SIW Nick Whelan 06

Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan

Chapter Six : Getting together.

Entering his bedroom, Nick was fast to walk up to his bed, the sheets still a mess from their earlier shenanigans. He looked down at the woman in his arms and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. Placing one knee on the bed he very gently put Fran down and laid next to her.

Amazed with how she reacted to his revelation he just held her, caressing her back tenderly, enjoying Fran? body cradled next to his. Knowing what he was going to do, he knew he had to explain a few things first. Smiling inwardly he got excited because he was going to have a temporary bond with her. He rolled on his back, taking Fran with him.

"Let me tell you first what would happen with a true mating," he started. "We have to make love twice and have to prove dominance over each other and mark one another. Both times I have to be locked with you for it to stay, the mark that is."

"What you mean with locked?" Fran asked.

"When any kind of canine breeds they form a knot at the base of their penis. It's to make sure they impregnate the female. For us wolves it works more or less the same, only we have a little bit more control over it, unless our mate is in heat," he explained, "When we truly mate I can smell when you're in heat, your cycle will change a bit, female wolves go into heat about three, four times a year."

"Three, four times, I can live with that," she grinned.

"Don't laugh so fast, if I knot you during those times you'll be pregnant, you can be ninety-nine percent sure of that," he stated.

"Ooh," was her single reply to that.

"Yes, ooh. I don't mind having a few little pups of my own, but I'll leave it up to you. Anyways I'll continue. For a true mating to happen I have to make love to you and once I'm knotted I have to wait until we're both cumming, then I have to bite you, right here," he told her, then trailed one finger in the crook of her neck.

"Normally a scar like that would heal instantly for a werewolf, but only during a mating the scarring stays as proof of the bond," he continued, "After the initial bite, we'll have to do it all again, only this time you'll have to prove your dominance over me and bite me at the same spot, marking me as yours."

"How do you expect me to bite you? I don't have canines like you have," she pointed out.

"That's the small difference. A single bite will turn a human, the initial change happening rather fast. After I mark you, you'll need to rest for a bit, to let the change happen. It doesn't hurt, but you'll notice your senses becoming sharper and you'll feel the mating instinct a lot stronger. You'll feel the presence of your wolf once the initial change is done," he explained further.

"Will I be able to change straight away, like you did today?" she asked.

"Not immediately no, you'll have to wait till the next full moon before you'll be able to make a full transformation. After that you'll be able to change at will. When we're mating your primal instinct will help you when you have to mark me, you don't need a full change for that," he answered.

"Ok, think I get it, sounds a bit complicated, but I understand," she chuckled lightly. "Basically we make love two times, first time you bite me and second time I have to bite you when we're locked together."

"If you want the short version, yeah, that about sums it up," Nick agreed. "Once we're bonded we'll get a mental link as well. We'll always be in touch, no matter where the other is."

Straddling his hips, Fran sat up straight, tipping her head to one side and taking in the man trapped under her. Still overwhelmed by the events, she was surprised that despite everything she felt completely relaxed with Nick. Just being with him soothed her, even now knowing what he really was.

When he first transformed right in front of her she was shocked and perplexed. But he said he would never hurt her and he didn't, only making her feelings grow. Taking in the view in front of her Fran noticed Nick was studying her face intensely, as if he was trying to read her mind.

"Can you always read someone else mind?" she asked.

Nick lifted one eyebrow, his hands traveling up and down her legs.

"I never said I could read minds, I wish I could, like right now would be such a time," he answered, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. "What I meant was, after we're mated, we'll be linked, we'll feel each other's emotions, we will be able to exchange thoughts. That is only possible between mates. Only because I am an Alpha I can link to others when needed, but it's not a permanent thing. My link with you would be."

Traveling over his muscular chest with her fingers, she locked their eyes together.

"I bet you would want to know what I'm thinking right now," she teased, wiggling over his groin.

Grabbing her waist, he stilled her movements. Nick could feel his desire growing already.

"There is a way how I can let you experience part of a bonding, it will temporarily heighten your senses and you'll pick up part of the emotions, but there won't be a mental link," he told.

"So when you bite me I'll feel only a part of it?"

"No no, it doesn't work like that, remember, I said a single bite will turn you, there are no exceptions for that. The way for you to feel something similar means you'll have to take a bit of my blood." Watching her intensely, he saw her wrinkle up her nose. "Only a few drops will do, honey, and it will only last for an hour or two."

"Phew, for a moment I thought it would be something more severe, but I'm sure I can handle a couple of drops of blood," she relaxed again.

"Are you sure? I understand if you don't. I just want to show you as much as I can without making things permanent, I want you to be hundred percent sure," he wanted to make sure.

