Wisteria POV
"Mmm," I said after inhaling the crisp fall air. The leaves around me were only starting to turn orange and brown. I could see that fall was creeping in, which meant that it wouldn't be long till winter; my favorite season was here. People passed by me with hot beverages smiles as they entered the mall. Moving the bags in my hands up my arms to lift them and spin, I grinned hugely because I could not wait for egg nog and cuddles. I sped up the walk from the storefront and hurried to the car that was waiting for me. The door was already open for me, so I could throw my bags to the right side of the back seat and hop in. My driver shut the door before jumping into the front seat. He adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at me.
With a smile, he asked, "How was your shopping trip, Ms. Weaver."
"Oh, it was great," I replied, taking a sip of water I got from the cooler in the back. Putting the bottle down, I said,
"I got the cutest little dress for date night tonight."
"wonderful, Ms. Weaver, I'm sure that Mr. Benton will love it," Sam replied as he put the car in gear.
Giggling as I looked through the window, I said, "I'm sure that I could wear a potato sack, and Milo would love it.
"No doubt about that," said Sam as he pulled out of the shopping center.
Letting myself get lost in thought on the way home, I wondered how my family was doing. Trees zipped by as I wondered how many battles happened in the almost year that I've been gone. Did they miss me? Ugh, what a stupid question, I thought. Of course, they miss me; we were always close. Were they worried about me? After all, I did leave in the middle of the night and told absolutely no one about my plans. I wonder what my brother is doing right now. How is handling my disappearance? After all, he would be joining my parents in the battle this year to keep our lands from being taken over by other packs. Is he upset that his sister is not there to join him in action? If he knew the truth, would he be happy that I had found my happiness in living a remarkable life that involves zero fightings? Yes, our lands were beautiful and floral, much more colorful than anything I have ever seen here amongst the humans, but that wasn't worth living in constant battle. All of Jestan was rather beautiful, but just like anywhere, some places were more desirable than others. I thought back to the fairy tale told to all the children and me of Long ago.
An alpha of our pack saved an earth fairy from being drained by a deranged vampire. She was so grateful that she blessed the soil of South Saspro. After that, our lands were more prosperous than others in Jestan; excepting the fairies, their homes were in the sky, so they were left alone. After many centuries the blessings from the lands seeped into the wolves that lived in South Saspro. Some Alphas and betas would possess the power to manipulate earth. Our pack, the light forest pack, was now consistently producing more giant wolves than any other pack. That made us a target. My parents trained my brother and me to take over the never-ending struggle of not being overtaken eventually. I was fucking sick of that life, though.
It took me months to gather up the fee for the transport. It's not that money was an issue for the daughter of an alpha, but if I took large sums at once, there would be questions. I took a little extra and bought clothes that I stashed so that I didn't have to take anything from my room. The spell took me to the only part of the earth realm that a witch would transport to, which was Riara Island. Never having been to any part of the earth realm, I spent a week on the island looking around. It was quite large and teeming with cute little villages. The werewolf village seeming was the largest of them all. When you were at the center of the island, a massive hot spring surrounded by cottages left me in wonder. Those cute little houses held the lower rank of wolves. Built on stilts and looking magnificent was a mansion built dead center in the lake. It was only accessible via draw bridge or swimming. Even though I didn't want anyone to know who I was, I had to find out about the castle. A nice man informed me the house held whomever the Alpha was and higher ranked members.
The heat from the springs mixing with the cold air caused steam around the castle, making it ethereal. Wanting to leave out the first weekend, I stayed only a week and transformed every day I was there. At the first light the following Saturday, I went to the docs and waited around for transport. Thankfully I got lucky because there was a ship that was leaving the island. Walking up, I heard the operator explaining the rules for visiting the realm outside the island. Digging through my pockets for money, I asked how much, and it was $80. I handed over the crumpled wad and hopped on the boat.
Once I stepped foot in New York, I never looked back. My thoughts turned to my days as a hostess at Bennys burgers. It was an upper-class burger joint that, in my opinion, was overpriced. The king loved the place, though, so it was popular. I had been there six months before meeting Milo. His stunning german figure made my stomach do a backflip the first time I saw him. His blonde hair danced over his bright brown eyes as he smiled at me when asking to be seated. He was with associates that first time, but he often came back alone to flirt with me until he finally asked me out. That was six months ago, and tonight was our anniversary. "We're home," Sam called out, ripping me out of my thoughts. "Thank you," I let out as he opened the door for me. Grabbing my bags, I headed inside the mansion. Skipping up the steps, I headed to our bedroom to change into my new strapless red dress.
