Sharp Edges

Moving On

(Author note: This chapter contains rated R scenes. Reader discretion is advised. The following 5 Chapters are the highlights of Skye's first 5 years in Jasper... please note the passage of time at the start of each chapter!)

Four months in Jasper...

Zack's POV:  

 "Maybe I should call her again?" I ask Jules as we head back to our table. We had been dancing on and off for almost an hour and there was still no sign of Skye. "The show is going to start soon." I continue with the sound of annoyance laced into each word.

"Would you just relax a little." Jules replies, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze before climbing into her seat. "You know Skye. She is always late. I'm sure she is fine."

"She is not usually this late." I snap at her, and then instantly regret my tone. "I'm sorry Jules. I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I just worry."

"Look, I know you have bonded to Skye. I have also. It is rare, but it happens. You spoke to her twenty minutes ago, and she was fine. Just running behind as usual." Jules sighs and continues, "I get just as agitated as you do when she is away from us for extended periods, but you have to realize acting on those emotions comes off... stalker-like... to her." She glances around to make sure no one is listing before she continues, "Skye is still human. So until that changes, and she feels the pull the way we do, you have to keep it together, or you will scare her off. "

"You're right. You would think we would be use to running on Skye-time by now, but after four months that woman is still keeping us on our toes." I reply, taking a long sip of my beer to calm my nerves.

"Well..." Jules gives me her playful smile, "If she didn't keep us on our toes she wouldn't be as much fun." Jules teases me, and throws back her third shot of tequila. Obviously I wasn't the only one using alcohol to cope.

"I could think of more interesting ways for her to keep me on my toes besides worrying me half to death several times a day." I wink at Jules, and she laughs knowing exactly what I mean.

 The bar had slowed down some. The usual crowd was heading out, and people were arriving for the show. A slow country song was playing, and a few couples were dancing slowly around the dance floor. My mind drifts back to Skye and I find myself lost in thought...

After our first night together Jules had given Skye the best explanation she could for the relationship dynamic between us. Skye had accepted the complexity of the situation even though we couldn't give her all the details. It was clear she wanted to progress things, but she wanted to get her footing in her new home first, and I've respected that. Granted, that respect has nearly driven me mad with lust. Jules has practically had to move in at my place to help me keep it together both physically, and mentally.

Jules, and I are shifters. Werewolves to be more precise. Our kind hide in plain sight; often in small groups of three to five. A lot of the stories about werewolves have some truth to them, but studying an actual pack of wolves would give you a better understanding of our nature. We are closely bonded to each other, crave the companionship of those in our pack, and members of a pack are often extremely affectionate with one another. Unlike in the stories, we do not have one mate we are destined to bond with. Like regular wolves we often find a mate that we prefer, but like humans we can take multiple s****l partners. These partners can be either human or shifter, but we typically only mate with other werewolves. Hell, we typically only form the pack bond with other werewolves, but Jules and I have both bonded to Skye like she was one of us.

 How do you tell a human that the world as they know it is a lie? More importantly, how do you tell them without them thinking you belong in a loony bin, and leaving town as fast as they arrived? Jules and I have bonded to Skye as part of our pack. If she leaves we will feel her loss the way a human feels the death of a loved one. We needed to figure this out... and soon. Things will be so much easier when she knows.

Her smell brings me back to the present. I look up at Jules who is smiling ear to ear as she turns her attention toward the double doors, and jumps down from her seat.

"Skye! Over Here!" Jules yells, jumping up and down to get Skye's attention.

I close my eyes, and let the scent of vanilla and sea salt take over my senses. The noise of the crowd, and the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with stale beer fade away. All there is, is Skye.

Skye's POV:

Shit. s**t. s**t. I am so late.

Losing track of time has become my signature move since arriving in Jasper. It's Saturday night, and like most Saturday nights I am meeting up with Jules and Zack.

Last week Zack had teasingly mentioned he might ditch us to go see a burlesque show at the local watering hole. Turns out, the joke was on him. Jules had already purchased tickets for all three of us to see the show at 4 Peaks Bar. She sounded even more excited about the event than he did. I admit I am also intrigued.

The gravel crunches under my feet as I make my way through the parking lot. Hearing the sound of country music escaping through an open door on the side of the red-brick building, I pick up my pace. At the front entrance I give my ticket to the man working the door. He scans my ID and waves me through. Once inside I search the growing crowd for my friends.

