Chapter 17

Everlee

After that life-altering statement, I forced myself to look away from him. I didn't want him to see what his words did to me. The magnitude of their meaning and how it destroyed the rest of my resistance against him. And I knew if he looked into my eyes, he would see it.

We stayed at Wild Man's parents' burial site for a while. He found a spot against the tree beside their graves and he pulled me down between his legs. We didn't talk much. Just a few words here and there.

When we do leave, we do so with our hands locked together. Wild Man walks slowly so I'm able to easily keep up with him without shredding my feet. I kind of want him to carry me again. I liked being in his arms.

We're not far from the tree hut when a branch snaps to our left. Hearing random sounds in the forest isn't uncommon, but I've grown accustomed to knowing what to listen for. A twig snapping isn't a bird flying off or a little harmless critter scurrying away.

Wild Man and I both spin around at the same time, and I'm shoved behind him. I peek around his shoulder. Something thick wedges in my throat and fear spikes through my veins when I see a big dark-gray wolf standing not ten feet away from us. He's standing on all four legs and the sides of his mouth are raised, showing off long gleaming white teeth. Although the growl coming from the thing is barely discernible, the sound is ominous.

My first thought is to grab Wild Man's hand and start running, which is stupid, right? I mean, the wolf would catch us and maul us to death with his huge teeth in two-point five seconds. I'm pretty sure there is no outrunning a wolf.

I don't know what to do when faced with a wolf. Do you run? Stay still? Drop to the ground in a submissive position? Try to intimidate it?

My first instinct is to not move. Wolves are alpha creatures. I would think intimidation would anger them.

I grab Wild Man's hand in a death grip, scared down to my bones.

We stay that way for several moments. Us eyeing the wolf while he continues to stare at us. Surprisingly, the wolf stays where he is and even stops growling.

Then the idiot at my side does something stupid. He peels my fingers from his hand and takes a step forward.

I want to screech at him and ask what he's doing. Maybe living in the wild really has made him crazy.

I don't yell, but I do hiss. "What are you doing?" I'm desperate to reach out and snatch him back to me.

For all the attention he gives my question, it's like he doesn't even hear me. He just keeps walking. I look from him to the wolf, and my eyes turn to saucers when I find him sitting on his haunches, no longer in a threatening pose.

Wild Man doesn't stop until he's right in front of the wolf. I tense, unsure of what I'm preparing to do. Part of me wants to run toward Wild Man and drag him back—which is asinine because the animal could finish me off with one bite and still attack Wild Man. The sane part, the part that has a hole wanting to rip through my chest because it means leaving Wild Man to fend for himself, urges me to run in the opposite direction, which I couldn't do anyway because of the damn rope.

Instead of doing either, I stand there stupified as Wild Man reaches his hand out and lays it on top of the wolf's head. And the wolf does nothing! He just sits there and allows it.

What in the ever-loving hell?

Wild Man steps aside to stand beside the wolf, his eyes coming to me. "Come meet Teeja."

I swallow through a dry throat, trying to gather some saliva to coat my mouth. I slowly shake my head, still afraid to make any sudden movements. "No thanks."

Wild Man's lips twitch behind his beard. "He no hurt you."

I eye the wolf warily and find his bright blue gaze on me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's watching me with curiosity.

I shake my head again. "Still no thanks."

"Come, momor." He leaves the animal's side and walks to me. He grabs my hand and begins tugging me forward. "Teeja curious 'bout you."

I dig my heels into the leafy ground and try to pull my hand free. "I really don't want?—"

I cut myself off because the wolf begins walking toward us and my fear has mounted to epic proportions. He seems friendly enough with Wild Man, but that doesn't mean he won't try to bite my head off when he gets close enough.

The wolf stops right in front of us. I lock my shaky legs in place and hold my breath when he tips his head back and his eyes meet mine. I'm reluctant to admit, the wolf has beautiful eyes, crystal blue like the sky. They look too inquisitive to belong to an animal.

Teeja drops his snout and the first place it goes is to the juncture between my legs. It wouldn't be as bad if I had clothes on, but I'm vulnerably naked. I let out a little squeak and my hand in Wild Man's tightens, my nails digging into his skin. I clench my thighs together, feeling really fucking uncomfortable in more ways than one at the moment.

