Shifting Fortunes Ch. 05

Jake felt the second she surrendered to him, and he pulled her body closer until her thighs were barely touching his, and his erection was resting heavily on her soft belly. His mouth continued to assault hers, lightly nipping her bottom lip, nearly losing all coherent thoughts at her little moans and whimpers.

His thumb nudged up over the curve of her breast until it flicked over her hard nipple. He felt her gasp into his mouth and a feeling of deep satisfaction welled up in him. He flicked the hard bud again, then twisted it gently, heart speeding up at her little moan of need. He pulled his mouth away gently, wanting to watch her reaction as he experimented with her hard little nipple under the water. Her eyes half opened as she looked up at him.

She felt drugged. The spasms of pleasure spearing straight to her hot center were like nothing she had ever felt before. It sent jolts of electricity up and down her each time he thrummed her nipple. She arched back instinctively as another spark of pleasure ignited her body and arrowed straight down between her legs again.

Nothing prepared her for him lifting her out the water, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Nothing prepared her for him to instantly take the hard bud into his mouth and lave his tongue across it.

Oh Jesus! she screamed silently, the sudden heat of his mouth against her cool nipple shattering any shred of control she might have had left. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she could feel his erection, which had been pushing against her stomach, now resting between her cheeks under her bottom.

Unconsciously she ground her pussy against his hard belly, feeling the scrape of wiry hair drag erotically past her clit and down her searing hot lips. She felt the erotic, silky hardness of his cock sliding against her bottom with the same movement. It all felt so incredibly...free, her mind whispered to her, and she reveled in it.

Jake just about came in the water the second he felt her grind her pussy against him. He fought not to take her right there and then, even as his mouth started to assault her other nipple. The feel of her hands digging into his hair as she clenched him to her was already doing incredible things to him.

Her soft rear wriggling against his raging erection was dealing his control blow after blow. Hot, ragged gasps were being drawn from his body, and as one hand steadied her lower back against him, he slid his other hand down between them.

Yes! Sam hissed in shock as thick fingers stroked themselves up and down her wet slit. Part of her was still saying that this was a bad idea, but the rest of her, the winning part of her was egging her on, encouraging her to indulge in this one pleasure as threads of lightning zinged through her body until she was burning alive. Feeling a man's fingers - Jake's fingers - delving between her hot pussy lips was an incredible, unknown phenomenon she had to experience.

Jesus, she was slippery, even in the water, Jake realized, drawing his mouth back away from her gorgeous breasts to look at her again; her head thrown back, eyes closed in delicious agony as his fingers teased her swollen lips below the water. Her breasts were stunning - dusky pink nipples capped fleshy, creamy mounds that filled his huge hands perfectly. They were heaving with the desire that thrummed through her body.

His whole body felt so hot, he wanted her so badly. A shiver ran down his spine. She looked so god damn free and glorious and beautiful in his arms, water sliding in tiny rivulets down her gorgeous skin, mouth pouting, top teeth biting down on her lower lip as she concentrated on what his fingers were doing to her.

He experimentally flicked her clit gently with his thumb, nudging the little nub out of its hood, and was rewarded with her instinctually arching against him again, eyes opening, revealing black dilated pupils with a thin ring of brightest green around them. The guttural moan that came from her mouth was almost feral.

Jake could wait no longer, and he gently pushed one thick finger into her slick opening. Watching her eyes, he watched Sam's mouth drop open in a silent moan as he nudged the finger in a bit further. Jesus, she was so tight. He worked the finger in further, then started sliding it back out again.

He was rewarded with her bucking her hips against him, trying to push down on his hand. His own eyes narrowed in triumph at her pleasure, sliding the finger back into her, starting a rhythm. Then he leant forward and sucked a hard nipple back into his mouth. He wanted to taste her so badly.

Sam didn't know what was happening. The pleasure was all around her, the lust was all consuming, she wanted more. The feel of his finger inside her maddened her, she rode his hand, deep moans wracking her body as he assaulted her. Another loud gasp as his mouth latched back onto her nipple, causing another electric arrow to spear straight down to her clitoris that was already being flicked and pressed.

