“Come for me,” he croaked, “I need to feel you come around me again. I need to remember you like this.”
Giving Rylan what he wanted, Sophie came fiercely, bucking against Rylan as her body scraped into the wall. She bit Rylan’s shoulder to stifle her cries of ecstasy, as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. Rylan let out a groan as he came with her, gripping her ass tightly as he poured himself into her.
They clung to each other, breathing hard and knowing they were nearly out of time.
“We have to get back,” Rylan said pulling his pants up. Sophie wiped a stray hair from her face as she re-tied her blouse and yanked her skirt back down. Rylan smoothed her hair and gazed into her eyes.
“Is this the end?” Sophie asked in a small voice.
Rylan took a jagged breath, “I think our time together is coming to an end.” Sophie clutched his arm and Rylan led her back to Linwood and Bathilda.
“Better?” Linwood asked shrewdly assessing Sophie. Flushing, Sophie nodded and stared at the ground. “Good. We need to move.”
“What?” Rylan snarled, “We aren’t taking her into the woods. Bathilda just told us every dark creature is circling this place vying to tear her throat out.”
“Precisely,” Linwood said, “We cannot risk waiting for the Dwellers to come to us. Who knows how long that would take or if they would even believe us? The creatures will find a way to break through our enchantments soon enough. We cannot keep her protected here.”
Rylan’s shoulders sagged knowing Linwood was right. “When? How?” he asked, resigned.
“This evening, at nightfall.”
Rylan’s head jerked up. “Are you insane?” he roared.
“It’s the only way. We are strongest then,” Linwood stated.
“And the most dangerous,” Rylan bellowed, “We’ll kill her!” Sophie shrank at his words.
“We will be careful,” Linwood said steadily, “the full moon makes us stronger and many of the pack have already been made stronger by Sophie. We must take advantage of our numbers and strength.”
Bathilda was nodding with Linwood’s words. “Linwood is right; your pack is most powerful tonight.”
“Rest my dear,” Linwood said quietly placing his hand on Sophie’s shoulder, “Tonight we will need your bravery.” He slipped outside the room, followed by a hobbling Bathilda.
“Rest now,” Rylan whispered, “We will stand guard. I need to speak to the others about tonight.” Rylan disappeared behind Bathilda, leaving Sophie alone. Exhausted and spent, Sophie curled up on the earthen floor and drifted to sleep.
Sophie awoke to Rylan gently shaking her awake. She sat up dazed, and then remembered what had happened earlier.
“It’s nearly time,” Rylan said softly. Sophie threw herself at Rylan and tried to kiss him, but Rylan pushed her away. “No, I need to keep my focus.”
“Please,” Sophie pleaded, “I don’t know what is going to happen now.”
Rylan’s face hardened, “We are going to move you to the home of the Forest Dwellers. We all have different duties such as protect, watch and fight. Once we deliver you, the Dwellers will be responsible for you. They will determine if you are in fact one of them, and they will protect you.”
Sophie searched Rylan’s face, “And you and I?” she questioned.
“Are no more,” Rylan said bitterly, “It’s all my fault this is happening to you. Of all the women I decide to pluck from the forest’s edge, I choose a possible Dweller-slash-Human hybrid.”
“Please, Rylan,” Sophie asked softly, pushing her body towards Rylan. Roughly, Rylan pushed Sophie onto her back, spreading her legs apart. Pushing her skirt above her waist, he brought his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. Sophie grabbed Rylan’s hair, feeling his silky strands between her fingers. Rylan trailed his nose up her inner thighs, continuing to inhale as he went, as if to imprint her smell.
Sophie pushed her hips towards Rylan’s face and he groaned softly, before parting her with his hands and pressing his mouth to her pussy. Sophie arched her back as she grabbed Rylan’s hair, feeling her body wake up under Rylan’s tongue. Rylan made slow circles before quick flicks of his tongue. Sophie did not hold back now and she moaned loudly, repeating Rylan’s name as he devoured her.
Rylan grasped Sophie’s thighs and pushed his tongue in her opening, feeling the wetness that was now so familiar. Sophie’s thighs quivered as Rylan continued to bombard her senses. He reached his hands up her smooth, taut stomach until they grazed her breasts. Rylan let his fingers run over her breasts, caressing her nipples and bringing them to life beneath his hands. Sophie felt each nipple harden, as Rylan continued to work her with his mouth.