Love in the Bush

Old Grizzly's was a far cry from what she was used to in the city. It literally was a pizza shop. There were several trucks and SUVs outside of the place. At least there seemed to be a lot of people there. She wondered if Saul was there yet. She really hoped he was.

Walking in, it seemed like all noise stopped. A pin drop could have been heard. There was many faces turned towards her and she just smiled. After scanning the room, she did not immediately see Saul. Going up to the bar, Anya ordered a double glass of vodka and a soda. She got a look of approval from the bartender for her drink choice and tip.

She looked around the bar, her back to the door. There were several heads of various animals on the wall. A name plate below gave the name of the lucky hunter. It looked as though the bar was attached to a small kitchen, presumably where the pizza was cooked. Not interested in food, she turned around towards the door when she heard it open. Several large men walked in, eyes instantly catching hers.

The first man was about her height and slim built. His hair was cropped short and he had an assured look on his face. He was sporting some gray, though he didn't quite look old enough for it. The man right behind him was younger, but several inches taller and wider than the first. They both had a slight resemblance to Saul and she guessed that these were some of his brothers.

She watched the two head off to a circle bench in the back as two more men of similar stature and likeness followed them. She nervously waited, biting her lip and watching the door. It shut after the fourth one came in and her heart sank. Though she had not seen his brothers before, she was pretty sure that they were it.

She turned back around towards the bar and took a swig of her drink. She heard the door open again, but she willed herself not to look. Her interest had already raised eyebrows in the bar and she didn't want to seem too desperate. Not able to stop herself though, she swirled half way around and caught Saul coming towards her. Her heart skipped a beat watching him walk towards her.

All eyes were on them as he grabbed her face, kissing her deeply. His tongue found her lips unresisting and before long, his tongue was moving slowly with hers. The silence was back, she could hear it. Or lack of sound was what brought her back to her senses.

Pulling back just a bit, Saul quickly detached.

"I am glad you made it."

"Me too. "

Saul sat next to her on another stool and put his arm around her. If Anya didn't know any better, she had just been claimed by the alpha dog. He was not obtrusive about it, but from the looks in the bar, it was clear. His brothers sat in the corner dumbfounded and staring. Who the hell was that woman and how did she know their brother? Jokes were beat back and forth but all four boys were a bit envious.

Saul ordered a soda.

"You don't drink?"

"No, never have."

Anya toyed with her second glass of vodka.

"Go ahead and drink. I will drive you home if you need me to."

"Oh really? Are you going to take advantage of me, too?"

Anya hoped he would. It had been a long time since he had touched her and she craved more. A few more shots, she may not care that she was in a crowded Alaskan bar.

"I would never take advantage of any woman."

Saul looked aghast, dampening her fantasy. Anya ordered another double. Saul put money up while she was looking in her purse for some smaller bills.

"Thanks. I may take you up on that ride home."

"I would be more than happy to take you home Anya."

"I like the sound of that."

Anya leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. What was meant to be quick and chaste turned into another deep loin stirring encounter. She wanted to leave right then and there. She wanted to feel this man touching her like he had in the woods that night. But they weren't alone and she had to quit. She did not want first impression of her to be tongue tied with a local.

"You look good tonight, all trimmed up."

"I am glad you like it. I did it for you."

"Do you come here often?"

"No. Maybe once or twice, since we have been here. My brothers come out here once or twice a month, so they know more people here than me."

"This is my first time. Thanks for inviting me. Not really into bars, but it is nice and laid back."

"Yeah I don't particularly like bars, but out here, you don't have many options to socialize."

"Well you know you are always welcome to come by, I enjoy your company."

"It's hard to be out there with you."

"Really? How so?"

"I want you too much to be alone with you."

Anya wasn't sure what to say. Something was holding him back and she wasn't sure what. The fact that he was a virgin slipped her mind most of the time because of the way he touched her with such confidence.

Anya was buzzed and wanted to push him. She wanted him. She bent forward to whisper in his ear.

"Maybe I want to be alone with you."

Saul closed his eyes. The heat from her mouth was tickling his earlobe. He felt her lips barely brush him, driving all of his blood south.

"Hey Wolf, you ready to go?"

They moved apart with the sound of Scott's voice. Neither one of the pair heard them come up and Anya turned a little red. She turned around and drank the last of the vodka.

"No. I told Anya I would take her home. Anya, this is my older brother Scott. Scott, Anya."

"Hi. Nice to meet you Scott."

Scott's hand was firm on hers, his eyes held attraction.

"I will see you at home, brother."