"Skye! Over Here!" I hear Jules before I see her. Looking toward the sound of her voice, I spot Jules jumping up and down near a tall, round, pub table.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." I apologize as I reach them.

Jules gives me a quick hug and replies, "It's okay. You're here now." She takes her seat next to Zack, and gives him her famous I-told-you-so look.

I move to greet him, noticing for the first time that there are only two chairs at our small table. I let out a long breath. I am not looking forward to having to stand for the duration of the evening. That's what you get for being late... again; I scold myself.

I greet Zack with a hug. "Hello baby girl." He greets me with a smile, leaving his hand on the small of my back affectionately.

The last four months had passed by in a similar manner. Zack and I were affectionate, but things between us had not progressed physically since our first meeting. Not that I didn't want them to, I just wanted to make sure it would be as simple as Jules made it seem. Sharing a guy with my new best friend sounded like drama waiting to happen, and I just want a fresh, clean. slate here in Jasper. If I were to have s*x with Zack, I need to know that there will be no drama between the three of us. Zack seemed to understand; waiting on me to make the next move. 

He takes his seat, and I set my bag on the table preparing myself to stand for the next hour. Zack moves me to stand between his knees, facing away from him, and towards the stage. Thankful, I shift my weight so that I'm leaning against his high bar stool and prop my elbows on his knees. Zack has other ideas though. He puts his hands on either side of my hips, lifting me with ease, into his lap. He raps his arms around my waist, pulling me in close.

He places his chin on my shoulder and whispers into my ear, "You didn't think I would make you stand... did you?"

I blush. Not because of my proximity to Zack, or his words in my ear; both of which I have grown accustomed to during my time with him. This particular bright red color consuming my features is a result of the growing bulge in his pants. Feeling him against my back side has me instantly replaying the night we met. His passion. His dominance. His lips. His hands.

The replay is making me hot all over. In search of some relief I lean forward slightly, and wait for him to loosen his grip. When he does I remove my black leather jacket, and put it on the table with my purse before leaning back into my original position against Zack's chest. I realize my movement, however innocent to me, had caused Zack's bulge to nearly double in size. 

Under my leather jacket I was wearing an ivory, silk kami with spaghetti straps, and a low back. My bare skin was now exposed, and with Zack's head resting on my shoulder I could feel his breath on my neck.

To distract myself from the pressure building inside me, and to lighten the mood, I look over my shoulder, "Zack if you respond this way to me in jeans and a tank, how do you expect to control yourself around the women who will be dancing around in lingerie?" I gesture towards the stage and raise my brows at him.

Jules, who had been texting on her phone while Zack and I got situated, looks up and says, "Even if they were dancing around completely naked, they would have nothing on you Skye. That top shows just enough skin to be sexy without crossing over into trashy. Not to mention I can practically see the outline of your n*****s through the thin fabric. No wonder Zack is having a hard time."

There is a pause before Jules adds, "I am totally raiding your closet for next weekend’s outfit. It's not that I don't love having Zack as a best friend, but it so nice to have a girlfriend who gets my fashion sense, and appreciates the effort that goes into looking stunning..." She finishes smiling at me.

The lights dim down, the music starts, and the curtains go up as the show starts. A beautiful woman in a black dress stands in the middle of the stage. Behind her is a live band.  Her dress is floor length with a slit all the way up to her hip, and she is wearing elbow length black gloves. With a top hat hiding her face, she begins to strut towards the audience. Every movement showing off her long legs through the slit in her dress. Each step perfectly in time with the music.

I watch her, captivated by the mystery. Waiting for her to show her face. Zack begins to press kisses on my shoulder in time with her steps. Each kiss brings his lips closer to my neck, and I find myself, eyes closed, tilting my head to give him more access. The music picks up tempo, and I open my eyes to find that the woman had revealed her face; the top hat gone.

She was beautiful. In her late thirties with sharp features. A beautiful peacock feather was painted on her face, and she wore long feather-like lashes.

While she moved around the stage to the music, Zack switches sides and starts his trail of kisses again. This time when he reaches my neck, his soft kisses become more sensual. He touches his tongue to my neck before each kiss, and finishes each kiss by slightly pinching my skin with his teeth. I wiggle my body trying to suppress my moan as his arms tighten around my waist. Zack moves his own body. Making sure the bulge in his pants rubs between my legs. I can't help it. I let out a gasp as pressure builds in my core.

