Page 17 of The Wolf's Secret Baby

“It shouldn’t be that way, Typhon.”

“That is all I have to say on the matter. We should be silent. Our prey is near.”

Typhon moved away from me and signaled to Kull. We found a glade in which they told me to wait. There was a moment of hesitation before they left me. I assumed they were afraid I might wander away, but that plan didn’t enter my mind. For one I wouldn’t know in which direction to walk. This forest was dangerous to someone who was unfamiliar with the terrain. I could find myself lost, and I wasn’t the type of person who could survive in the wild. I was also scared that I might run into the other wolves as well. I hated the thought of what they might do to me when they realized that Typhon and Kull were nowhere around. Another reason was because I wouldn’t have been ableto escape them. They were stronger and faster than me and they would have been able to track me down with their keen senses.

So, I lowered myself to a mossy area and waited for them. I watched them as they disappeared into the trees, seeing the air shimmer around them as they embraced the beasts inside. Their bodies changed and it still felt as though I was seeing something that I shouldn’t. My mind ached as I tried to make sense of it. Every rational part of me was screaming that this shouldn’t happen and yet I could not deny my own senses. I watched them as they fell forward and started to walk on all fours, as their bodies swelled, with fur exploding out of their flesh, a thick, fluffy tail protruding from their rears. They were so huge and majestic. It was impossible to not be in awe of them.

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I wasn’t sure how long it took before they returned. I could hear them in the distance, howling loudly. The shrubbery moved as they came back. When they appeared, they were in their human form. The meat had already been skinned. They had not taken the antlers away from the corpse and I felt pity for the animal that had been slain for our meal. It was more harrowing to see an animal treated like this than what I was used to in the sanitized world, where the meat was carefully prepared and packaged to the point where we could embrace cognitive dissonance and forget that it was once a living thing. I felt like a coward. There was something pure and impressive about the way Typhon and Kull carried themselves, as though this was the way life was intended to be lived. There was no denying their true nature, no trying to soften the hard edges of the world. It was a cruel place, and nature possessed a savage quality that society had tried to numb. We thought ourselves above it, better than it, progressing from our brutish ancestors who thought nothing of compassion.

But were we really better than them? I wasn’t so sure, not when I saw how Typhon and Kull treated their prey. They handled it softly, with respect. They built a spit and then a fire, roasting it carefully. They told the story of the hunt while the meat cooked, which was a ritual among their people. They said that this was to honor the animal that had been slain. I realized that I didn’t know anything about the animals I ate. They were distant, ephemeral things that I never had to think too strongly about. There was a distinct lack of respect in this sentiment, and I realized how shallow and false my life had been.

We shared the meat out. It was a simple meal but rich and delicious. The meat was tender, cooked to perfection. I wouldn’t dare to think how much this would have cost in a fine restaurant but there was something perfectly simple about this meal.

“Why do you do what you do?” Kull asked. The question took me by surprise, so much so that I swallowed the chunk of meat I had been chewing too soon and it almost became lodged in my throat. I pressed my fingers against my larynx and managed to get it down.

“When I was younger a lot of what people did confused me. I always wanted to understand why they acted the way they did. It seemed that people were ruled by emotions. My father used to get angry a lot, especially when his favorite sports team lost. He would get so enraged by it and I could never understand why he allowed it to bother him so much. I started to track my own emotions, and I became aware of them. I hoped that by understanding them I would be able to prevent myself from having these outbursts like dad. Then I studied the mind and behavior, and I realized that not enough people paid attention to their emotions. I wanted to try and help them have a settled mind and be honest with themselves. I think that a lot of us end up running from ourselves because we’re too afraid to face the truths we hold within, so when people talk to me; they canfeel safe to explore these parts of them. In effect, I want to help people understand themselves better, and I also think that there are so many different people in the world that it’s fascinating to see things from their perspective. When I really dig down deep and I learn why someone thinks the way they do, when I look at the patterns of their life, it helps me to understand why they hold their beliefs.”

“And what do your emotions say about you?” Typhon asked. An uneasy feeling crawled beneath my skin, but I wasn’t going to cower from the question.

“I wasn’t sure before I came on this trip, but I wasn’t being entirely honest with myself. Meeting you has given me an opportunity to think about it and I know why I feel this way now. I’ve spent my entire life trying to control myself, trying to make sure that I give off the right image, that I impress the right people. I’ve been rigid and disciplined, and I think it’s all built up inside me, and now it’s ready to explode.” I stared into the fire, allowing my words to form without inhibition, without any thought of holding them back. The light had dropped in the world and the temperature was cool. The flames danced, bright and clear, and they seemed to be gesturing towards me, reaching to me. I wanted to embrace the heat. I wanted to feel all of these wicked desires that should have been taboo.

