Colten looked in at the foal once more before turning to Abigail. She smiled at him and it made him pause.
“Coffee?” He asked her.
She stepped towards him and tilted her head, “Yeah sure, if it's going to keep you up.”
He swallowed, unsure if she meant they had to stay up for the foal or...
She took his hand and led him out of the barn, heading back towards the house.
“It's nice here. Peaceful.” She appreciated his run-down property as they walked, his fingers slipping and he wished they hadn't.
He adjusted his belt and fell behind her, “Yeah, I like it.”
They walked into the house and he headed to the coffee machine right away.
“Can I go sit somewhere a bit more comfy?”
“Sure, the living room.” He suggested.
“Yeah, a couch sounds nice.” She nodded, “I'm sore from today.”
He nodded, “I'll be in, once I get this going.”
She disappeared down the hall and he listened to her fading steps. He took that time to down-talk himself from doing something he'd regret. Like making love to her. Likely throughout the whole night if his other side had anything to do with it.
He shook the fantasies and tried to keep busy with the coffee making.
Shaking off his boots, he made his way down the hall and into the living room. His eyes fell on her, wrapped up in knit blanket and flipping channels, “Colten, you don't have any good cable.”
He smiled, “Well, it's because I don't have cable.”
She lifted an eyebrow, “You need to change this.”
“I have movies.” He walked over to the shelf.
“Oh, movies?” She sprung up and walked behind him, placing her hand on his back as she did.
He tensed as she leaned into kiss his cheek.
“What do you want to watch?” He looked over all the old movies he had.
Abigail didn't look too impressed, dropped her mouth from him and wrinkling her nose.
“No recent movies, Colten?”
He smiled and looked to her, “Sorry, Abi.”
She put her hands around his near bicep which tensed from his wolf.
Colten grabbed a movie off the shelf and took her hand, “I'm making a decision.”
“What's that?” She laughed at him.
He pointed to the couch as he dropped her hand, “It's older.”
“As I can tell by your whole collection of movies, Mr. Turner.” She giggled and sat back to the couch, her shirt ridding up her stomach.
He smiled and pushed the VHS into the player and turned to her, grabbing up two remotes from the top of the old box television.
He sat down next to her and flipped the television on, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
“Why don't you have any newer movies?”
He shrugged as the VHS started to play, “I just like these better.”
Abigail giggled, looked up as the movie started, “The curse of the Werewolf?” She read the title aloud.
He laughed and got up, “I'll go get coffee.”
“At least it's in colour!” She called after him.
He laughed as he got to the coffee pot and grabbed two mugs, pouring them and leaving them black. He's was going need black to keep himself together. He grabbed a bag of chips from the top cupboard and walked back to the living room.
Placing the cups of coffee to the small table, he flopped down next to her as the movie started.
She reached over and grabbed the chips from him, “When was this movie made?”
“Nineteen sixty one, I believe.” He took the chips back and ate a few.
“Hey.” She smiled and reached for the bag but he held it away quick.
“No.” He joked, “Mine, you can reach over.”
She lifted an eyebrow, “Finally, the well-mannered man leaves the room.”
He dropped the bag in her lap to prove her wrong, “I'm always well mannered.”
“It's a real shame.” She breathed and moved away from him, leaning into the arm of the couch and taking his chips with her.
Colten stared at her, “Did you just move away and take my food?”
She smiled and ate a chip, “I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the manners.”
He moved quickly up against her, pinning her under the couch. That wasn't him. He had nothing to do with that but she liked it – he could tell.
Abigail laughed, “Colten, yesh, are you one of those boys that always does the dare?” She brought a chip from between them and fed him.
He bit down and took her finger with it.
She laughed and tugged it free as he swallowed the chip in his mouth.
“What were you saying about my manners?” He asked her finally.
“None.” She breathed, “You have none.”
He sunk his mouth against hers, “Yes, ma'am.”
She moaned.
His grip on the couch tightened as her taste hit his senses. His mate tasted good but any form of Abigail Redding was good. He hungrily ate at her tiny cries.