The wolf's snout twitches, and I feel a blast of warm breath fan across my thighs and other parts.

"He smell me on you," Wild Man says beside me

Smelling him on me? Like I'm some fucking animal or something.

Thankfully, the wolf only gives me a couple more sniffs before he moves his attention away. His nose moves down my legs to my knees before moving upward. He sniffs my stomach, and the animal is so large his head almost reaches my breasts.

After a moment, his wet nose butts against my balled-up fist and he lets out a huff of air. I hold still, not daring to move a muscle in case he wants to chomp my hand off and use it for a chew toy.

"Momor." I hear Wild Man speak, but I don't tear my focus off the wolf. Teeja is what he called him. "He no hurt. Want you touch."

My touch? I'm not touching a fucking wolf. A wild wolf at that.

Teeja nudges my hand again and tips his head back, looking at me like he's expecting something.

"You want Teeja think you don't like him?"

I grit my teeth at Wild Man's manipulative cajoling.

It's not out of fear of offending the animal that has me eventually, slowly, lifting my hand. What softens my heart is when Teeja's tongue slips out the side of his mouth over his long teeth and he begins panting. It almost looks like he's smiling at me, which is ridiculous. Animals don't smile, but I swear Teeja is.

My muscles are solid as I lift my hand and cautiously slide my fingers through the hair on top of his head between his ears. It's surprisingly soft and very thick. I relax a little when Teeja seems to enjoy my caress.

Never in a million years would I have thought I would ever pet a wild wolf.

I feel Wild Man come closer, his naked body—except for the cloth covering his groin—pressed against the side of mine. I look at him, a small smile sliding across my face.

"He's beautiful," I state. "Is he… your pet?"

Lines form beside his eyes, showing his amusement at my question. "Teeja, pet? No creatures in forest are pets. ‘Specially Teeja. Too wild and free."

I look back down at the wolf, my fingers still gliding through his thick hair. Teeja still watches me inquisitively, and I have to agree with Wild Man. This animal would never allow himself to be a person's pet.

After a few moments of me petting Teeja, he suddenly stands and turns away from us. He takes several steps before he looks over his shoulder.

"Come." Wild Man grabs my hand. "We follow."

Teeja trots ahead of us and we trail behind him. It's not long before we round a small group of trees surrounded by thick bushes. Remember me mentioning my heart melting a few minutes ago? Now it's a soggy puddle of goo sloshing around in my chest.

Right in front of us, only a few feet away, is another gorgeous wolf. Solid white, as bright as snow, except for a jet black patch surrounding the wolf's left eye and ear. What makes her more unique are her eyes. One is just as black as the patch, while the other is a blue so light it almost looks clear.

But it's not that wolf that brings a silly grin to my face. It's the four bushy-tailed pups that are playfully nipping at each other. They look to be no more than a couple months old.

My hand goes to my chest. "Oh my, God. They're so precious."

I look over at Wild Man, but he's not looking at the pups. His gaze is on me. I quickly move my eyes away. The way he's looking at me makes things happen in my stomach. Like he's just as mesmerized with me as I am with the pups.

"Teeja is gone. I think this why."

"What's her name?"

"Vena."

"Vena," I murmur the name.

My eyes move back to the pups. I laugh when one wiggles his butt, his bushy tail swaying, before leaping on one of its siblings.

I want to run my fingers through their thick pelt of hair, but I'm not sure Teeja or Vena would appreciate it. Wolves can be very protective of their mates and offspring.

As if sensing my thoughts, Teeja trots to one of the pups, a dark gray with a few lighter gray stripes, and latches his teeth into the scruff of his neck. He picks the pup up and carries it over to me, dropping the small bundle of fur right at my feet.

I look at Wild Man expectantly, hoping I'm not reading the situation wrong and Teeja is giving me permission to touch his pup.

"Go ahead."

I move slowly as I get down on my knees. I don't even notice when the rough ground scrapes against my skin. I hold my hand out first, letting the pup take a sniff. A small laugh escapes me when its tongue darts out to swipe across the back of my hand.

The pup's fur is soft when I lay my hand on the top of his head. It jumps up so its front paws are on my legs, lifting its head to peer up at me. I scratch it between its ears, which it seems to like.