"Honestly I'm being so overwhelmed, I'm trying to give everything a place. For you these things seem normal, but they aren't to me," she started second guessing herself again.

"Fran, sweetheart, I know this is all a lot to take in and I won't hold it against you if you need a bit of time to adjust to all these new things." Pulling her down, he hugged her tenderly, his face buried in the crook of her neck. ? know I said I needed to show you what I felt, but the last thing I want is you getting scared or overwhelmed.

Nick turned them on their sides and cupped her face and studied it.

"I can see you aren't frightened but you got more questions. Why don't we take a quick nap and continue this conversation later? You can ask me anything you want to know and then we'll go from there," he offered her.

"Think I'd like that, Nick," she accepted, her body relaxing against his, the excited rush leaving her body.

Nick reached for the sheets and covered them, then he cuddled up again and held Fran tenderly.

Inwardly he was cursing himself, he had pushed her, he should have went slower. But the joy he felt that she was accepting him for what he was clouded his mind. His thoughts were going into overdrive, replaying the events of that morning. Nick realized he shouldn't have tried to let her go along, he was glad that for once her insecurity reared its ugly head. 

Fran relaxed against Nick's chest, her mind whirling around like a hurricane. She didn't feel pressured but she was glad Nick picked up her feelings to slow things down. She nestled herself closer to him after he had covered them with one of the tousled sheets on his bed.

Closing her eyes she breathed in his scent, wondering how it would be to feel what he felt, to be able to react on a single thought. She liked the idea. Letting their conversation pass again her focus started to slip and she drifted off to sleep.

She saw Nick sitting in the grass behind the mansion, his arms reached out. Following his look she saw a little boy, barely able to stand, wobble towards Nick's open arms. The little toddler looked like an exact replica of the man sitting down.

"Come on, Thomas, you can do it, Daddy's big boy can do this, only a few more steps," she heard him coax the little kid.

Seeing the toddler slowly and shakily making his way over, she could see the big smile across the beaming face, his big eyes focused on Nick, his daddy. Once the boy had reached the open arms, Nick lifted up his son and carefully lifted him up high then spinning them both around.

"You did it! You make Daddy so proud," she heard Nick say. "Come my little warrior, we'll have to go tell Mommy you took your first steps. I'm sure she'll be proud as well."

Watching him come up to her, she didn't know what to do, looking around quickly she noticed she was in his living room, but she picked up a few changes. Toys scattered all over the floor, a doll house placed in one corner of the room.

Coming up to her, he had the boy placed on one hip. He reached for her twin image, she only just noticed standing right next to her, with his free arm, nuzzling her neck.

"Hi, Mommy, did you see what this little warrior just did? He made his few tentative steps and he didn't fall once," he told her with much pride in his voice.

Not sure what to do, she decided to follow them. She listened to the easy conversation between what could be nothing else then her dream Nick and dream Fran and their dream family. She heard a car stop in front of the house, a door opening and closing and then someone running along the corridor.

"DADDY! You're home," she heard a girl screaming, then throwing herself at Nick, who quickly handed over the boy to Fran.

"Easy does it, you little vixen," he laughed, picking up the girl and twirling her around. Hugging her tightly he then planted a tender kiss on top of the little girl's head. "So how was school today, Sheridan?" he asked the girl who was a younger version of her mother, in looks and in spirit.

"It went fine, but uncle Merlin is being grumpy. I think auntie Lis is mad at him again," the little girl told him. "He kept mumbling the word 'hormones' all day long."

Nick looked at Fran.

"Could she be pregnant, again?" he "mentally" asked her.

"I don't know, I haven't spoken to her this week. She was fine the last time I saw her. She had dropped Dave off with her parents and she had the twins with her. I'm sure we'll know soon enough if it should be so. She'll need all the support we can give her then, well not really support, more like a catering service," she "mentally" replied to Nick.

Looking down on their daughter, Fran told her that things would be fine.

Nick and Fran started to walk out of the room, the little girl hopping in front of them. She wanted to follow them but the view started to blur then fade dark.

Her eyes shot open in surprise, she tried sitting up, but she was held back by two arms holding her down tightly against a warm chest. Taking in the strange room, she realized again where she was, relaxing back in the iron embrace Nick had her in.

Letting out a deep sigh, she tried to remember the dream she just had.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Nick asked, gently maneuvering her around so they were facing each other.

"Just a dream, it's fine, I'm fine. Just spooked myself waking up," she explained.

"It must have been something."

"Hmmm, I'm trying to remember it, I know it was about us, I was standing in the living room, watching outside," she started telling, propping herself up on his chest. "You were sitting out there in the garden, a little boy running up to you. Once inside, the elder sister came home from school. She said something that auntie Lis was mad at uncle Merlin and that because of that he was grumpy at school."