"Okay you two," Jules interrupts, "You're not even watching the show. You are practically dry humping each other over there." Jules says, with teasing encouragement. "The dancer might complain if you two steal her spotlight." Jules laughs.

Embarrassed I reply "I'm sorry. Zack will keep his lips to himself for the rest of the show." I give Zack a cut-it-out look over my shoulder for emphasis. Zack acts out a pain in his chest. I laugh and give him a quick peck on the cheek to heal his wounded heart.

Jules shakes her head laughing again. "I will need a very sharp knife if you want me to have any hopes of cutting the s****l tension between you two tonight," She continues teasingly. 

We turn our attention back to the stage. I expected him to carry on with his playful flirting, but he just holds me close to his chest while we watch the beautiful dancer slowly remove bits of her clothing. I find myself extremely impressed with the show. It puts a classy spin on stripping. The dancer is always showing enough skin to keep your attention, but always covering the most sought after places. When it's over, I get down from the stool and collect my things. Zack stands next to me, and drapes his arm over my shoulders.

"Well," Jules hooks her arm through mine, opposite of Zack, "that definitely left me hot and bothered. But you two...," Jules points between Zack and I as we make our way towards the exit, "were obviously hot and bother by each other, and not the show." She uses the finger she was just accusing us with to jab playfully into my ribs. Trapped between her and Zack there was no escape, and I'm laughing while we walk.

Normally I'd down play Jules s****l teasing, or change the subject, but instead I reply, "What can I say, he is really good with his lips." I was only half joking, and they both knew it. After all, Jules knew just how good Zack was with his lips, and it's about time I found out for myself.

Jules pulled our trio to a stop. Looking shocked, and excited at the same time she says, "Skye, I rode with Zack. I can drive Zack's truck back to his house, and pick up my car. Why don't you two take your truck, and head back to your place?"

I notice that Zack hasn't moved, or said anything since Jules had made her offer. I unwind my arm from Jules's, and turn to face Zack. Instead of answering, I reach into his front right pocket, remove his truck keys, and hand them over my shoulder to Jules.

Jules squeals loudly, jumping up and down. "It's about damn time girl. I promise, you won’t regret this!" She yells as she runs off toward the exit without so much as another word. Almost like she was scared I would change my mind if she hung around with those keys any longer. I glance over my shoulder in time to see the double doors close behind her.

Laughing at her excitement for us I turn my attention back to Zack. He still has not moved. I start to wonder if I'd made a mistake. Before I can think further into it, Zack takes my hand and is pulling me towards the exit. Once outside he lets me take the lead. I show him to where I parked my truck. Out of habit, I make my way to the driver’s side, and start to climb in. Zack is right behind me and moves me over into the middle seat. He holds his hand out for the keys as he positions himself behind the wheel. Not wanting anymore delays I hand him the keys. He puts them into the ignition but doesn't turn it over.

"Skye, are you sure about this?  I'm willing to wait until you’re ready."

"I am ready Zack."

He growls like he did the first night we met and grips my steering wheel so hard I'm surprised it doesn't break in half. "I need you to be one hundred percent sure Skye, because once I start, I won't be able to stop. Not when I've wanted you so badly all these months."

"Zack, I'm not some scared girl who's never been f****d before. I know what I want, and..." I pause...I un-tuck my silk shirt leaving the bottom to rest on my ribs. I un-button my pants, and take his hand from the steering wheel, slipping it inside. When his fingers run across my wet folds, and he grits his teeth, I know I've made my point. I remove his hand, deliberately putting it back on the steering wheel from which it came before I continue, "...I want you." I continue, smiling up at him. "Now drive. Please?" I finish.

He starts the truck and throws it into gear. "Luckily, we don't have to make it far." He says giving me one last longing look before turning his attention to the road.

Zack whips my truck into a parking spot closest to my apartment. He cuts the engine, and opens his door, jumping out. He reaches in, and grabs my hand pulling me out after him.

