Sun and Earth Ch. 02

The weight of his body on top of mine felt like a heavy down comforter I had owned while still living with my pack. It was warm and smooth as silk. His chest was inhaling and exhaling at a steady pace matching the beating of his heart. My legs still wrapped around his waist, not wanting to move or break the moment. He still had his dick inside me from the last time we had fucked...at this point if my count was correct, I had cum 6 times. Was that humanly possible? I felt him shift above me, moving his weight from his elbows to his hands. I opened my eyes and gazed upon my...mate?

His eyes were so brown, his skin as coppery as a penny. Hair as silky smooth it could have been woven by silk worms. His eyes...I couldn't escape his eyes...

"Why are your eyes silver?" he asked still slightly breathless

Questions. What a buzz kill.

"Excuse me...unless you have energy for yet another round I would appreciate you removing yourself from my very sore pussy." I smiled shortly not wanting him to think I had been diverted by his question.

He easily removed himself slowly from my red pussy. I couldn't believe that I was still wet, I physically couldn't last another bout without sleep or food but my wolf was raring to go about another 10 rounds. She was quite vivacious went presented with an alluring specimen...but 6 times? C'mon girl let's take a break.

I sat up slowly gazing around the woods. Morning had burst through the trees hours ago and hikers would probably start to appear around the trails. I need to find my clothes before I get charged with indecent exposure yet again. The cops around these parts were crazy about pinning Weres with that charge. They thought it was hilarious.

"So..." he began looking a bit sheepish

"What? Don't usually jump the bones of random ladies in the forest? I would never have guessed." I rolled my eyes at him then jumped to me feet, too quickly as the world began to spin around me. Before I hit the ground I felt a tense arm wrap around my body steadying me. I looked up at Micah, he had a shit eating grin on his face that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to kiss or smack.

"Well you seem completely at home with these circumstances." He commented as he brushed a strand of hair from my face.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said reluctantly moving away from his grip.

"Listen pup-" I put my hand up to his face, a very childish gesture I knew would piss him off.

"DON'T call me a fucking pup. If you think you are so knowledgeable about my culture then tell me what calling someone a pup means to a werewolf?"

He sighed and brushed a hand through his matted hair, his body still gleaming with sweat.

"It doesn't mean what it used to..." Micah took a moment to look me up and down. This wasn't the smoldering look he had given my body upon our first encounter. This was judgmental and calculating. I was suddenly feeling very cold and aware of how naked I was.

"How long have you been on your own?" he pressed

"A while." I shrugged looking out into the woods for any hikers that may be passing through.

I heard another sigh come from Micah, this time more exasperated.

"I need dates so I can explain to you what is going on."

"Listen, you have obviously noticed that I'm packless...which means I couldn't give a flying fuck about what is going on in that world." I turned back to him, one eyebrow cocked, giving him what I knew was my bitchy look.

"...you have the most foul language of any wolf I have ever met." I was growing less fond of Micah by the minute.

"Yes, because I don't have some dictator screaming through my head telling me what to say and when to say it. It's called free will, so I will say fuck, shit, god damned and any other repulsive or vile word I can come up with for as long as I am alive."

I held out my hand and waited for him to take it. He stood staring at me like I was some rare creature he had never seen before. Eventually he took my hand, I shook it tersely and let go.

" Micah, it's been a pleasure, multiple in fact. I would appreciate it if you didn't shoot me in the back as I walk away. Thanks." I turned quickly not trusting myself to walk away if I kept staring at his still naked body. He didn't say anything, just watched me go. After about 100 yards was when the pain came.

An agony that I have not felt in years. The sharp thrust of loss pinged through my heart, It was like losing a part of my soul. Tears started to stream down my face uncontrollably and clutched my chest trying to keep my body from falling apart. I felt the breath leave my body and I groped a tree with my free hand for support. There was no pain in the world more acute than this feeling, my world was flooding and I was being sucked under the current by no gentle wave.

