Just a Rogue

Corinne

Where am I? When I open my eyes, light is filtering through the basement window high on the wall like usual, but it looks different. My gaze shifts around, confused. The window is different, the room is much darker, the bed is…

Oh. The bed is not even here. I’m in the cave, not at the packhouse. Right.

I sit up on the blanket, on the hard cave floor, and look around. This is exactly what I wanted, exactly what I signed up for. Yet, my heart sinks to realize where I am and what I am doing. And what is about to happen.

The dark, empty cave seems simultaneously stifling and cold and creepy, and I move quickly to the entrance, duck out past the bushes at the entrance, and stand. Looking around, I see nobody nearby, no hint that the rogues are returning. Early morning birds are starting to chirp in the trees overhead as the sky lightens from gray to a pale blue, a touch of the sun just hinting of its arrival in the east. I have to pee, and I move away from the front of the cave, back to the side of the hill to do it. I set up those webcams last night, and don’t particularly want everyone in the pack to watch me squatting out here.

Afterwards I take the easiest route up the hill, quickly check to make sure that the webcam is still here in its protective cover, then just sit down on the granite surface. It’s so quiet here, so peaceful. Last night I decided that I would spend this morning tidying the cave. When I ran away it was from this cave, and from the looks of it they left very quickly. Everything is more disordered than usual. I don’t want to be idle while I wait, so I plan to organize and clean everything.

For now, though, I just want to watch the sunrise. I turn my eyes to the glowing sky shining out through the branches of the spruce forest.

Amelia

I had gotten so used to unlocking Corinne’s room first thing in the morning that it feels very strange to wake up and know that I needn’t do that today.

It’s starting to grow just a little light outside, but the sun isn’t up yet. Dom is still asleep, breathing deeply next to me, and I roll over to face him. He’s laying on his back, probably still tired from our long day yesterday. It was extended significantly after we finally went to bed, where we must have spent hours boinking. Mmmmm. I don’t think I will ever feel like I have had enough of him. I was a bit sore in the lady parts last night when I went to sleep after all the enthusiastic activity, but I feel fine now. Another advantage of wolf healing, I think.

I watch him sleep, adoring everything about him. He’s got a little growth of stubble on his beautiful mahogany skin, and I resist reaching out to stroke my fingers across his sharp jawline, or his wonderful full lips, or his softly closed eyelids. My love for him is so overwhelming.

I see eye movement behind his lids, and I know he’s dreaming. I wonder what about?

Oh!

I know what he’s dreaming about! He hasn’t moved, but I suddenly feel him, something pressing against my lady parts, and I realize what it is. His tongue, slurping over me, and what feels like a finger penetrating me, and I am suddenly on fire with passion to match his. I tense up, feeling him all over me, feeling helpless in the iron grasp of his arms around my hips as his mouth attacks me, and I already feel like coming.

Oh yeah?

Neither of us have moved, much. He is starting to twist a little in his sleep, and I am panting and tensing up. This dream mate bond is wild.

Well, I’m not in a car away from him this time. I sit up, still feeling his delicious assault, and gently lift the covers away from him. He is so hard, his dick sticking up, just inviting me to do to him what he is doing to me.

I quickly lean down, and hear him gasp out when I slam my mouth down over him. I feel when he wakes up and the sensation of his mouth on me ends, but he immediately groans and grabs my hair.

I spend a few minutes sucking him, moving my head up and down, my hands everywhere my mouth can’t reach, while he throws his head back and moans in ecstasy. When he gasps desperately, “Amelia!” I clamber on top of him and pull him inside, and he starts thrusting upwards, and I fall down on his chest to cling to him, and we are lost in the pleasure together.

Dominic

Oh my god it is happening again! I am with Amelia, diving into her pussy with my entire face, eating her like I am starving, licking and sucking everywhere while she writhes and screams my name.

Then suddenly her mouth is on me too, and it wakes me up, and my dream has come true again! There is no more thinking for a long time. You would have thought that after several hours last night we’d have had enough but nope! Here we are again first thing in the morning fucking like crazed weasels, and I love every second of it.

