Mistress of Blood and Fur

Chapter 22 - Forest Fire

Onyx

She’s fire. I’m not thinking straight. This is a bad idea, but even Blaze seems content to hum in the background. It’s almost like his urging me on.

“Of course, I am, dimwit. You haven’t had a woman in months. This one – keep her. She’s a forest fire.”

Oh, so he agrees. Grace and I run deeper into the woods. She’s giggling, and it’s the most carefree I’ve ever seen her. Rain pours as if on cue, drenching her floral mini dress. Under a canopy of trees, we kiss again.

Scent and taste go together. So, a kiss for two scent wolves is overwhelming. It’s an explosion of flavors – the nature in the leaves, purity in water, and strawberry lip gloss. I feel my fangs extend. So, I pull away. She makes me lose my self control.

“What is it?” she asks, a frown forming on her pretty face. No, not pretty. Beautiful. Breathtaking. I push negative thoughts away – those that tell me I may lose her.

I bare my fangs at her, and she only grins. Of course she’s unafraid. We are home here in Opium Hills, no matter how much we deny our nature. There’s a wolf in her she still controls, whip into submission I’d like to think.

“Push me away, Grace,” I beg, but she laughs and pulls me toward her. It’s so uncharacteristically wild, I feel myself harden even more if that’s physically possible. I’m so f*****g hard and ready for her now, but I try to hold myself back. She must have noticed that my shoulders have gone rigid.

“I’m not pushing you away again, Onyx. This – the mess we’re in – is my damn fault,” she says. Her heavy-lidded eyes speak of desire, but the way she grits her teeth express her frustration and anger. She trembles from the combination, and I know I must hold her. Damn, I don’t need a reason to hold her. I just want to.

“I had never been a gentle lover,” I warn, as I nip her neck. The points of my fangs make a trail from under her chin down to her collarbone. I see a path of red, but no blood blooms. I keep myself steady, although my breathing is now ragged and I’m afraid I may explode like it’s my first time.

“I don’t care,” she whimpers, pushing her chest at me. She’s an offering, but I know she’s not just that.

My desire to keep her safe overpowers my initial aggression. I manage to retract my fangs by will, letting my tongue take over. She’s sweet and salty, and everything I ever wanted. I pull the frilly u-shaped neckline, thanking the gods that it’s wide enough to expose a breast. She’s not wearing a bra.

“I didn’t expect you to be this naughty, Grace,” I rasp into her skin. I nudge her n****e with my nose, inhaling her deeply. She pulls at my hair as soon as I latch on her. Her soft gasps intensify into moans as I lick her hard n****e back and forth. When I slow down, circling the tip over and over, her knees buckle. I follow her until both of us are kneeling on the damp forest floor.

“Please,” she begs.

So, I suckle harder, my fangs threatening to push forward again but I hold it back. I pull away to look at her eyes, the grey seems to turn into black when her pupils dilate. They are dark pools I’m willing to drown in.

“Take me,” she says, giving me the consent I need but I hesitate. She’s special. I can’t soil her when I’m not even sure our plans will work. Still, I lay her gently on a bed of dried grass. Shrubs and crawling insects are our witness.

I pull her dress further down. Naked from the waist up, she looks like a classical statue or a Renaissance painting. She spreads her legs willingly, lifting the hem of her skirt up to her upper thighs. She’s like a feast, and I get ready to devour her.

“You deserve more than this,” I grunt, the push and pull between my conscience and desire killing me.

“I deserve you.”

Oh, but that can be arranged. I tear off my black shirt and bend down to suckle one breast, one hand kneading the other. Her legs spread wider apart to accommodate me. Then, when I’m right there between her legs, close to her heat, she presses her thighs to keep my body there.

“I will make you come, just like that night,” I promise while looking into her eyes.

