“You always have me doing the stupid things,” he whinged.
“That’s because you always complain about the food we get,” Orin said as he leans up against the wall, arms folded.
“I do not.”
“On second thought, how bout I go get supplies?” Weylyn said. “Last time we sent Keegan, he came back with more whiskey than food.”
“What? It was a camping trip. That was the only way I could sleep on the cold, hard ground.”
“And we all know how often you start with the whiskey, and end up sleeping on the ground.”
“Right,” Orin said. So Keegan and I will get a boat.”
As they set off, I waited until the door closed behind Orin and Keegan. Then I turned my attention toward Weylyn.
“The full moon is coming up. You two going to be okay?”
“Shit. I hope so, but...” Weylyn paused for a shrug. “A full moon will make us more aggressive, but that could work in our favor. Especially if we run into the triplets. One ass-kicking was enough.”
“And Orin?” I ask him.
“That’s a dicey call. You know his wolf is harder to control.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. He has strong instincts to protect Keira, but... the last thing we need is for him to be out of control.”
“I’ll talk to him. We’ll figure it out.” Weylyn grabbed the room key and headed out to buy supplies.
I wouldn’t say that Orin is unable to control his wolf. It’s just that sometimes his wolf side takes over completely, and there is no more Orin. He’s extremely protective of us. We are, after all, his family – his pack, if you will. But with Keira in the picture, he already seemed to be in overdrive all the time. I just hoped he wouldn’t lose himself to his animal side. It could get really ugly.
I sat down and fired up my computer. I had just started a search for Celtic Pooka legends, when a knock came at the door. “Brann?”
“Keira. Come in, come in.”
“Katie went off into town. She’s going to reach out to LeAna and Nichole again, to see if they have come up with anything more.”
“Great. Thanks for letting me know.” I turned back to the screen, but I could see, in a faint reflection on my screen, that Keira was still hovering in the doorway. I turned back to face her.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked, nodding toward the books. But that look on her face? It was not very... academic. It stirred me.
“Sure, sure. Come on in.” Her hair was still wet from a shower. Water stains dotted the shoulders of her blouse, where strands had dripped. She moved over to the desk, leaning in closer, looking at the screen.
“See anything good?” she asked. The smell of coconut wafted over me.
“Mmm. Is that cream rinse I smell, or have you been slamming Pina Coladas?”
“It’s Katies, you like it?”
“Very sexy.”
“I’m glad you noticed,” she said, just as our lips crashed together. She was pulling me up out of the chair. Pressing her body into me as our hands began to explore. Her blouse dropped to the floor, and her breasts sprung free, more flawless than anything I’ve seen on this earth. As I cupped them in my hands, she got busy with the buckle on my belt. She moaned as I lowered my head to kiss the pert, erect nipples offered up like two ripe cherries. My pants fell down around my ankles, and I stepped out of them as we stumbled toward the bed. She pushed me down on my back, as her hands traveled south. My cock was stretching the front of my underwear. Briefly. As she pulled them off, I could feel the cool, wet strands of her hair trail across my chest, my belly, my throbbing groin. Her face hovered over my cock, she was driving me insane. First she teased the head with a slow, continuous lick, tantalizing my cock with a circling exploration. She the slowly shook her head back and forth, letting the damp tendrils of her hair tickle the shaft ever so lightly. Not whipping, but just sliding the cool, wet strands across my burning skin. She cranked the pleasure dial even higher, as she cupped my balls in her hand, cradling them, as if gently shaking them awake. I felt them swell and throb as Keira’s expert fingers stimulated my rock hard erection.
As fast as that, her mouth dived down on my shaft. Her tongue moved around inside her mouth as she drew me in. She proved her command of the art of fellatio, bestowing my raging hard-on a perfect blend of friction and suction, hot, hungry, brilliant. As she sucked, her fingernails traced over my nut sack, scratching delicately, just short of pain. Then, her hands left my balls, and very slowly trailed their way up my abdomen, the nails pressing so I felt it, leaving faint red tracks along the flesh. Alternating between tickle-scratching, and pressing down firmly on the muscles, kneading, feeling their shape and hardness. When she reached my pecs, she squeezed. Her fingers found my own nipples, and she clamped down on them, a sharply arousing pinch and pull.
“Oh, goddess,” was all I could say.
“Yes,” she chuckled, “I am.” I think that’s what she said. Hard for her to enunciate with my dick half way down her throat. Then her fingers released her pinching grip on my nipples. She was moving her sweet body now, and displayed remarkable flexibility and balance, as she managed to wriggle out of her pants without letting up on the Hoover job my cock was enjoying. This skillful exercise continued as she managed to maintain the blow job while she rotated on my
