs formed a circle and created a private space. Somewhere above him, an owl hooted.
When he had her on solid ground, he warmed his vision up, so he could look at her. She petted the scars along the side of his face and his head. He loved that she touched him where he’d been wounded. She wasn’t afraid of how he looked or how damaged he was. He cupped her face and kissed her then slid his hand to the back of her neck.
When she parted her lips, he drove his tongue inside. She tasted sweet and womanly. His body hummed with need. The recent run had relaxed him, yet wound him up at the same time.
“I want to make love to you here.”
She lifted her arms and he thought she meant to protest. Instead, she swept off her tank exposing her bra. In the shadows, the pale mounds of her breasts were beacons.
He dipped down and kissed each of them in turn, taking his time and thumbing the peaked nipples through the fabric. She buried her hands in his hair and pushed on his head. Using his fingers, he drew her breasts from the low-cut bra and took her left nipple in his mouth. He felt her flex, trying to create more contact. He took as much of her breast as he could and suckled hard.
She moaned heavily.
He felt her hands shift to the waistband of her jeans. He started to pull away, but she protested. “No, please, don’t stop. Keep going. Your mouth feels so good.”
He went back to work. His cock loved how much she wanted him at her breasts.
She did what she could with her clothes then once again sank her hands into his hair.
With one hand on her back to keep her pressed close, he suckled harder, savoring her moans. Using his free hand, he began working her jeans over her hips.
The moment he could feel her ass, he released her breasts then turned her to face away from him. As he got her shoes and pants off, he dropped to his knees and settled his mouth on her bottom. He kissed his way along her curves.