I expected him to make a bee line for my apartment, but instead he squats down, putting his hands on the back of my thighs, and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist smiling at the since of Deja-vu. He pins me against the truck. Unlike the first time we were in this position, he starts slowly. Kissing my shoulder like he did at 4 Peaks. "I am going to savor every moment of this!" He growls into my ear, squeezing my ass. Once he reaches the nape of my neck, his kisses turn into light sucks and nips, and I can't hold back my moan. I move my hips against him looking for some release to the pressure pooling between my legs.

With my arms already around his neck, I lace my fingers into his hair, and pull slightly. He presses his midsection harder against me, and sucks on my neck with more force. I move his lips to mine, letting go of his hair. Unwinding my arms from around his neck, I run my fingernails down his chest, and then his abs. I lift his shirt just enough to allow my hands access. Tracing his waistline, one of my fingers moves under the surface of his jeans, and grazes against the tip of his d**k. It is rock hard and straining against the restricting denim. Begging to be set free. Zack bites my lip and lets out a moan in response.

Zack releases my lip and says, "Let’s go inside. I don't think Betty would approve of me taking you in the parking lot, and if we wait any longer that's exactly what will happen."

"Okay." I breathe out. The thought of sweet, old, Grandma Betty catching us sobering my lust filled mind.

He puts me down, and I take off toward the apartment, not looking back to see if he is following me. I unlock the door, and step through, Zack right on my heels. The door closes behind him, and he turns to lock it.

"We wouldn't want Jules to barge in here in the morning while I've got you bent over the kitchen table." He says as he turns back to me. His words making it clear it would not be a one-and-done kind of night.

Excitement courses through me at his words and I bite my lip in expectation. 

He closes the distance between us faster than I thought possible. I'm pressed against the wall of the entry way, his lips attacking mine. His mouth tastes sweet as I explore it with my tongue. I feel his hands against my skin as he collects the thin fabric of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and dropping it to the floor at our feet. My bare breast now fully exposed to him for the first time, he leans back to examine me. He makes his signature animalistic growl and picks me up carrying me to the kitchen counter. He uses his arm to clear the surface, sending a metal tray and its contents clattering on the tile floor. I begin undoing his button-up black shirt, revealing his rock-hard chest. I hesitate for a moment when I notice the scars that spread across his chest and over his shoulder towards his back. I question him with my eyes.

"A story for another time baby girl," He says before closing the distance between us; his lips on mine again.

His lips move from mine and down my jaw. When he reaches my neck, his kisses turn into sucks and bites, increasing the moisture between my legs. He continues downward, taking one of my n*****s into his mouth. The kissing, biting, sucking, and pinching takes over my senses. I can't help myself any longer, and I throw back my head letting out a loud moan.

I need him, and I need him now. This is torture, and I need relief. I use my hands to undo his belt, and then pull it loose. Folding it in half, one end in each of my hands; I smile at him mischievously before I wrap it around the back of his neck and use it to bring his lips back to mine. 

After a moment I break away. "Bed. Now." I breathe out, letting the belt fall to the floor, and rubbing my hands over the front of his pants. He is so big and hard. Pictures flash through my mind of him inside me, and I grip him harder. 

The next thing I know my back is against the bed, and Zack is on top of me. He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to the waist of my jeans. He unbuttons them and rips them off. Spreading my legs, he stands between them, putting his hands on my knees. His fingers dig deep into my skin while he runs his hands up the length of my thighs, toward my soaking wet core. The pressure is almost painful, but I'm too turned on to care.

Once his hands have made their way to my hips, he slips his fingers into the fabric of my panties playfully. He leans down, putting his head between my legs, and begins to plant light kisses on my c**t. I can't help but lift, and press against him. Wanting more. Needing more.

"I'm so wet. Zack, please!" I beg.

Without warning he rips my panties on both sides tossing the shredded fabric aside. Shocked I open my eyes. It takes me only a split second to notice that Zack's hole body is swollen, and he looks like he is ready to explode.

Before I have time to question it, he turns away from me, and lays his head against the nearest wall while his body shakes. "Damn it Skye." He growls, "You're so wet for me. I'm having trouble controlling myself." 

I get up from the bed and walk over to him. Putting my arms around him, I lay my head against his back. "Zack the whole point of this was for us to lose control, and give into our desires."

Zack's POV:

Finally, Skye lay beneath me. Bare. Her folds wet. Ready for me. The smell of her arousal taking over my wolf senses. I feel the shift begin to take. No! Not Now! I turn away from her trying desperately to calm myself down. To control the change.