Saul's voice was harsh sounding, hinting that he was not happy with the look. He did notice the way his brother was looking at his woman and he did not like it.

Scott took the hint and released the woman's hand. He waved goodbye and the brothers started leaving. One told him to be good, a younger man with shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail. Anya ordered one last shot and downed it when it arrived. Her body was raring to go and she wanted Saul bad.

"Are you ready to go?"

"God yes," Saul pulled her up and held her around her shoulders as they walked to the door. The night air was cold and took her breath away. She clung to the side of Saul as he walked her through the parking lot to her R.V.

He helped her up to the passenger's seat, taking extra care to put her seat belt on. His fingers brushed against her thigh. Anya was a bit beyond buzzed, almost to the point of drunkenness. It had been a while since she had drunk alcohol and even longer since she had been with a man. All she could think about was sex and the man looking at her from the opened door. He asked where the keys were.

"They are in my pocket, can you help me?"

Wolf was finding it harder to control himself. He knew what she was doing, her smile was mischievous. He checked her coat pocket closest to him, Anya just shook her head. Leaning against the seat, she tilted her body towards him, giving him better access.

Wolf reached in around her, his body coming ever so close to hers. She could feel his fingers on her thigh again. She lightly licked his neck when he bent down to her. Jerking out with keys in hand, Wolf looked pained. He had a hard-on for most of the night and her touch and smell was too much for his senses. He had to rest his head on the side of the vehicle before he pulled himself up into the seat.

6

Wolf was actually thankful when she fell asleep a few miles down the road. He really wasn't sure if he could take her teasing. He was not ready to be with her, he wanted things to be right. For her to be his. He wanted her soul, not just her body.

Forty minutes later Saul was pulling up on the road beside her cabin. Anya had not moved an inch in twenty minutes or so, though her dress had rode up almost to her waist. She was covered by the leggings, but they showed every inch of her in detail. Saul tried not to look, though he caught himself glancing in her direction many times. His body and head were at war with each other, though her inebriation helped sway him. He wanted the first time with her to be perfect and for them both to remember it forever.

He went around the vehicle, opening her door. He unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her into his arms. Walking her into the back, he laid her down on the bed. She opened her eyes groggily and pulled him towards her. She caught him by surprise and he pitched forward onto her. She giggled and kissed him on the lips. She may be half drunk and half asleep, but her lips were insistent and ever so appeasing. She moaned when his body came down on hers fully. Her body took over where her mind was groggy and it was her hands running over his body this time.

"Wait, we mustn't."

"Why not? You asked me what my body says. My body needs you. Please I have been dying for your touch for a week now."

Wolf was finding it hard to argue with her words. His body wanted her as much, maybe even more.

"Please, I need to come."

Her words were his ending, but he told himself he had to show control. He could pleasure her without going all the way. He could in theory anyways. In practice, it may be harder than it seemed.

Taking a deep breath, he settled on top of her. His lips found hers again, but he stopped her roaming hands with his. Bringing them up above her head, he broke the kiss.

"Keep your hands right here. If you move them, I will stop. Understand?"

"Yes."

Anya was awake, his words sobered her. She did not want him to stop whatever it is he was going to do and would do almost anything to get some relief.

Saul got off of her and stood up. Grabbing her boots, he pulled them off in a rush and went for her legging tops. Her skirt was at her waist and did nothing to hide the fact that she was not wearing any panties.

"Oh."

Saul did not know what to say. He was not expecting to see her womanhood, her shaved womanhood no less and it sent him reeling.

"Damn woman, where are your under garments?"

"I don't usually wear any."

"You will from now on. I do not want my mate naked down there."

"Okay."

There was nothing more that she could say. The look in his eyes kind of scared her. He looked at her with possession. Something she was not looking for, something she did not know if she ever wanted. He looked at her, like she was already his, whether she consented or not.

Sitting her up, he took off her scarf and coat. Anya shivered a bit but not from the cold. He handled her with no compunction, the conversation was distracting. When he cupped her breasts, he felt bare skin underneath the dress.

"No bra either?"

Saul takes her dress off over her head. He laid her back down on the bed, moving her hands back up over her head. Drinking in the view, Anya watched his eyes grow darker to a deep black. Instead of taking his own clothes off, he just sat there looking at her for what seemed like an hour. Anya badly wanted to cover herself up from his hungry gaze, but she did not, in fear that he would actually stop whatever it is he was doing.

When his hand finally came down and touched her cheek, she sighed, relieved that he was still going to touch her. She hoped that he would take her, her body needed it.

