Page 14 of Midlife Wolf's Only Hope

I laugh and roll out of bed. I make it about two steps before I feel his arms around me. The next instant, I am on my back on the bed, gasping and shuddering as his lips and tongue move over my pussy like a vibrator.

“Oh shit,” I breathe as his mouth expertly stimulates me so that within a few minutes, it feels like miniature fireworks explode all through me and I gasp and twitch and moan and shudder, unable to control my body. Fortunately, I don’t need to control myself because he has absolute control of me, so absolute that when my orgasm hits and I turn into a screaming, writhing ball of sensations, his mouth remains firmly on my pussy and my orgasm intensifies and intensifies until I am in a near panic.

He pulls his mouth off of me and I gasp. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says.

“Fuck you,” I stammer, gasping for breath.

“Fine with me,” he says.

His cock slams into me and my orgasm instantly returns to its peak. I focus on the feel of his cock opening me and filling me, as much to ground myself at the moment so I don’t collapse into a ball of firing nerve endings as because it feels so good it drives every sensation from my body.

When he moans and I can tell he’s going to cum, I say, “Cum all over me, baby. Claim me.”

He pulls out and I feel his cum shoot all over me from my pussy to my face. Each spurt is like a statement that I belong to him and I caress his balls and massage the sensitive skin just above his shaft so his orgasm is as long and powerful as possible.

After, I look up at him and say, “Why Mr. Valentine, you’ve made me all dirty.”

He laughs and picks me up. “Then lets clean you up, my lady.”

As we shower together, I try to focus on the closeness I feel to him, but my mind keeps wandering to Annie. I try to keep my concern off of my face, but Val must see the worry in my eyes because after a moment, he asks, “You’re still worried about Annie, aren’t you?”

I sigh and nod. “I mean, I’m sure you’ll put the fear of God into those boys in a perfectly legally defensible way, but there will be other boys and not all of them will be so afraid of you they won’t try to take advantage of a vulnerable young girl. At the end of the day, Annie needs to understand that she’s putting herself in danger sneaking out with those boys. I’m just not sure how to get her to understand that.”

He doesn’t respond right away but when he does, he says, “That’s much easier said than done but I promise you one thing: Your niece will not be hurt by those boys or by anyone else. I might not be able to convince every boy to stay away but I can convince the ones that get close that it’s not worth their health to take advantage of that closeness. I know that’s not a complete solution but at the very least, you don’t have to worry about anyone hurting her.”

I smile and lean against his chest. “I believe you, but I don’t want that to come back to bite you. Those boys might not pick a fight with a four-hundred-pound wolf but what happens when they tell their parents, and those parents decide to tell the world that their children are being terrorized by a werewolf?"

He is silent and I can tell he’s realizing my point for probably the first time. Finally, he says, “It doesn’t matter. Annie’s safety comes first.”

“You’re right,” I agree. “But your safety still matters, and Annie will never be truly safe until she is wise enough to make the right choices with her body. God, I hate that I have to think about Annie’s body and how she uses it now.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “That’s not even remotely fun. But we’ll get through it. Annie’s no more rebellious than my daughter Kiara was. It takes a lot of hard work and more than a few sleepless nights but we’ll make sure Annie gets through high school unscathed the way Gwen and I made sure Kiara got through high school unscathed.”

“Uh huh,” I say. “And how many unmarked graves did that take?”

“Hey,” he retorts. “You can’t prove anything.”

I stare at him a moment. Then we both burst into laughter and for the moment, at least, my worries are eased.

CHAPTER TEN

Valentine

I stare at the text for a moment and I’m already several steps toward the door by the time I look away. It’s damned strange to realize I feel the same level of panic I might if the text was about one of my kids. Well, I don’t know for certain if it’s the same, but I panic out of fear of loss and not just out of sympathy. I don’t slow down but say, “Emergency,” to the secretary and keep walking.

The moment I’m out of the office, I sprint to my truck. I can feel the wolf threatening to come out. Powerful emotions do that. The moment I get the engine started, I dial Klarice.

“Val! Oh, God, Val!”

‘Where are you?”

“I… it’s off exit twenty-eight. The car is here. The boys don’t know where she went, Val. She’s in the woods somewhere.”

“Don’t let them leave,” I say, “I’m on my way.”

I call Gwen. It takes a few seconds to explain, and she finally says, “I can’t make it, Val. I’m four hours away.”

“Damn it all to hell,” I say. “All right,” I add, “Sorry. Not your fault.”

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