The long silver car sped down the dark deserted country road, its headlights illuminating the dense forest as it slithered and wound like a snake to its destination. The occupants of the car sat quiet and still. Keelay, whose pale face rivaled the quarter moon, twisted her fingers and tugged at her skirt. Her head swam with doubts and questions. What the hell was going on? Why had she listened to Duncan, who was a stranger, and gotten into Jake, another stranger's care stranger? Why the hell was she feeling hurt and lonely just because Duncan had left her to go to his family? When had she become stalker material? She sighed and wished to God she hadn't gone out last night. But she didn't really mean it. If she hadn't gone out last night, she never would have met sweet, sexy, caring, kind, funny, honest Duncan Duncan who left her on her own with a stranger. Pig!
Jake watched Keelay as she sat silently looking out of the window. She was definitely gorgeous and Duncan was one lucky guy. It was every werewolf's hope that they found their true mate. Unfortunately most didn't and ended up either living half happy lives or alone. To a werewolf a true mate was better than a soul mate. Only their true mate, a mate to both their human and animal side, could tame the beast inside them, who always fought for freedom. A true mate combined both halves into a whole and brings inner peace to the werewolf. Duncan, the lucky bastard, wasn't even a quarter of the way through his life and he had already found his true mate!
Jake drove quietly to the cabin and after a while Keelay slept. Her head fell against the window and her dark hair covered her pixie face. Her long, silky legs were crossed at the knee and a lovely chunk of thigh and ass cheek was displayed. The silver band of the chain end glittered in the dark and her dainty little hands were tucked between her creamy thighs, leading his mind to imagine what she'd look like pleasuring herself with her little fingers in her panties. Jake envied Duncan with a passion. He wanted his true mate. Not for balance or peace of mind, but for proof. To prove that he was in fact a werewolf, like his family. Yes, Jake envied Duncan fiercely.
About an hour later, Jake pulled up to a small rustic cabin, nestled into forest edge. The light shone through the windows and Jake was glad to see his grandfather and his uncle standing in the sitting room. They would know what to do. Stopping the car, he turned to Keelay and touched her shoulder gently, calling her name. Even in her sleep she shied away from him, knowing he wasn't her mate. She stirred but didn't wake. He sighed and decided that it was probably best if she slept the rest of the night. It would mean no questions about Duncan or where he was. It would mean she was less likely to hear or see the werewolves in the surrounding woods.
Getting out of the car, Jake sighed and shuddered. The moon was beginning to rise and although he couldn't change, he still felt the pull. He might be a freak but wolf blood still ran in his veins. He rounded the car to Keelay's side and carefully opened the door, to ensure she didn't fall out in the process. Lifting her carefully in his arms, he made his way into the small house.
His Uncle Zack met him at the door and held it open for him. Unfortunately the small cabin only had one room, which he currently occupied and had slept in for the last two days. He always came to the cabin early, it gave him a break from the rat race and a chance to have some alone time. He moved with Keelay into the sitting room, laying her on the bed.
"Would she no be more comfortable in the bed Jake?" asked his Uncle.
"Aye, she would but I've been sleeping in it the last couple o' days and my scent is all over it. I don't think it would be wise to cover another man's mate with my scent, do you?"
"Good point!" he laughed. Although the idea itself was nothing to laugh about. Wolves are very territorial and even more so when it came to their mates. It one mate returned to the other with another wolfs scent on them then there would be trouble. "How was Duncan when you left him? "
"He looked like I was ripping his balls off. He was seriously mixed up. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for him to let me take her away." Jake admitted and Grandpa Drake and Uncle Zack nodded their heads in understanding. Both had mates so both could imagine what Duncan was going through. "I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up here looking for her." he warned.
"He willni. Liam, William and James are meetin' him on the other side of the forest." His grandmother, Aimee, had a house there.
Keelay stretched and yawned, turning on the couch. Her short skirt rode dangerously high on her legs and her top barely covered her stomach. Jake groaned and shifted so he wasn't looking at her. The sight of her lying there, spread out like an offering to the ancient Gods, was enough to make any man hard.
"She's a bonnie wee lass." remarked Uncle Zack. "My boy found himself a good lookin' girl. Just like his ol' man." he chuckled.
"She's way more than bonnie." Jake said quietly, but not quietly enough as Grandpa Drake heard.
"Jake! She belongs ta yur cousin! Dinni go gittin' any ideas." he warned.
"Jeesh Grandpa! I'm no that stupid." he complained as he straightened up and headed towards the kitchen, mumbling to himself about how only an idiot with a death wish would try it on with Keelay now.
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Duncan drove along the country road muttering to himself. He hated that he had to leave Keelay. Worse, he hated leaving her with Jake. She was his mate. His. He should be the one to care for her and protect her. Instead he was the one who she needed protection from.
His hands gripped the steering wheel and he gritted his teeth together. His wolf wanted out to hunt down his mate and fuck. The horny little mutt. He could feel the pull of the moon as it began to rise. He was never going to get to his Grandma's house in time but would have to fight off the change. He could do it. For Keelay, he would do it.
The stars glittered above him, the only witness to his inner battle as his mind slowly slipped from logical to predatory. He started to see the world in another light. Everything became sharper and his hearing more acute. His senses were always the first to change. His skin tingled and the hairs on his body rose, becoming a lot more sensitive. He wondered what it would feel like to have Keelay run her fingers lightly across the skin of his neck, to feel the sharp sting of her nails. Of course this line of thought lead to more explicit images.... Keelay kneeling in front of him, his cock sliding between her kiss swollen lips.... Keelay bending over, exposing her dripping pussy to his exploring hands and mouth. Keelay tight and warm around his cock as he pounded deep inside her....
"Fuck!" cursed Duncan as he swerved to avoid a fir tree. Thinking about her was not doing him any favors. Probably get him in trouble. Hs wolf growled in appreciation at the last image, burning in his mind. Keelay, bound and submissive, helpless to his desire.
He put his foot down hard on the accelerator, speeding around the blind curves of the bend. It had become a race now. Not to beat the moon, this had already started to rise. It had become a race to beat the wolf, as like the moon, his animal side was rising. The chains becoming weak as the beast got stronger. If he didn't get to his brothers before it broke free, it was anyone's guess what would happen.
"Only five more miles." he whispered into the silence. Five more miles. He could hold on until then. At least Keelay was safe, for that he was thankful. She would never see him lose control. See him turn into a mindless animal. She was with safe. With Jake. Safe and cozy in the cabin. Cozy with Jake. In a cabin. She was probably in bed by now. Tucked up warm. With JAKE!