She knew she was going to reach her orgasm soon. She was going to crash hard, she wanted to savor it, but her body demanded that it have its release now. She started thrusting her body harder against him, careless of the splashes they were now starting to make in the water.

He responded to her need and roughly pushed a second finger into her depths and rubbed his thumb over and over her swollen nub as he switched to the other breast, suddenly aware of the tight contractions of her pussy on his fingers and the wave of extra slickness coating them. The thought of her honey drenching his fingers was his weakness, and his body thrilled in pleasure as she moaned his name at the peak of her orgasm.

She was coming undone in his arms and the curve of her soft bottom sliding back and forth on his erection was far too much for him. He stifled his deep moan as his cum exploded into the water, staggering a little to support them both as she continued to buck and tremble on his hands.

Finally, he slipped his fingers out of her warm depths, and gently rubbed them up and down the swollen lips of her pussy, before sliding her down past his softening cock, and settling his mouth over hers in a tender kiss. He continued rubbing her soft, lower lips, reveling in the silky feel of her juices before the water washed them away.

Sam couldn't stop trembling. Unable to support her own weight, she clung to Jake, surprised by his soft, gentle kiss. She was starting to come out of her desire-filled haze, when his hand finally pulled out from between her unsteady legs.

A little shell shocked from the experience they'd just shared, she felt him pull away from her and dazedly watched him lift his hand straight to his mouth and suck the fingers that had stroked her inner walls. His eyes held hers as he tasted her, causing another flush to brighten her already pink cheeks. Her inner self acknowledged that that was the most incredible orgasm she'd ever had, and the most erotic thing she'd ever done.

His eyes continued to bore into hers, and suddenly she pressed the side of her face to his chest, her arms slipping loosely around his waist, not wanting to acknowledge what she'd just seen in his eyes. Too many things to think about, her heart still thudding, her breath still coming fast from her lungs.

She couldn't look back at him right now. She felt embarrassed; she knew she'd completely let go of herself, given herself over to him in total abandon. She wondered if she'd made a fool of herself, but then she heard the fast, hard pounding of Jake's heart and something in her curled in satisfaction knowing that she was not the only one who had been affected.

She remembered the erotic feel of his hard length under her bottom as she ground down on his hand. A light blush tinted her cheek again and she buried her face a little further in his chest. She felt his lips on her hair and smiled a little, wanting to savor this moment a little.

Jake heard her small sigh, and noted the way she turned her face into his chest. He would give her a little time, he knew she could possibly be regretting what they'd just done. He knew instinctively that it wasn't because of him, but perhaps because she had been so free with him. One thing he was beginning to learn about her is that she didn't feel she really was free at all.

Cuddling her close, his strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, he was so very glad he hadn't just gone ahead and impaled her on his cock as she came. His animal half, however, was furiously agonizing that he hadn't taken his chance when he'd had it. Damn, he needed to beat his animal down with a freaking stick!

Jake knew that she needed to realize that he wasn't going to hurt her, that all he wanted to do was give her pleasure and make her happy. And God, she was so tight, he marveled, remembering the tight contractions of her inner walls as she had cum on his fingers. He imagined how her tight pussy would feel sheathing his cock, milking him, contracting as she came around him. Jesus. The thought caused a little shiver to flick down his body straight to his cock.

The last time she'd had sex must have been a very long time ago, unless...could she be a virgin? He sucked in a breath of male pleasure and ego at the thought that no other man had possessed her, and he unconsciously held her a little tighter, his mouth stilling on her gorgeous, honey locks.

The human side of him realized that if that was true, he would need to be even more careful with her than he'd initially thought. Jake relaxed again and resumed the soothing strokes his hands had been administering up and down her back under the water.

"You're amazing, Sam," he finally whispered into her hair, placing another kiss on her crown. He felt her tremble a little in his arms, and he shifted a hand up to gently twist her face to look at him. His breath stole away at the glistening, green orbs that stared up at him. It almost broke his heart how timid she looked, like he was going to hit her or something.