Two of the other pups come bounding over, nudging the one I'm touching out of their way, as if saying it's their turn for some attention. I can't help but laugh, feeling lighter than I have in weeks.

Wild Man squats down beside me, lifting his own hand for the pups to smell before petting them.

One of them stays back, sitting on its haunches between Vena's legs. It looks smaller than the others and its coat is almost identical to Vena's, except its black patch of fur is a line between its eyes. I hold my hand out toward it, but it doesn't move closer. Vena looks down at the pup, and after a moment, drops her head and nudges her. It falls forward, and when it still doesn't move toward me, Teeja walks over and gives it a nudge with his nose. As if reluctant, the pup takes slow steps toward me. My heart softens even more. I want to scoop the poor thing up and cuddle it against my chest.

It stops just within reach, as if scared to get too close. I keep my hand steady and let the pup touch its nose to the back of it. After what seems like minutes, it finally moves closer. I gently lay my hand on top of its head, right over the black patch of fur.

"Did you give Teeja and Vena their names?" I ask Wild Man. The pup loses its wariness and flops to its back. With a laugh, I begin scratching its belly.

"Yes."

One of the pups starts attacking Teeja's legs, letting out tiny growls.

"Can I name the pups?"

"If you like."

Happiness swarms in my stomach.

"First I need to figure out who the males and females are."

Wild Man pats the head of the pup closest to him. "This one male." He points to the one trying to gnaw off Teeja's back leg. "That one male." He points to one who's attacking his own tail. "And that one."

I look down at the no-longer skittish one. "And this one?"

"Female."

"So, three boys and one girl," I comment and look down at the little female pup staring up at me with curious eyes from her back. "I believe I'll call you Devika."

"Devika?"

I glance up at Wild Man at the inquisitive note in his voice. "Yes. It means little goddess."

The corners of his eyes crinkle and a small smile curves his lips. "Good name."

For unknown reasons, his praise has pleasure coursing through me, and I can't help but grin at him.

My attention is stolen when I hear a high-pitched yelp. The pup who was attacking Teeja is down on his stomach. His tail wags a mile a minute as he stares up at his father, who's also on his stomach, staring back at him as if daring him to attack. I laugh when the pup suddenly bounces up and jumps on Teeja's back. Teeja rolls, taking the pup with him until the pup is on his back with Teeja's front paw on his stomach. He playfully nips the pup"s ear.

"And his name is Drefan, which means trouble."

Wild Man chuckles as we both watch the two playfully fight. "Good."

I look at the gray pup who's still chasing his tail. "He will be called Khelan."

"Which means…?"

"Playful."

"This one?" he asks, stroking the ears of the gray and black wolf pup who's fallen asleep.

It takes me a moment to find the right name, but then it pops in my head. "Nemu. It means sleep."

Vena trots over to me, and I run my fingers over the top of her head. Teeja watches, paying no attention to Drefan, who's currently chewing on his father's tail.

"Such a pretty girl," I murmur softly to the female.

After a few pats, she goes to Teeja and plops down beside him, resting her head on her front paws.

I bring my attention back to Devika and smile down at the little pup.

* * *

Later that night,we're back in Wild Man's tree hut. He sits on the log, and I'm between his legs on the ground with my head resting on his thigh. Our bellies are full from the meat and fruit we just ate. My eyes drift closed from the relaxing way Wild Man softly sifts his fingers through my hair. I love when he plays with my hair.

The leaves rustle across the fire and my tired eyes open to find Teeja laying on the other side with his family. They came back with us and we shared our food with them. The meat, at least.

Wild Man slides his fingers more fully through my hair, and I lift my head to look at him. I immediately recognize the look in his eyes.

Blatant desire and need.

It doesn't surprise me since he's only taken me once today, and that was hours ago when we first woke up.

His fingers flex in my hair and he tilts my head back. His other hand, which I only now realize is stroking his cock, angles the head toward my lips.

"Open, momor," he demands huskily. "Suck."

I open my mouth. Not because he ordered me to, but because I want to taste him. I want his cock to slide between my lips. I want to feel the head nudge the back of my throat. For him to grab my hair and guide my movements. I haven't taken his cock in my mouth yet, but I've thought about it often.

