Dear Readers,
Here is the second installment. I hope you enjoy it.
KemMyst
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Lyssa kept going over her notes, trying to figure out what should be done first to protect the packs.
Everything she read led to something else, even things she hadn't originally considered, like the legends of lycanthropy and how it spread. Silver bullets.
The other thing was trying to figure out how people would react. In the wake of the Twilight series and other recent works of fiction, vampires and werewolves were popular. How could she use that to their favor?
As she got more involved in her research and preparations the Alphas saw the time it was beginning to take and relieved her of her of her duties at the warehouse.
She was a little dismayed by that, like they were thinking she wasn't capable of doing both. Emmett found her napping at the desk a couple of times so she had to concede the fact.
Because she started hogging the computer in their suite, another desk was brought in and Ross set up a computer for her. It was only when she began noting some more specific things that she started worrying about the possibility of the computer being hacked. And, while she did need to access the internet, she also needed to keep some things she was working on very private. Nothing was stored in the cloud. The most sensitive things went on a thumb drive.
She couldn't always focus on one thing so initial work was rather haphazard.
Things like dogs and cats inheriting property when their owners passed away. Genome sequencing for people, plants, animals. Drug testing of athletes. Establishing birthplace and inheritance.
Emmett pulled her away from the computer and she protested briefly. "You won't figure everything out in a couple of days, sweetheart."
Lyssa sighed and snuggled up against him on the couch.
They watched Big Bang Theory and then Emmett switched to a documentary on whales. She was sitting there, with his arm around her, leaning against him. About half an hour into the show she sat upright suddenly.
"Lys?"
"I need a camera. A video camera."
"For what?"
"So we can show them what we are. That we aren't bloodthirsty animals."
"We'll discuss it with the Alphas in the morning."
They watched the show for a bit longer and he felt her relax against him, felt the yawn she tried to stifle. He squeezed her, lightly, and quietly said, "Sleep if you're tired, sweetheart."
"I wanna see this thing about the blue whales."
She ended up missing it and was snoring lightly as he lifted her. He turned off the lights and placed her on the bed. She grumbled as he stripped her and she sighed when he kissed her belly, "Good night, little man," he whispered. She rolled onto her side as he pulled off the sweatpants and rolled up behind her.
He heard noises coming from the room next door but she was oblivious.
Madeline had chased her mate around the room. As he passed the seating area, she ran up on the couch and leapt onto his back. "Gotcha. Now, pay up."
Grabbing an arm, he hauled her around his body. "Where would you like me to start?"
With a gleam in her lavender eyes, she said, "At the bottom." She grabbed the hair on the back of his head in both fists and held him still while she kissed him. The kiss was forceful, passionate, tongues twisting, and she pulled away with a satisfied grin.
His growl was feral, his grin the same, "Alright, Blossom, get on the bed."
She slid down his body, coming to her knees on the floor in front of him. He groaned as she rubbed her cheek against the bulge in the front of his shorts.
Suddenly, she released him, moving backward. As the back of her legs hit the bed, she stood still. Small hands came up and she unbuttoned her shirt. He watched, growling quietly as her small breasts were revealed. The aureolas were fairly dark, and large. Her arms went back and the blouse slid down her arms to drape off the side of the bed.
Her hands came back up, to her throat, and slid down, knuckles tracing the outside of her breasts. Her thumbs then slid into the waistband of her skirt, and his growl increased in volume.
One button, a zipper, and she wiggled it off her hips. The material puddled to her feet and he found that she had shaved. As he started forward she put out a hand to stop him. "Not yet, Erich."
He swallowed and breathed quickly, not quite panting, and looked at her.
She licked her lips and looked at him in appreciation. He had a broad, muscular chest with a sprinkling of hair between his nipples, a smallish waist. A line of hair disappeared beneath his waistband, leading to a decided bulge. She licked her lips again and dragged her eyes up to his shoulders. Strange as some thought it, she loved a good set of shoulders. And there was the contrast of light-colored scars on his tanned skin. [Take off the pants, slowly.] She sat on the bed as his hands went to the button on his khakis. Her eyes were riveted there.
As the button was loosed and his fingers went to the zipper, she pushed back on the bed. As the zipper pulled down, she pushed back further.
He had been looking down. He looked up, through his eyelashes, and he inhaled deeply. He could smell how wet she was. And he looked at her, at one part of her. Her legs spread slightly. Her lips were wet; he could see it, smell it. She had shaved the hair from them. They were naked. A small strip of hair, vaguely triangular in shape, sat atop her mound.
[Hey! Weren't you getting naked?]
He blinked, and looked up at her face. She was smiling and he smiled back, chuckling lightly. [As my beautiful flower desires.] Grasping the waistband of the pants, he shoved them down.
She looked in appreciation at the bulge in the grey boxer briefs.
He heard her heartbeat and breathing speed up and she clutched the bed covers and pushed back further on the bed.
Erich was so hard it was almost painful, wanting nothing more than to pound his mate into a satisfied, quivering heap. But she would cry foul, 'cause tonight they were playing Madeline's game.
She grabbed handfuls of the bedclothes and her hips flexed. [Shorts.]
Erich pulled the front of the shorts out and started sliding them off his hips. He groaned as his erection sprang free and he hauled them off his legs and stepped out.
"Mmmm. You look delicious."
"No more than you, mate."
"C'mon, then."
Erich inhaled deeply, taking in the heady scent of Madeline's arousal. He opened his eyes and stalked to the bed, where she was clutching the bed covers and shifting back and forth slightly on the bed.
He grabbed one of her feet and pushed the pads of this thumbs into her soles. She threw her head back, "Aaah."
Madeline groaned as he finished off one foot and started on the other. Then he kneaded her calves. Coming to her knees, he pushed her legs apart a bit more. She watched his tongue as it left his mouth and approached her leg. A lick up the inside of one thigh, stopping as he reached the crease where her leg met her body. Then, a repeat on the other side. Madeline groaned at the slowness of his pace.
He moved up the bed a bit more and groaned, himself, as his stiff length rubbed against the blankets.
His head dipped down, and his hair hid what he was doing. But his hair tickled her thighs and generated shivers. His breath warmed her most intimate place. And his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her, drawing sounds from her she couldn't control.
[Your lips are so soft, my Blossom. And so wet.]
She made no reply, except to grab his hair and wrap her fingers in it, pulling him more closely to her.
He licked her, lapped at her juices, delved inside her walls, flicked across her sensitive bud.
She moaned and twisted slightly, fingers tightening in his hair.
He slid a finger into her. Not mated a year yet, he still had to be careful with her.
She was wet, slippery, ready. But, he needed to follow her rules. This time.
