Chapter 28
Despite all Reyland’s efforts to keep an open mind, to accept that the she-wolf on top of him did not know what she was doing, his mind was losing the battle to the supple skin pressing and rubbing against his prone body.
He had never been this close to anyone in his life, let alone a full-flesh female.
Not only was his temperature rising, but his pole, with her leg against it, was also starting to rise.
She shifted her left leg against the mounting pressure, rubbing against him, and this time, Reyland could not hold back.
He moved, attempting to roll her off him, but she clung to him, one hand grabbing his left breast, while the other, under his right arm squeezed his fleshy side.
He groaned, grimacing as her rough palm grazed his nipple.
He bit his lip to hold back his voice, breaking the skin inside his mouth.
He struggled underneath her as he felt her warm breath on his ear again, his pupils dilating.
“Where are you going? I thought you were warming me up?” Marian whispered coyly.
“What are you –”
The scent of the blood in his mouth caused Marian’s half-closed eyes to pop open.
She moved like a calf seeking its mother’s milk, sliding up Reyland, but not releasing any parts of him she was holding.
Her leg now rested firmly against his growing member, but Marian appeared not to be aware.
She stared into his shaking eyes and kissed him like she had at the mistletoe party.
Reyland closed his eyes as her tongue invaded, seeking searching, licking the blood from his cut lip.
She attempted to suck on the wound but Reyland snapped his head away, breathing heavily as she leaned on him.
“Where’s your wolf?” Reyland rasped, breathing roughly against her cheek as her lips hovered over his ear.
“What do you mean?” She breathed, staring at his side profile, her eyes drawn to his lashes.
Reyland swallowed, his face still turned away from the wolf lying on top of him.
He groaned as her weight pushed the air out of his lungs and pressed his intestines.
“Ma-rian. Please…off me,” he rasped.
Her wet eyes narrowed as she stared down at his reddening face.
“What do you mean? What do you know about my wolf?” She stressed, not moving an inch from him.
Her green eyes searched his face as he struggled for air.
He pushed at her, but she moved both hands to his bare chest, her palms flat on his breasts as she raised her body up, sliding her lower half to rest flat against his lower belly, her legs resting each one against each of his.
His breath caught in his chest as she rested her full weight on him and his rod found its place. Pressing against Marian’s damp, heavy pants, knowing exactly where it was supposed to go.
“Please…” he wheezed.
“I..can’t…breathe!” He pleaded, as his vision began to blur.
Marian jerked back, “Oh!” she exclaimed sliding down, and brushing against his lower half. This time, she felt him. All of him.
Marian’s eyes moved down, and her mind flashed on his naked body as he prepared to jump into the lake. Her eyes widened as it moved, growing larger as she stared.
Reyland sat up, inhaling deeply and gasping for oxygen. His eyes moved to where hers had fixed themselves and he immediately struggled up, moving away from her.
Her eyes followed him, still focused between his legs.
He turned to the side and her eyes moved to his face.
His face was fully red now.
“Sorry. Sorry about that.” He stammered, his sapphire eyes darting everywhere except where Marian knelt on the forest floor.
“It’s…it’s the cold, and…it’s my fault. Really. Sorry…” Reyland continued, his hands between his legs, his body turned away from her.
Once again, Marian either could not hear him or was not listening.
Her heart raced and a heat that no amount of warmed palms and arm rubbing could have given her spread from her neck to her head, and then down her spine to her stomach.
Oh goddess, what was I doing? She jumped in her mind as she tore her eyes away from the nervous man before her.
His red face was gradually turning pale as he struggled with the growth between his legs.
I AM losing it! She cried in her mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut, tightly and forced a smile to her lips. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at the shirking giant.
“Rey,” she said, reaching a hand out to him.
She suddenly looked down at herself and gasped.
“Ah!” She said huskily as she unconsciously mimicked Reyland’s movements with his protrusion.
She moved her hands over her breasts, her head swiveling left to right as she searched for her top, glancing anywhere but at Reyland, backing away from him on her knees.
“The-There! Take mine. Yours is wet.” Reyland stammered urgently, after watching Marian’s reddening face and frantic eyes for a beat, and feeling a light twist in his stomach.
Marian glanced up at him.
“Th-there, behind you. I spread it out to dry.” He finished quietly, using his cleft chin to indicate where the item was.
Marian nodded, her eyes wet with tears that did not fall, her jaw clenched tightly.
She wiped her face with the back of her hands as she shifted backward on her knees, reaching behind her, her head bowed, not looking at him.
Her fingers found the material.
She dragged the shirt to her. Half turning, she put it on. It covered her to her knees.
“Thank…thank you.” She remarked hesitantly, her face still burning.
What was I doing just now?
What have I been doing?
Marian pondered as she stared at her freezing hands.
Was I kissing him?
Again?
After what I just told Dax!
He’ll kill me!
He’s going to kill me!
All the cold had left her, but her legs were numb. She had tried to stand earlier but had found it difficult.
She looked down.
Seeing her trousers were still on her, her mind calmed.
Still on. I’m not naked.
She thought and flushed again, rubbing her freezing thighs.