100 - Skinny Dipping
100 - Skinny Dipping
Nel
I didn’t bother to slow down or wait for Nick. I knew he’d follow me and with our bond deepening after my marking him, he’d be able to do so even if I was miles away. Sure enough, only minutes after beginning my climb up the nearby hill from where the steep path descends to my favorite secluded beach of my teenage years, I feel his presence not far behind me.
The former few days have been nerve-wracking for me. Waiting in the dark is not my piece of cake and people withholding crucial information from me makes it even worse. Combined with the lies of the past, or better said, omitting the truth (after all, I never asked and they never lied, right?), Linda’s secrecy and her taking Irena and William with her smells fishy to me. I’m already having a hard time coming to terms with the information that most of my best childhood friends, who I considered human, were, in fact, premature witches. Irena, Jean, Chloe and I were inseparable back then. However, with Irena being Linda’s daughter, I always had a softer spot for her compared to the others.
After our recent get-together, Jean has seriously been getting on my nerves, making me earnestly doubt how sincere all our past points in time were. I may be having persecutory delusions after all the latest attacks against me. Or I could be going through some kind of PTSD, as Will suggested, but I strongly suspect they all built a protective wall around me since I was born. Everyone but I was aware of it. For some reason that I still can’t fathom, one of their primary objectives was to keep me oblivious to the true nature of our situation, at least as much as to hold the tribes of the south away from me. This way, I grew up joyfully spending a wonderful childhood, only to come and realize now it was but an illusion. Questioning the verity of everything you’ve experienced in all your life can drive you insane.
Seconds later, two sturdy arms pull me flash into a broad hard wall of muscles and trap me there with a vice grip.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Nick says, almost snickering.
I snort, but don’t reply. I just free myself from his clutches and carry on with my climb. It’s not in my intentions to make any kind of conversation so close to my house, around which there are so many prying ears. Since we returned here after the ambush, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and my mum’s words seem to grow one more meaning. Perhaps her warning was wider than I realized at first.
It’s almost funny how I’m about to open up to Nick, with whom my relationship has been so complicated since before we even met. It was only some days ago that he directly called me a whore for working at the Hellhole and agreeing to serve drinks in Andrew’s students’ event. Yet, it seems so distant at this point. The more time we spend together, the more I grow to realize that our pairing brings disaster to both of us, not just me. I destroy his firm stability, while he keeps me grounded and messes with my inner impulsive nature. Still, we’re like magnets, unable to keep away from each other as we recognized we should from day one.
As the fig tree that insinuates the spot where we’d better shift comes into sight, I undress with no inhibitions, fold my clothes neatly in my backpack and swiftly change form, grabbing it with my teeth. I watch him do the same with the smirk on his lips, transforming to a dangerous glint in his eyes. It is indeed remarkable that he achieved in packing a bag of his own in just a matter of a few minutes in a strange house where he’s only spent a few days.
His wolf emits a low growl as he sees how steep the way down is. It’s nothing alarming or tricky for us, but his overprotective nature for his mate forces him to act irrational. If I was in my human body, I’d for sure glare at him incredulously. Still now, all I can do is turn and snarl at him. It’s just the last two hundred yards that need some caution. Who does he think I am? And how did I survive up to this age if I can’t even achieve something as simple as that?
Not paying any more heed to him and his silly worries, I rush all the way down to the beach. The urge to feel its white little pebbles burning under my toes grows bigger with each step. The relaxing sound of the soft waves washing over the shore, entraining the sand and small stones on its move echoes in the narrow empty inlet. Even a second of delay to jump in the crystal clear water once more appears too much of a wait. So I shift back midway on my run to the alluring light blue calmness, discarding my bag without a care in the world where it will land. All I crave at the moment is the refreshing cool sensation of the sea enveloping me as I dive in.
I take a long plunge and force my arms and legs to transport me as far as possible before resurfacing to draw a breath. The familiar burn in my lungs makes me feel alive. I push more and more till almost all oxygen seems to have left my body and I let the buoyancy lift me back up. After the straining dive, I take a moment to just float with my eyes closed, letting the sun bathe my torso. Before I can open them again, something blocks the sunlight and simultaneously fingers caress me, and I know he’s there, next to me.