All of a sudden a hand brushed my back. A warm hand that seemed to calm the winds in my mind, it relieved the flooding, and gave me air to breathe again. Another hand circled around my body pressing me close to a hard chest and stomach.

"Shhh. Take deep breaths. You need to breath, Parker. Remember to breathe." Micah kissed the top of my head and carefully turned me around to face him. I didn't look at his face just yet. My eyes were closed and trained to the ground. I needed to knock out every sensation that was overwhelming me to focus on the calm I needed.

"That's it. That a girl...keep breathing." Another kiss, this time on my forehead. His lips are so soft and full.

"Wha...What's happening to me?" I opened my eyes but kept them focused on my feet. I felt his large hand gently settle under my chin, he raised my face up so that I had no choice to look in his eyes...I felt myself start to drown again.

"Please Parker, just listen okay?" he waited for me to acknowledge his request, I was still short of breath and recovering from what I could only describe as a part of my soul being torn out. I nodded so that he would be satisfied.

"We are mated. I know it's hard to believe especially since we met only a few hours ago and I know it's doubly hard to believe we are mated because we are of a different race. But our race does not matter. Where we come from doesn't matter. Anything we thought our lives were suppose to be have been tossed out the window because of our being mated."

During his little lecture he had removed his hand from my chin and started to caress my shoulders. His rough hands were like heroin, I couldn't get enough of them touching my body. This whole experience is terrifying.

"But why do I feel pain when I leave you? Is that going to last forever?"

The thought of never having a moment to run in the woods on a full moon by myself again was too depressing to bear. While it was of the norm for werewolves to run in packs on the full moon, I had become accustomed to solitude and enjoyed my time among whatever forest or wide plains I happened to be near during the moonlit run. The wolves that we share our bodies and souls with cannot withstand the call of their mother, the moon. While most of the time we can exist in one body in peace and compromise, on the night of the moonlit run, all our baser animal instincts take over and our human skin is literally ripped from our backs to make way for fur and claws. It is the most invigorating and freeing moment in a wolf's life...except one moment that seems to have been forgotten or passed for myth the last 5 centuries...until a few hours ago that is.

"That will go away eventually. For the next month or so however our bodies and in essence our souls will not be able to survive without the other being a least within 100 yards of each other."

Micah backed away from me and moved to where his clothes and weapons rested. He picked up his pants and started to dress. I stood there for a moment watching the lean lines of his body shift and tense with the simple movements that suddenly seemed too erotic to handle. I had meant to ask him more questions but I was suddenly pre-occupied. My breathing came harder and I felt a familiar dampening between my thighs. My eyes tingled, letting me know my gaze had gone black again. A sure sign that my wolf was pressing her will into the forefront of my mind.

I felt myself take a step toward him and then another, another, until I was right behind him. Micah turned around without realizing I was right behind him, he didn't jump but his eyes widened and he dropped the belt he was about to put on.

"Is this going to happen often too?" I panted running my fingers down the length of his chest. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, it made me squirm that the tense form of my body so close to his could make his breath stop short.

"Um-" he cleared his throat, his hands started to rise up to rest on my shoulders but he restrained himself and took a step back.

"Yes, it's the same with the proximity restrictions. The overpowering – um – need we feel for each other will pass after a month or so..." I took another step closer to him, this time I made sure our bodies were touching, my hardened nipples rubbed against smooth mocha colored skin. He put his hands on my shoulders this time and squeezed hard enough to bruise. With noted effort he pushed me back. I put my hands on his forearms with a noise of protest.

"No-" I tried to push closer to him

"Parker, we can't right now...trust me I want to-"my wolf let out a low growl "I really want to...I've never felt this pull before. But we need to get out of the woods and then I promise we can fuck for the rest of the week...please....I promise." His voice had become strained which seemed to whip me from my lust filled stupor. I looked where my hands were placed on his arms and saw blood dripping from where my nails had dug into his skin. I hissed at the metallic smell of the blood and pulled away as fast as I could.

