A/N Big thanks for all the comments and to my editors Jayknie and Notsweetenough!
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When they entered his land David felt a sense of relief. He was exhausted. The winter had been unusually mild and to his surprise he was able to drive the car all the way up to his home. He knew he should take it to the garage, but decided he was too tired.
He shut the engine off and Clara didn't stir. He shook her shoulder and she let out a groan before turning her head. If she was sleeping that heavy he didn't want to wake her, the poor girl needed a break. He went around and unbuckled her seatbelt. She didn't protest when he scooped her out of the front seat and walked her to the door.
As soon as he pushed it open he made a beeline for the bedroom. He wasn't expecting any guests, so he'd left his place a mess. Now wasn't the time to clean though. He set her on his unmade bed and pulled the blankets over her. She turned on her side and settled in.
She looked peaceful sleeping. David already felt responsible for her. Not because he was her alpha but because they were kindred spirits. She was human before, like him. They both suffered from losses too. He wanted to make it right for her, make her feel at home.
"David? You're back early." Magda's voice came from the front door.
David walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. Magda walked into the main room.
"Do you have a guest?"
"A new pack member," David said.
"How...," Magda's voice trailed off.
David realized how the situation looked and held up his hands.
"No, no, no, not like that," he said. "She wasn't happy and needed a fresh start."
"Oh." Magda did not hide the disappointment in her voice. "For a second there I thought that, well, it doesn't matter what I thought."
"You were thinking that somehow magically I found a second mate," David said. "Which don't exist."
Magda let out a sigh.
"We want to see you happy is all," she said. "Why did you come back so soon?"
"I have not slept in over twenty-four hours. Why don't you ask Rodger to explain when he gets back? Everyone else is on their way, except Marilyn, she's the new Luna over there."
"That is fantastic." A smile spread across the older woman's face. "I'll let you get some sleep."
She walked to the door, before she closed it she made one final remark.
"The new girl is very pretty. She looked good in your arms."
"She's not my..." Before David could finish Magda shut the door.
He took one glance at his couch and plopped down. Magda was sweet and he appreciated how much his pack cared about him, but not when it came to his personal life. He had his fun years ago. He'd rather live with the memories than try and make new ones.
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The kiss was incredible. Clara brought her hands up and held on to the sides of his face determined not the let him pull away. She felt his hand on her stomach, sliding up her shirt. She pushed him back and sat up, pulling her top off and tossing it to the side. She slid her pants off too, not wanting any barrier between them.
It was dark in the room, too dark to see anything, but she could hear him removing his clothes. Another wave of anticipation went through her, Clara felt like her body was on fire. She reached for him, needing him to come back to her. She couldn't see him or touch him as she ran her hands wildly through the air, grasping at nothing.
He was gone. Clara realized she didn't know who he was, but that didn't matter. She needed him. The pleasure she was feeling became too much, it started to ache and burn. Clara couldn't wait for him to come back. She brought her hand between her legs and started to rub back and forth. The pressure did nothing for her though. A small cry escaped her lips in frustration. She continued, moving her hand back and forth while letting her fingers dance over her most sensitive part. She'd done this millions of times before and had never had a problem, but it felt like her hand wasn't there. She slid her fingers inside her folds, but still they had no feeling. She let out another frustrated cry. She squirmed on the bed, trying to rub herself against the sheets, but the heat continued to flow through her. There was nothing she could do to satisfy it. She started calling out in the darkness to her mystery man.
"Please come back. Please."
Clara felt helpless. She'd never been so turned on in her life. She moved her hands up her stomach and over her breasts. Her fingertips felt like magic, bringing every part of her body to life and making her desire increase. She traced her hard small nipples lightly and another shudder went through her. She let out a gasp and moved her hands back down to her folds. She started to buck her hips. It didn't matter though, still she felt no closer to satisfaction.
She needed to cum. Another ache and blast of fire racked her body and she cried in frustration.
"Please. I need you. Please. I'll do anything you want."
She got no response. The only sounds in the air were her cries of frustration, moans of arousal, and random pleas for her stranger.
The darkness vanished and a light filled the room. Clara racked her neck toward the door.
"Clara are you alright? I heard yelling," he said.
She watched as his eyes adjusted to the room. David took one look at her and his pupils dilated. Clara was not a naked person, but right now she didn't care. She arched her back and spread her arms out, doing whatever she could to entice him to come over to her.
"I need you," Clara said. "Please."
The door to the room slammed shut and he vanished. Clara let out a frustrated cry. She wanted to get off the bed and chase after him, but her legs felt like jelly. She thought about trying to crawl, but the idea was erased with another flash of heat. Again she placed her hand between her legs and felt nothing. She brought her hand up to her face and saw it was slick with her juices. She was beyond ready. Her stomach started cramping in discomfort. She turned on her side and pulled her legs to her chest.
Again the door opened. David walked in holding a glass of water. He was so hot. He would do just fine. Clara reached out for him. He was the one who could make this better, who could end her suffering and give her the release she craved.
"Please help me," Clara said. "I want you so bad. It hurts. You can make it stop."
"Clara do you know what's happening to you?"
She wanted him to stop talking and start fucking her. He stayed out of reach, so instead she gripped her legs tighter and started biting her knee.
"Clara I need you to focus," David said. "Tell me if you know what is happening?"
