My Hidden Wolf

Chapter Fifteen

Emily P.O.V

        Everyone sat down at the table while busied myself with cooking lunch. I put the beef in the oven and prepped the vegetables. Sam got everyone a drink. The guys each had a beer, Stacey had some red wine and I stuck with water. I stayed in the kitchen area watching the others chatting. I started spacing out, deep in thought.

        "You okay there honey?" Stacey was leaning on the kitchen island opposite me. I hadn't noticed her coming over.

        "Oh... um, yeah. Just thinking."

        "It must be very overwhelming for you." She glanced back over her shoulder at the guys who were talking about some sort of sport loudly. "All this, hearing your wolf, finding your mate and being reunited with the pack you hadn't seen for so many years."

        "I suppose. It was a bit of a shock when my grandmother shoved a fancy evening gown into my hands, saying I had to be at the handing over ceremony. I thought I'd been rejected by the pack."

        "What made you think that you had been rejected?"

        "The way my grandparents treated me as a servant rather than their grandchild. It felt like I was being punished."

        "Ohh sweetheart." She enveloped me in a hug. "I'm sorry that they treated you that way. No child should go through what you've been through."

        "Thank you Mrs Carson."

        "Please call me Stacey. Anything you want to know about the pack, about being the Luna you can come to me." She said releasing me from her arms.

        "I will, thank you. Kyle has already agreed to help me train, once my exams are over."

        "That's good, he's a good teacher. Once a week he holds classes for the youngsters in the pack, once they've started shifting."

        "Can I ask you something Stacey?"

        "Of course you can, ask away."

        "Did you know my mother?"

        "Yes I knew her, not particularly well though. I was a few years older than her and already the Luna when she came."

        "When she came? Was she not always a member of the pack?"

        "It really isn't my place to tell you."

        "Please Stacey, who else is going to tell me. It's not like she's here to tell me."

        "She arrived when she was eighteen, not long before she turned nineteen. She had met your father in town one day. He was born into our pack, but like his parents he couldn't shift so he was assigned office duties which included running errands in town. He brought your mother, Claire, to Steven and I. She didn't say a word, she must have been terrified. Your father explained that they were mates and where she had come from. We welcomed her into the pack and celebrated when you arrived. Everything was fine until they disappeared. We looked for them when Chris had found you. We'd sent out search parties but no one could pick up either of their scents. It was as though they had vanished into thin air." She took a breath, not meeting my gaze. "I begged Steven to let you stay with us when I found out but he insisted that you'd be safer with your grandparents."

        "Why did I need to be safe?"

        "We had our suspicions that you wouldn't be able to shift since your father couldn't and no one had ever seen your mother shift either. It would have been dangerous to have you in the same house as Sam once he reached his teen years."

        "Why in particular his teen years?"

        "Once a wolf pup reaches their teen years they start shifting uncontrollably, normally at night if they get a glimpse of the moon. The first few times a young wolf is incredibly aggressive and unpredictable, Sam was especially so. We couldn't risk you getting hurt. The same reason Chris wasn't allowed to take you in either, although he desperately wanted to. You made quite the impression on him."

        We stood in silence. I was contemplating everything Stacey had told me. It was a lot, but I still felt like there was something she wasn't telling me about my mother but I decided not to push it. I at last knew my mother's name though. Whenever I had asked my grandparents about her they had slapped me so I quickly learnt not to ask.

        "Refill mum?" Sam came over with the bottle of red wine offering Stacey some more.

        "No thank you Sam, I'll have some more when we eat."

        "What are you two talking about?" He leant against the counter next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist after putting the wine bottle down.

        "Nothing much, just girly stuff." Stacey answered him before I had the chance. I was glad that she didn't tell Sam the truth.

        "I'd better get the potatoes in unless we want them to be raw." I stepped away from Sam, grabbing the dish of potatoes, seasoning them and putting them in the oven to roast. I checked the beef while I was there. When I turned away from the oven Stacey was back at the table sitting next to Steven and Sam was looking at me. He had clearly been staring at my arse while I was bent over.

        "Sam!" I whisper shouted. He shook his head. "Really, your parents are just over there!"

