Accompany Me!

Pinned below him, embraced by his strong arms, Cahir heard Josie's lips beg a desperate plea in his ear, and whispered "please." She quickly kissed him on the cheek and sank back onto the bed waiting for him to claim her.

Cahir pulled away from her again so that he could watch Josie's body as he claimed her. Josie's eyes grew hazy with desire. Her breathing was ragged in need. Between the summer heat and her own desire, sweat was starting to cover her skin. Despite this, Cahir thought Josie looked beautiful. Cahir reached between them, took his cock in hand, and brought it to Josie's awaiting entrance. He couldn't keep a smile from his lips or eyes as Josie looked on in eagerness to watch him enter her. Cahir could tell he wanted this as much as she did. He was the key to her lock.

A thought came to his mind..I'm in love. But, Cahir's smile soon dissipated. He knew it could never last, a mortal and him--a werewolf with obligations to his pack. Slowly, watching her, Cahir began to push into her. After only a couple inches Josie let her head fall back against the pillow, her eyes closed, and her breath caught in her chest. He wasn't even all the way in yet and already he had gone deeper than anyone she'd ever had. Could mortal men even go this deep? As Josie lay beneath him, Cahir couldn't think of anything more beautiful in the whole of his life.

Josie moaned as the last of Cahir''s cock was buried in her trembling body. Then Cahir began to move inside her with skilled strokes. Soft moans and needy whimpers spilled from her lips. Cahir tried remorize each utterance. He wanted to know what she liked best so he could pleasure her over and over again. Pinned beneath him, Josie seemed lost to their passion. Josie was exquisite to see in the throws of her orgasem. For this moment, there was nothing else in the world that existed beyond the two of them.

Josie felt the heat and need growing in intensity as he thrust faster and harder into her. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her back arched and her body on fire, Suddenly, Josie felt her passion explode. She saw stars and galaxies unknown to humans.

Above her, Cahir could see how close she was. Then he felt her pussy tighten and begin to spasm around his cock he fell over the edge as well, releasing deep inside her.

Cahir couldn't stop staring at Josie as she calmed from their passion entwined deep within his sheets. It was as if blinking was too much time lost. Josie's small satisfied smile told him everything he needed to know. Josie's eyes stared back at him with a shy wonder. Her skin was hot from exertion, covered in sweat, and blushing red under his gaze. She was perfect. But he couldn't help wonder how long this could possibly last.

Cahir wasn't done with Josie. He carried a well fucked Josie to the sofa, desperate for more.

The next morning there was a knock on the door. Cahir could smell who it was. It was Lana like the grade-A bitch she was. Lana naturally wanted a couple of days of special treatment before they consummated their relationship. Having no other choice, he let her in.

"So you've been fucking a mortal woman. You know our pack wouldn't approve of that. I would be within my rights to kill her and rip her apart. Look she can't even do the dishes." said Lana as she gestured to the plates, still full of spaghetti, on the table from last night.

"Don't touch her Lana, she doesn't know anything. She won't cause you any harm. She won't cause our pack any harm. You have my word on that." said Cahir. He moved between Lana and the still sleeping Josie. No one would harm, his Josie, come hell or highwater.

"If I didn't know any better, Cahir. I would say that you care for this mortal. What will she do when she finds out your secret? That you're a werewolf...she'll go screaming away from you. Or are you enough of an idiot to think that she might love you?" Lana's laugh rang with cruelty.

"Well fuck you, Lana. Why are you doing this? You know I don't like you." said Cahir as he glared at Lana. How could their great-grandfathers have been so wrong? Why did they inflict this torment?

"Oh Cahir, you're the same as ever...and I'm doing it because I can. Do something about the mortal slut...or I'll do the worst to her. You know I make good on my threats. Now I'm going to do some serious shopping for MY wedding. We both know that if you give me what I want nothing will happen. That's how it is for everyone." said Lana. As she took, Cahir's credit card and all his cash out of his wallet. With the credit card in hand, Lana went out the door.

At long last, Josie let out a release of breath. That woman was gone but what did life have in store for her now?. She hid her face as she heard Cahir go off to the bedroom. Now if she could only grab a blanket or something to wrap around herself. She'd leave the clothes. She'd go. She couldn't live in a house with crazy people. She'd figure something out, hopefully that job at Shop N Save would pan out. Josie didn't want to risk her life for some pathetic daydream of a college education.

