Chapter 31: Feel Like Makin' Love

Cyrus

Just like that, a ten-year-long feud was over. I didn’t want to ask Blayze if this meant that Harlow and I could be together. There was immeasurable sadness in the air, and we had thirteen fallen wolves to bury the next day. Not to mention what we’d be dealing with when Madoc came back. It felt selfish and petty to ask his permission. But I didn’t have to.

Blayze saw me looking at Harlow and gave me a nod. “You two are probably exhausted. Get outta here and get some rest... Or whatever.”

Harlow looked to Bonnie, who also gave her a nod. Harlow and I were free to do as we pleased and a surge of relief and joy washed over me despite the circumstances. I took Harlow by the hand, and we left the bar.

“Where are we going?” she asked when we got outside.

“Is my place ok with you?”

“More than ok.” She smiled.

We hadn’t slept in about thirty hours at this point, and we were both covered in dirt, sweat, and spattered blood, but she managed to look beautiful. So much bad had happened to both packs. But for today, I just wanted to keep the pain at bay and focus on the good.

When we reached my bike, I picked her up and kissed her hard. For the first time, it didn’t matter who saw. Finally, we could do all the things I’d been dreaming about. I sat her down on the back seat of my bike, and when I got on in front, she hugged me and put her head on my shoulder.

I drove us east. Each second of the four-mile trip felt like it took longer than the drive ever had. When we finally reached my house, Harlow squealed with laughter as I picked her up again and carried her inside. I threw open the door and took her immediately to the master bedroom.

“I’m all gross,” she said, still in my arms looking down at her dirty clothes. “Can we…” She nodded toward the ensuite bathroom.

I smiled and took her into the bathroom, finally setting her down to turn on the shower.

I took off my cut, and Harlow pulled my shirt up over my head. She placed her hands on my chest as I leaned down and tasted her mouth. My fingers worked to unzip her cut and pull it off her shoulders. Then I slipped my boots off while she did the same, but I didn’t give her any more time to undress further before pulling her into the shower.

“Cyrus!” she let out a laugh as the hot water cascaded over us. A mixture of dirt and blood swirled on the shower floor and down the drain.

Harlow lifted her arms to allow me to pull her wet shirt over her head, and I let it fall to the shower floor. We rid ourselves of our remaining clothing, and I took the soap from the shower caddy to clean the remnants of the day off our bodies. I kissed her naked breasts, and Harlow took my erect manhood in her hand. I let out a groan as her hand worked its way up and down my length. It felt like I’d waited an eternity for this, but I didn’t wanna rush through it.

I kissed her mouth again and picked her up by the back of her thighs. She wrapped her wet body around mine, and I turned the shower off, carrying her into the bedroom. The water dripped off of us and onto the floor as Harlow trailed her lips and tongue down my neck. I laid her down gently on the bed and kissed down her collarbone, breasts, and stomach until I finally reached the junction of her thighs.

“Ok?” I asked her.

She nodded her head. “Yes.”

Harlow’s body quivered in anticipation as I parted her legs. I placed a light kiss on the inside of her thigh and slowly worked my way toward her center before pausing to look up at her. She gave a little groan of frustration that I’d stopped. Finally, I dove in with my tongue.

Harlow

I gasped as Cyrus’s tongue met its mark, combing my fingers through his hair as he lapped between my legs.

“Cyrus,” I whispered, arching my back.

It was impossible for me to keep quiet. Within minutes, my body was shaking as pleasure flooded through me. I grasped the blankets on the bed and sat up, letting out cries of ecstasy as I climaxed.

Confident that I was satisfied, Cyrus came up from between my legs, and his lips met my ear.

“You’d better not be tired,” he said, breathing heavily. “I’m just getting started.”

I kissed his lips and slid my hand down to his shaft. He let out a lustful groan as I gave him a tug. Then he pulled back.

“One sec,” he said, and he reached over to the bedside table. From the top drawer, he pulled out a condom. I sat on my knees as he ripped the foil packaging and put it on.

He sat back down on the bed and brought me onto his lap so that I straddled him, face to face.

“You still ok?” he asked.

I nodded with a reassuring smile and used my hand to slip him into me. I took in a deep breath as I adjusted to his girth. All the while, we kept eye contact, and slowly, I began to ride him. He lifted my hips and thrust upward, matching my rhythm. I moaned as he pushed deeper. I leaned back as he continued to delve into me, and Cyrus cradled the small of my back with his hands.

Eventually, he moved onto his knees, lifting me so that he could lay me all the way down, my head at the foot of the bed. I wrapped my legs around his torso. His breath was heavy in my ear, and his hands clasped onto mine, our fingers entwined.

When he looked at me again, I saw that his eyes seemed to shift for a split second. I let out a gasp at the sight. I’d nearly forgotten I was making love to a werewolf.

“Sorry,” he panted as he slowed his rhythm.

“Don’t hold back,” I said into his ear.

That seemed to be all the confirmation he needed as he picked up the pace and thrust into me more aggressively. Tremors began to surge through me, and I was soon ready to climax again.

“Cyrus,” I cried. “I’m gonna…”

“Come on, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “Together.”

He released my hands and lifted my hips. I squeezed my legs tighter around him, grasping his hair as we came closer...closer. Finally, my whole body jolted with euphoria, and we both let out a carnal orgasmic moan. Slowly, he rocked us to a stop.

Cyrus looked into my eyes and softly caressed my face.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I let out a small breath in surprise.

“I know it’s too early to say that,” he said. “But after everything that happened today, I don’t wanna risk never getting to tell you. It’s the truth.”

“I don’t want anything to go unsaid either.” I hadn’t planned to bring it up, but if we were confessing things, now was the time to do it. “I love you, too... And I wanted to ask you if—when the time comes—will you be the one to turn me?”

Cyrus broke eye contact and seemed to pull back, mentally.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he said. He was still inside of me and slowly pulled out.

“You don’t want to be mated,” I said, regretting that I asked.

“I do,” he said.

“Just not to me.” I pulled a blanket over me, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Of course, to you.” He pulled the blanket over himself, as well, and brought my naked body close to his. “I just need to tell you something. Something I should have already told you.”

I tried to prepare myself for the worst. Before I knew it, my eyes were watering. I hated that I couldn’t control it.

“Years ago,” Cyrus began, “not long after the split from the Blood Dogs… I met someone. A human girl.”

I recalled the photograph I’d seen on Arlene’s wall of Cyrus with a girl. She’d been kissing him on the cheek. That was who he was talking about. I was sure of it.

“What happened?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.

“I tried to turn her,” he said with sadness in his eyes. “She didn’t make it.”