His hand traveled down to the side of her neck, one finger traced the outline of her shoulder, causing chill bumps to spread across her body. Next he lined the outside of her left breast, stopping to swirl around her nipple. He watched it harden with his touch.

"Anya, you are so beautiful. You are perfect. I wish I could make you my mine tonight."

"Please do, I'm yours."

Saul closed his eyes, he must not. He knew that it would not be right without a joining. He prayed he could stop himself after he fulfilled her needs. He looked down at her body and ached. She was just as he envisioned. Tanned skin contrasted beautifully with her green eyes and long red hair. His fingers splayed over her stomach, imagining what she would look like carrying their children. He bent down and nipped gently at her navel.

The swirls started around her navel with one finger, circles getting wider until he bent down to slowly lick. With one hand lightly rubbing her from thigh to knee, his mouth caused pleasure in her lower abdomen. His tongue went as close as an inch from the top of her clit, her hips buck forward. She was rewarded with contact with his scorching tongue sliding across her heat for a second.

Saul sits up, stroking her inner thigh and looking down at her. Instead of stopping as it had before, his hand ran clear to her mound. Anya gasped and squirmed when his hand moved away. He did this several times, teasing her, killing her.

"Please Saul."

His hand stayed this time, rubbing along her slit. His index finger found her nub and pressed it. Anya jumped and moaned. Her body was overcharged and his dominance over her was intoxicating. Opening her legs up wider, she tried to encourage him. His fingertip started to rub her little button, pulling more noise from her lips. The sound turned them both on.

Saul bent down and bit her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. Her pleasure was his frustration and he wanted to do nothing more than bury himself inside of her. Moving his fingers down to her hole, he inserted one into her wet walls. His tongue trailed where his teeth had been, finding her sensitive nub quickly. Instead of licking, he started to suck hard. His finger pushed in and out of her, adding another finger as he heard her scream an orgasm. She filled his mouth his fluid and he continued to suckle on her clit while his fingers pumped into her.

His mouth and hand were relentless. Anya did not know that she could come that hard. Her arms moved from their spot as she pushed on his shoulders. Saul immediately stopped and got up. His cock was rock hard and he almost went against his upbringing. Walking outside for a moment, the crisp air helped to cool his ardor and he was then able to return to the trailer.

He walked back up to the bed and quickly realized that Anya was out cold. Her naked body was no less enticing, but Wolf knew that his body would not get any relief. He almost left after he covered her with a nearby blanket, but he couldn't. He rationalized that he was trying to keep her safe as he stripped to his boxers and slid in next to her. He gathered her in his arms and was soon asleep right along with her.

The cold woke Anya up. The liquor the night before left her brain a little muddled, but she knew she was cold. She pulled the blankets over her body realizing she was naked. A moment later, it registered that there was a warm body behind her. Last night crashed back to her and she blushed remembering how wanton she had acted.

Snuggling back against him, she felt a large rod sticking into her lower back. She instinctively scooted her ass up, to line the bulge up with her core. She rubbed him against her pussy the only thing between them was his thin boxers. She wished he would come out of them, so she humped back against him, willing it to come out.

Finally after several minutes, she felt skin against skin. Growling behind her, Saul suddenly impaled her weeping center. Anya felt like she was being split in two. She was sure there was not enough room, as he kept pushing inside of her. His velvet head hit bottom and still had more to push inside. His hand reached around and grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple hard between his fingertips.

"You are mine now."

Pulling out, he pounded back in to her. His hips piston into her quickly and pulled moans from Anya. Her cunt was raw and she exploded around his heaving body. He pushed her over onto her belly, pressing her face into the mattress.

Wolf pushed her ass cheeks apart, plunging in till his balls hit the back of her ass. He then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hips up to meet his. He slammed into her over and over again. One hand came down to shimmy her clit as she came again and again. Her screams were muffled in the pillow, but had no less effect on Wolf. He couldn't go fast enough or deep enough, wanting to become one with her. He could feel cum rising in him, ready to spill forward. He wanted it to last longer but by her hysterics, he figured she had come enough for satisfaction. Dropping down onto her body, he bellowed with his orgasm. His hips press into her a few more times, violently shaking inside of her.

After several minutes still inside of her, the air cools them. Pulling himself out of her, he sits up on his knees. Anya is unmoving besides the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. Wolf slaps her ass gently, trying to get her to turn over so he could see her. See her face, kiss her. It was more than he could have imagined, more than he could have dreamt for. He had never felt so relaxed in his life. He knew he should get up and go home, start on the day's chores, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he lied back down, pulling her to his chest. They dozed off again like that, side by side, their own body heat keeping the bitter morning cold away.