Escaping Death

Ace

Looking around the room I feel like an idiot for not recognizing the signs that she was going into heat. She’s arranged blankets and pillows from every one of the guys on my bed making herself a nest. The way she sought out someone to curl into every night, needing physical contact to soothe her. The writing was on the wall.

I hate that Hunter found out about us being mates this way. I’m desperate to talk to him and see where he is with all this, but my mate needs me first.

“Solana, I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” I purr for her, my chest rumbling softly urging her to settle down and relax.

“Ace,” she whimpers, “everything hurts.”

“I know,” I rake my fingers through her hair behind her head, “let’s take care of that.”

I bring her lips to mine, gripping tightly onto her hair and controlling our kiss. She moans into my mouth when my tongue sweeps across her lips pressing for entry. Her arms ensnare me around my neck, pressing our bodies together as if they could fuse together as one.

I have to remind my wolf, and myself, not to get swept up in the emotions of her heat. Instinct is going to drive me to cherish her, to mate her and mark her as mine. But my rational self needs to win out. This is not the life she wants…I’m not what she wants. I wish her staying wasn’t a recipe for disaster. For now I’ll concentrate on seeing her through her heat.

I divert away from her lips, kissing her cheeks, her jaw, and her neck while I work my shirt off over my head. I don’t want my lips off of her skin for long, she tastes so good and her warmth is addictive. My hands fall gently from her head to her ribs where I can rub my thumb along the side of her round breasts which are pressed flat against my chest.

Carefully I lay her down in the nest she made on my bed, having heard stories about how particular she-wolves get during their heat. I’ll admit I’m not the heat expert, I’ve never had sex with a woman who was going through it. Most of my one-offs have been with dragonesses or the occasional human.

And none of those experiences even come close to the simplest encounters with Sol. Just being near her, holding her, brings me more pleasure than the random women from over the years. And none of them have ever been as fiery.

I nestle myself between her legs, kneeling over her with my arms framing her body. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?” I say to her rhetorically, but she responds by thrusting her hips up and rubbing her center against the bulge in my pants. She does that twice more before I pin her hips down with mine and bring my mouth a breath away from the sensitive skin on the underside of her breast.

Her skin breaks out in gooseflesh and her nipples begin to harden into tempting little peaks. I marvel at how well her body responds to my proximity, how much she desires me and how good I can make her feel with the slightest of touches.

Her impatient growl amuses me. My little Sunshine doesn’t want to be caressed and teased, she wants me to stop dragging my lips softly across the skin of her firm, round breasts and take her nipple into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed when I finally give her what she wants, when I finally slick my tongue around her nipple before sucking it between my teeth.

Her hands snake their way down seeking out my cock, taking what her body needs to soothe the ache. She’s not the only one who’s aching. I’ve been painfully hard for days and I’m not going to risk teasing her in this state. No, I’ll give her what she wants, I’ll take what I’ve been craving.

She slips my pants and boxers down my hips then pushes them down to my knees with her heels, all the while maintaining a permanent grip on my length. Her thumb runs across the slit of my cock, but it’s the needy moan that barrels out of her throat when she sucks on the dew drop of precum she collected on the pad of her thumb that blows my eyes black and makes my wolf surge forward.

She writhes beneath me, looking for any friction at all. Her slick is running down her thighs, her core ready to be filled, to be placated. There’s no resistance as my cock inches into her warmth, filling and stretching her, making her eyes roll back and sobs of relief pour from her mouth.

Once I’m fully sheathed inside of her kneeling between her legs, I grip onto her waist and start pumping into her in short, quick bursts. Her perfect tits bounce in cadence with my thrusting and her arms go limp around her head. She takes everything I have to offer, every thrust, every growl, every slap to her plump ass.

I know I’m hitting a sweet spot when she sits propped up on her elbows, feet by my knees, and lifts her ass up so she can slam herself down onto me. She’s fucking me just as hard as I’m fucking her. It’s raw and wild and the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

That is until she uses her legs to roll me over and reverse our positions so she’s the one on top straddling my legs. Solana assumes control. She puts her hands on my chest and begins to bounce up and down on my rigid cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin competing with the sounds of her moaning and panting.

Then I feel it, the tell-tale sign of the point of no return. The guy she killed in the club and I have something in common – part of us is more beast than man. The base of my cock begins to swell up into a knot, if I’m not careful she could lock herself on me and be stretched like she’s never been stretched before.

Solana is stronger than she looks. I can’t sit up enough to overthrow her. I put my hands under her thighs to try to keep her from sinking all the way down my length but she’s not having it. She sinks all the way down on me and grinds her hips like she was born to ride me. My grip on her falters and I give in to the feeling of her pussy’s resistance against my knot.

Her moans get louder and louder as my knot continues to expand and stretch inside of her. It’s nearly locked into her making it difficult for her to bounce up and down, all she can do is grind against me. The way her pussy tugs on my cock pulls an uncensored groan from my chest. I can feel her pussy beginning to squeeze and contract around my cock. I grab her hips and grind her down hard, sending her over the edge.

She comes loudly, her pussy squeezing pulsing around the base of my cock prompting me to follow her into oblivion. I growl out my release, exploding into her. Each spurt of cum I shoot into her pussy soothes the ache and douses the flames of her heat. When her pussy finally stops contracting and she’s milked my cock dry, she collapses on my chest in a sweaty, sated heap and passes out overcome by exhaustion.

