Page 37 of Abundant Moon
“I’m glad I caught you! Katrine needs another hour or so to finish up before we leave. The girls are sleeping, but come on back and take a peek.”
Due to the strong odor of paint, the babies preferred the kitchen to the studio for their naps. It actually worked out well for Katrine, who couldn’t seem to concentrate on her work if they were in the same room. The group stuck their heads in the door, smiling at the precious Christmas gifts laying side by side – Holly dressed in green and Noel in pink. They squirmed a bit at the fresh influx of scents, but continued sleeping.
Mandy waved them over to the open studio door to watch Katrine work. She knew they were there, of course - utterly focused on the canvas. This painting belonged to the series of commissioned works for Walter Denali and the Navajo Nation Museum. Normally, she worked freehand and specialized in wolves among natural settings. This, however, was a special portrait based on the only known photograph of Walter’s famous ancestor, Gray Feather.
No one missed Jack’s hiss of indrawn breath at the striking, full-color image before him. Through a string of phone calls and other research provided by the museum, every detail of his clothing, headdress, and ornamentation had been painstakingly reproduced. The long-dead Navajo chief appeared so real, one almost expected him to step from the canvas into the room. Predictably, Jack wept, and William slid an arm around his mate’s waist as painful memories resurfaced.
As Hezekiah Matson’s closest friend, and a human, Gray Feather was the one entrusted with the very journals now in Jack’s possession. He alone witnessed Hezekiah’s death, and after burying him with dignity, preserved the journals through eight generations until Walter and Jack met only last year. Aside from losing Hezekiah before his time, Jack regretted never meeting Gray Feather in person.
Katrine stopped her work momentarily and turned to face her guests.
“Come take a closer look, Jack. As you can see, I’m almost finished with it. What do you think?”
Jack crept closer, eyeing the painting from different angles as he approached. Mesmerized, he finally managed to speak.
“Magnificent, Katrine. I am not qualified to judge its merits other than to say it has moved me deeply. I am uncertain anyone else could have brought him back to life this way. Rest assured, Walter will, indeed, be pleased.”
Katrine blushed at the offered praise, stepping back to examine the object of her labor.
“Thank you. I’ve never done a piece like this before, and love how it turned out. When it’s finished, I’m going to have it professionally photographed for you, Walter, and myself. By the way, did you know Walter is coming here with a special team to collect and transport all the commissioned pieces? He’s looking forward to seeing you again.”
The news startled a deep rumbling chuckle from Jacks’ chest.
“I had hoped he might, and look forward to introducing him to the pack. He is the only one, at present, who knows our true identity. Fear not, he may be trusted.”
Reluctant to keep Katrine from her work any longer, Jack, William, and Robyn quietly withdrew and headed home. As usual, William drove and Jack kept Robyn company in the back seat. Perplexed, she asked Jack if his dreams of late might be tied to Walter.
“To my knowledge there is no connection. The dreams foretell of a human revealing our true nature to the world – at least thepossibilitysomeone will do so. Walter would never betray us, of this I am most certain. With Luna’s warning, I hope to discover this person long before our security is breached. Do not be alarmed, Robyn. You are safe. I believe Ben will be discussing the situation with Alpha Sheppard and let us know what they decide.”
Chapter 21
ROBERT SQUIRMED ASAsh gently inserted the oversized butt-plug, panting through the discomfort. Once seated properly, Ash massaged his mate’s back, inner thighs, and balls until he relaxed. They’d found the only way for Robert to take his hefty fireplug cock was to stretch him out while they enjoyed some foreplay. It required a bit of advance planning, but they both enjoyed switching it up too much to settle for less.
Robert, filled up and waiting for their moment, positioned his mate face down on the mattress and lifted his hips. While it drove Ash wild, the man loved being rimmed. Robert’s warm, wet tongue licked down Ash’s crack, lingering on the most beautiful pink pucker he’d ever seen. Reaching between his mate’s spread legs, Robert grasped the man’s thick cock like a cow’s teat and began to pull in time with his tongue’s strokes. Ash grunted, wiggled, and moaned.
“Yes, yes! More, keep going!”
Robert buried his whiskered face in the gorgeous ass before him, licking, biting, and penetrating as far as he could with his talented tongue until Ash nearly collapsed with need. He paused the action to slather lube on Ash’s dick and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“I’m going to ride you this time, love, so turn over.”
Ash obeyed, eager to fill up his sexy mate from any position. With a grunt, Robert pulled out the butt-plug and lowered himself on the power tool jutting up from his mate’s body – wide and pink, with a flared arrow-shaped head. Even after being stretched, it took time adjusting to the intrusion while Ash whined at the delay. Ready now, Robert leaned forward to flick his mate’s sensitive nipples and lick the mating scar.
As intended, Ash began a frenzied thrusting, rocking the sturdy bed. Robert bounced and grunted, taking the pounding like a champ as the orgasm built. Somehow, he managed to squeeze his channel tighter, driving Ash crazy with extra sensation and giving his prostate a workover. When Ash reached over to stroke his mate’s dick in a firm grip, it sent them both over the edge.