“Keep them shut, my little rogue!” he says in a demanding yet playful tone, as he sees me ready to change position.
Even though my intention of bringing him here was not sexual or lust driven at all, it wouldn’t hurt to get some satisfaction, would it? So I obey his order. He hums in appreciation and goes on fondling my naked frame. Having marked him, all his desire floods our bond, like a clear projection in my mind.
Well, let’s make it a little spicy and see where it leads!
I pull my legs back down in the water, and turn to face him, while keeping my balance in the sea.
“Naughty rogue! Are you trying to get yourself punished?”
“What if I am? What would you do?” I say and dive under the surface again, sliding my body on his, not losing the connection, then slipping under him and swimming towards the shore at full speed.
The first sound my ears catch as I come up for air is his laugh, accompanied by the stable paddling of his hands, as he follows me. I’ve almost reached the strand when a strong jerk pulls my waist up and throws me back into the sea further inside, and I fall with a splash, sending waters flying up.
You want war, mate? Thus war you’ll have!
Even if you get the upper hand, I can still outsmart you in the water, because I may have grown stronger by throwing fireballs around lately, but I always believed I should be a siren instead of a wolf as a child! As expected, he returns to me and we fight some more by splashing in the shallows and bickering. The pattern is mainly him chasing me and me seeking to slip away, although with each of his attacks, my resolve to flee dwindles and the flames of the temptation to let him catch me rise higher. Our careless, playful small touches have turned me into a wanton kitten. A strong desire to allow him to take the lead overrides all logical thoughts.
On a turn to escape from him, I prove not fast enough and he captures my foot, pulling me to him. Before I even register what’s happening, I find myself under him at the edge of the water where the waves break, with him straddling me and my arms pinned above my head.
“Do you surrender, rogue? Or do I have to torture you to do it?”
Oh, that sinister voice and the mixture of our lusts through the bond… It drives me crazy!
“Uh, uh, uh… no you won’t close your legs, and I won’t allow you to rub yourself on me until you speak the words out loud!” he says, hovering over me, avoiding contact when I try to get it and still capturing me a hundred percent under his compelling frame.
I growl with helplessness, but I won’t let my pride ruin the perfect occasion, nor will I deny myself what I crave.
“I give up… Just don’t do that, my Alpha!”
“Is that a surrender or an order?” he laughs out loud, but the next moment he’s everywhere on me.
His hands fondle my breast. Our lips entwine in a desperate dance and our private parts unite in seconds. Neither of us can stand long. The extended play in the sea has left us both too much on edge. He enters me with a deep, fierce thrust that I meet half way, almost in desperation, and continues the same course; in a slow pace, but with profound and intense bangs. The combination of his brutal plunges, the gentle, cool waves of the salty water caressing our naked bodies, the fine little white pebbles that mirror the blinding, harsh light of the midday and the scorching hot rays of the sun is deranging. With each new thrust, my body inches up a bit, thanks to the punishing strength with which he rams his shaft into me. My climax takes me by surprise as it explodes inside me in a flash so quick that even I didn’t register. He picks up his tempo just a tad more after my orgasm, chasing his own release, which comes soon afterwards.
With a soft peck on my lips, he rolls us around and draws me to lie on his chest. Some moments like this, the contact between us grows. We rest in this position for a while, savoring the proximity and the happiness it brings.
“And now tell me…” he says and I turn to look at him with a slight surprise.
Well, I can’t pretend I brought him all the way here so that we can swim naked and fuck on the beach, no matter how cool all this was. I bite my lower lip, pondering on how to break it to him.
“I don’t intend to wait for the signal.”
His reaction would be more reserved if I told him the earth was round. He practically jumps up, causing me to fall from where I was nestled into the water, then pulls me up and hugs me close to him like a baby that almost drowned.
“Stop squeezing me as if I’m going to disappear, because I’m not taking off alone. You’re coming with me and we’re leaving right now, before it’s too late...”