"I know you're awake Josie. So you might as well get up and have some coffee with me." stated Cahir. He made his way to the fridge to grab some cream.

Josie lay nervous and indecisive on the sofa. She was up. But, she wasn't sure she wanted to face Cahir. Not after what she had heard. Not after that strange woman had come in and fought with him. Perhaps, just perhaps it was a dream. It had to be a dream, didn't it? Werewolves weren't real. They were only creatures from her fantasy novels...weren't they?

"Joise, I don't have to use my telepathy to know you're worried. Why don't you sit down and we can talk about it? I promise I don't bite." stated Cahir as he gestured towards an empty kitchen chair.

Josie hesitantly got off the sofa and joined Cahir at the table. "So you heard what Lana said?" he questioned. Hoping somehow that she hadn't. Seeing that she was naked but admiring her body. Cahir took off his own t-shirt and tossed it to her. Josie could help but admire his muscular abs. Cahir loved the curvature of Josie's breasts.

"I heard something about werewolves, you being bethroated to her and her wanting to kill me since we mated. Your.. err...friend...Lana, I guess, said she'd kill me since you slept with me. She said that you belonged to her and she'd never let you go. Yeah, that's what I heard....unless it was a dream. Please say it was a dream, Cahir. I'll just leave your apartment, quit university and go back to working at Denny's....I'd prefer not to die." stated Joise. Heavy tears were forming in her eyes.

She had finished her coffee now. Josie looked down at her empty cup. She wanted more but didn't know if now was the time to speak. More important things than coffee were taking place. Still Cahir, who by now knew her, poured her another cup of coffee.

" Josie, I want to say I'm sorry for all I've put you through. I want to apologize for both myself and Lana. She's nicer once you get to know her...well not really but I feel since I've been so terrible to her I should say something nice." Cahir rubbed at an imaginary stain on the table and wouldn't meet Josie's eyes. He was ashamed of what he'd put her through. Josie didn't deserve this. Josie deserved the world.

"Your friend...fiancee....whatever...said she'd murder me. Because I slept with you! What am I supposed to make of that? I don't want to die! I want to live." Josie was hysterical and alarmed. If Cahir had told her the truth she never would have slept with him. Him being a werewolf had nothing to do with it. She wasn't the kind of woman who slept with a man who was engaged.

"Joise, I swear Lana won't hurt you. We're not engaged....not really...our great-grandfathers made a pact before our births, hundreds of years ago, that their great-grandchildren would be married. No one expects us to do it. Lana would already be married if she wasn't such a HUGE mega-bitch. So she clings to the idea that I'll marry her because of the pact that our great-grandfathers made. But, she won't hurt you. I promise." Cahir kept rubbing at the imaginary spot. Josie didn't know if he was telling the truth, lying or just unsure. She'd never been in a situation like this.

"It's the other bit too though....the weirder part. The unbelievable part." Josie didn't know how to phrase it.

"You mean you don't believe in werewolves?" questioned Cahir. Mirth danced in his eyes. Josie could tell he was making fun of her. Josie shrugged. "It's alot to take in you know. Werewolves are something from my novels, not real life. I don't know what you want me to say. Maybe I should just go. I can crash at Air B&Bs till I have a chance to get a new apartment." she started to stand up to fetch her clothes but felt Cahir's strong hand on hers.

Cahir's eyes intently focused on Josie. He learned across the small table,as he licked his lips. He knew that Josie was thinking that the whole situation was fucked up and she was right. He didn't blame her in the slightest. He couldn't let her leave yet though. It would take awhile to resolve things with his pack. Lana and his great-grandfathers made the deal, yet their pact wasn't as easily broken as he was leading Josie to believe. She had to stay for now. Lana might have pack members waiting outside right now. He had to keep her safe. Lana was a bitch but she could also be a psychopath and the pack wouldn't blame Lana for killing Josie.

Josie didn't want to meet his eyes. She didn't want to see his sexy outline in the early morning light. She didn't want to look into his eyes and see betrayal. Still, Joise could feel Cahir close to her. She longed to be embraced by him again. Josie wanted to join him in bed. Cahir as he traced a long finger down Josie's face. It took all that Joise had not to moan. She wanted to pin him right then and there.

