Chapter Five

In Which Things Go Very Well for Everyone

W hen I finally finish closing up for the night, I find Nollaig outside as promised, surrounded by Black Raven County’s resident roaming pig family—Porshetta; her giant baby, Frigg; and their rescue pig, Chad. Nollaig kneels on the sidewalk, face-to-face with Porshetta, eyes locked as if they’re having a silent conversation.

She doesn’t look my way as I walk toward them, so I clear my throat and shuffle my feet as I approach. Instead of looking up, she holds up her index finger. I stand quietly to the side, waiting.

“That’s an intense staring contest you’ve got going on there,” I tease when she finally turns away from Porshetta and meets my eyes.

Nollaig smiles, caresses the pig’s face, then stands. “We’ve just been having a little conversation.”

“Really? What did she say?”

“She’s in love.”

I huff a laugh. “I don’t know. Chad’s handsome and all, but personally, I think you can do better, Porshetta. No offense, Chad.”

Nollaig smiles and takes my hand. “Not with Chad—that would be like you or me falling in love with a pet. Chad’s not a normal pig, but he’s not quite on the same level as Porshetta and Frigg. Porshetta and Frigg, they’re…” she pauses as if she’s searching for the right word. “They’re incredibly special.”

She smiles as she speaks, and I can’t take my eyes off her. My eyes meet hers, and for a moment, all I can do is stare. The pigs are forgotten as my brain leaps ahead. Suddenly, the anticipation is killing me.

“So,” Nollaig says, after a long moment.

“So,” I repeat because I’m an idiot.

She clears her throat. “You said you didn’t live too far?”

God, what is wrong with me? It’s like I’m suddenly a college kid trying to get a girl to come home with me from a frat party. I clear my throat. “We can actually walk to it from here. I live in an RV. It’s not much, but it’s just me and my cat. ”

She threads her fingers through mine and smiles. “You have a cat? Forgive me for stereotyping, but werewolves and cats don’t seem like they go together.”

I shrug. “Chewpawca is an old man. You’ll like him.”

She laughs. “Chewpawca? Like that bigfoot thing?”

I laugh. “Don’t let Chewpawca hear you say that. You’ll see why we named him that after you meet him.”

I lead her around the back of the building and to the woods just behind the Wild Hare. She has to be the most trusting or most naive woman I’ve ever met, because she says nothing as I guide her down the path that leads to my RV in the woods. As we step into the clearing I made for my little trailer, she lets go of my hand and spins in a small circle as her skirt floats around her ankles.

Spring is so close, but the nights are still chilly. It doesn’t seem to phase Nollaig at all. She takes a deep breath and looks up. “Oooh, you can see Orion from here,” she says. “See, there’s his belt.” I glance to where she’s pointing, then back at her. She looks like a goddess in the moonlight, her joy at the stars and the simple little clearing lighting up her face. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. “What?”

I shake my head and look down. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

I unlock the door and hold it open for her, but Nollaig pauses and makes one more spin. “Is all this land yours?”

“It’s the pack’s.”

“It’s wonderful. I love it.”

The little overgrown wooded area never seemed like much to me, but Nollaig's appreciation seems genuine. She steps up into the RV and squeals with excitement at the sight of the ancient fluffy cat that comes to greet her.

“You didn’t tell me he was such a distinguished gentleman,” she says, running a hand along Chewpawca’s furry back.

“He’s not. He likes to throw up on the bedroom rug right where my feet land when I get out of bed and scream for breakfast at six a.m. sharp.”

“You’re a good kitty, aren’t you, Chewpawca?” She baby-talks to him, ignoring my complaints. Chewpawca puts up with it for a few minutes before running off to lie on the small couch.

“So, uh, can I get you anything?”

Her eyes lock on mine. “I already stole your dinner and made you buy me drinks.”

“You didn’t make me. I offered.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not usually this needy. I’m the one who takes care of things.”

I hold out a hand to her. “It doesn’t hurt to let someone take care of you every now and again.”

She takes my hand and lets me pull her to me.

“What would you take care of, Zander?” she asks as she leans against me.

“Everything,” I answer truthfully, leaning closer, dying to taste her mouth. Our lips are so close, but she pauses for a moment, and her expression changes ever so slightly.

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. She locks her arms around my neck, her tongue delving into my mouth, as the kiss ignites something inside me. I have to have her now. I’ve never been quite this impatient before. Her kiss matches the chaos building inside me as her arms pull me in tighter .

“You staying with me tonight?” I ask when she pulls away to catch her breath.

She grins impishly. “All night. I don’t turn into a pumpkin until sunrise.”

“Good.” I kiss her again and pull her down the tiny hall to my bedroom. Thankfully, I did laundry this weekend. The bed isn’t made, but it does have clean sheets. Nollaig barely spares a glance at the room I’ve brought her to. She pulls me back into a kiss as soon as we’re beside the bed and begins to strip, pulling away from me only to pull her shirt over her head. I follow her lead, not wanting to still be clothed by the time she’s done.

