Little Wolf

Marked

Paislee

Thursday and Friday pass in a blur. Paislee spends her mornings training with Lucy, and when Trevor and Tyler arrive, they go for a swim in the lake and then have lunch before they teach her how to spar in the afternoons. All six of them have dinner together every night, they come together like a family to cook and then clean up afterwards. After dinner they take their wolves for runs, play board games and watch movies.

Finn was right about shifting becoming easier, Paislee doesn't feel the discomfort when she shifts on Friday night. Layla and Jax sneak away to make love in werewolf form deep in the woods, and Layla is over the moon. It's an unusual experience for Paislee, to participate but still be a bystander, and she nervously closes her eyes a few times to shake her embarrassment. Jax howls as he climaxes and Paislee cringes knowing that they can all hear him from the house. Something else she'll need to adjust to.

On Saturday morning, Paislee and Luke awaken to an empty house. Lucy, Trevor and Tyler have gone back to the packhouse, since werewolves don't take days off from training. Ivy went home to see her dad, who just got back from being on the road.

She and Luke make love before climbing into the shower, only to do it again there. When they emerge from their shower forty minutes later, they have run the water cold. As Paislee dries herself off, Luke wanders naked down to the kitchen. "Are you getting dressed?", she calls down from the top of the stairs. "No, are you?", he calls back. Paislee looks down at herself wrapped up in her red towel nervously. "You need to get comfortable being naked, babe", he tells her from the bottom of the stairs.

His tattooed body is still glistening from their shower, and dripping down his gorgeous, muscular body. His member is at half mast, ready to perk up at any moment. With a sly grin, he begins to creep up the stairs. Anxiety washes over Paislee, yet she's frozen in place. Excitement rolls off of her in waves as he inches closer before yanking one corner of her towel so that it snaps off and flutters over the bannister and on to the floor.

Luke sucks in a sharp breath. "If you don't come downstairs naked with me, I'm going to have to f*ck you again", he growls. Paislee yips and takes off down the hall to the bedroom.

Luke catches her in the doorway, his d**k is hard, pressed against her a**cheek, and she shivers in anticipation. Tumbling on to the bed, they make quick work of devouring each other for the third time this morning.

Paislee screams his name as he plunges deep inside her and she arches her back underneath him, throwing her head back into the pillow. The sheer force of his lust rocks the bed underneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall as he moans. "Ahhhh!", she cries out as she feels herself clench around him, and he holds her underneath him as he brings her as close to his body as possible. Every square inch of the front of their bodies are pressed together as he coaxes out her orgasm. Luke nips at her marking spot and she cries out, "Yes!"

Luke stops dead in his tracks, his c*ck deep inside her, ready to blow. "Yes?", he pants, searching her face. "Yes", she whispers, raising her hips, begging him for more as she wraps her legs around him to allow him to go deeper. "Please". Raising his hips, he slams into her and she cries out his name once more as he releases himself inside her. With another deep thrust, he bites down on her marking spot and she howls. One more thrust and he grunts, collapsing into the bed, still inside her. Luke is now licking her wound, and she wonders what is happening.

Gasping for breath he pulls her on top of him and wraps his arms around her. "I'm so happy", he breathes. "Me too", she murmurs, kissing his chest.

Luke

Luke never came so hard in his life as he did just now, having marked his mate. Clutching her to him, he gasps for air, her scent emanating throughout his entire body as she pants. "Why did you lick it after?”, she asks shyly. "It seals the wound, and the bond", he tells her. "What happens now?", she asks him. "When you're ready, you'll mark me, too", he breathes, his eyes searching hers in adoration. "You'll know", he says before kissing her nose, "Come on, coffee's ready".

Paislee shifts in her chair, and Luke knows she feels awkward. They're sipping their coffee on the back deck in Muskoka chairs, naked. "You ready to spar with me, Little Wolf?", he c*cks an eyebrow at her. She snaps her head to face him, her jaw hanging open. Luke howls with laughter at her reaction, and struggles to stop himself. "You're not serious!", she exclaims. "Oh but I am", he says, trying to stifle his laugh.

Luke takes it easy on her as she takes a couple of jabs at him. When she finally connects her fist into his shoulder, he raises his eyebrows in surprise. "You pack quite a punch!", he says encouragingly. Lucy and the guys have done a good job showing her the basics, and she seems to be a quick study.

Luke shows her a couple of more complicated moves and then she tries them out on him. On her first swing, he jumps out of her way and she misses. He's about to coach her on how to rectify her form and she swings out again, connecting with his jaw, startling him. She’s fast. "Excellent!", he beams at her, impressed. His Little Wolf smiles shyly back at him, and his heart melts.