"Dammit Skye." I say, "You're so wet for me I'm having a trouble controlling myself."

"Zack the whole point of this was for us to lose control and give into our desires."

If only she knew how close my desires were to changing me into an animal. An animal she would not understand...not yet. If she sees me change now, I will lose her. The thought sobers my raging lust.

Skye's POV:

"My desires are not what I'm worried about controlling." Zack answers.

"You won’t hurt me Zack." I turn him away from the wall to face me. He won’t meet my eyes, keeping his head hung low, but I notice his body has stopped shaking. "I'm not as fragile as you think." I say, lifting his chin so he will look at me. I plant a light kiss on his cheek, then his neck, his chest, his abs. I get on my knees in front of him, planting a kiss right above the open button to his jeans. Sliding down his jeans, and his underwear, his d**k springs free. I look up at him impressed and asking for permission with my eyes. He still seems worried at first, so I push further. Tilting my head to the side I lick my lips, and then use my hand to wipe the saliva away. Seeing him so hard has the moisture between my legs practically running down my thighs. Still on my knees I touch myself, moaning softly while I look into his eyes.

"f**k Skye! I'm going to c*m just looking at you!"

I smile knowing I have broken through his reservations. I take the hand that had just been massaging my wet center and transfer the moisture to the tip of his d**k. Then lick it off with my tongue. He lets out a loud moan, and I smile. I take him deep into my mouth before pulling back slowly; letting my lips run over his length and massaging his tip with my tongue. He throws his head back against the wall with a moan. I taste his pre-c*m, and I almost orgasm right there in the floor. I am so wet. I can barely focus on what my mouth is doing.

The loudest growl I've heard from Zack rips through the room. I am picked up and thrown back against the bed in the blink of an eye. Before I catch my baring’s Zack as already completely removed his pants and is removing a condom from the pocket. He slips it on, and stalks towards me again. He is giving me the look of a beast on the hunt. This time I know for sure I'm the pray. The pray who is going to, gladly, let him have his way with me. 

When he reaches me, he spreads my legs, and stands between them. He uses his d**k to massage my c**t, making me practically buck against him for more.

"You want my d**k inside you so bad, don't you Skye." Zack says, his voice laced with lust.

I nod, and whimper unable to form the words.

"I can smell your arousal, Skye; I can smell how badly you want this." He enters just the tip of his d**k into me. I let out another loud moan. He retracts, leaving a void I desperately want him to fill. "I've had to smell you walking around acting like you didn't want this, all while your panties where wet for me." He pushes into me with just his tip again. I think I am going to go mad with lust. "Tell me how badly you want me to f**k you. Tell me how badly you have wanted it every day since we met."

"Zack I want you." I whimper, moving my hips in a circle using his hard d**k to massage my c**t while I talk. "I've pictured you f*****g me on the hood of your truck, and in the back seat of mine, in my bed, your bed, on my kitchen counter, in the shower. I've pictured you pounding your rock-hard c**k into me in so many places..." I move my hips again, positioning his tip at my entrance. "Now please, Zack, f**k me." I beg.

He doesn't hesitate as he slides into me. I gasp at the sheer size of him. It has been so long since a man has been inside me. He is so, so deep. "f**k Skye! You are so tight." Zack says, and doesn't move for a moment, letting me adjust. "That's it. Relax baby girl. Let me take care of you. Let me give you all that you've been denying yourself."

Once he is satisfied that I am fully relaxed he begins to pump in, and out of me. Each pump pulling his d**k almost completely out of me before slamming back into me. Hitting all the right spots. I arc my back off the mattress and fist the comforter on either side.

Zack falls on top of me taking one of my n*****s into his mouth as his thrust continue. "Oh! Yes! Zack! I'm fixing to...." before I can finish an orgasm racks through my body and I cry out.

Feeling my walls constrict around his c**k, Zack grabs my hips, and f***s me harder; faster, until he lets out his signature growl, and collapses beside me; breathing hard.

"That was amazing baby girl." He says, propping himself up on his elbow next to me.

"You were not too bad yourself." I say teasing and lean up to kiss him. 

He kisses me back sweetly and begins trailing his fingers over my stomach and between my breasts.

"How about a shower?" I ask him.

"Shower s*x for round two? Lead the way baby girl."

The events continued throughout the night, and well into the morning.