She parted their lips, “Colten, I need to breathe.”
He got his normal sense about him and pulled off her.
She sat up slow and glanced at the television, “I didn't mean, we had to stop.”
He looked to her hand rested on her knee and he thought of being able hold it whenever he wanted, how much he wanted that.
She smiled, “What?”
He shook himself out of it, “Want to try watching this movie?”
She smiled and leaned over, “Only if you're well-mannered side will, rub my feet.” She swung them into his lap.
He looked to her feet and thought it over, he wanted to do more than give her a foot massage,“Fine, I'll do it.”
She smiled as he pulled her socks off, “You're so agreeable, Colten.”
“I try.” His palms gripped her right foot and she exploded across the board with hormones.
“You’re really warm.” She noted.
He swallowed, “I tend to be more hot blooded.” Alpha Wolf couldn't have screamed any louder in his head.
“Well, it's nice. Especially for foot massages. You may get the job.”
He chuckled, “I don't remember filling out an application.”
“Yes, you did. When you kissed me.”
He smiled, “Yeah, I guess I did.”
“I still get my dinner, right?”
He glanced at the television and back to her, “How about we just make it a date?”
“Oh, a real date?” She giggled, “Are you going to try to hold my hand?”
He laughed and leaned his head back, tightening his grip on her feet, “I'm shy.”
She slipped her foot from his hand and poked him in the side, “I think you use it to get out of things.”
He looked to her and stopped, she was right, his alpha-side was far from shy and so far it had been responsible for him sitting on the couch with her, rubbing her feet. He wasn't complaining though.
She dropped her cheek to the couch, looking to the television and he followed her actions. They fell silent for the movie, only talking on and off as Abigail received his best foot massage possible.
In fact, she had drifted off and once the movie cut to the credits an hour or so later, he was quick to grip her lean feet.
She fluttered her eyes open, “Oops.” She blushed, “Sorry.”
He smiled, “I know, werewolves are boring.”
She giggled, “I am so bringing a movie over next time.”
“Next time?” He echoed.
She lifted her head and looked to him, “No next time?”
“Yes.” He agreed, “Next time. But nothing girly.”
“Ha!” She laughed, “If I bring it, you'll watch it.”
He smirked and looked away from her, she was right about him, so right.
Their eyes met and he almost caved to the pressure.
She twirled a piece of her hair in her finger and smiled, “What?”
Perfectness radiated off her and he wanted everything to do with her in that moment. He swung her feet under him and moved up against her, kissing her, abandoning his chips on wood floors once freeing them from her grip.
She giggled, “Forwardness becomes you.”
He kissed her with a soft mouth, “Well, you're just too pretty, it ain't my fault.”
“I see.” She purred as he continued his advance on her.
He crushed over her, her smell sweet and relaxing, keeping his irritated wolf side at bay.
She wiped her golden bangs from her face, “Colten.” Her lips meeting his again.
He tensed, needing her now, the repression on his sense of control lost.
She pushed herself against him and pulled him in tight, their lips crushing into one another. After the past week, years even and what he'd gone through – it was all bliss.
She grabbed handfuls of his shirt, “Colten, I-”
He shook his head, kissing her more. Needing every single part of the girl.
He grabbed her around her thighs and bringing her into his lap.
Her lips broke from his neck and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moaning her way through it.
He dropped his nose to her neck as he pushed her shirt up her stomach, “Can we get this off?”
She nodded and with his help, he stripped it for her.
He took a moment and breathed, looking over the beauty that was in front of him. All lean muscle, tight abdomen and sensual breasts. Now sure he had died and heaven was being overly generous to him.
She bit her bottom lip and held back her budding smirk.
“You are so beautiful.”
Her eyes fluttered shut from his kissing mouth, “Mmm. My mother always said boys will say anything to get you in bed.”
“Your mother is right, but not about me. Not with men with my disease, at least.” He trailed his mouth down her neck as his calloused hands undid her bra.
She flinched as he removed the pink lace from her smooth skin, “What disease?”