They spar for an hour before taking a dip in the lake to cool off. Unable to believe his good fortune, Luke yanks her into him and they make love yet again. "So is this just what we do, now?", she giggles when they finish. "Pretty much", he says with a goofy grin.

Paislee

Paislee flutters about upstairs, struggling to find the perfect thing to wear to dinner with the dads, without having the girls around to help. She finally decides on a navy blue halter dress with a tie waist, and a slip that reaches to just above her knee. The dress itself cascades to her mid calf and is sheer. She pairs the dress with black heels with a strap at the ankle, and she piles her long red hair on top of her head. Slipping on a rose gold knotted bracelet, she then adds rose gold coloured hoop earrings.

Applying her makeup, she finishes with a deep red lipstick when Luke comes in to her bedroom. Paislee is looking in the full length mirror when Luke approaches her from behind, lightly kissing her marking spot. Her body tingles with delight, and she turns to face him as she wraps her arms around his torso. He kisses her softly before lightly smacking her butt. "Get dressed", she giggles.

Luke puts on a pair of jeans in a dark wash and a black T-shirt before layering on a plaid long sleeved button down. Rolling up the sleeves, Luke winks at Paislee and she considers messing up her hair with him.

They pick Ivy up on their way into Fisherville, and she looks beautiful in her little black dress with one shoulder.

Luke helps Ivy out of the truck before swinging Paislee out and setting her down gently. They enter the restaurant and immediately see everyone else is seated and chatting animatedly. Sam jumps out of his chair to embrace Paislee. "You look fabulous, Paislee!", he exclaims. "Thank you", she smiles, "You're looking dapper yourself". Ivy and Luke make their greetings before Luke pulls the girls' chairs out for them.

The conversation comes easy during dinner. Sam has this fantastic laugh that's so contagious. Paislee can see that he loves his kids so much, and a smile never leaves his face the entire time. Michael is a bit more reserved, but still warm and friendly. It's obvious that he's so proud of Luke and is smitten with Paislee.

"So, have you talked to Abby yet?", Luke asks Sam. "I have. She didn't take it well", he sighs, before switching back into a huge grin, "But, no matter! You're mine and someday you'll be coming home". "So I noticed that Luke has marked you, Paislee", Lucy says slyly. Paislee blushes and nods. "That's fantastic!", Michael bellows, clapping Luke on the back.

"Do you think you'll come to the packhouse soon?", Tyler asks. "I - I don't know. I think so?", she stammers, looking over at Luke. "Why don't you come have lunch with us tomorrow at the packhouse. You can go home after, and it won't feel so intense", Michael offers gently.

"Do you think you'll reach out to Bob Warner?", Trevor asks. "I don't want him to be angry with... Sam", Paislee says nervously. "Well, he won't go to war with his niece's pack. You're our Luna. Tell you what, I’ll contact Bob and give him the rundown to give him time to process everything, okay?”, Michael offers gently. Paislee nods thankfully. Maybe Alpha Michael is right.

Sam

Tiptoeing into his suite, Sam slips off his shoes at the door. The lights flip on to his surprise, and Abby is glaring at him with her arms crossed. He can tell that she’s drunk again.

“You were out with your bastard child?”, she glowers at him. Sam sighs as he loosens his tie. “I don’t see why you care, Abby. Not for one second have you ever loved me”, he tells her. Abby lunges as him clumsily, claws out. Because she’s drunk, he’s able to capture her wrists with ease and hold her back. “You’ll pay for this”, she hisses. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain for a quarter of a century Abigail, playing father and mother to our children while you sit here day in and day out, drunk and angry at the whole world. I have tried with you over and over again. Brought you flowers for no reason, and have tried to rub your back when you’re sore. During official outings, I try every single time to hold your hand to this day. I’ve cooked for you and clean the house. You’re nearly impossible to love, and yet I still try. Never once have I raised my voice to you, or my hand. Even when you’re at your worst, channeling all of your rage at me. What do you want!?”, Sam’s voice gets louder and louder until he’s shouting.

Abby stumbles back in surprise and stares at him, open mouthed. “You a**hole!”, she shouts. Sam shakes his head and makes his way into the ‘spare’ room that he has slept in for years. Abby stomps in behind him, raging incoherently. Whirling around, he pins her arms to her sides and crushes his lips on to hers in a passionate kiss. Abby wriggles free and slaps his face, hard. “I hate you!”, she seethes.

“I know. You remind me of that every day. You have never shown me one ounce of kindness”, he whispers. “Please, just let me be happy for once. Hate me all you want Abby, just don’t take this from me”, he begs her before flopping on to the bed.