“There’s another side to me that I’ve always denied. At college, I never went to the parties, you know. I never lost control. I studied, studied, studied. I’ve always tried to be an exampleto other people, a paragon of virtue, but the world isn’t virtuous, and I think I’m starting to realize that sometimes you need to embrace your true nature. I came out here to be wild and now that I’ve started to taste this reality; I find I want more. Out here I can escape myself and I can be someone who I never thought I would be.”

It was then that I noticed Kull sidling towards me, placing his arm around my waist. His hand rested on my hip, as though he owned me. The fire crackled and the scent of him filled my nostrils. Arousal burned inside and I could feel it wanting to burst out of me with blazing heat. Then I lifted my gaze, and I met Typhon’s eyes. The fire flitted in front of him, making it seem as though he was emerging from the inferno. I could sense what he wanted, and I was ready.

Chapter Thirteen

Kull

“Will you kiss Kull again?” Typhon asked.

Ambrosia didn’t answer with words. Instead, she turned towards me and ran a hand against the side of my face. I saw the fire reflected in her eyes and this spoke to her wild spirit. Her scent was potent. It washed over me, tempting me, calling me as the wind calls wolves forth. She may have been human but there was an elemental part of her that made her simmer with primal heat. She wasn’t like other humans. She wasn’t like other wolves. She was entirely unique, and I found myself enraptured by her. Every part of me twitched with arousal and I wanted to be close to her. Kissing her felt as though I was being bathed in fire and all I could think was that I wanted to burn. Her hair brushed against her pale skin, while her lips parted with eagerness. She closed her eyes, and we were kissing again. Our mouths pressed tightly against each other, our tongues darting inside. Her delicate fingers ran down my neck. Mine rested against her waist, pushing aside the thin fabric of clothes that hid her natural beauty from the world.

“Touch her breasts, Kull,” Typhon said. His voice was distant, yet near. He was removed from us and yet a part of this all the same. I did as he requested, moving my hand up. Ambrosia’s body arched in response to my touch. My palm swam across her voluptuous breasts. They were pert and full, the skin soft. My fingers sank into it, and I wanted more. I pulled at her clothes, lowering them to reveal the deep valley of her cleavage. I kissed a trail from the hollow of her throat to her chest, burying myself in between her breasts. She flung her head back and a wild laugh escaped from her throat. Herhands wrapped around my skull, fingers slipping between my thick locks of hair. I felt stitches being ripped as I gave into my impulses and pulled her top away, until the breasts poured out. The shadows of nipples stared at me. I brushed my cheeks against them, before taking them into my mouth, moaning with satisfaction. Ambrosia held me close. The fire crackled behind us, the heat pressing against my back.

“You served us last time Ambrosia. This time Kull is going to serve you,” Typhon said. “What do you want him to do?”

I looked up, pulling my lips away from her breasts for a moment. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, and her cheeks were flushed with arousal. She simmered with a scent that I could only describe using one word: delicious. Her tongue rested against her lower lip. She drew it across her mouth. I gazed up at her with wide eyes, a willing servant ready to do whatever she asked, for she was glorious, and I was overwhelmed with the feeling of attraction. I needed to be close to her. I needed to make her feel good.

“I… I want you to do what I did for you,” she whispered, the sound so faint it was almost as though she feared expressing this desire but saying the words seemed to embolden her. I felt pressure on the top of my head, and I obeyed. I sank to my knees as her legs spread. She leaned back and pulled away her clothes, exposing the lower half of her body. I traced a line across the soft surface of her thighs, kissing as I did so to mark my territory. I was drawn by instinct to the simmering heat in between her legs, this prickling aroma that filled my lungs every time I inhaled. She was sweet and hot and damp. I ran my hands around her thighs and reached down, stroking her calf muscles. I kissed her, inching closer and closer. I could feel her breaths growing shallower, aching with tension. I hesitated and I could hear her whimper.

“Kull…” she breathed, and my heart did somersaults. I buried myself in her. I kissed her femininity, feeling her arousal staining my lips. I lay my tongue flat against her and then made it writhe, lapping and dancing around her sweet spots until I found a natural rhythm to her pleasure, and then I repeated the motions, cracking the silence of the air with her ardent moans. I curled my arms around her body and legs, pulling her closer and closer, almost as though I could become a part of her. I used my tongue like a musical instrument, creating a beautiful melody of her moans. Her taste flowed across my tongue, and I gulped it all down, welcoming it as it flowed from her delta. Her breaths were heavy now, and her hands were clamped upon my head. I glanced up and saw her breasts hanging out of her clothes. Her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open. Her expression was twisted as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Then, Typhon came closer. I became aware of his presence. He enjoyed watching and, as it happened, I enjoyed being watched. I wanted to put on a performance for him. He came right up to Ambrosia and started to touch her. He pulled her hair away from her face, exposing her slender neck. He groped her breasts and wiped sweat from her body, before putting his finger against his tongue to taste her. Then, he tilted her head towards him. She cracked her eyes open and stared at him as I kept stimulating her with my tongue. I could feel the pleasure swimming within her, coming out in waves that possessed greater intensity each time. She then spasmed, her legs pressing against the sides of my head, burying me in her so deeply that I was suffocating with intimacy, and if I had died in that moment, I would have been a happy wolf indeed.