"Baby, you are incredible," he soothed, trying to tell her with his eyes how much that had meant to him. Jake tried not to notice how her breasts were crushed up against him; it was a work in progress. She blushed and tried to look away again, but he nudged her chin until she looked back. He gently lowered his mouth down onto hers and kissed her again, so softly it was like butterfly wings fluttering against her mouth.

Then he sighed and pulled away, knowing he needed to do this before he got hard as a rock again. He turned in her arms and put his back to her. "If you need time to get out and shift back into your wolf, I'll give it to you," he murmured gently, facing away from her resolutely.

Sam still hadn't said a word since their lovemaking, and she was blown away by his thought. He had just turned his back for her. Her heart swooped and leaped in hopeful delight at the gesture. She tentatively put a hand on his back.

"Jake. I- thank you," she said breathlessly, flushing crimson again before swimming for shore, wading out and changing instantly into her wolf. True to his word, he stayed with his back turned until she sent a little howl out to him.

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Later that morning, Jake left to see if he could find them any food. His hunt had given Sam the time to try and start a fire. She'd collected the kindling and sat for a good hour, trying to rub one piece of wood against the other like they did in the movies.

Finally, she threw the damned smoking piece of wood into the water in fury. Hopeless, this is beyond a joke! How was I planning on surviving as an animal out here again? She got up and paced about angrily, hands on her hips. Her hands were sore and red from rubbing on the wood, so she squatted down at the water's edge to clean and sooth them.

At least they had water, she thought ruefully. The second she heard the rustling sound, she had changed into the wolf. Senses on overdrive, she calmed down as she recognized Jake's cat scent and something else. Her wolf salivated. Fresh meat.

Maybe they could eat...as animals, she thought curiously. The thought of tearing raw meat strips from a dead animal made her human side recoil in disgust. The animal side of her encouraged Sam to recognise that the painful grumblings of her stomach would eventually cripple her strength.

When Jake finally pulled the deer into view, Sam had queasily made her mind up. They needed to eat. She couldn't start a fire. She would eat the damned deer raw. She pulled the wolf forward and let herself drown in his senses.

As Jake tugged the small animal up onto the shore line, Sam had calmed herself enough that she could start to really feel the wolf's instincts come into the fore. She struggled not to take control back, knowing how necessary this would be.

Jake was tired. The small deer was harder to take down than he had thought. He had found the small herd easily enough, he thought it would be as simple as creeping up, jumping, sticking his claws in and taking it down. Wrong. The things were fast! God he wished he'd been able to grab his rifle.

He'd face planted his cat about five times into the dirt when he finally decided for a regroup. The five proud looking animals had stopped to face him across the end of the clearing, their tails lifted up in fear. Time for a strategy change. He thought back to how he'd been able to even touch the mountain lion.

He'd been out hunting with his dad, for deer just like he was now. He would have only been thirteen, his dad had given him his first rifle, an old .303. They'd snuck up on a young stag and two hinds, and he'd carefully placed his rifle butt snug into his shoulder, excited to take his first shot. But then his dad had suddenly clamped a hand on the rifle, pushing it away from his eye abruptly.

When he looked up at his father, he felt a chill of fear. The big man had turned into a statue, and that normally meant he was on high alert. Following his father's gaze upwards, his breath caught as he saw the beautiful cat balancing on a thick bow above the deer, readying itself for its kill. The grace as it leapt downwards was breath taking.

Jake's father had wordlessly reached for the rifle, and lined his shot up. The cat had looked startled as it fell off the back of the deer. The deer sprang up gratefully and shot after the others, but the cat didn't move to chase it.

Jake and his dad slowly moved towards it, aware that it was still alive. His own heart was pounding in his chest as he darted forward past his dad to lay his hand on the twitching tail before the cat died.

He'd paid dearly for his act, a black eye and a dislocated knee. His dad had roared his anger at Jake's actions. He really had hated that Jake was a Were shifter, and any reminder that he could change into an animal angered him deeply. Jake never did find out why.