"It seems you had a prophecy dream," he told her, "Sometimes when future mates spend time together it can happen that either one has some kind of dream, showing their future. They don't occur that often, so they're cherished. Each dream we know of always turned out to be true." He was a bit surprised as well, those kinds of dreams were very rare, but they were never wrong. Suddenly he burst out laughing, making Fran look at him curiously.

"What is the inside joke? Care to let me in on it?" she asked, playfully poking him in the chest.

It took him a few moments to tone down his laughing but then he explained to her.

"As I just told you, the dream you had was a prophecy dream, they're very rare, but they always tell you the truth. I'm happy to hear we'll have two children one day, but what got to me was Merlin. He swore he would never fall for a woman again, but it seems Lis will prove to be his downfall," he explained. "I can't wait to see that happen," he chuckled lightly.

"Merlin as in the old wise Merlin you mentioned before?"

"The one and only," he replied.

"It seems I still have a lot to learn," she said, shaking her head, a smile on her face.

"Give it time and it will be all fine. But tell me this, you remember more about the kids?" he inquired.

"The boy was still a toddler, taking his first steps, you called him Thomas, he looked like a younger version of you. The girl came waltzing in like a whirlwind, she looked a lot like me, she seemed to be six or so, Sheridan was her name. She practically leaped on you from across the room, happy you were home. You asked her about her day at school, that's when she told about Lis and Merlin," she narrated her dream. "They started walking out of the room, I wanted to follow but everything turned black. I guess I woke up at that time, feeling a bit weird."

"Sheridan and Thomas," he let the names roll off his tongue, "They're nice names. A girl and a boy." Letting out a contented sigh, he hugged Fran close, "Thank you."

"Thank you, what for?" she asked.

"Thank you for the two wonderful kids you'll bring into this world someday. My deepest desire was finding my mate, second on the list was having kids, your dream just reassured me I will get those things," he confessed.

"So you're going from workaholic to family man just like that?"

"Things won't be easy, honey, I'll be honest about that. I'm not just Alpha to my own pack, I have more responsibilities. I'm also head of all the packs in this part of the world, which means when there are meetings I may have to travel from time to time. But I don't want to bombard you with all that right now, we have other things to focus on," he mischievously winked.

"Do we now?" she replied rather plainly, feigning disinterest in everything.

"Oh yes we do, knowing we'll have kids, just makes me want to take you for a practice run," he told her, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh really? You know it takes two to tango, maybe I'm not up for it," she said, pretending to get up.

Before she knew it Nick had her trapped under him, his legs pinning hers to the bed, her arms held together above her head.

"Lesson one: never make a wolf chase his mate, we only want you even more if you do, my sweet," he whispered.

Looking down he could see the sparks in her eyes and her feeble attempts not to burst out in laughter, traveling south he could see her hardening nipples. Letting out a small appreciative growl, he dropped his head to the top of the t-shirt he gave her earlier and ripped the top. Bringing one hand down he tore open the rest of the shirt and peeled it open, revealing her two pink nubs.

"Nick," she gasped, "Was that really necessary?"

"Lesson two: no clothes in my bed, I'll only shred them lovingly to have access to your gorgeous body," he stated, dipping his head and taking one nipple in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

The things he did with his tongue got her wet in no time and she kept wiggling under him, wanting more. When he came up she expected him to roughly kiss her, but instead he very tenderly brushed her lips, following the outlines before he covered them completely. Giving him access, their tongues touched and caressed each other, slow at first, their battle becoming more heated by the second.

They had to part to take in some precious air and Nick gave her a serious look.

"Do you want me to show you now?" he asked.

She knew right away what he was referring to and nodded affirmatively, she was sure, she already had her mind made up about that.

He braced himself on one arm and brought the other one up. Fran saw he had dropped his canines and he nipped his thumb with one of them, then they immediately disappeared again.

"A few drops are enough," he stated, bringing his thumb up to her mouth.

Opening her mouth, she sucked in his thumb, her tongue twirling around it in a seductive way. Each time she crossed the tip she could taste the coppery flavor of his blood. A few seconds later he removed his thumb, to give it a lick of his own, sealing the wound he had created.

"It only takes a few minutes, then you'll notice your senses being more accurate," he explained.

Closing her eyes, she waited for the effects to occur and true to his words she started to hear her own heartbeat. Somewhere nearby she could hear another beating sound going faster than her own. Reaching out, she placed her hand on his chest and it felt as if his heart was just hammering away just under the skin. She felt her desire grow tenfold, her eyes shot open at that sensation. A feeling of pure joy coming together with the desire she felt.

