Fulfillment 06

"A match, I suppose, if you would."

Stephanie looks at him. He does not seem his normal, confident self. "The circle would be better."

"Certainly. What was that maneuver? I've never seen anything like it."

"Alex and Emmett came up with it one day when they were sparring. Alex is the best at it. You can take down your opponent almost every time with it."

"Can you do it?"

"Better than some, not as well as others."

"I wouldn't mind learning it myself."

"You'd have to get permission from the Alpha."

"Of course. Shall we?" Stephanie nods to him and he drops his clothes in the corner as she shifts to wolf and waits for him.

He was large and well-muscled and scarred from fighting, all those things one would expect of an Alpha male. His hair shows grey and his eyes show cunning and her wolf, well, her wolf wanted to rub up against the large greying male.

Stephanie shakes herself and huffs, then trots out the back door toward the circle.

Calvin inhales, scenting the air, smelling the light floral scent of the female he was following. Following her to the Wyeth circle, to fight.

It was the only way he could think of to connect with her. She had no hobbies that he was aware of, only this, and there was whatever horror had claimed her youth.

But today's interaction was encouraging. She had spoken more to him in the last few minutes than all the times before. And she had pleasantly accepted his request to spar.

Without hesitation.

So, he follows her to the Wyeth circle, still unable to put a name to the flower she smelled of.

Lyssa sits in the passenger seat, arms crossed over her chest, silent.

Emmett glances at her a couple of time, then forces himself to watch the road.

He'd succeeded in getting her away from the pack. Now he needed to plan how he would get her back to her old self. How would he dampen her growing rage?

She had become combative, not sleeping, barely eating, unless as wolf.

Well, he'd had some of her favorite foods packed, to see if he could tempt her that way. And, where they were going, she would have the opportunity, well, her wolf would be able to hunt to her heart's content.

The sleeping part, he didn't know. As for her anger, well, there would only be one person left for her to take it out on. And he hoped he could handle her.

He didn't want to think of what might happen if she got mad enough to knock him out and run off in the car. Now, he was glad he had thought of it – he'd disable the car when they got there.

She had grudgingly accepted his orders and, while not exactly voluntarily, she had come with him.

Wait, Joanna had been able to block her. That was something he needed to learn. He'd have to call Joanna, once they got where they were going, and see if she could describe how she did it.

Emmett turns off of the main road and onto a dirt lane.

A light cloud of dust follows them and Lyssa starts to notice their surroundings.

They were out in the woods. He was taking her to the wilds. He had gotten her away from the pack, away from her friends. To take away the disruption. Her.

What did he plan on doing with her? What could he do with her? He had reminded her that Ariel would kill her if she felt Lyssa was a threat.

Would he? Could he? Kill her and go back to his pack?

A low rumble begins in her chest and he glances over at her. "Lyssa, I'm not doing this to hurt you."

He knew the sound of a threatened wolf when he heard it. What was she thinking? She was his mate, how could he hurt her? Why would she think he would?

"Lyssa, I'm not doing this to hurt you."

The growl stops, but she doesn't respond. Get her into the cabin and hope he could get her to talk.

He turns onto a narrower lane, a forest road, and, after a couple more climbing turns, pulls up beside a cabin. He puts the car in park, turns off the engine, and sighs, slumping heavily in his seat.

They were here, wherever 'here' was.

Her wolf senses told her they were west and south of the Wyeth den. She looks around them as Emmett turns the car off and hears his sigh of resignation.

There is snow on the ground, about 6 inches deep. Tracks indicate a car and a single human being had been there recently. The only other visitors had been deer, squirrels, and rabbits. There was a smallish clearing around the cabin, although the forest was showing signs of encroachment on the space.

They were perched on a flat spot on the side of a ridge and the view to the north shows trees and rock ledges. The trees surrounding the cabin were mostly old pines and firs. Oaks make up the bulk of the deciduous trees with some maple and beech thrown in. The leaves are changing from brilliant reds and yellows to mostly browns, and are falling even as she watches. It was actually quite a lovely place.

The cabin was rustic-looking, appearing to be made of logs. It wasn't big, maybe about 15 by 20. A small window at the apex of the roof suggested a loft. The two windows flanking the front door sported ugly gingham curtains. At least, Lyssa thought were ugly.

