Alpha Caleb and the Blessed Wolf

7.

RYKER

The bullet is out and the wound is sealed." Izmelda said leaving the room. I lifted my head from my hands to look at her, it had been hours.

"I was able to slightly reduce the toxicity levels of the silver and wolfsbane." I felt my shoulders relax a little. "She isn't in the clear yet" Izmelda continued, "the infection is still in her system and she will have to fight through it but her wolf is still weakened from the poison. I have her sedated to let her wolf and my healing charms work their magic. There are also a few other cuts and gashes but for now she needs to be washed, dressed and put to bed."

"Thank you Izmelda, I appreciate your help. I will wait out of the way..."

"Nuh uh, I'm afraid this old gal has used up a bit too much magic today I can barely stand. You will have to do it."

"I can't clean her she would freak out if she knew I was touching her without permission." I said horrified, Nikita would absolutely flog me until I bled if I did that.

"Wash and tuck her into bed to recover not to perv on her." she scolded me swatting my bicep and giving a stern look. She really did look exhausted . "The bathroom is upstairs to the left. You need to wash too, you smell just as bad, now go." Shooting me away.

"Bossy old witch." I thought. The old lady collapsed into her recliner, closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep. Running my hands through my hair, I knew I looked and smelt like a wild beast too.

When I entered the room tears prickled my eyes seeing her unconscious on the small cot bed. The thick blanket seemed to swallow her making her appear even more delicate. She had scared the crap out of me and the thought of losing her almost ripped my chest open. Once again I carefully picked her up holding her close as I carried her upstairs toward the shower.

Sitting down on the shower floor with the old pair of boxer's still on, I pulled Nikita onto my lap. My chest to her back and her head heavy against my shoulder I just held her letting the warm water soothed the raw ache in my heart and relax my muscles. As the water began to wash away the dirt and grime, I couldn't help but notice her soft pale skin. Goddess, she is perfect.

"Don't be a perv, don't be a perv." I reprimanded myself as I looked down to the gorgeous peaks of her breasts. My hands twitched wanting to cup the flesh and feel their weight in my palms.

Returning to Moonstone pack after warrior training it was a shock at how much her little body filled out into a woman's. She was a skinny, flat chested 14 year old when I left. Her breasts had certainly grown a few sizes. I especially took notice when they squished against my chest as she jumped into my arms when I first arrived. Not only that she smelt f*****g amazing, my wolf practically howled in excitement. I knew she had struggled without me. It damn near broke my heart leaving. I could almost feel her sadness in the embrace when I returned. I couldn't help but wonder if she was my mate the way my body reacted to her. Waiting until she turned 18 had been torture.

I swear she trained in the tightest sport bra's. Every bounce and jiggle of her breasts made my c**k stir. It was always a challenge not to stare. I may have pressed those succulent pillows to my chest a few times when I pinned her down, breathing her in deeply when she struggled against me.

I had done up the old scout cabin where she used to shift in secret, putting in a sofa and TV, setting up a satellite to get channels from the outside world. She loved to watch reality shows, curling up beside me. I felt content, happy but sometimes when the adult only scenes came on I could smell her arousal. I can't even count how many cold showers I took. This feeling I got around her had always been more than friends but I would never push her or make a move knowing it was Nikita who never wanted to ruin our friendship with a relationship. It was like a kick in the gut, a constant rejection, like she was waiting for something bigger and better than what was right in front of her. She didn't know how much it hurt.

Soaking the loofa in soap and washing her clean I could now see those pink n*****s up close. I imagined sucking and running my tongue over the peaks, bury my face between them and mark them with my c*m. f**k my c**k was standing now pressing against her lower back.

"Urgh... I am a perv" I groaned.

"I am washing her not touching her for pleasure" repeating it over and over again, using all my self restraint.

After washing every inch of her skin all the way down and back up to her hair she was pristine by the end, I was very thorough.

She was gonna kill me when she finds out. At that moment though I didn't care, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

Carrying her gently to the bed I dried her and putting on some old clothes Izmelda had laid out for us. Brushing the knots from her hair I awkwardly attempted a braid ending up looking like I just twisted some strands around and tied it but it was less likely to become a tangled mess. I would do this a hundred times over if she needed me too, she was my everything. All I wanted was to see those deep cerulean blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled open. I laid down beside her and finally succumbed to sleep not wanting to be far away from my girl.

Two days had passed and Nikita still hadn't awoken. I had busied myself gathering supplies and scoping the surrounding forest for signs of the enemy. Her temperature had elevated, cold sweats and shivers had started again. Izmelda informed me that her body was recovering, fighting the toxins, unlike before when she couldn't fight but now that she was rested.

In the pre-dawn of the third day light snow once again fell. Feeling the chill I curled my body around to spoon Nikita's. Suddenly I snapped awake with the scorching heat against my skin. Clothes clung to her body from the sweat her small body almost convulsing with shivers. I wiped the beads from her forehead. I hoped Izmelda doesn't mind the early morning wake up call as I ran to her bedroom. The old witch rushed down the hall after telling her about Nikita. For someone in slippers she was fast.

As I walked in the room behind Izmelda I was hit with the most intoxicating smell. My breathing became ragged, eyes dilated, I wanted to tear the clothes off her and make her mine.

"What's happening?" I asked almost breaking the door frame as I held myself back. The urge to pummel my c**k deep into her core was an overwhelming sensation I had never experienced before.

"It's the fever it's raising her temperature too high causing a hormonal response similar to when she-wolves go into heat."

"I want her now!!" My voice growled. Izmelda quickly created a barrier at the door forcing me back.

"Go outside and cool off!! If you even think about claiming her like this she will never forgive you. Go" with that I turned and left frustrated. Izmelda created a blue film that encased Nikita's body cooling her body temperature. Incoherent mumbling escaped Nikita's lips.

Calming down by lying on the cold shallow dusting of snow. Flashes of her tight body in the shower, the overwhelming arousal was hard to ignore. But Nikita needed my support right now and needed me to stop being a crazed male desperate to soothe a she-wolf's heat. I have too much love and respect for her to claim her this way. I needed to pull myself together.

Eventually making my way back to the room I told Izmelda I was ok and that I could handle it. Her quisical gaze assessed my honesty before allowing me to enter. Not gonna lie it took a lot of concentration to keep my wolf urges at bay.

Sitting by the bed I took her small hand in mine. I prayed to the moon goddess that she is ok and that the heat won't last too long or cause her any more pain.

Thankfully it wasn't long before a loud scream erupted from Nikita. Eyes flew wide open as she launched herself of the bed.

"Nikita. You're ok. Thank the Goddess your finally awake."

"Ryker?" She gasped falling weakly to the floor unconscious again.

Putting her back into bed Izmelda checked her temperature.

"The fever has broken. She will need food and water. I'll give you a minute." As the door closed behind her, I laid my head on her shoulder.

"Nikita please open your eyes, it's me. Come on baby girl you need to wake up. I need you to wake up." Something touch my hair. Her fingers had weaved themselves into my dark blonde hair.

"Ryker. What happened? Where are we?" She looked around in panic. Soothing her I told her everything. Eventually Izmelda arrived with a tray full of food and water. It was a moment of peace I hadn't felt for days. Relief, happiness and peace for now, knowing fate was pulling strings like a puppet master.