        "Sorry Princess, I just really want to... you know." Whispering, he moved over to me, putting his hands on either side of my waist.

        "No I don't know Sam."

        "I want to have you. I want to be in you." He leant down to kiss my now bright red cheek. I heard loud laughter coming from the others, completely unawares of the two of us. My backside hit the cupboard behind me and Sam pressed himself closer to me. His eyes grew dark and I could feel him growing, his arousal pressed into my lower abdomen, just above where I was growing warm and wet. "Please Princess, I need you. I need some form of release. You have no idea how much you've been driving me crazy."

        "I think I have some idea." I paused, looking into his eyes, thinking for a moment. "I have an idea, I've never done this before but I want to try it. Come on." I took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "Stacey, do you mind keeping an eye on everything. I need to have a chat with your son." I used a stern voice, trying not to give anything away.

        "Of course love. It won't be the last time he needs a stern talking to I'm sure." She got up and gave me a wink. Steven and Kyle carried on talking.

        I dragged Sam from the kitchen and down the hall to his office. I pushed him inside and as I was closing the door I heard the radio turn on in the kitchen. I locked the door. Sam's eyes had widened when I turned around. He was facing me now, I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest. Pushing him around his desk, the backs of his legs hit his desk chair and he sat down. He blinked.

        "Stay." I told him before retrieving one of the chairs from the other side of the desk. I put the chair next to his then sat on his lap facing him. My knees on either side of his hips.

        "Princess you're driv..."

        I silenced him with a kiss. My hands dove into his hair, pulling him as close as I could get. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, turning his knuckles white. He was restraining himself, letting me take control. I started grinding on his lap, feeling him underneath me, so close to where I needed him but both of our jeans where in the way. I slipped one hand down between us and undid my own jeans, slipping my hand in I rubbed myself, still grinding on him, still kissing him. He let out a deep groan. I pulled my hand from my jeans and leant back just enough to undo his jeans. I pressed my chest to his and put his hands on my waist. I broke the kissing to catch my breath, leaning my forehead against his, he slid his hands to my hips and guided my grinding on him. I could feel my n*****s grow hard in my bra. I stood up from his lap to pull my jeans and t-shirt off so that I was just in my bra and panties. Next I pulled his t-shirt off, followed quickly by his jeans nad then I got back on his lap. I resumed my grinding, the sensation more intense than before but it still wasn't enough. He put his hands on my bare back, sliding up to where my bra strap lay. He looked at me questioningly. I nodded and my bra came free. He dropped it to the floor before palming my breasts and I moaned, dropping my head back. That was it. That was what I needed. His thumbs played with my hard n*****s sending sparks through me. I leant down to kiss him, biting his lower lip as I pulled away. I slipped my hand down between us again to palm his now very hard member through his boxers. It was wet, I had soaked through my panties. He pulled my right n****e into his mouth, running his tongue across the tip. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure. His hands squeezed my arse as he took my left n****e into his mouth. I was so wet now that it was soaking his boxers.

        "Fingers. Now" I was barely able to speak but he obeyed. He pulled my panties down as far as he could and started to rub my c**t. His forehead resting just above my breast, his breath running over them.

        "Please Princess..." He begged me.

        I stood up, my panties fell down my legs to the floor. I almost tore his boxers from him and threw them somewhere. We were now both completely naked in his office. I knelt down in front of him and took his member in my hand. I stroked up and down slowly, unsure of what I was doing. His large hand wrapped around mine, tightening my grip on him He groaned. He guided my hand for a moment before relaxing his own but still keeping it wrapped over mine. With his other hand he held my arm and pulled upwards to get me to stand. He pointed to the chair next to his and I sat down. He traced his fingers down my torso to my core. He played with my c**t then slid them between my folds while I kept pumping. His finger entered me and I moaned. He pumped it in and out, added another finger and kept pace with my pumping. I could't think. All comprehensive thought evaporated from my mind. I was consumed in pleasure. His pleasure. The pleasure he was giving me. It was intense. I'd never felt this way before. I think I was starting to fall in love with him. Beyond the tie of the mate bond.