“My head and mouth rarely connect.” He kissed her shoulder, “Which means, I really mean things when they exit my mouth.”
She giggled, “I wouldn’t' believe that if you were at all a smooth talker.”
“Ha.” His touch grazed the swell of her chest.
She let out another moan, “Oh.”
He brought his mouth back to her lips and dropped his hands against her breasts. Never in his life had he held such prefect breasts.
His mate was perfect.
His need for her was uncontrollable.
She undid the buttons on his plaid shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Her eyes flashed down his chest and over his shoulders, “My, you're...” She ran her hands down his lean muscles and it made him hit another degree of riled up.
Kissing her again, he undid his belt, “Abi, I don't have a condom.”
She moaned, “I'm on birth control. My mother's neurotic.”
He buried his face in her neck, “Alright.” Wondering if the birth control was werewolf proof.
However, chromosome mix? That was likely a big fat no, anyway.
“I think your parents might, kill me right now.” He said to her.
She grabbed him by his forehead and pushed him up, “Do not bring up my parent's, Colten.”
He stared down at her and growled, moving back in towards her.
“Agree?” She snapped at him.
He nodded, smelling her as she gave him hell, thinking about one thing and one thing only.
Having intercourse with humans could be tricky. Having intercourse with a human mate, may just be impossible but he had a few thoughts on the matter and he wasn't about to stop. Mostly because Abigail would kill him for it and all he wanted to do was please her.
“Colten.”
He groaned and kissed her hard.
“I used to dream about you.” She got out between lip biting.
He chuckled, “You're a twisted little girl.”
She giggled, “Are you a man?”
“A lonely, well-behaved one.” He breathed.
“Not too well-behaved.” She smiled.
Smiling, he undid her jeans and pulled them from her lean hips.
With a flush on her cheeks, her body radiated for him and his alpha side went insane. He reached out with one hand and gripped the couch near by. Then dropped his face to her abdomen and nipped at her tanned, tight skin.
She moaned as his fingers contacted her damp underwear.
Dropping his face between her legs, out of complete lack of control, he withered in the smells.
He needed all of her. Taking her underwear, he stripped them and that left her naked.
Oh, so very naked.
He licked his lips, and that was very much his other side. Hungry for her.
He pushed her legs open and ducked back to what he wanted.
She put a foot on his back, “Colten, really?”
He looked up, “Shh.” Pressing his mouth into her heat and tasting his mate so very intimately.
Her aroma hit every nerve in his body, setting fire the biggest and most heated wave of alpha hormones he'd ever felt.
His muscles tensed and he dipped his tongue into her again.
She let out a series of little cries, “Mmm... Colten...”
He flattened his nose and lips between her folds, enjoying all her warmth. It was working though, satisfying his wolf side to mate her. He felt the easing, leaving his more human emotions present.
She started to groan and cry, “Oh!” And filled his mouth with many levels of happy and he enjoyed them.
Abigail panted, relaxing into the couch with a giggle, “Colt.”
He crawled over her, still enjoying the taste in his mouth.
She looked up at him, her face flushed and breathing still laboured.
He was more than happy to see her like that, especially under him.
He smiled down at her as she drew her finger along his mouth tenderly. He undid his belt and slipped off his jeans. His awful plaid boxers were left and she pushed them off with her toes.
He dropped his pelvis into her, then his mouth to her ear, “Open your legs, baby.”
She moved her knees apart and let him settle between her.
He watched her a moment, still utterly spent, feeling bad for pressing the need to have sex. Her hips bucked into him and his other side made up his mind on taking her or not.
She squeezed his biceps as he slowly inched his way inside of her.
His vision fuzzed and he had to close his eyes, trying to come back to reality as the wolf in him begged to take over.
She moaned against him, “Wow, oh.”
He moved out and came back in, his eyes slammed shut. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to hear much of her happy loveliness because he was about to teeter on a very small wire. Which involved keeping himself together and on a short leash.
Wet, warm and slick, it made it easy to fill her.
“Damn.” He dropped his mouth to her hair and breathed her in, “I've been wanting to do this way too long.”