She could see the smile on his lips reaching his eyes, so she gathered she was picking up his emotions already.

"Are you ok?" Nick asked.

"I'm fine. This feeling, it? so ..." she hesitated, "I can't put words on it, but I'm sure I'm feeling yours, I can hear your heartbeat so loud and clear. It's amazing!"

She started to explore his chest again, feeling every light tremble he emanated. When she dipped her hand in his sweatpants and cupped his ass, she felt her emotions growing again. It wasn't the only thing growing, she noticed, when he pressed his groin snuggly between her thighs.

Lifting her head, she went for his neck, nibbling, licking and kissing him. He tasted so divine and his smell was just intoxicating. It made her feel like she wanted to jump him and ride him all day long. She could feel his chest shaking and she looked up.

"Honey, now you feel what I've been like since I sensed you that Friday night," he revealed.

"Is it like this ALL the time?" she asked in wonder.

"No, it depends on what we're doing, it goes along with our emotions. It won't stay so intense forever, but it will take some time to temper those feelings. I'm all for getting rid of them with some intense physical exercises till we're totally burned out," he replied.

He felt her passion flare up and he went back to his earlier ministrations, only now he cupped her breast first, squeezing it firmly, pointing her nipple upwards, making it easier for him to torment the little hard nub. Slowly he drew circles around it with his tongue, when he reached the tip he sucked it in his warm mouth.

Doing the same to her other nipple, had her writhing with pleasure. She could feel little butterflies throughout her entire body. Lacing her hands through his hair she held him close, but it wasn't for long when just his licking and sucking wasn't enough and her hips started to move against his groin, feeling his hard flesh rub against her covered pussy.

Nick released her nipple and let out a soft growl. Feeling the urgency of her desire, he scooted down and removed the shorts he'd given her earlier and dove in straight away. Her hands hadn't left his head and he felt her grip him tighter. Not wanting to waste time, he gently parted her labia and licked her from her clit all the way down and up again, staying around her clit.

Her scent was driving him mad with lust and he wanted to taste her, he wanted her sweet honey dripping from her moist center. Sucking her clit, he inserted one finger first and went for her tender spot, which he found after a few exploring strokes. Placing his other hand on her stomach, he immobilized her.

Nick saw her gripping the sheets and the wetness under his tongue and on his hand proved she was close. Slowly he inserted a second and a third finger, building up from a slow rhythm, he paid more attention to her clit now, exposing it from its protective hood. He sucked hard on it and flicked his tongue over it really fast.

He moved the hand on her stomach and reached for her heaving breast, trapping the nipple between his thumb and index finger, he pinched it gently in the same rhythm he was tormenting her clit. Then he heard her breathing stalling, just for a brief moment, one of the little things he picked up on that were a sign that she was about to lose control.

Inserting a fourth finger, he stepped up the pace, he waited a bit, keeping her just on that blissful moment of release. Then he pinched her nipple real hard while he also nipped at her clit, hard enough for her to feel it intensely. Moving his fingers as deep as he could, he rocked them back and forth. He had to fight the hold she had on his hair again, she was trying to pull him away, but he didn't give up, he wanted her to cum.

Then it was there, her pussy walls tightened up and milked his fingers, shallow breaths, her body shaking, her back lifted up in the throes of her passion. He released her nipple and went back to tenderly licking her clit and when he felt her settle down he gentled his strokes.

"Ready for more?" he tenderly asked a shallow breathing Fran, never stopping his gentle strokes on her outer pussy lips.

"More? I barely know who I am right now," she said with a contented smile on her face.

"I'll show you who you are and you won't forget it," he stated. "Turn around, get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. Let me show you how I'll make love to you for the rest of our lives."

"Rest of our lives, hé?" she countered him, her eyes sparkling. Slowly she turned around on her stomach, pulling up her knees and bracing herself on her elbows.

"Honey, I've found you after all this time, not a chance in hell that I will let you go that easily. Remember my sweet, we mate for life and I've been longing for you for so long. It would tear me apart if you would push me away now. I love you too much to let that happen," he passionately confessed.

He took in the beautiful view in front of him. Trailing his hand over her spine, he softly brushed her sides on his way down. When he went up again he followed her stomach and cupped one of her breasts. Only giving it a brief moment of attention he then moved in closer behind Fran, caressing her lovely bum. He could smell her excitement so clearly, so sweet and tempting.

Nick spread her legs a little and let his hand slide in, cupping her wet pussy lips. He could feel her passion flare up at his touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of being buried deep inside of her. Grabbing his cock, he guided it to her pussy but he didn't enter her. Teasing her, and tormenting himself, he stroked her pussy with the tip of it, coating it in her sweet juices.