"This is wrong, you're not helping. I want to leave. I should leave." stated Josie but she had no conviction in her voice. Josie knew it was dangerous but she wanted to stay with Cahir. His embrace made her feel safe.

"You're right Joise, I'm sorry." stated Cahir. He knew he should leave. He just couldn't. He wanted Josie to be his again like she'd been his before. Cahir's breath brushed against Josie's neck and he planted his mouth at the base of her neck. Josie swallowed but the next moment Cahir had left her. Josie took a couple of deep breaths to calm down before opening her eyes. She was flushed a deep red but Cahir was back where he had been. Grading papers as though nothing had happened.

"What the hell was that?" she questioned. Josie didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed.

"You said you wanted me to leave you alone and I am. Don't you want me to leave you alone Joise or would you prefer I fucked you?" teasingly questioned Cahir. He gave her a lascivious glance. Gods above, Josie wanted him again. Cahir just had to stay the word and she'd be his. He could take her over and over.

"Gods damn it."" Josie swore. "Stop doing that to me. You have this mate thing to work out. Fucking me would be wrong and your fiance will kill me." stated Josie...still just to have Cahir entwined in her. No...Josie couldn't allow herself these thoughts. She left the small kitchen before she gave into her carnal desires.

"Where are you going?" questioned Cahir. He had to make Josie stay for a little while. Just until he got things cleared up with the pack. Just till then, after that he and Joise could...well he didn't have plans for that. Did he have to have plans for everything?

"Somewhere I can be alone." stated Josie angrily, She was pissed off. "I can't stay in the same room with you. I hate you!" The promised thunderstorm had come on strongly. Lightning flashed across the sky. Now Josie had to stay at Cahir's apartment.

"Sure thing." Cahir retorted angrily. He knew that Josie had a right to be angry with him but he wanted Josie in his arms and in his bed.

Josie grabbed the broom and headed back into the bedroom. Hopefully, cleaning would allow her to vent some of her anger. She swept the room and made the bed. The whole time she muttered under her breath about how men were useless pigs. At last, Cahir's bedroom was clean. Josie had no other option but to return to the living room.

She still glared at Cahir, still at the table grading papers. He looked so attractive in the early morning light. But, she couldn't let him know that. Josie hated him for the situation he'd put her in. Still she knew it wasn't his fault. Lana and fucked up werewolf traditions still had something to do with it. So she didn't hate him that much.

"Josie are you still mad at me?" Cahir asked tenderly. Josie looked so beautiful when she was mad. Cahir had laid alot of heavy information on her. Cahir had expected Josie to go screaming out of his apartment but she was still here. Cahir had to admit that Josie had chutzpah.

"Yes... No... I don't know...maybe? I am mad at you? You'd deserve it if I was." stated Josie angrily. Suddenly, Cahir couldn't resist her sexy pout. The next thing Josie knew his mouth was on hers. Cahir's lips were soft on her's, Cahir's large hand entwined through her long hair and clutched her neck as he kissed her. Josie had alot of questions. Hell, she had nothing but questions. But, she also wanted him so much.

She supposed that she also should be furious. But, for now Cahir's tongue caressed her lips, questing to find her's. Perhaps it was wrong, but Josie let herself melt into him, she let his arms support her weight as her body sagged under his punishing kiss. Cahir's tongue brushed her's and he tasted like the deep woods. Cahir pushed his tongue further into Josie's mouth. He wanted to possess all of Josie. Thoughts of Lana and their "grandfathers' bargain" could wait. Cahir just wanted his Josie.

His hands were on Josie's body, exploring their contours. The clothes that Josie wore only stopped him. Cahir needed Josie. Every instinct, both human and wolf, he had told him she was his. Lana meant nothing, Josie was his love! His true mate! Josie was his destiny.

Growling possessively, Cahir lifted Josie into his muscular arms, carried her to the bed and deposited her gently in its middle even as he continued to devour her mouth hungrily.

Josie's tiny hands clung to his broad shoulders as though he was the only thing steadying her in the torrent of their passion. Cahir couldn't get enough of her taste, leaving her mouth to kiss her jaw line, her forehead, her ears. Josie's skin was so sweet, so warm against his mouth. Cahir needed more. He put his hands under her soft t-shirt, feeling her warm stomach and the faint outline of her ribs with his fingers.