A pearly drop of pre-cum clings to the tip, so I stick my tongue out and flick it across the slit. Giving head has never been high on my list of things I like to do during foreplay, but it's different with Wild Man. I liked the way he tasted the few times I've sucked his cum off his fingers. Maybe it's from all the fruit he eats, but there's a slight sweetness to him.

A deep rumble comes from him and his fingers tighten in my hair. "More," he groans. "Take more."

I open my mouth wider and he slides in a couple of inches. I turn on my knees so I'm fully facing him and lay one of my hands on his thigh. I move my other hand to cup his balls, lightly scraping my nails over the sensitive skin. He grunts and his hips lift.

"Good mate," he growls.

I grow slick between my legs at his praise. A psychiatrist would have a field day with me if I were to ever sit down in front of one.

I take him deeper. He's so big that my lips are stretched around his girth as wide as they'll go. I slide my mouth off his shaft until just the tip is inside and flick my tongue over the slit, pressing against the little hole.

"Momor," Wild Man growls, shoving his hips upward, trying to force my head down to take more of himself inside. "Fuck mouth. Hard and deep."

His words have a flood of liquid seeping out of me.

I dig my nails into his thigh and lightly squeeze his balls, my actions telling him I'm the one in control at the moment. I want to tease and torment him. To drive his need so high he loses control and forces his will on me.

Desperate for some type of touch between my legs, I shift my bottom half over until I'm straddling one of his outstretched legs. I sink down and moan around his shaft when my pussy makes contact with his shin. The coarse hairs on his leg adds to the stimulation. I rock my hips up and down, soaking his leg with my juices.

I hum when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. When I tighten the muscles, attempting to swallow, he lets out a low hiss.

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock that's not in my mouth and slide it up and down the exposed part. I take him in fully and slide him back out over and over again. Slobber slides from between my lips and coats my chin. I keep up a steady rhythm against his leg as I continue to fuck him with my mouth.

Wild Man's hands in my hair become painful when he suddenly shoves my head down, wedging his cock in my throat. He groans and grunts, the sound barely discernible over the gagging sounds I make.

His thrusts become brutal and savage. He pulls my head down at the same time he thrusts upward. Tears leak down my cheeks and slobber slides out the edges of my mouth. Both hands are in my hair now and he uses the strands to pull my mouth away until just the head is left inside. I tighten my lips around his girth, flicking the slit with the tip of my tongue. I'm rewarded when another drop of pre-cum seeps out. I greedily swallow it down.

"Love mouth," Wild Man snarls. "More, momor. Deeper."

He pulls me down his shaft while lifting his hips. More of his length slips inside my throat, activating my gag reflex again, which only makes him thrust faster and his growls of pleasure to become deeper, more animalistic.

It fuels my own desire, and I fuck my pussy harder against his leg.

This time when he pulls my head back, I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I immediately go for the twin balls below. I lap at them, then pull one in my mouth, sucking gently.

"Momor," he grates.

I suck the other in my mouth and move my fingers down to his perineum, where I gently massage the sensitive muscle. His thighs tense and he lets out a deep groan.

I move back to his cock. I look up at Wild Man as I slip the tip back in my mouth. His jaw is tense and his eyes blaze fire. As I take him all the way to the back of my throat, I move my finger at his perineum further back. My fingers are soaked with my slobber, and I use some of it when I press my finger against his anus. He stiffens and his fingers tighten in my hair, but he doesn't stop me. I apply light pressure and the tip slips inside.

I've never played with a man's asshole before, but Rika says some men find it highly erotic and can have one hell of an orgasm with the correct stimulation.

When I push more of my finger inside, Wild Man pulls my mouth off his cock then forcefully jams it back inside. His eyes appear wild and crazed, like he's past the point of reason.

I add a second finger. Wild Man viciously fucks my mouth. His grip in my hair slams my mouth down while his hips thrust up. Over and over again. I continue taking his ass with my finger and grind against him, soaking his leg with my juices. I'm close, only seconds away from coming.

Wild Man goes to the back of my throat and he holds me there. The growl that leaves him has my insides liquefying.