"Nick, please, no more teasing, I want you in me, now!" she pleaded, pushing back at him.

Stopping her torment, he guided in the tip of his cock, moaning at the warm and snug fit from her pussy. Pushing steadily he buried his hard flesh completely, enjoying the warmth of her cavity. He pulled back a little and forward again, keeping up the small strokes until he felt her starting to squirm under him.

Nick's passion was rising as well and he could feel a familiar tingling in his groin, his balls tensing up. He could feel his knot starting to grow and he pushed in as far as he could. Keeping up the pressure, he heard Fran's breathing going up and her surprised gasp when she felt something larger trying to get access to her slippery passageway.

"Just relax, honey, it will fit, no worries," he reassured her.

Leaning back a little bit, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close to him. Keeping up the pressure he slowly rocked back and forth, bit by bit sliding his knot further into her moist core. Looking down he saw he was almost completely embedded and with one last push he slipped in the last bit.

"Are you ok?" he asked, taking a breather himself, wanting to prolong the passionate moment.

"I'm fine, that thing is huge but it feels so divine, it feels so full," she answered.

Tentatively he started to rock again with small strokes, his movements limited by his knot. He bent over her again, his hand covering her stomach and pressing her tightly against himself. His other arm he placed just above her shoulder, next to her face, he basically had her pinned now.

"Enjoy the ride, sweetie," he tenderly whispered in her ear before he lifted himself a little and started fucking her with short, hard strokes.

Fran let out a startled gasp at first, unfamiliar with the things he was letting her feel, but after a few strokes she was relishing in the new sensations and started to buck against him, shivering every time he pushed in deep. She felt his hand traveling lower toward her clit and expertly rubbing in time with his thrusting.

She could feel him starting to tense up, his thrust becoming harder, faster. She picked up on his feelings again and it felt as if they wrapped around her entire body, fueling her own passion even more. He was working her body with such abandon she had to lower and brace herself, accepting each hard stroke, but she was loving every second of it.

Suddenly she felt him shift their position. Nick wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up as he sat back on his haunches, her legs spread open widely next to his. One arm locked itself around her waist, the other embraced her shoulders, holding her tight to him. She was completely helpless now, only able to receive his hard flesh, time after time.

Because of the changed angle he put them in, he touched her sensitive spot in her pussy each time he pushed in. This was driving her mad with desire and had her balancing on the edge in a second.

Nick felt Fran was getting close and he wasn't far behind. Dropping one hand towards her pussy again, he stroked her clit a few times, feeling her tremble in his arms. He gave it one gentle pinch and that proved to be her undoing and she shattered all over him, tensing up her muscles, she went rigid.

Her inner walls were milking him and that was the last thing he could bear and he joined her in her blissful moment. He kept up his thrusting until she had milked him dry and he felt her relax only a little bit. Letting out a contented sigh, he nuzzled her neck, absorbing her sweet aroma.

"Fran, sweetheart, that was so good, it felt like heaven," he whispered.

"Hmmm, I never knew it could be so intense, think I can get used to that," she admitted.

"It only gets better. But let's rest a bit first," he suggested, pushing against her, to let her feel he was still locked with her. ?'ll need a bit of time before I can let you go."

"Does it take long?" she wondered.

"Depends on how good a girl you can be," he answered, holding back a laugh, "But let's get comfy first, staying like this won't do either of us any good."

He then laid them down on their sides, Fran held tight against his lap and chest.

"Though I have to admit, I don't mind staying locked like this for a while, you feel amazing around me, Fran," he confessed.

"I have to agree, it does feel amazing," she agreed.

She could feel every hard ridge on his knot that was still buried inside of her. It was a tight fit, but she had to admit it was the best feeling she ever had in her life. Knowing she could have this forever, eased her mind a bit, letting all other worries drift to the background a bit.

Fran felt another wave of passion wash over her and she noticed that the knot inside her didn't really become smaller, so she pushed back a little.

"Someone doesn't seem to agree to have a little rest, I think," she said.

"Oh baby, with you near me I'll never get enough of you," he agreed.

He turned them around, laying on his back, Fran sprawled over his front, still locked with him. Letting his hands travel over her breasts, he played a bit with her nipples, the sensations traveling straight towards her pussy. Gently he pushed her torso upwards.

"Honey, when I lift myself a bit, make yourself a little bit more comfortable," he told her.

She was sitting in his lap and was aware in this position they wouldn't be doing much. She saw Nick pulling up his legs and then lifting his pelvis, then she understood what he wanted her to do and she moved her legs around in a move that would make any acrobat proud. The end result was that Fran was straddling his groin now, able to brace herself on her arms, like a reverse cow-girl.