Josie moaned needly at his touch and impatiently pushed him away to shed her t-shirt, baring her lace encased breasts for him. Cahir moaned in blissful agony seeing her in lingerie. He'd always loved a woman in lace, but he'd never realized how much seeing Josie in it would drive him crazy. Cahir's mouth traced her collarbone to her breastbone to rest between those soft creamy mounds, delighting in the feel of her satiny skin against the sensitive flesh of his lips. He cupped one of her full breasts lovingly even as his mouth descended upon the other sucking at the taut nipple through the lacy fabric.

Josie writhed and gasped beneath him whimpering in pleasure even as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. She was as beautiful as he'd imagined; her black hair framing her face, her pale skin flushed with passion. He turned his attention to her other breast, pulling the lace away to bare her pink nipple that stood erect, waiting for him to suckle into his mouth. He latched onto it, hungrily suckling the tiny nub into his mouth, even as he reached behind her and unclasped the lacy bra. Now that he'd tasted her flesh, the beautiful lingerie only frustrated him.

Desperately, Josie began to divulge him of his clothes, and Cahir helped her, the same desperate need coursed through. Cahir wanted nothing more than to feel her warm, soft, naked body against his skin. When their soft flesh finally met, an electric shock roared through his body. Josie was so soft, so warm...she was HIS!

He consumed her mouth again, mating his tongue with hers, groaning as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and caressed his back. Those delicate hands seemed to be everywhere on his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine making his pulsing cock throb in agony. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into hers, the friction of their bodies teasing them both.

"Cahir," Josie gasped. She cried out as his mouth latched back onto one of her pink nipples and suckled, twisted and lathed it with hunger.

"Yes," he growled even as he continued to consume her flesh.

"Oh gods! Don't stop," she cried even as she raked his back with her nails.

"Not in a million years!" he groaned as his mouth trailed downwards kissing the protrusion of her ribs and then making their way to her belly button. Right now, nothing in the world besides Josie existed.

His fingers nimbly undid her pants and quickly pulled them from her hips, growling in desire at the thong that graced her mound. His mouth kissed the insides of her thighs and all around that small triangle of lace, making her jump as though his lips were shocking her with some kind of erotic electricity. He hungrily inhaled her musk even as he visually assessed her dampness, purring in satisfaction that he'd been the one to stir such passion. He latched his mouth to the fabric, tasting her arousal, smiling as she shrieked and twitched the moment his mouth made contact with her heat.

"Cahir," she wailed desperately. "Cahir..." she groaned. As she ran her fingers though his wild hair.

Josie's pleading cries, drove Cahir over the edge He ripped the panties from her body and nearly lost it when he stared her glistening sex; shaved and hairless, red and weeping for his attention. He parted her folds and feasted on her, moaning into her softness at the sweet taste of her arousal.

Josie screeched incoherently at his touch, whimpering with need, but he toyed with her, flicking her clit only for a moment before kissing or licking the juices that coated her. Just before she cried out in frustration he'd suckle or nip her again, sending her beautiful head thrashing on the pillows. Even as he licked and supped upon her sensitive flesh, he pushed a finger deep into her.

Fuck! Josie's heat was almost unbearable; her soft walls gripped his digit longingly. He inserted another finger and moved them within her slowly and gently at first, and then with more force and fervor. Her pelvis moved in tandem with his thrusts, her body coated his fingers with its juices, her small hands balled in the sheets with agony.

"Please," she begged her voice hoarse from desperation. "Please Cahir."

He looked up at her flushed body, her almost piercing green eyes, her tossed hair and smiled at her. Taking pity on her, he latched his mouth over her clit suckling hard until she came screeching and bucking beneath him.

Josie ran her fingers through his wild hair, those tiny fingers on his skin delighting his senses making his moans of need echo her own keening cries. His mouth supped its way up her neck, staying away from her jugular and back to her mouth, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Suddenly she became more aggressive. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and put her hands inside to feel him.

Her delicate hand wrapped around his cock stroking him, spreading the moisture of his arousal around the throbbing head with her thumb. It drove him insane to have her touching him while his body was imprisoned in his clothing.

He smiled at her unspoken demand. Even in bed she was stubborn and willful. Josie was a woman who knew what she wanted. He would give her what she wanted.