“Ohgods!” she gasped as Luc held her hips tight to him. Pleasure burned through her brain and before it stopped, Luc came hard. His hands partially shifted and she felt the prick of claws across her hips as he buried himself deep inside.
“Arrrr,” he growled and then wrapped his arms tight around Meg. He held her close as the aftershocks rocked through them. He went to kiss her and realized his jaw had shifted just a bit too much. “Rrove youh soh muhhtch,” he said softly in her ear.
“I love you too,” Meg said kissing him.
Luc lifted her off of his lap and then the two of them snuggled into bed. He started to pull the sheets up over them and then shook. He shifted and as the bed groaned, the wolf wrapped himself around his mate. “Mine,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep. “Soft One safe, pups safe.”
*
The two wolves ran across the clearing chasing the rabbit. The smaller wolf darted left and cut off the rabbit’s escape. The larger one dashed around the sagebrush and with a snap of his jaws, caught the rabbit and snapped it’s neck. He ripped and shredded the rabbit as his mate padded up to where he had collapsed. He reached into the carcass and flipped the innards at her. She daintily ate the heart and liver. In a few minutes, all that was left of the rabbit were a few bones and scraps of fur.
The wolves loped down the hill towards the noise and smell of the buildings. Even this late at night, there were things moving in and around the buildings. He stopped and raised his head. Sniffing the air, he smelled rotten berries and meat. Growling softly, he turned towards his mate. She stopped and sniffed the air and then lowered herself to the ground in a crouch.
Out of the scrub oak came a bear. It was thin and it’s coat was ragged. Hibernation had ended too soon for this bear. He was on the prowl for a mid-winter snack. He too sniffed the air. Scenting the wolves, he headed back for the garbage bins that had tickled his nose earlier.
Running down a dry creek bed, the wolves stayed away from the bear. Back up into the hills for another run to the fence on the building they had jumped. He cleared it first and then his mate. He pawed at the lever style handle and the wolves entered the room.
She sniffed the room. Her tail wagged to show him that all was safe. Then she shifted.
“Oh that was a good run,” she said as she stretched. Looking down at her skin, she found a few new scratches and picked out a cactus spine or two. “Damn cactus.”
“Well, at least your nose didn’t hit it first,” said Patrick. He had shifted back and then locked the balcony door. He had headed for the bathroom after pulling the curtain closed.
“No, I just hit the damn thing with my hip. Need any help?” she asked as Patrick stood in the bathroom trying to pick the last spines out of his nose.
“Yes, can you get that one?” he asked pointing to a piece near his eye.
“Bend down,” she said.
Patrick sat on the edge of the bathtub and let Ginny poke and prod until she had the offending bit of plant life in her fingers. “There,” she said. “Now just enough time for a quick shower.”
Patrick picked her up as he stood and moved the both of them into the tub. Five minutes later and they were out of the shower and headed for bed. As they fell asleep, they shifted once more. Curled nose to tail, they dreamt of chasing rabbits.
*
Ginny was the first to wake as the sun streamed through the window. Patrick hadn’t pulled the curtains tight last night. She went to stretch and a heavy paw dropped across her shoulder. She tried to move it off, but he put it right back.
“Patrick, I need to get up,” she said softly.
The wolf growled as she moved his paw off again. Ginny tapped his nose with her finger. He blinked and woke up. Shaking his head, he looked at Ginny with a half grin o his face. “Come on, shift so we can get breakfast. Can’t you smell it?” she asked scooting out of bed before he could paw her again. She headed for the bathroom.
Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came back into the room. “Sorry about that Ginny. My other half is still really protective, and I guess it was just the strange smells that had him on edge,” he said apologetically.
“No worries. Just get dressed. That rabbit was a snack, and I’m starving,” she said looking around for her clothes.
“Okay,” said Patrick. He was in and out of the bathroom in a few minutes. He’d even brushed his hair and teeth.
“Damn, I knew I forgot something,” said Ginny as she smelled the toothpaste. Buttoning up her shirt, she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. It was bad form to smell of blood at breakfast, and her morning breath was nasty this morning. She grabbed the clog of hair out of the tub drain and then the two of them headed down for breakfast.
They followed their noses to the dining room which was off to the left of the check-in lobby. Seated around a few tables were other guests. Some looked and nodded hello’s as they entered. Others were engrossed in their food or the new on the TV.
Patrick was the first to lift off the covers on the chaffing dishes. To his delight there was bacon and ham in one section and sausages in another. The next one held eggs and the last one held pancakes. Syrup, salsa and shredded cheese were at the end of the table. On a separate table was yogurt, cereal, milk and fruit. Patrick and Ginny helped themselves to the meats and eggs. Ginny got one pancake as well. Each one was as big as a plate, and she figured she’d share it with Patrick.