Unused to this position, she could feel him twitching deep inside of her, his hands slowly roaming over her back. When they neared her hips he locked them there and started to move her, his groin moving in tandem with hers.

"Ride me, baby," he whispered, "Ride me hard, I need to feel you."

She took over and started to move up and down as far as his knot allowed her to, with every downward thrust she made, she lingered a bit, making a circular movement, then lifting herself up again. Fran slipped one hand between their legs and gently cupped his balls, squeezing them one time, stroking them another time, each caress forcing passionate moans out of Nick's mouth.

"Don't stop, Fran, damn I'm so close," he grunted.

He braced himself on one arm, his other hand locking itself on Fran's shoulder and he took over their frantic lovemaking. Holding her still he started to thrust into her with small and hard moves, his balls still held tightly by Fran.

Their combined passionate feelings made it hard for either of them to hold on much longer. Held tightly Fran could only let Nick have his way, but she loved every second of it. She loved how he could be so tender one moment and be ruthless and hard the next. Toying with his balls, she felt them tightening up, his strokes so hard he had them both moving up and down.

"Mine!" he growled and with a fast turn he had her pinned underneath him again.

Grabbing her hips he started pounding her hard again, forcing moan after moan out of Fran's mouth.

"You're mine, all mine. Say it, Fran, tell me you're mine!" he instructed her.

"I'm yours, Nick," she managed to say in between thrusts, "All yours. Don't stop, don't ever stop making me feel like this," she finally said when a second later her inner walls tensed up, gripping his hard flesh. Burying her face in the pillow below her she screamed through her orgasm.

"That's it, sweetheart, let go, let me feel you cum all over me," he said, trying to last through her orgasm. He lasted only a little bit longer before he felt his seed coating her insides, their juices mixing together, blending together to form their unique aroma that wrapped around them both.

Gently he laid them down in the same position they were in before, spooned closely together. He brushed her hair away and nuzzled her neck, mentally patting himself he didn't lose himself completely and bite her when he just came inside of her. He just hoped she wouldn't take too long to fully accept their mating, but her acceptance of his dominance just now was reassuring him, he will have her. Finally he was somewhat able to soothe the wolf in him and he felt the first signs of his knot reducing in size.

A smile covered his lips when he noticed Fran was relaxing in his arms, he felt her heartbeat settling down and thump in a steady rhythm. She locked her arms over his and cuddled closer.

"At this rate I'll sleep half a day, you wore me out," she whispered.

"You rest, my sweet, I'm not letting you out of my sight yet, we're not done yet," he said with a mischievous grin on his face.

The rest of that afternoon he showed and proved to her time after time how much he wanted her and not once did she back away. When the evening started to fall and the moon was high up in the sky they ended up in the shower again, leisurely washing each other, massaging their well-used muscles.

"If we keep this up, we're never going to get out of here," Fran gasped when she felt his hands sneaking between her legs again.

"I can't help it, honey, I just can't get enough of you," came his husky reply.

Leaning against the shower wall she opened her legs, making it easier for him to caress her wet folds. She was exhausted but she couldn't deny him, it just felt too good. It didn't matter if he was gentle like now or when his dominance was more clear.

She knew she wanted to say something, but the second Nick had touched her, her brain melted, only able to feel his tender strokes, the small circles he was making around her clit. Within seconds he had her on the edge of yet another orgasm. Damn, that man can use his fingers she thought while she grabbed his shoulders and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

She knew the effect of his blood had worn off hours ago, but their continued intimacies of that morning and afternoon had made their bond stronger. Nuzzling his neck she breathed in his intoxicating scent, her tongue darting out to lick him.

Urging him on she bucked against his fingers which had found her wet cavity and leisurely were exploring it, finding the little treasure inside and focusing on that little sensitive spot. Her senses were being overloaded, the passion feeding her needs. Still it felt as if something was missing.

"Nick, I need more," she whimpered.

Covering her mouth, Nick stopped her pleas. He had a faint idea of what she wanted, but he wasn't going to bond them, not yet. Ravishing her warm mouth, he fought an intense battle with her tongue. Feeling her release come closer by the second, he quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his aching flesh and buried himself to the hilt in one swift move.

Wrapping her legs around him, she was still amazed at how easy she could take him. Slowly he started to rock back and forth, pulling back until only his tip remained inside of her, then pushing all the way in. Turning them around he braced himself against the shower walls.

"Ride me till you cum," he told her, while cupping her buttocks in his large hands, guiding her up and down his shaft.

Locking her arms around his neck Fran instinctively did what he asked. Tensing up her legs and with a little help from Nick's squeezing hands she kept up a slow rhythm. Her head fell back, the warm water cascading over her breasts, seemingly presenting themselves to Nick.