Then she came, and my mouth was filled with her pleasure. My lips were stained. I gasped, gulping everything she gave me down and then leaned back. The fire illuminated theglistening trails upon her thighs, and she pulsed with desire. She had a groggy look on her face.

“And what do you want Kull to do now? Do you want him to fuck you?” Typhon asked, harsh edges to his voice. He still had his hand curled beneath her throat but then he removed it. Ambrosia was nodding. She didn’t have the capacity to form words. Typhon took her hand and pulled her to the ground. She fell onto all fours, staring at the fire. I took up position behind her and placed my hands on her hips, running them all over the gorgeous curves. Then I pulled myself out and leaned into her. She gasped as the hot, burning areas of our bodies met. I felt the tension ripple through her. Typhon paced around, getting a view from every angle. I grabbed her tightly and then made the final push, locking us together. Ambrosia’s body shuddered and she lowered herself to the ground. I grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her head up and began thrusting. I snarled as I watched myself getting deeper and deeper inside her, every thick inch of my lust disappearing, swallowed up by her beautiful, gorgeous, soft body. She groaned and moaned, the sounds soaring towards the fire, burning in the air. I kept hold of her hair with one hand. With the other, I traced the curves of her body and reached around, fondling her breasts. I leaned forward and she pushed back, getting deeper and deeper inside her. Fuck she felt so good. The air was alive with her scent and all of my senses were being overwhelmed. I could still taste her on my tongue. Typhon crouched down and looked Ambrosia in the eyes. He twisted her head to make her look over her shoulder, and I saw that her eyes were rolling in the back of her head. This inspired me to fuck her even harder. I slammed into her, pounding so hard that everything became a blur. I had been filled with so much frustration and anguish during my pursuit of Hana, a chase that had ended up being cursed.

Ambrosia was everything Hana wasn’t. She listened to me. She cared about me. When she spoke to me, I felt as though she actually wanted to deal with my feelings, and I got the sense that she respected me. I wasn’t just some aberration to her. I wasn’t seen as lesser than anyone else. I was the man she wanted to fuck. I was the man making her scream with ecstasy. I was the man buried deep inside her, holding onto her, touching every part of her and being touched in return. As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I became alive with pleasure and lust and all the thrilling aspects of life that had been denied to me for so long. My body moved like a rolling storm, driven by an elemental fury and an instinct that could not be denied, and all the while Typhon watched, enjoying the view. He reached down and started playing with himself. His body was illuminated by the glow of the fire.

“Oh God,” Ambrosia moaned as she watched him pleasure himself while I fucked her. Her skin was flushed. I let go of her hair. The strands fell around her shoulders, covering her face like a veil. I took hold of both her shoulders and pushed her down low, fucking her as deep as I could get. I could feel that everything was coming now. It was building up inside me, this torrent that was going to come as surely as the winter storms. I threw my head back and howled loudly, letting the world know of my pleasure and my desire. I felt her tighten and flutter, her body feeling as though it was wrapped around my cock, and she took everything I had. Typhon finished at the same time. His pleasure exploded out in a jet that was captured by the fire. It sizzled in the flames, and we were spent. Sweat flooded my body as I withdrew from her and sat back, staring up at the stars. There was a dazed look on my face. Ambrosia groaned as she pulled herself together. She arranged her clothes to cover herself in modesty again, but I knew it was a lie. Deep down she was as much of an animal as Typhon and I were. She pulled her hairaway from her face. Typhon smirked, still staring at her. Then our eyes met, and he nodded towards me with respect. Ambrosia was proving to be a wellspring of delight, and I knew that we were just getting started.

An excited energy surged through me. I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. The fury of the orgasm had awoken something within me, something that I could not deny. It was a pulsing, thrumming kind of energy that burned, and I could not contain it. I pushed myself to my feet and declared that I needed to run. I needed to find some way to unleash all of these things that were coursing through me. So I turned away from them and closed my eyes, searching for the wolf within. The growl murmured and grew in volume, until it was a cacophony in my mind. I stretched out my arms and then felt my body shifting. Bones cracked and muscles twisted. The beast within me revealed itself and soon enough I was prowling on all fours, racing across the land, filled with this ravenous energy. I wanted to throw myself into the world, for it had never been more beautiful than it was at this present moment.

And it was all because of Ambrosia.

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