“Zander, I can’t wait,” she says. I haven’t had a chance to even run a hand over her, but I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything I can to satisfy this woman.

“How do you want me?” I ask her.

“Can I be on top?” Standing on tiptoes, she begins to kiss my collar bone then begins working up my neck, making me shiver with the softest touch of her lips against the sensitive skin there.

“I have a knot. If I don’t pull out before the end, we’re locked for about an hour. ”

That stops her, and she meets my eyes. “An hour? Why—oh, that sounds amazing, but later, not yet.”

I nod and let her guide me back to the bed. She’s on my lap the moment I sit down.

“Are you ready for me?” she asks as she straddles me, the answer to the question obvious. Her pussy hovers over my erect cock. It’s all so fast, but I’m not going to argue with a woman who knows what she wants. I take a small breast in my mouth and flick my tongue over her nipple as my hands find her ass. It’s absolutely perfect.

Immediately, she stops moving and moans. Her hands fall to the side of my face, and she leans her forehead against the top of my head.

“Zander,” she sighs as I move on to the other breast. I feel her shiver as I work my tongue over her nipple. She may be in a hurry, but I like to play. I take my cock in one hand and rub the tip across her clit. She moans again, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

“Oh God, Zander…” I work her in small circles, my cock never leaving the spot until she’s shaking over me.

“Inside me, Zander…now.”

“I can keep going,” I tell her, but she shakes her head and wraps her small hand around my cock, lining us up. All at once, she’s on me, pressing down over my cock so fast it nearly takes my breath away with the sensation of it. She begins to move, and any thoughts I had leave my brain as the warmth of her body engulfs my cock completely. Her rhythm slowly becomes steadier and steadier until I’m so close, I want to flip her over and rut into her.

She seems to know what I’m thinking. I open my eyes, and she shakes her head, that same grin from before that tells me she’s in charge. She picks up the pace, slowing down only once as my knot grows. “So that’s your knot?” she breathes, her fingers reaching between us to feel it swell.

“It is,” I tell her, pressing up into her as she slams down on me. She groans as my knot enters her.

“We can’t, not yet.”

I press up into her again. “I’ve got you. I won’t let us lock.”

She smiles as she begins to move faster over me. “Always taking care of everything.”

“For you…anytime,” I say between thrusts.

In the dim light, I can tell she’s close. Her face is flushed, and her movements are faster but more erratic.

“Use me, Nollaig. I’m yours.”

She moans at my words. Encouraged by her response I thrust into her harder than before. “Cum on my cock, Nollaig. Cum for–”

“ZANDER!” she cries out my name, her nails digging into the flesh of my back so hard, I wonder if she doesn’t draw blood. I’m incredibly close myself, but I wait for her to come down.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t finish, did you?” she says when she finally opens her eyes.

“We’ve got all night. Besides, watching you use me was definitely worth it.”

She sticks her tongue out at me. “Use you?”

I laugh. “Utilize my cock appropriately? Is that any better?”

She laughs and pulls me down on the bed, her mouth finding mine again for a long moment. Eventually, she pulls back, but only slightly, “How can I return the favor, Zander Lamar?” she asks, her nose touching mine .

“You don’t have to–” I start only to have her put a finger to my lips.

“Use me, Zander. I’m yours,” she whispers, repeating my words back to me.

I roll her over and settle between her legs. She spreads them wide for me without saying a word and watches as I survey her naked body. I must stare too long because she wiggles her bottom.

“Come on, Zander, you’ve been in there before. It doesn’t have teeth.”

I shake my head. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

She laughs and tugs me where she wants me, pulling me down so I have to brace myself on either side of her head.

“No locking. I plan on wearing you out tonight,” she says with a grin.

I snort and begin to move, all mention of teeth leaving my brain as she opens up wider for me, her nails scratching gently down my spine as she whispers encouragement in my ear, running her tongue down my throat when I come within reach.

My body moves from slow and steady to fast and erratic so quickly I’m glad she got off first. The orgasm that was so close, then gone just moments before, pulses forth so quickly that I barely have enough time to pull out just quickly enough not to lock. She runs her soft hands soothingly down my back as I catch my breath, my cock still pulsing as it fills her.

“I’m sorry that was so fast.”

She shakes her head. “No need for that. No man that makes sure I cum first has to apologize for that.”

I laugh and kiss her before falling to her side. “Do you want me to bring you a washcloth, or would you like to hit the bathroom?”

She kisses me back quickly, then sits up. “Bathroom, please.”

I point out the door she needs, then head to the kitchen to wipe up, and grab us bottles of water. She’s already stepping out of the bathroom when I make it back to bed. Her face lights up at the bottle. “You brought me water?” She takes it from me and gulps it down without taking a breath.

“No one’s ever brought me water after sex.”

I laugh. “The bar is low, then.”

“It’s literally in hell.” She chuckles. “So now that you’re hydrated…could we try out that knot of yours?”