Looking at the luscious mounds in front of him, his gaze locked with her perky nipples. Water droplets were tempting him to suckle on the dark little nubbins. Bending his head to one side he licked and nipped one and repeated the same on the other one. He could feel the shivers traveling through her body when he did it, which made him continue doing the same over and over again.

Her moves were getting more frantic and needy by the second. Nick's attention on her breast were driving her closer to her orgasm, she already felt the familiar twitch inside of her. Suddenly Nick nipped hard at one of her nipples, that one move proving to be her undoing. Instinctively she impaled herself, wrapping her legs real tight around him. Not wanting to scream out loud she bit down on his neck.

"FRAN," Nick growled.

The bite she gave him made him join her in her release. Lost to his surroundings he kept pumping inside of her, right through her orgasm until she fell completely limp in his arms. After one last thrust he spurted the last of his seed in her slick folds.

Trying to catch his breath, he stretched out one hand trying to turn off the water, before he hugged Fran close to him and slid down the wall. She clung to him like a little monkey, unwilling to let him go. He removed a few wet strands of hair from her blushing face and tucked them behind her ears. She cuddled closer, resting her head on his shoulder again.

"Fran, darling, I don't know what came over you, but this was intense. When you bit me-" he started telling her.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to, you know, bite you," she softly tried to excuse herself.

"No, honey, it's fine," he countered her apology. "Never be sorry for anything we do together. I loved it and look," tilting his head, "You didn't break any skin. I'll be fine," he reassured her.

"I really don't know what came over me, I bit you before I even realized it," she tried to explain again.

Giving her a light nudge, he motioned her to straighten up a little. Gently he cradled her face in his big palms, locking eyes.

"Fran, I'll say it only once more, never be ashamed of doing something you want. I'm yours as you are mine and it's not uncommon for mates to bite each other in the heat of passion, we're reclaiming what is ours. I know we're not bonded yet, but that does not mean our souls aren't growing together, recognizing each other. You acted on instinct, one I very much liked. I may add and hope you will do again," he told her passionately then captured her lips in a kiss so sweet and light it made Fran shiver in delight.

"Come, let us get out of the shower, before we turn into complete prunes," Nick said after releasing her cherry lips.

"I'm not sure I can walk yet," she whispered.

"Ok, ok, I get the message," he said laughingly. "I'll be your slave for five minutes longer and carry you to the bedroom, but that is it. If you want more I'll be asking for payment in kind. I'll promise you, we won't leave this room for a while longer then."

Carefully he stood up and carried her to the bedroom, grabbing two of the larger towels he placed on the bathroom sink before they started the shower. He stood still before his bed, Fran still wrapped around him.

"You can let go now," he told her.

"I don't want to," she sulked.

"How are we going to dry ourselves then and get dressed again?" he asked.

"Dressed, for what?" she countered his question.

"Well for going out, we need something to eat," he explained.

"Can't we plunder the kitchen for food?" she whispered in the crook of his neck, "Then come back here?"

"I know what you're trying to do, vixen," he chuckled, "But even though I can make a mean breakfast, I never cater for dinner. I always go to one of the pack's restaurants. It's a habit, but I like it, it helps staying in touch with the pack members and it reassures them that I'm around."

"If you put it like that," she relented.

Releasing the firm grip she had on his hips, she sought the floor with her feet and slowly let herself glide down his front, eliciting soft moans from Nick. Suddenly a minor detail struck her, Nick had ripped her thong not so long ago, she hadn't any underwear to put on, only her red dress.

"Nick, I hope you plan on stopping by my place before we go get a bite to eat, right?" she asked.

"What for? Your dress is still fine, I hung it up before, figuring you wouldn't want too many wrinkles in it," he replied.

"The dress isn't the issue, but what I normally wear under it is. You ripped my panties, remember?" she told him feverishly.

"Oh," was his one syllable reply.

"Yes, oh. So would you mind driving by my place first before we go out again?" she asked again.

"If you insist, sure, but don't on my account, I kinda like the idea of having easy access," he said, his brow moving up and down, mischief written all over his face.

"Nick, seriously, is that the only thing you think about? How typically male of you!" she blurted out, turning around to the bed to grab one of the towels and set to drape it around her.

Quickly he pinned her between him and the bed, bending her over slightly.

"I didn't hear you complain yet about my typical male behavior, my little vixen, but if you must, we'll swing by your place before we go grab a bite to eat," he said in mock defeat.

Reluctantly he released her and took the other towel. Eyeing her intensely he quickly dried himself and then helped her, though he had to dodge a few slaps because Fran was dead set on finishing that task on her own.

