“Yes,” said Patrick and soon the two wolves were running down the mountain.
At the back door of the B&B were a line of hooks. On the hooks were bathrobes. Angie had George put the hooks up when she realized that it would be easier on the shifters. Patrick and Ginny grabbed their robes and headed for their room. Anyone seeing them would assume they’d come from the hot tub George had installed on the deck outside.
They barely got in their room before Patrick pounced on Ginny. He pulled the collar of her bathrobe down so that her arms were pinned. Then he tossed her on the bed and began to nibble up her thighs.
“Ppppatrick, untangle me!” she said.
“No. I like you this way,” he said as he moved up her thigh. She tried to struggle and he grabbed her bathrobe tie and snugged it tighter. She was very snuggly pinned down. Then he went back to nibbling up her thigh until he reached her pussy. He licked and sucked at her lips, clit and the opening of her pussy until Ginny bounced on the bed in orgasm.
“Oh damn,” she gasped. “Patrick, let me up.”
“No, I’m really enjoying this. Maybe I ought to tie you up more often,” he said.
“Patrick, come on,” she said.
He ignored her and nipped her lips. She gasped. He repeated it and added a lick to her clit. Ginny squirmed. She also got wetter.
“You like this,” he said.
“What? No I don’t,” said Ginny.
Patrick laughed. “Your mouth says no, but this pussy says yes,” he said.
Ginny stopped protesting for a moment, and listened as Patrick ran his fingers in and out of her pussy. Then he held his dripping fingertips up for her to see. She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
“See, I didn’t lie,” said Patrick as he moved inbetween her legs and slid his cock into her pussy.
Ginny moaned. It always felt so good when they made love. She hadn’t realized what she was missing until Patrick showed up. The only lover she’d ever felt this good with had been Luc, and that had never felt right in her head. They had decided that business was more important than sex. However, with Patrick, it was the other way around. There were days when they were both late because they’d been making love until the wee hours of the morning. Even more embarrassing were the days the knot wouldn’t relax and they’d be stuck in bed when one of the kids knocked on the door. Ginny swore that ‘Solda or Bitty purposely sent the little ones to wake them up on days like that.
Patrick still didn’t untangle Ginny from her bathrobe. However, he leaned down and bit her nipple that peaked up out of the fabric.
“Ahhh!” gasped Ginny. The combination of pain and pleasure sometimes just did it for Ginny. That was another thing that Patrick brought to their sex lives. Neither one worried about breaking the other. Their wolfish side played in bed as much as they did.
Patrick pulled out, flipped Ginny over and drove back into her. As they both started to shift, he undid the tie of her bathrobe. He’d learned quickly not to destroy clothes. Especially Ginny’s clothes. That had been a very expensive lesson. Fun, but costly.
Ginny wiggled out of the bathrobe as best she could because Patrick didn’t stop. He leaned over her and bit the back of her neck. It sent shivers down her spine and they shifted all the way. Forelegs braced against her back legs gave him the leverage he needed. They exploded in orgasm and collapsed to the bed. Curled up tight to accommodate the knot, they went to sleep as the sun began to fill the room.
*
Wolf curled up around his mate. “Soft one sleep, pups no sleep,” he thought as he watched her belly move. Wolf put his nose on her belly and the pups kicked harder. He jerked his head back in surprise and lay back down next to his mate. He watched the pups play under her skin until he fell back to sleep.
*
On the other side of the world, Sam was relaxing under an umbrella reading the latest Peter Bowen mystery. She smiled at the waiter that brought another iced tea and sat it next to her. She’d had a lovely time swimming in the ocean and walking around the various markets. She still couldn’t believe that she was here in Fiji. At that moment, her hat blew off and she ran to catch it. The bandanna wrapped around the brim had been Buster’s. Sam had almost caught it when a tall slim man picked it up.
“Hey! That’s my hat. Would you give it back please?” she asked as she ran up to him.
“Oh, Ever so sorry, I just saw the hat blowing,” the man said. He looked at the hat and turned it so that it would sit correctly on the woman’s head. Then he lightly placed it on her head. “There you go ma’am.”
“Thanks,” said Sam and she walked back to her book.
The man went to rub his nose and the scent from the hat hit him. “Buster?” he thought. He watched the woman walk back to a sun chair and made a note of the hotel it was sponsored by. This was an unexpected mystery he needed to follow up.
***
Sam sat eating her dinner under an awning watching the sun set. She had just finished her salad when she heard someone come up beside her.
“Would you mind if I sat with you?” he asked.
Sam looked up to see the man who had rescued her hat from the wind. He was nice looking, and about her age. There was also something familiar about him that she just couldn’t put her finger on.
“No, not at all. Please join me,” she said. “I’m Sam.”
“Lewis. Nice to meet you,” he said.
“Thank you again for rescuing my hat this afternoon. Have to admit though that the damned bandana means more to me than the hat,” she said.
“Oh?” asked Lewis as the waiter brought him a dinner salad.
“It belonged to a dear friend of mine who passed a few months ago,” Sam said.
“I understand,” said Lewis. “Bloody hell! The old man must have been nearly 120!” he thought. “A lover?”
“No, just a very dear man who was rather misunderstood,” said Sam.