Winterlust (COMPLETE)

Owen and Janie

Owen catches Janie on the third floor for ranked members, just outside their bedroom door. He grabs her by the waist and throws her over his shoulder as she squeals in delight. He smacks her a** with the other hand and then swipes his key card to open the door. “You’ve been naughty to run from me like this”, he growls, kicking the door closed behind them.

He lays Janie down on the bed, her hair spilling around her. She reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. Owen crushes her lips with his and a moan escapes her. “Now, I want it now”, she murmurs as she reaches for the button on his jeans. Owen pulls away and looks into her eyes, slowly shaking his head. “Oh no. You’re not getting off that easy”, he grins and slides his body down so his nose is at her cr*tch. He presses his face into her and inhales slowly and deeply through her leggings. “Mmmm, wet already?”, he looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.

With his teeth and one finger, he slowly pulls off her leggings and thong. Janie lets out a small gasp and pushes her head back into the bed. Owen slides one hand under her thigh and presses it up and back, allowing him access to her warm slit. He hovers a moment so she can feel his breath over her wetness. Her legs begin to quiver ever so slightly. He grazes his tongue over her folds lightly and breathes again. “Oooohhhhh, yes”, Janie whispers, reaching a hand up under her shirt to her br**st. “Do you like that?”, he asks her. “Yes please”, she looks down into his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, he takes her folds into his mouth, pressing his tongue into her. Again she throws her head back, “ah!” Moving his tongue out and up to her swollen cl*t, he pushes his middle finger into her and begins to pump in and out slowly. Janie begins to grind into his finger, moving with him as they pick up the pace. He sucks and rolls his tongue over her cl*t, letting out a groan. Janie reaches down and grabs a fistful of his blond hair, pressing him into her. “Now!”, she yells, “I’m coming now!” Owen pulls his mouth back down to her slit to catch her juices as she jerks out her orgasm. He fingers and laps at her while she comes down.

Owen stands to undo his button and take off his jeans and shirt. Janie takes her own shirt off and throws it on the floor as he mounts her. His member is at full attention and she takes it in her hand, running her thumb over the head to feel his pre c*m. She looks into his eyes and licks her thumb. F*ck, she’s so f*cking hot. Janie takes him in her hand again and guides him into her dripping wet p*ssy. “So wet”, he growls as they begin to move, “this won’t take long” he smiles as he thrusts his full length into her, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Janie.

As promised, Owen works hard and fast pumping into her as she writhes underneath him. Her eyes are wide and sparkling with pure joy as she looks at the man above her. Yes yes yes. Suddenly, Owen grabs her br**st and clenches it tight. He throws himself into her so hard, she slides a little up the bed as he howls out his orgasm, releasing himself into her. Another thrust and she cries out “Owen!” Another thrust and he collapses onto the bed beside her, dripping with sweat. She rolls over onto her side and trails kisses along his chest. “You’re so good to me”, she murmurs, tasting his saltiness. Owen kisses the top of her head and wraps his arm around her. “I love you, you know”, he mumbles with his eyes closed. In seconds, Owen is asleep.

Janie slides out from under his arm and gets up off the bed. Walking over to the coffee machine, she sets up a pot to brew when Owen wakes up. In the window in front of her, something catches her eye. Oof. More snow. She watches the snow fall for a few minutes until she sees a figure emerge from the woods. What the… It’s that wretched woman, Vanessa. Where is she coming from? Janie keeps her focus trained on Vanessa until she disappears in the packhouse. With nothing left to see, Janie decides to get in the shower.

Travis

Travis can barely think straight. Try as he might to plow through the paperwork on his desk, he can’t stop thinking about his mate. The all over body ache faded as he lost his proximity to her. She is three hours away, after all. His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door, and he looks up to see Vanessa sashaying into the room. Not now.

“Hey baby. How was your business trip?”, she coos as she sits herself on his desk. “Not bad”, he sighs, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve acquired the mall and work should start in a few weeks”, he says as he runs his palm down his face. Vanessa pushes some papers aside and slides over so she’s straddling him. She lowers herself onto his lap and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his. He feels himself harden at the scent of her s*x.

What now? Do I keep up this charade with Vanessa? Should I wait until I find out more about my mate? She may never accept me or this life. What then? I need to put up a strong front for the pack. Don’t do anything drastic until you know more.

Travis sucks in a breath and says “turn around”. Vanessa happily obliges, hopping off of his lap and puts her hands on the desk. Dropping his pants, he reaches a hand underneath her skirt. He pulls her underwear to the side and slides his finger in. “Ooooh baby, getting right to it”, she breathes. She turns her head to the side to get a look at him but he just can’t look at her. He grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her head back. “Ah! Travis!”, she moans. Wasting no time, he shoves himself into her. A roar whooshes in his ears and somewhere in the distance he can hear Vanessa crying out and talking. Shut up. He focuses on the sound of his pelvis slapping off of her a** as he picks up the pace. He presses her down onto the desk as he rides her harder. Slap! Slap! Slap! Travis closes his eyes and immediately sees his mate’s face. “Yes”, he groans, thrusting harder until he feels his body quake. Before he releases, he pulls out of her and pushes up her shirt so he can shoot onto her back. He pulls on his member, coaxing the last of his seed out.

Grabbing a shirt from the coat rack, he cleans up Vanessa’s back. She pulls herself up off the desk and drops to her knees in front of him. Travis shakes his head and steps back. “I have a meeting. Sorry” he says, pulling his pants back on. Her eyes flicker to black for a moment. Was that rage he just saw? Vanessa smiles sweetly and gets up to leave. “Okay baby, I’ll catch you later tonight”, she winks on her way out.