She disappeared in the bathroom again to try and make her long hair look decent, on her way there she took her dress Nick had hung up before.

"You better hurry up Nick," she teasingly said, "It seems with only this dress I'll be ready in a few minutes and I'm actually rather hungry."

"I'm hungry as well, sadly what I want on my plate isn't served in a restaurant," he tempted her.

Walking towards his dresser he quickly gathered some clothes, black as usual. He was just lacing up his last boot when Fran entered the bedroom again. His footwear quickly forgotten he stared at her. He already had seen her in the dress and less, but she still looked stunning.

Her hair was up in a bun, held together by one of his own strings he liked to use to tame his own locks. It showed the nice curve of her neck and he had to resist the urge to just grab her and start making love to her all over again. Shaking his head he tried to focus on his boot again and finished lacing it. Quickly he then made his way to the bathroom, a soft growl escaping his throat when he passed her and smelled her tempting aroma. That woman is gonna be the death of me someday!

Placing his hands on the sink he took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself a little. Nick couldn't help it, but when she was near all he wanted to do was love her every way possible and after doing just that for the better part of the day didn't lessen that urgent feeling. Grabbing a comb he sorted his locks and tied them low in his neck before he exited the bathroom again.

"Let's go," he abruptly said, "Because if we don't leave right now, we're not going anywhere. You're too tempting, sweetheart," he added in a more gentle tone.

"And you're not?" she seductively said, one hand placed on her hip.

Before she knew it he had her trapped against the wall and was devouring her lips, his tongue attacking hers. When he came up for air he cupped her face and looked right into her lust filled eyes.

"You're this close," his thumb and index finger almost pressed together in front of her, "To being thrown on that bed again. So you better get your pretty ass moving, vixen," he whispered passionately then took a step back.

Swiftly she escaped and made her way to the hallway, Nick close behind her. He grabbed a set of keys from one of the little side tables and opened his front door, holding out an arm motioning her to go first. They still had to pass the communal hallway of the house, but Fran saw three little pups blocking their way out.

They were sitting next to each other, one was completely black, another had a beautiful rusty color but the third one just looked comical. The third pup had patches of different colors all over and it seemed like it was wearing white socks.

"Let me guess," she said while looking at them curiously, "These are the infamous triplets?"

She could see their tails waggling like mad, as if they were trying very hard not to jump her, their eyes focused on Nick, their Alpha. He gave them a little nod, knowing their departure would be postponed for at least fifteen minutes.

"Brace yourself, honey, you're in for the cuddles of a lifetime," he warned her.

Those words hadn't left his mouth for a second when all three leaped at her, fighting each other to get her attention. Dropping to her knees Fran tried to divide her attention but was soon convinced that was an impossible task.

"Stop it!" she said firmly, startling the pups. "I don't mind cuddles, but not this way. Now come and sit here, you little rascals," patting the floor in front of her, "And I'll cuddle you all one by one," she added in a soft tone.

"What are their names, Nick?" she asked. "I got a feeling I'll be seeing these more often so I might as well get them right."

"The black one is Damon, the little redhead is Robin, she's a feisty one. Last one is William, but he answers to Bill. As I've told you, they're little daredevils. I'm surprised they actually listened to you," he admitted.

Reaching out she gently patted Damon, who eagerly pushed against her hand for more. She did the same with Robin but when she moved towards Bill she couldn't resist the sincere puppy eye look he had on his face. Patting her lap he jumped on it with a graceful jump and started licking her cheeks.

"Looks like you've been adopted, sweetheart," Nick chuckled, "There is no way I can let you go now."

After a few more minutes she realized they had to make a move on and she gently placed Bill back on the floor next to his brother and sister.

"Now behave you little rascals and maybe I'll come back to play," she told the triplets.

Holding out his hand, Nick helped her get up again. Off you go now, you all had your fun now, back to mom and dad, he mentally told the pups. In a whirlwind of fur, whimpers and high pitched barks they stormed off to a slightly opened door and disappeared, leaving a calm silence behind.

"They're cute," Fran said.

"You say that now, wait until you get to know them better, you ain't seen nothing yet. Those three," he shook his head, "We're gonna have our hands full with them," he spoke softly.

He grabbed Fran's hand and led her outside. Enjoying the surroundings they made their way towards Nick? barn annex garage. Opening the doors he went inside to get the car after he had asked Fran to close the barn doors.

Looking in the rear view mirror he watched as Fran closed the doors, turned and made her way to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Let's go," she said, "I'm really starving now."

"Straight to the restaurant?" he hopefully asked.

"I'm not that hungry, so please, my flat first, then dinner," she told him firmly.

Accepting his crushed hope, he made his way towards the main road and drove to her flat.