— — —

Hunter

The door shuts behind me with a deafening thud, but it feels tragically symbolic. Like it’s the closing of the chapter of my life when Sol was mine and mine alone.

She found her mate. Out of everyone on the planet it turns out to be a guy I consider a brother, my chosen Alpha.

And he hid that fact from me.

I can’t blame Sol for not telling me, but keeping secrets is against Ace’s own rule.

But I don’t want to dwell on that now, I can sense Sol almost as well as I can sense Ace through our pack bond and it’s making me anxious to get back to her. Once I go back there’s no way I’ll have the strength to leave again so I make the most of my time now. I grab a quick shower, a case of water, and a basket of easy snacks rich in nutrients and calories to see us all through her heat. From the way she consumed my dick earlier I doubt she’ll accept actual food, but it’s there in case she needs it.

I’m heading back up the stairs when I note that the growling and grunting has stopped, neither Solana nor Ace feel tense through our bond, the house is at peace. Standing in front of Ace’s door I’m beginning to get cold feet. Can I really handle seeing Solana with her mate? Will I really be able to give her what she needs and make her feel satisfied and safe? Is Ace going to claim her?

Is she going to let him?

I use the case of water in my hand to push the door open, then set the water and food down near the side of the bed for easy access. Solana looks spent – beautiful, but spent. She’s passed out asleep on top of Ace, her hair is still white and her tattoos and scars are still on display unadulterated.

There’s the scar on her calf from when someone dug an icepick into the back of her leg, the one on her shoulder blade from the first time I lost control of the urge to bite her, the way her left elbow is a little more prominent than the right because of how many times it’s been broken or dislocated. It’s the new scars on her that make my heart hurt – both the physical and the emotional.

How is she doing? I ask Ace.

Better, for now. Her heat won’t be over until tomorrow at the earliest, maybe longer.

I sit at his feet on the side of the bed hunched over so my forearms rest on my thighs and my clasped hands hang between my knees. There’s another question that I’m itching to ask, that I need the answer to so I can figure out if I need to let Sol go for the second time in my life.

Why didn’t you tell me? My pain bleeds into my tone.

He looks down at our sleeping beauty and traces small circles on her back with his fingertips. She asked me not to.

He says it like it’s that simple. I have a hard time believing that Mr. “Yes Alpha” followed Sol’s wishes on this.

She still loves you. He links to me while he looks down at her watching her sleep.

His tone is unreadable. Is he just trying to gauge my reaction or does this mean he’ll let her go if that’s what she wanted?

I turn to face them and begin rubbing the small of her back just beneath his hand as if to test the waters of how serious he is about me staying here and seeing her heat out. When he doesn’t so much as frown I shift closer and drop a kiss to the scar I left on her shoulder blade. She sighs happily in her sleep and hums softly just before a strained groan leaks from Ace’s chest.

My body goes still, I don’t need to provoke him any further, especially not with Solana still on top of him. As I wait for his next move I prepare to come to terms with the fact that Ace will never let her go. He can’t even handle me kissing her, how will he allow me to love her?

“You’re fine, Hunter,” Ace says, probably sensing my apprehension through our bond. “She liked that. She fucking squeezed the hell out of me when you kissed her.”

I lean down and kiss her scar again, working my way slowly up her neck, her cheek, and finally her lips. The taste of metal fills my mouth when she clamps down on my lower lip with her canines dropped. When I back away from her, she follows me, chasing my kiss and opening her eyes when she’s unsuccessful.

“Hey, Sunflow. Feeling better?” I reach down and grab a bottle of water, then twist off the cap and bring it to her lips. She recoils at first but I pin her with a stern look, “drink, Solana.” She follows my command by taking a brief sip before backing away from Ace, making him groan when she pulls off his shrinking knot.

I slide down so I’m kneeling on the floor and she’s sitting on the bed in front of me. The green flames of her eyes are still overtaken by blown pupils. She’s nowhere near done with her heat.

Ace doesn’t move even a fraction of an inch. He sits and watches comfortably from the head of the bed.

I throw her legs over my shoulders and dive down between her legs. She’s going to be aching when this is all done, and I’d like to try to mitigate some of it if I can. I lap at her folds, nipping and teasing her smoldering, sensitive skin. My tongue dips into her core tasting the combination of her and Ace.

I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of licking another man’s cum, but when it’s from Solana’s pussy? I’d never pass up an opportunity to feast on her. And she tastes as sweet as ever, even despite Ace’s notable presence.

She collapses against the bed the moment my tongue connects with her clit, arching her back off the bed and threading her fingers through my hair, keeping my mouth exactly where she wants it.

I feel my way up her body, finding her round, supple breasts and massaging them with my hands as my tongue massages her clit. She tries to buck away from my mouth when I suck hard on her bud but I hold her in place, forcing her to feel everything exactly as I’m giving it to her. Her orgasm is like a wave, she peaks fast and crashes hard, already ready for the next one to come along behind it.

This time, when I stand and align my cock with her soaked entrance Ace doesn’t just sit back and watch. He leans over her and captures her mouth with his, attenuating the moan she releases when I push into her.

That was just the beginning of what was a very long night. Ace and I fucked her in concert, taking turns servicing her needs, stimulating every part of her body at all times to help the embers of her heat burn out.

By sunrise the three of us crashed together, Solana facing me between Ace and me, all of our limbs entwined together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It feels surreal, like a dream, and I hope that the memories of this night aren’t washed away with the light of a new day.