We finally drop back down onto the bed together, exhausted and sweaty and thoroughly drained, collapsing into each other’s arms. This is definitely how I want to die. I want her to sex me to death. So perfect.

I hear her panting, trying to catch her breath, and when she finally can speak just a little, she asks, “‘Crazed weasels’? Is that what I heard you thinking?”

“Ha! Spying on me again, Impossible Girl?”

“You started it. I can’t help it if you’re broadcasting your dreams and thoughts so loud that there’s no way not to hear.”

My hand is moving across her sexy torso, smoothing over her rounded hip and flat stomach and slender thigh, back and forth. I never want to stop touching her. “I guess we’ve confirmed that our rule about not sleeping alone is necessary.”

She laughs. “No kidding. I could actually feel your tongue right up in my….” She pauses, while I feel my dick growing hard again just thinking about it, before she goes on. “Hold on a minute, I meant to recreate that moment, and we didn’t get around to it!”

“How unfair of me,” I admit, chuckling, “I’ll have to take care of that right now.”

She glances at the clock. I know we have to be upstairs soon. “How about in the shower?” she suggests.

Oh, god yes.

Evan

I don’t go on shift until after breakfast, but I’m up way before sunrise. My eyes are immediately open, wide awake, focused on what is happening today.

I hope Corinne is okay. I hope she isn’t cold or uncomfortable or hungry or scared. I hope she slept enough. I hope she changes her mind and comes back. I hope the rogues never come. I hope I get the chance to tell her I love her.

I give up on waiting, throw some clothes on and go downstairs. Two Dark Woods pack members are in the conference room, the overnight shift finishing up soon.

Amelia has gotten everyone sorted into six hour shifts, for two main assignments. The monitors in here will be watched 24 hours a day. The drones will be sent up during daylight hours - the first shift should be heading out to the trailhead parking lot shortly, to be there when there is enough light to operate. We’ll keep the drones overhead but not too close to the cave, to observe the area, get a hint of when the rogues arrive and what their activities are.

Luke and Chris, my fellow pack members, look up at me when I walk in the door. Strange how I’ve spent very little time with them since we all got here to River Moon. I used to hang out with them often at Dark Woods, but I’ve been occupied with other things since we got here. I honestly don’t even know what they’ve been working on, but obviously they’re on Amelia’s charts. Just about everybody who is here from our pack, and everyone available from River Moon, is taking part.

“How’s it going?” I ask.

Luke says, “Quiet. Nothing outside, except we saw some wildlife on the webcams. Coyotes, owls.”

“Anything from Corinne?” I’m almost desperate for details about her.

“We could hear her moving around the cave a little, otherwise I think she just slept.”

As we are speaking, though, rustling sounds come through the microphone feeds. Corrine must be awake, getting up in the cave. I eagerly watch the webcam view from the tree, the one facing the cave, as the increasing light from the coming sunrise makes the scene clearer.

In a few minutes, I am rewarded. I see her slip out from underneath the brush in front of the cave, stand up and look around herself. Then she walks out of view, and I wait for her to return. But instead of going back into the hole, she appears climbing up the side of the rockface, and in a couple of minutes settles down on top, facing us.

Facing me. She is too far away to really see her features, but I can imagine them perfectly well. She gazes straight towards the camera, as the sun is just beginning to cast its rays over the scene, her face bathed in the pink glow of dawn. I can picture her beautiful gray eyes with the sunrise reflected in them, and can imagine kissing her good morning.

“Seems like she just wants to watch the sunrise,” Chris comments.

“She looks okay,” Luke adds, “that’s good.”

“Um, hey, Ev, are you going to be in here?” Luke asks. “I’m starving. Would you mind staying and minding the monitors while we grab some breakfast?”

“Not at all,” I tell him, my eyes not moving from the screen, absorbed in the view of my love gazing back at me. Can she feel that I am watching her? Is she thinking of me?

I barely even notice when they leave the room.