It was Meg’s turn to moan. Luc’s mouth on her breasts felt so different. She felt like her nipples were hardwired to her clit and she felt herself begin to orgasm for the first time in ages.
Luc was enjoying her breasts when he heard her moan. He stopped. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” she said as she lay on the bed so that he could touch her as well as suckle.
Luc realized what was happening and obliged Meg. He sucked lightly and played with her clit. In a matter of moments, Meg felt that rush and arched off of the bed in orgasm.
“Oh…” she gasped.
Luc licked the last of the dripping milk from her breasts and then cuddled Meg close to him. It felt so good to hold his mate.
“That was unexpected,” said Meg.
Luc nodded and held her close. “Guess I’ll have to restrain myself,” he said.
“Huh?” asked Meg.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to starve the babies because I drank all their milk,” he teased.
Meg started to giggle and Luc joined in laughing.
*
A few hours later Luc had shifted around Meg and the babies. They had woken up soon after Meg had showered for the second time that night. She nursed them while Luc showered again as well. They had played and cuddled with their babies and then as they fell asleep, Luc shifted. Meg fell asleep almost as quickly as the babies.
Wolf looked at the three of them asleep. “Love pups. Love Soft One. So good to love. Pack,” he thought. “New pack, lots of pack. Good.” He put his head down next to Soft One’s and went to sleep.
***
The next morning, they broke camp early. Meg was so sore that she couldn’t even think about sex. Last night had been another romp that ended up with her eyes crossed and she swore for a moment that she even passed out. This morning, Luc had been rather wound up about getting camp broke and headed down the mountain. She figured she’d wait until they were on the trail before she asked.
“Hey Luc, why the hurry this morning?” she asked about ten minutes after they left camp.
“It’s gonna rain,” he said.
“It rained yesterday and you didn’t panic,” she said.
“I know, but this storm is a big one. We have two small river crossings to make and I don’t want to get cut off,” he said.
“Oh, okay. I was just confused and,” was as far as she got.
Luc stopped, turned around and put his hand under her chin to bring her eyes up to his. “Before you start wondering if this is how I blow off dates, don’t. You’re the first person I’ve been around in years that hasn’t freaked. I am not blowing you off, I just don’t want to drown.”
“Okay then, let’s go,” she said.
They got about a third of the way down the mountain when the rain hit. They threw their ponchos on, but it didn’t help. As Luc thought, the rain was not the easy gentle downpour of the day before. This was a vertical flood. Pretty soon, the trail was a small stream. They got to the first river crossing, and the water was higher, but not impassable. Luc helped Meg over and then they headed down the trail as fast as they could.
“Are we going to make it?” she called out over the noise of the rain.
“I think so. The water wasn’t too bad there. Just keep moving,” he said.
The rain got heavier. Thirty minutes later, they reached the next crossing. The water was lapping over the logs. Luc took off his pack and motioned for Meg to do the same.
“Why are we taking off our packs?” she asked.
“I’m going to toss them over and then we are crossing. If you go down, try to keep your head up. There are a lot of rocks right here that are hidden by the water,” he said.
Meg nodded. She watched as he seemed to grow taller and broader. He was shifting just a little, which she guessed would give him more muscle strength. Luc grabbed her pack first and lofted it over the river crossing. It landed a good twenty feet away from the other side. Then he grabbed his pack. It landed about ten feet away from the river.
“Wow!” Meg said.
“Yesh, Now chom ohn,” he said. “Hate trying to talk in this half form,” he thought.
Meg stepped out on the logs and stepped slowly across. Luc was right behind her. Step, slide. Step, slide. It was the longest fifteen feet in her life. Then the log slid out from under her. Meg was falling. The water sucked at her legs, pulling her in. Icy cold water flowed over her head and then pain as something snagged her arm. Gasping for breath, trying to figure which way was up, she struggled. She thought she could hear something, but it could only be the rushing waters in her ears. She tried to push her head towards where she thought the surface was. Then her head broke free of the water.
“Sthop fightn mhe!” Luc yelled. He was the sound Meg had heard, not the waters. He had grabbed her as she went under. “Mehg!” he hollered again.
Meg went limp. The next thing she felt was Luc pulling her up on the bank of the river. Half shifted, he looked like the movie werewolves from all the horror flicks. Part human, part wolf and huge. His clawed fingers had scratched her where he had grabbed her arm and torn though the material. He pulled her clear of the water and then picked her up like she weighed nothing. He didn’t stop until he reached his pack. Grabbing that, he continued on and as they passed her pack, he grabbed it too. Luc ran.
Meg began to shiver. She was soaked from the rain as well as the river. Luc was still carrying her and in that half shifted form. “Wwwherre are wwwe gggoing?” she stuttered.