I love when the madness hits him, as if he's lost all control and will go insane if he doesn't get every inch inside me that my body will allow.

I feel his shaft growing harder, and if possible, fatter, and I know he's close. I want him to flood my mouth with his cum so much that he leaks out the edges, so I tighten my throat muscles around him.

Just when I think he's going to find his release, I'm suddenly jerked away by my hair. In a daze, my watery eyes peer up at him.

"Whaaa?"

I'm pulled to my feet, but only long enough for Wild Man to spin me around by my hips. He pulls me down to his lap so my legs are spread wide open and resting on either side of his. My eyes immediately go to Teeja, who has his bright blue gaze on Wild Man and me. I have no clue if Teeja understands what we're doing, but regardless, I don't feel comfortable fucking in front of the wild animal and his family. At least when I was sucking his dick, I was facing away.

I try to get up from Wild Man's lap, but he holds me in place with a firm grip.

"Wild Man," I start, but it ends on a moan when he places the length of his cock between the lips of my pussy. I shake my head out of the daze. "Stop. I don't want to do this in front of them."

"Why?" he asks, shifting his hips and sliding his cock against me. I close my eyes and release a low moan. "It's nature. Teeja fucks Vena. You played with offspring today."

He presses his cock right over my clit while his other hand comes up and palms my breast, tweaking one nipple between his fingers.

"I know," I say breathlessly. "But that doesn't mean I want to watch them do it anymore than I want them to watch us. It just feels… weird." My eyes slide open, and I see Teeja still looking at us, his head tilted to the side as if in curiosity. "Teeja is watching us."

"He's curious," Wild Man grunts. "Let him watch."

"Jesus," I moan when his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot. My nails dig into his thighs where I'm gripping him to stay balanced.

Wild Man wraps an arm around my waist and he lifts me.

"Wild Man, please…"

I try to protest some more, but my words die a quick death when I'm suddenly being shoved down on his cock. I let out a low cry, partially from pain, but mostly from pleasure.

"Oh, God," I moan. My legs hooked over his shift and the muscles in my calves tighten.

Why does being full of him have to feel so damn good?

Teeja and his family are soon forgotten, and I let myself go. With his hands still around my waist, Wild Man lifts me and lets me fall back down, repeating the movement so fast and furious that my boobs bounce.

I lean my weight back against his chest and throw one of my arms behind me. I find his hair with my fingers, and I thread them through the thick strands. His face goes to the crook of my neck and his teeth latch onto the skin presented before him. He always goes for the same spot. He bites and sucks the skin, renewing the mark that's still there.

The whole time, he flexes his hips and uses his arm around my waist to lift me up and down on his cock.

He hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. I bite my lip so hard to stifle the scream wanting to break free that I taste a tinge of copper in my mouth.

"Yes!" I hiss, rotating my hips. "Right there, Fey," I say, using his real name.

His gravelly growl in response has my stomach muscles spasming.

One of his arms is locked around my waist as he continues to fuck the hell out of me. His other hand goes down my stomach and his fingers slide on either side of his cock.

"So wet," he groans against my ear. "I like wetness. My thing feel good to you, momor?"

"Cock," I moan, barely able to get the word out. "Your thing is called a cock. Say it."

"Cock." I shiver at the rough note in his voice. "My cock feel good?"

"Yes. So so good."

He bites the side of my throat. "What this?" He shoves his fingers deeper inside me, sliding them along his cock.

"Pussy."

"My cock feel good feed my pussy."

I grind myself down on him. "My pussy," I whimper.

He lifts me up and slams me back down hard, digging his fingers in deeper.

"My pussy, momor. Always mine."

He puts his palm over my breast, cupping it fully. "What this?"

I can barely form the words past the intense pleasure consuming me. "Breasts. Or boobs. Or tits. Whichever you prefer."

"My tits, momor." He squeezes the plump flesh. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to emphasize his point. "Mine." He jams his hips upward.

He shifts his hand over until it lays over my pounding heart. "This mine, too. Tell me."

I don't want to say the word, but whether I refuse him or give him what he wants, I'm afraid it's too late.

I can deny it until I'm blue in the face, but it won't change the fact that his claim is true.

I am his. Every single inch of me.

"Yours."