Emmett removes his seatbelt and pops the door. As he gets out, two doe that have been cautiously approaching spook and run, their white tails showing their route of escape. Lyssa believes they were probably used to humans being there, possibly having been fed by them.

But the scent of the predator made them bolt. They could be an easy meal.

Her grin is somewhat feral.

Emmett fetches the key and unlocks the door, opening it.

He goes back and forth a couple of times, pulling supplies from the trunk and carrying them inside.

He closes the trunk, opens the rear door, and grabs her bag. Lastly, he opens her door and looks down at her. "I know you're mad. I know you don't want to be here." He crouches down beside her. "Do you realize something's wrong with you?"

She exhales, inhales. "You think something's wrong with me?"

It was going to be harder than he thought. "Do you think something's wrong with you?"

There is a pause before she answers. "Maybe."

Not much of an admission, but, at this point, he'd take it. "I want you to promise me one thing while we're here."

She looks into his eyes and he looks into hers. And he tries to pick through all of the emotions he sees there as she looks at him. Anger, a lot of anger, and he understands that, to a point. But there was something else there and he struggles to figure out what it is as his wolf tries to rise to the challenge of his mate's stare.

There's a flicker in her eyes and she does turn away first. Hope blooms in his chest. He wouldn't give up on her. "Promise me you won't run away and that you'll talk to me."

The other emotions he saw in her eyes before she turned away? Fear. And sadness.

Joanna leans against Nathan's chest with his arms wrapped around her.

He sits there, holding her, comforting her. She was upset because the Beta pair had left and she had looked up PTSD and, what she had found, some of what he'd told her, had frightened her into believing that they might not come back.

So, he holds her, feeling a little guilty, murmuring to her in what he hoped was a comforting way. This wasn't something he was particularly good at.

He had grown up in a house full of males, his mother the only female in the house. And, as the youngest, he hadn't gotten any special treatment, except, perhaps, from his mother. No, he had been picked on almost as soon as he could run. As the smallest and, therefore, weakest of them, it was almost inevitable.

He knew certain things, how to be gentle with the smaller females, although those in his pack were stronger than most others. He knew how to be with females in bed. But, dealing with them when they were upset? If they weren't throwing things he wasn't exactly sure what to do.

But, so far it seemed he was doing alright. She was sniffling just a little. He had tried to come up with some options in talking with her earlier but she finally said, "You can't fix it. Can you just hold me?" And so, he did. He didn't quite understand how it helped but he also didn't have a solution to the problem. So, if this was what she needed it was simple enough.

While he waits for her to settle down, or let go of him, or do whatever it was she was going to do when she was done, he looks around her room. It was the first time he had been inside. It was down the hall from the Alpha suite and across from Roland's room.

The room was done in light colors – light blues, light greens, another color that was kind of pinky-purply. There was a chair, a desk, a dresser, and the small bed was pulled up beside the window. He wasn't sure what size it was but it was smaller than queen size. And that was where he was sitting with her, his back against the headboard.

Her scent fills the room but he also catches the scent of her mother and brother. Other than that were some older, female scents, one from the Beta female.

There's an open jewelry box on the dresser and he caught a glimpse of blue as he walked by. There were some framed photos on the wall, a child's drawing of some wolves, at least, he assumes they're wolves, and a, believe it or not, stuffed bear. The bear, well worn, rested on a small pink and blue blanket. It was, he thought, a pretty girly room.

He's startled when she reaches up to touch his face and looks down to where she's stretching up a little, to be kissed.

And so he does. He leans down and touches those soft pink lips with his own, turning his head slightly and finding them.

They're parted just a bit and he pushes his tongue forward, so that he can taste her mouth. She puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself closer to him as they thoroughly explore each other's mouths, their tongues twining and caressing, sliding past each other, delving deeply and withdrawing slightly.

He groans, pulling her closer, and she relaxes into him.

After a bit more, she gasps for breath and he takes the opportunity to ask, [Can I touch you?]

She looks up at his eyes. Blue, so blue. A different sort of blue than hers. And what did she see in them? Tenderness. Anticipation.

She was a little frightened of what he would do but, oh, if it felt like last time....

[Yeah.]