Still though, Jake had gone home a happy boy, his first impressive animal that he couldn't wait to try out.

Jake smiled even now at the memory, as he slunk back into the shadows and crept silently away from the frightened deer. It had taken a good hour more before he'd found another deer, this time stalking his prey from above, sticking to the trees. The method was quick and effective and he'd taken down the young spiker easily.

But that wasn't what excited him the most. On his way back, he had found something, and he couldn't wait to tell Sam.

As he pulled it the last few yards back to camp, seeing Sam there waiting for him sent a primal thrill through him, making him feel proud, bringing food back for her. As he dumped it at her feet happily, he noticed she hadn't succeeded with the fire. He was just about to shift back into his human to talk to her about his find, when she startled him by snarling and ripping into the soft belly of the young deer.

Stunned, he watched as she chewed a strip of raw meat, blood staining her muzzle and dripping to the ground. His human side recoiled at the site. Um, he thought. There were no words. Then he realized the absolute disgust in which she was chewing. If a wolf could look disgusted, then her one definitely looked it. It made him want to laugh.

The bubble of humor wouldn't go away and so he fell onto human knees out of his cat, snorting with laughter. As he looked up, tears starting to gather at the corner of his eyes, he took in her disgruntled look, head cocked to one side at him and he doubled over again.

Was he laughing at her? Sam wondered incredulously. She was just doing what she had to. And it wasn't so bad, she thought, choking down the small piece of meat she'd taken. The second it went down her throat she wanted to hurl it back up.

Suddenly she felt her wolf's stomach tense with a distinct human reaction. Oh God, she moaned inwardly and raced into the forest to the sound of Jake's choked laughter. The second she was out of site, she transformed and vomited the disgusting meat up.

When it was over, she switched back and padded back out to Jake with narrowed eyes, who was crouching on the pine needles, one knee up to uphold his modesty for her sake. His laughs quietened down to chuckles when she reached him.

Sam looked at him furiously, feeling utterly foolish once again. She was so glad that her effort to figure out a way of surviving the mess she'd got them into was so hilarious to him.

He looked up at her as she lay her wolf down, noting the way his dark eyes lit up and danced when he laughed. Sam was still was a little uncomfortable around him since their interlude earlier in the morning, and his gorgeous butt and toned thighs perfectly on display weren't helping.

Jake quieted his chuckles and took pity on her, she looked so put out. He knew what would cheer her up.

"I found something today," he told her, eyes shining. It was hard not to have her interest piqued when he looked at her like that. "It's a small hunting hut, a few miles to the north. I didn't want to get close in case hunters were in residence and they wanted to take a shot at me, but the scents around it were old."

He grinned as she sat up quickly, an excited whine escaping her. "I thought we could head over there now together to check it out. They may even have matches or clothes." He couldn't help but laugh at her excited yelp as she leapt to her feet, tail wagging frantically, tongue lolling out. It was clear as day what she wanted to do.

Golden fur erupting all over him once again, Jake and Sam took it in turns dragging the small deer with them. Finally Jake dropped it and butted his head against her the way only a feline could, signaling that this was as far as they should take the deer.

Sam and Jake edged closer to the small building. It was tiny, just a summer hut, and Jake was right, the scents surrounding it were months old. No human had been here recently. Taking the chance, Jake paced right up to the door and shifted, his hand grasping the knob and pushing it open.

No cot beds, but there was three or four threadbare old rugs piled in one corner. The fireplace dominated the one roomed hut, assorted cast iron pots and implements littered the floor. Dust coated everything, and a musty smell filled the dank air. His keen eyes picked out a flint and even an old box of matches amongst the litter.

He moved in, sorting through the pots, grinning with triumph as he uncovered a rusty old knife. It would do just fine; not very sharp but good enough. Grabbing the rugs, he wrapped one around his waist, and sauntered out of the tiny hut, and threw one towards the black wolf who was only now just approaching. He turned his back for her.

"Oh man! This is brilliant," Sam breathed happily as she wrapped the rug under her arms and tucked it in between her breasts.