She widens her eyes. There’s a bit of suspicion there, but the desire doesn’t lag. I pull her dress higher up and eases her off her panties. I let my fingers open her up, a precious flower. I find her c**t and rub her wetness over it with my thumb while another finger pushes into her. I keep on rubbing while the other pushes in and out, mimicking what I would do to her if I put my c**k inside her. But I have other plans tonight. I bend down to replace my thumb with my mouth and suckle her c**t. She screams.

I work with both tongue and finger. I’m relentless. I only stop when her tremors close around my finger. Then, I get up and run a few yards away. I take out my c**k and fist it to completion, feeding a tree trunk with my c*m.

“Onyx?” she calls. Her voice is anxious.

I turn to see her, all red, flushed and lovely. She’s still mostly naked, with her dress only hiding her waist and nothing else. Her legs are still shamelessly spread, waiting for me.

“Did you like it?” I ask, going back to her and placing my forehead on hers.

“Y-yes, Onyx. But I thought you were claiming me tonight.”

“You deserve more. I just left my scent on you so that the other wolves will know you’re mine. It doesn’t matter what Sarah says.”

She pulls me down and I let her. My bare chest presses on her breasts. It feels so good to be with her, but I can’t ruin her. No.

“Tell me what we’re supposed to do to get rid of your link to Sarah,” she says. Her voice takes on a sad tone. After the rush of passion, we’re back to reality. We know what we are going to be up against.

“Fox says I need to have her reject me.”

“So, you said.”

“He said that he has a spell that can make it happen.”

“Oh?” Grace is interested now, I can tell. I tease her with kisses on her neck. What am I doing? I can’t get enough of her, but I also want to stop.

“You don’t have to. Solve your problem,” Blaze growls.

I lift myself off Grace reluctantly, looking at her with some regret. She pulls her dress up, probably uneasy about my frank appraisal.

“Fox wants to trap the shapeshifter,” I finally say.

“What?” she exclaims, catapulting herself into a sitting position.

“The shapeshifter doesn’t only take on faces and bodies, but she also takes on the scent of any person or thing she turns into.”

I know I’m also convincing myself. I’ve encountered the shapeshifter before and she has taken something from me. But maybe, just maybe, I also need to trap her so that I can get whatever it was she took.

“Y-you must be kidding me, Onyx! If that’s your plan, being banished from Opium Hills now sounds like the better option.”

“You’re right, but I want to give this a try. We can make this work.”

“She’s here somewhere,” Grace whispers. “She’s already here.”

“The more that we have to draw her out.”

It takes a lot of persuading for Grace to finally reluctantly agree. She’s not convinced, and I suspect she’s even ready to write me a goodbye note.

“So, is that why you held back, Onyx? You know this is an impossible task.”

“It isn’t,” I insist. “Fox is a smart guy. He wouldn’t just offer up something that can explode in our faces. Dash is most likely to get too cocky.”

“Yes, but remember Fox is different. He’s -.”

We look at each other and I know what she means. Fox is a brilliant, handsome guy. He’s a great catch, but he struggles with human emotions. Interactions. The fact that he chooses us as friends is a big deal. He must have done a logical breakdown first. Then, he feels safe enough with us.

“Brilliant. He’s a brilliant guy and a warlock from a top witch’s coven.”

“Maybe you’re right. Does he have all that he needs for his spell?”

“He has all of them, except for one thing.”

“What is it? Maybe I can help.”

“Virgin blood,” I answer, without thinking.

A slap startles me. She has a good arm.

“What the f**k, Grace?”

“So, that’s why you didn’t want to ruin me?” She makes air quotes when she spits out the word “ruin.””

“I honestly didn’t think about that. We were thinking of convincing Josie, Fox’s new friend.”

“Right,” she grumbles.

A wolf howls from a distance. I frown. Who’s been planning to run around in the forests tonight? There's also something red blazing in the middle of the forest, from the same direction as the howl, not quite like fire. It looks like a cold blaze to me. Grace looks just as spooked, clutching at the shirt I just pulled back on.

“Let me get you home,” I say.

“Okay,” she whispers.