Nathan twists her, pulling her back against him, into his lap. and he feels the warmth of her body and he feels his cock start to fill as he thinks of what he intends.

His left hand climbs upward and he pushes her bra up so that he can caress her bare breast.

His other hand circles her waist. He unbuttons the button on her jeans and pulls down the zipper. He slides his fingers back and forth under her waistband and finds the top of her panties.

Soft skin, her belly warm against his hand. He feels the edge of her panties, cotton again, like her bra. He runs his fingers back and forth a bit, considering the light brown fur just below them. How soft would it be? Then, lower still, to actually touch her. Would he delve inside? Maybe. It would depend on what he found. While he knew a male had never touched her, it was possible that she had touched herself enough to have broken her own hymen.

Oh. He was going to go down there this time. Oh. She could feel the swelling under her butt. He'd barely touched her and he was already turned on.

His fingers were warm and a little rough. Calluses.

Oh. A jolt. He has her nipple again and was rolling it around. Oh. Wow.

Nathan moves his hand a little farther down her belly and finds the curls that cover her mound as she tips her head back and moans.

Music to his ears.

He nips below her ear and pushes farther, finding her cleft, the top of her lips. He smiles as her legs open slightly.

So, he ventures further as she clutches his leg and the bedcovers.

There! He touches her clitoris, feels the softness of her labia, caresses her breast, watches her face. He continues to nip at her jaw line and strokes her, feeling the wetness start to seep from her and he starts to smell the wonderful scent of her arousal.

He begins to knead her breast, rubbing his thumb over the hardened tip that sat on it and moves his fingers down to her opening, feeling the warmth of her lower lips, to see how he should proceed with her. Pressing lightly, he finds the barrier at her entrance. It gives, slightly. She hadn't broken it herself, nor would he, now.

So, he runs his finger through the moisture her body created, covered her little swollen nub with it, and begins to rub.

She gasps, "Ah," as he rubs her swollen clit in small circles. She takes a deep breath and her body starts to tense.

What the hell? What was he doing? Why did she feel this way? It was so, so strange, almost painful. She wasn't sure she liked it.

So she rolls, off his lap, away from him, panting and looking at him. "What was that?"

He's completely taken aback when she squirms away and looks at him. "What was that?" She's gasping, panting, but, from her responses, he hadn't brought her to climax.

"Jo. I'm trying to get you to orgasm. You haven't had one before?"

"Um. I don't know. I guess not. I guess."

"Come back up here with me." She looks at him, unsure. "I won't hurt you. I just want to bring you that pleasure."

"But," she sits on the edge of the bed, near him, "it didn't really feel good."

"How did it feel?"

"Um. Maybe we shouldn't do this now."

He reaches out and pulls her gently toward him. She doesn't resist. He nuzzles her ear and speaks quietly to her. "You were almost there, Jo. It wouldn't have taken much more."

She murmurs back. "It kinda hurt."

"You start to tense up just before you let go." He holds her to him; her heart is still racing. "Trust me, Jo. It's incredible. Let me try again."

She bites her lip. "You're sure?"

He smiles and kisses her. As he pulls back he says, "I'm sure. Let's take the pants off, huh?"

Her blue eyes look into his and he sees the apprehension. He waits, now was not the time to push. If she didn't trust him in this he might as well go home and try to forget her.

She must see something in his eyes because she exhales and says, "OK."

She pushes and kicks her jeans off, and leans back against him, tense.

"Relax, love. I want you to feel good." She exhales again, a little shaky, and forces herself to relax.

Time to start again, to make her feel comfortable with him, to get her started, before he ventures below the waist. And so, he starts by kissing her, rubbing her shoulders. Then, turning her back away from him and pulling her back against him, he nips and nibbles below her ear and covers both breasts with his hands. He holds them, cups them, weighs them, and then rubs his thumbs over her nipples. It doesn't take long before she begins moaning, tipping her head back against his shoulder.

He nibbles at her jaw line as he continues attention to her breasts, then starts one hand on its journey south. She tenses again, slightly, and he just keeps nipping and rubbing, while stroking her ribcage with his lower hand, moving a little lower with each pass. He finds her navel and runs a finger around it, ranging in wider and wider circles. She's left her panties on and it doesn't take him long to contact them.

