The Lone Wolf

Chapter 2 - The Cabin

Brennan made it to the cabin, which was a sturdy log built home with a central stove and fireplace that kept the place cozy. There was a central living area with a large hearth which he set to building a fire. He placed the woman down on his main seating area, which was a couch of sorts, piled with blankets and cushions. He covered her in blankets and made quick work of making a fire.

Once the wood had caught and the fire started to really warm the cabin, he checked on her. Her skin was still cold under the blankets, her clothes wet. Even through that, her scent was reaching his nostrils. He detected a hint of something off, alongside her feminine scent, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on the memory it was evoking.

The only way he was going to warm her up was to get rid of her wet clothes, he decided. He quietly stripped her damp clothes, trying not to notice how creamy and soft her skin was, the rosy n*****s stood up in protest against the cold. He swallowed hard as his body started to react to seeing a woman like this for the first time in years and stopped at removing her underwear. He wrapped her back up in the blankets, his hands shaking slightly. He padded off to the one bedroom and grabbed one of his flannel shirts to wrap her in and some thick socks. Her toes had a scary blue tinge to them, he’d known men twice her size succumb to frost bite. He hoped she would not suffer a similar fate.

What the hell had she been doing out there? He wondered, not for the first time since he saw her. It smacked of something awful happening to her that she would risk her life that way with no protective clothing or supplies.

His stomach started growling in protest, so he got to work preparing some food, hoping that the girl would wake soon and they could share some sustenance together. Once the stew was happily bubbling away on the stove and the fresh vegetables were prepared he moved to check on the girl. She was still so cold, but there was some slight improvement. There was only one thing left he could do, and he just hoped he could control himself. He stripped his clothes off down to his underwear and slipped underneath the blankets with her. He removed his flannel from her freezing body and enveloped himself around her, sharing his body heat that radiated in waves from him.

Immediately, his senses were assaulted by her scent of pine needles, freshly baked cake, a hint of soft ripe peaches, and soft curves, molding easily to his body. Too easily. His c**k started to swell against her stomach, and he cursed his damn biology. Her hair, although matted in places, was soft under his fingers, and he couldn’t help but thread his fingers through her tumbling curls that reached down low to the swell of her buttocks. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and he could feel her n*****s straining against his chest hair.

He was torn between the need to warm her and the thought that she would wake and be horrified at what she had awoken to. He decided to stay for as little as possible, until she started to respond, then he would slip away. If someone could just tell his nether regions the plan, that would be great. He could sense his baser instincts rising to the surface, the need to take, breed, f**k. If he wasn’t careful, her presence was going to trigger a rut, which would make her being here a whole lot harder.

The snow continued to fall outside the cabin in large, soft flakes that settled onto the already fallen snow. As the sky grew dark, he felt her start to move, and a delicate sigh escaped her lips. He closed his eyes in blessed relief and started to extricate himself from her tangled limbs. As he slipped away from her she seemed to whimper at the loss of contact and he froze, motionless for a few seconds before covering her with the blanket and grabbing his clothes. He retreated to the bedroom again, his c**k straining and begging for release. He didn't want her to wake up and be confronted by him in this state.

He headed for the shower that was adjacent to his bedroom and set the water running. He grabbed his bulging member and began to stroke himself in practiced movements, slow at first, thinking about her scent, her curves, and that soft creamy skin. He realized he was in trouble when he quickened his pace, abusing himself in the most delicious way. His other hand braced himself on the cold tile as thick white c*m spurted out in blessed release. As his breathing slowed, he washed himself clean and cursed his urges. He hoped that would take the edge off his desire and that he could remain a gentleman towards his mystery guest.

As Brennan dressed again, he saw through the window that travel of any sort was going to be futile for the next few days at least, especially with her being injured. He was going to have to control himself with her. You’re a strong-willed man, Brennan, he spoke to himself sternly, You can control yourself, and you will just have to get highly acquainted with your right hand! He just hoped she wasn’t going to tip him into a rut. He tried to avoid going into a rut, it was basically an inconvenience for him these days, and it meant he had to either find some willing beta to satisfy him for a few days. It was easier said than done in a small town where everyone knew you. He sometimes traveled to the nearest bigger town to find some anonymity, or he just holed himself up in the cabin with his hand and a few toys he had to help him through it. He’d heard of suppressants you could use, but he didn’t trust their long-term effects.

As he was brooding over his s****l needs, he heard a thud and a cry from the next room. He shot up and burst through the door to find his foundling on the floor in obvious pain, her eyes wide. She turned to face him and her eyes were full of fear as she scrabbled to try and get away.