"I-" I shook my head to clear it and walked over to where a small pond sat at the base of the tree. Ignoring the general rule that you stay away from sitting water I splashed the water on my face to wake myself up.

"I'm sorry...I usually have more control over my girl..." I stood and faced him, again trying to avoid his eyes.

"It's all right...neither of us can really expect to be acting rationally...I mean nothing like this has happened for over 100 years." He picked up his shirt and put it on in one fluid motion that made my skin crawl. "What do you mean your girl? Do you mean your wolf?"

I glanced at him quickly running my hands over my damp face "Yeah um...cause she's mine ya know...I need to find my clothes...I left them about 2 miles east of here I think...they are probably soaked through."

"It's odd to hear you talk about your wolf possessively. Usually the werewolves I've met talk about being one with their wolves. They say 'we' when addressing themselves." I snorted at this comment putting my hand on my hip.

"And what wolves have you met, hmm? Ones that you have tortured for interrogation purposes?" I needed to keep my head clear, when in doubt resort to anger and hostility.

"Members of the counsel mostly...but you are correct I have tortured your kind for information." He had finished getting dressed by now and was fishing through his pack. My body tensed at his comment getting ready to run. I reminded myself that this was a mage after all...he could have placed some kind of curse on me to explain this so-called proximity restriction. His hand emerged with some spare, dry clothes. A large men's button up and some sweat pants.

"Put these on, the sooner we get out of here the better." He threw the clothes at me obviously wanting to avoid physical contact. I dressed quickly but not before noticing a peculiar look in his brown eyes. I couldn't read it.

"Thanks but I need to find my clothes-"

"There's no time we really need to leave." He started walking west which forced me to follow him. I stopped dead in my tracks trying to ignore the itch of pain beginning to seep into my heart.

"STOP! I need to find my clothes..." I started walking in the opposite direction forcing him to follow me this time

"You know...I didn't peg you for a shallow person concerned with materialistic possessions." He huffed in exasperation

"Oh fuck off! I like running through here on moonlit run. I can't do that if certain people know I frequent this area...and leaving clothes with my scent seeping into the ground and trees are not exactly the best display of discretion." He had caught up to me by now

"I thought you had permission to be here." He mimicked my tone from what seemed like years ago

"I do! But that doesn't mean there aren't ignorant people like you running amok around here trying to round up the rogues." I hurried along, I caught the scent of my clothes about a half mile away.

"Who gave you permission?" he questioned with disbelief

"The powers that be." I snapped

"Ugh, don't be a bitch."

"Now who has foul language?" I smirked at him bending down to pick up my clothes. "Now we can-"

The scent I caught was foul. Like stale magic lingering around a corpse. Micah opened his mouth to say something but I grabbed him and jumped as high as I could. We landed on a thick branch. I pushed him against the tree trunk and straddled him keeping my hand over his mouth. I raised my fingers and motioned that there were two figures heading our way from the east.

He nodded his understanding. I cast my gaze east trying to use my naturally enhanced vision to identify the beings advancing toward us on the forest floor. I started to see forms materialize about half a mile away but something else caught my attention. Micah's brown eyes seemed to be emitting some sort of pulse. I turned slowly to him so as not to startle him and cause a chain reaction. I learned in my many years alive that when dealing with mages on edge, approach with caution. Judging by the strain in Micah's pants beneath me...he was definitely on edge. But this pulse was not unfriendly, it was heat personified. His breathing became strained underneath my hand and I felt his lips press to my palm. He started nibble and lick my hands in an almost possessive manor. My wolf wanted to whine in protest that she couldn't fuck him that instant...but the fear of the approaching beings won over lust.

I shook my head at him and moved a knotted piece of hair from his face. I rested my head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. The worm smell of the earth permeated from his copper skin, it struck my heart and my loins in an intense ferocity causing me to clench my walls wishing his firm dick was inside my yearning pussy.