Catching her nipple between a thumb and forefinger, he rolls it, pulling on it a little. She gasps and he slides his hand into her panties, combing his fingers through her softly curled hairs. He whispers in her ear, "Just going to touch you, Jo."

She inhales a deep breath and he presses onward. He traces wet kisses on her shoulder, back and forth, up her neck. One hand is busy, rubbing over her nipple, cradling her breast. The other hand, well. He extends his forefinger and slides it between her thighs but she didn't open her legs this time. Since her legs are more or less on top of his, he spreads his own a bit, and hers come with. [You smell so good.]

He slides his forefinger across her soft folds, then adds another finger, sliding past her puffy lower lips, between them, collecting the silky slickness her body was making and bringing it up to the pleasure point above. Again, a slight jerk and a gasp as he touches it.

She knew what it was, what he intended on doing but it feels so weird. It was as if all her senses were focused on that one point.

She hears his breathing, feels the heat, the strength of his body, smells him and herself. She feels the coolness left behind after the wet kisses on her shoulder, feels his warm hand playing with her boob, um, breast, and then, the other hand, down there.

She was sensitive, because she was excited or because he had already touched her there, she wasn't sure. His fingers stroke across her little clitty, now that he's smeared it with her pussy juice and, after a couple of strokes, he uses his middle finger, she almost giggles, thinking he was using his 'fuck finger.' And, then, oh, it feels so strange, but, he was right, strange in a good way. She rolls her head to the side and murmurs.

He slows, probably checking to see if she was OK with it, then started up again. The hand on her breast has stopped playing with it and is now clasped around her, holding her steady. Oh, oh.

Nathan feels Joanna start to arch backwards, and he feels her legs start to tense up. She was getting close. He holds her close, holds her tightly against him, so she couldn't get away again. This time, this time he was going to hold her as she climaxed. [Almost there.]

Her toes begin to clench and one set of fingernails digs into his thigh, the other is clutching the bedcovers. She was tight, she was ready, he rubs a bit harder, a bit faster.

[Let go, Jo.]

She sucks in a deep breath and he nips at her shoulder. This time, she comes apart. "OOOooooOOOOooooOOOOhAAAAaaaah!"

He's glad her face is turned away from him; she was loud.

She pants, shaking a little, eyes closed, body relaxing. He holds her, murmuring in her ear, his arms wrapped around her, until she comes back.

When her breathing returns more to normal, she says, "Wow."

"What do you think?"

"Um, wow, Nathan. But I think I might have peed a little."

"I don't think so, Jo. It smells like you just squeezed out a little more juice. That's normal. How do you feel?"

"A little tired. Like I won't be able to walk for a bit."

"How 'bout we snuggle down and get some sleep?"

"Yeah, OK, sounds good."

In the meantime, Emmett has started a fire and is preparing a meal.

Lyssa sits nearby, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "Does your head hurt?"

She brings her hand down into her lap. "No."

He sets out plates, glasses, and silverware since it seems she wasn't inclined to do so then brings the food to the table. Big, rare beef steaks, potatoes baked at the hearth, corn.

He watches her as she eats, silently. She carves into the meat, eating most of it and about half the potato, before pushing the plate away. He doesn't comment but pulls it over and finishes what she's left. After all, they hadn't had breakfast.

Emmett clears and performs a perfunctory cleanup. Arms braced on either side of himself on the counter, he looks at Lyssa. "Would you like to go for a run or talk?"

"Don't feel like talking."

"Alright, then, a run it is. Let's go." She looks up at him, his tone brooks no argument. She sighs and drops her clothing. He looks over his mate, at the body he loves, and decides on the safest question. "How's the gash?"

"Fine." It wasn't, he knows it still hurts; she had broken open the scabs a couple of times the night before and it was still red and angry looking.

He opens the door and shifts to wolf man, following his mate out and closing the door. As he changes to wolf, she takes off, following a deer track. she'd scare everything for miles.

He decides to let her head and follows the enticing scent of female wolf, he female.

She glances behind her a couple of times but runs on, down the ridge, splashing through the small stream at the bottom and up the other side. The color of her coat makes her very easy to follow in the white landscape with the winter grey trees. Not that he couldn't follow her track or her scent.