“You have?” She moaned.
“Oh, yeah.” He groaned, moving into her.
She purred, gripping and moving up to meet his thrust, “You're so-”
“You tell me if I get too rough.” He instructed her.
She blinked up at him, surprised by the comment.
He didn't wait for her answer, just assumed she understood a pain tolerance and continued.
Her bottom lip quivered as his hips picked up the pace. Unsure if that was because of the force, or the fact that she was starting to feel the friction already. On that note, he could more than smell it radiating off her. Friction.
She arched back and started to let out her panting again, “Mmm, Colten, more!”
He came into her again and again at her request, still keeping himself in check from the satisfaction of her taste in his mouth.
“Colten, men don't... make me... come.”
He came around her, kissing her, “I will.”
Her eyes rolled back, “It's so good.”
He picked up the pace, “You're mine, Abigail. I want you to be mine.”
She moaned loudly and the smell of her orgasm started to fill his nose.
It was automatic of him to bring himself harder into her.
“Oh!”
He slammed his jaw shut to keep his words from exiting his mouth.
Mate. Mate...
She burst, coming and screaming her way through the orgasm.
Increasing himself, he kept his hips movement in check as he started to warm. Burn even. It was only seconds of that feeling before he finished. Filling her, driving himself deep till he felt her walls constrict around him.
He kept himself buried, instinct. He wanted her to finish her little spasms, he'd caused her.
Limp under him, exhausted even, he felt solely responsible but proud she'd successfully gotten through it with him.
He kissed her cheek, “How do you feel?”
She nodded, “Amazing... that was... yeah.”
He smiled and took himself from her, sitting up to watch her bask. Motionless and tired, she was a product of his alpha.
Abi wrapped the blanket over her bare chest, “It's cool in here.” She sat up slow and he helped her, bringing her in close to him.
“I'm warm.” He joked and shifted away from her. Looking over his mate as she appeared all glow ridden and sultry in the small bit of light coming in the nearby window.
He liked that he was more than responsible for it. That eased his wolf side, again.
He reached down and found his jeans, standing and slipping them on.
“Where are you going?” She pouted.
Smiling, he liked her neediness for him, “To check the foal.”
“Oh, the baby!” She blurted.
He smiled and leaned over her, biting into her mouth, “I'll be right back, beautiful.”
Abigail let out a tiny whine from his words and he dropped his mouth to her neck, biting into her. She moaned and wiggled under the blanket she had around her naked body.
His teeth grazed her shoulder, it was fascinating to him that she liked everything everything she really should not have but then again, what did he really know about what human's liked or not?
He straightened up and her cheeks were bright red, like they had been earlier when he'd gotten a nice satisfying taste from her.
She smiled up at him, “You're going out there shirtless?”
He stretched, “Yep.” And headed out of the living room.
He noted that his cheeks hurt from smiling, all because of her. Sarah had never made him feel even an inch of what Abigail Redding seemed to produce for him.
Human issue aside, he was on a wolf-high, something he'd never experienced in his life and he liked it. Primal and instinctual, Abigail responded to everything, except the fact that he couldn't mate her cause she was human.
He was just going to have to figure it out.
His mind started to reel as he walked out into the warm air and headed towards the barn, he saw Mocha eating her hay and then once inside, saw the new foal attempting to stand as Honey lied beside her, watchfully.
He watched the foal make a few attempts, “Thank you both for being cooperative.” He made his way back out of the barn and got his mind set back on his mate waiting for him in the house.
One track mind could have been a very good few words to describe him at that moment but then he felt his muscles straining.
He stopped and rolled his shoulders, fighting the urge to shift. If one twenty minute session with Abigail could make him almost lose it, he was worried about what more could do.
That repressed him back, almost like a flame in him had been stamped out.
He waited for the urge to completely vanish and walked back into the house. Abigail was in the kitchen as he entered, only wrapped in the blanket off his couch, “Colten, do you have a thing for werewolves?”
He halted as she fished out a cookie from the jar, she had just stocked up for him.
She smiled, “Colt? Speak, boy.”