I felt the dark forms pass beneath us. They were cloaked in shadow moving swiftly with purpose. They had no need for us although I undoubtedly knew they were aware of our presence. Old magic like this had a purpose to all its actions. The cold that sweeped through my body was breathtaking...not painful but not something I want to experience again...and I had felt this before, a very long time ago. The figure passed as quickly as it had come. I raised my head from Micah's shoulder and removed my hand from his mouth. Micah's pulsing eyes were gazing into mine and I couldn't control myself any longer.

I pushed my fingers through his dark hair and ran my tongue along his lower lip. His mouth captured mine forcing his tongue into my mouth and stroking along my teeth. His hands moved to the loose sweatpants he had given me, kneading my ass and running up and down along my spine. With a move too quick for me to catch his hand swiftly pushed its way into my pants and massaged the wet lips of my pussy. I gasped, wondering at the feel of his fingers playing with me, teasing me. His left hand moved to my breast underneath the large shirt. He took my nipple in his fingers and started to pull and play with my nerves causing me to let out the whine my wolf had wanted from earlier.

"We-"he gasped in turn as my hand rubbed over his hardened cock through his clothes "are in a tree".

"What?" I unbuttoned his pants and freed his member lowering my head so I could nibble and whisper in his ear "Never been jerked off in a tree before?"

He took two fingers and plunged them inside me causing a growl to erupt from my throat, his other hand still squeezing my tit. My girl was having the time of her life. Never before have I truly let myself go like this allowing my animalistic side to takeover. I kissed him hard, biting his lip and sampling what little blood seeped out. I started to writhe on his hand as he finger fucked me. I stoked and pulled his dick as hard as I could, trying to keep rhythm with him and praying I didn't lose control of myself before he could finish. I wanted us to be completely in sync.

I felt the tightening in my gut and groaned as it traveled south into the heat of my pussy. The second he added a third finger and began stroking my clit I couldn't take it anymore, his hand was pounding into me so hard now it felt as though there was an actual dick inside me. I needed the release that I had already experienced 6 times today, but it wasn't enough. I knew then that I could never get enough of this man for as long as I lived. I continued to kiss him ferociously making him quite aware of my intentions. I needed him to know that he was mine and that no one else could have him.

I felt the beginning of my release just as his cock tensed and began to spurt his jizz all over my hands. My orgasm was quick and and slightly painful as his finger fucking had been. But the pain was welcome, it made me hyper aware of our surroundings. As I slowed my kissing down I licked along his neck and nipped lightly and playfully. He opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"Now...I can officially say I've been jerked off in a tree." I let out a quick breathless laugh when I heard the voices

"MICAH! Micah if you are near show yourself!" A strong male voice called into the forest.

Micah looked at me and the look I had seen earlier crossed his face. I couldn't recognize it yet again, but it warmed my heart.

"Time to go. Can you get us out of here without being seen?" I nodded and lifted him so that we were standing on the branch.

"My car is probably about 3 miles from here, can you hold on for 3 miles?" I whispered to him. He looked out towards the fast approaching voices and sighed.

"Do I have a choice?" I gave him a devilish grin and bent down allowing him to climb on my back. I took the next few seconds to allow my hands to partially make way for my long claws. Shifting is painful, but partially shifting is nearly impossible for most wolves because you must concentrate the tearing of flesh in one particular body part. When you shift fully a numbing takes place where you don't have to think about the horrific tremors coursing through your skin. To shift one body part you have to pay attention to the pain.

"What kind of wolf are you?" Micah gasped as he saw my newly formed claws, clearly recognizing how this should be impossible.

"Hold on to me...mate." I smiled through the pain and winked at him. Just as our intruders had caught sight of us I began to jump from tree to tree making my way to where I had parked my car. As I nearly flew through the woods pausing every now and then to adjust Micah's grip on my body to make sure he was secure, I realized that his probing questions were not going to make my situation any easier...fuck this whole mating thing was going to complicate my life to no ends.

To be continued...