He kicked off his boots, “You looked through the movie collection?” However his wolf side was already in the process of taking over again. Visualizing pulling the knit blanket from her lean little frame.
He licked his lips.
She smiled and slid the jar back under the bread tin, “I put the movie back for you and noticed them.”
He walked over to her, crushing her against the counters and biting into her shoulder. His hands gripped her hips and he lifted his mouth.
He wanted to tell her she was never going home. To stay there forever with him in the old little farm house and they'd spend their days taking care of horses and cattle and their nights making babies.
Starting to see the very real issues he'd been avoiding the past five years all going off like bombs in front of him. He was about to fight every urge and cell in his body not to change the girl right there and then for his own needy mate purposes.
He shook the thoughts and kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I don't want you to leave, Abigail.” That was the best he could spill out after all he'd thought about.
His bare chest against her smooth back was torturous but yet so satisfying.
“I won't leave, if you don't make me.” She whispered.
He growled and hugged her tight, kissing her soft shoulder.
She arched back into him, “Colten, more.” She went to unwrap the blanket but he stopped her and lifted his mouth.
“I need some more time.” To stop his other side screaming mate!
She turned in his arms and smiled, “Really?”
He winced realizing what it sounded like that he needed, “No, I'm-” He gave in, it was an easy out if anything, “You're too used to all the school boys.”
She smiled, “Not that many school boys, only two.”
He stared down at her and moved her against the counters again, “Who are these boys? What did they do to you?”
“Colten!” She laughed at him, “You're so funny.”
He buried his face in her neck and trailed up, biting at her ear. Stopping as he smelt his beta. His face dropped away from her as her hand on his chest, wrapped around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Colten, let's go upstairs.” She breathed, “I think, I need more attention.”
He withered inside from her want for him but Peter was near. Very near and something else was off. He took a breath and tried to shake it but then the knocking came a knocking.
He stepped back from her and it startled Abigail.
“It's alright.” He kissed her, “It's just Pete.”
She stared at him, blinking, likely confused, “Does he always come this late?”
“Personal space don’t exist in Pete's world.” Colten took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, towards the front of the house. He collected her clothes in the living room, “Go up stairs to my room, I'll get rid of him.”
She nodded and took the things from his arms, “Is everything alright?”
He stared at her and melted a bit that she was such a nice, concerning girl. He kissed her forehead, “It's fine.”
She took the leaving and climbed the stairs and he waited for her to disappear.
“Colten!” Peter shouted from outside on the porch.
He grumbled and opened the door, “What are you doing here! It's midnight!”
“Whoa! Pissed much?” Peter stared at him, “Are you shirtless?”
Colten cocked an eyebrow, “You're on a time limit. I'm serious. One minute and counting.” He glanced at the watch on his wrist.
“Whoa, whoa!” Peter panicked, “Okay, well... I sort of... I need... another minute, maybe two or three.”
Colten creased his brow, “Can you hurry up and say it?”
“Uh...” Peter glanced around.
Colten lifted his head as the wind blew up against the house, shooting every horrible smell of Oscuro into his nose. He grabbed Peter and swung him into the house, “What's going on!”
“It's okay!” Peter held up his hands, “It's okay! Calm down...”
“It reeks of Oscuro!” Colten stepped in close to his beta, “What's happened!”
Peter rung his hands to his hair, “I just... I really need you to just be understanding and I really need your help cause...” He stepped up close to Colten, “I'm screwed.”
Colten sneered, beyond agitated, “Tell me now before I knock you into the wall, Peter. My patience for this right now is zero.” His wolf was pissed, he didn't like the enemy this close to his house and he definitely didn't like them that close with niece and mate in the house.
Peter swallowed, “It's not like I can control it.”
“What?” Colten creased his brow.
“She's... she's... Alright... Uhh...” Peter walked to the front door and opened it, “M-Mia, come here.”
Colten stared at him, “Oh, this is a joke! Come on!” Taking one big permeating breath past the scent of Oscuro, he got the newest message loud and clear, that Peter Daniels was mated.