The velvet would ensure that Milo would not be able to keep his hands off me. I took a curling iron to my short black hair and threw on some lipstick. Checking my eyes, I could see that my eyeshadow was still intact, and the red made the blue in my eyes pop. Happy with my curls and makeup, I stepped into some red high heels and headed down the stairs. Milo and Sam were at the bottom to greet me. "I am absolutely the luckiest guy in the world," Milo said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I leaned into his open arms and returned his kiss before we hopped into the car.
Sam drove us to Benny's Burger, and I was pleasantly shocked to see that Milo had reserved the entire restaurant for our anniversary.
" I like the idea of celebrating our anniversary in the place that we met," Milo leaning in as he turned to me. "But, I prefer without any distractions from your beauty." He whispered in my ear.
His warm breath sent shivers down my back. Placing his hand on my lower back, we went into the restaurant. As we sat down to dinner, I couldn't help to think back on South Saspro. If things were following the usual cycle, then they would be in a time of peace right now. That only happened twice a year, usually. We would find a witch that would put a spell around the lands to keep invaders out, and the invaders would get a witch of their own to break our witches' spell. This process usually took time, and packs were less motivated to invade in winter. Though lush, our mountain peeks provided us with a tactical advantage in winter. It would be nice to take a run through the forest again. I haven't shifted since leaving home. I felt my wolf stir at the thought of being able to run again.
"I think you're gonna love them," Milo exclaimed as a box came out with the main course taking my mind back to the present. There was a beautiful pair of diamond earrings. Dinner continued similarly, with each course containing a gift. After dinner, we strolled down the pavilion with hot chocolate and just talked. Milo is a compassionate and caring man. He loves me, and I would like to think that I love him. he certainly is handsome, and though I care for him, I can't help but have a wondering feeling in my heart. I know that once werewolves find their mates, they are unable to love another but were you affected by that bond even if you never meet the person? I plan to stay in the human realm, so there is no way that I will ever meet my mate, and frankly, I did not care if it meant avoiding war. I shook my head and leaned in closer to Milo as we walked; even so, I choose him. This sweet man loves me and can take the best care of me. We got to the car and hopped in.
Milo reached over to the door handle with a mischievous smile and rolled up the partition. "Let's get the rest of the night started early," he said, leaning over and kissing high on my neck just under my ear. The gentle touch was giving was heart-stopping as he swept my hair out of the way. His lips moved slowly down my neck making my heart flutter while his right hand slid slowly up my thigh. His lips met my collar bone, and my back arched as I ran my fingers through his golden hair. He reached up, hooking his forefinger into my dress neckline, and pulled it down. He cupped both my breasts in his hands, eyes filled with lust while he gently bit my nipple. "They're already hard for me; I love it!" he groaned before taking my entire breast in his mouth. His tongue swished across my nipple while he gently sucked and nipped at it. My moan was loud when he switched breasts, massaging as he sucked. "Your so beautiful, Wisteria," He murmured as he kissed down my stomach lifting my dress as he did so. His lips made it to my center before he nibbled so ever gently. Milo let out a slow hot breath that made me raise my hips. He took the opportunity to slip me out of my thong. He traced the rose tattoo on my thigh while giving gentle kisses on my lower lips. Grabbing him by the hair, I made him look at me. "Stop teasing me, milo," I whispered, letting my hold go and running my hands through his hair. Still looking up at me, he whispered, "as you wish," before his tongue started exploring my pool of wetness. Small circles around my center, followed by light sucking, the warm feeling drove me wild. My hands found their way to his hair again as I pushed myself up to try and get his tongue deeper. He moaned as he licked and slurped up all of my juices. "Baby, you are sweeter than honey," he whispered as he slid two fingers into me. Reaching around with the other hand, he grabbed my hips to keep me from lifting off of the seat. It felt like he was losing himself in me and all I could do was say his name as he found his rhythm in me. Milo's tongue was urgent and explorative. Twisting and turning it was a tongue possed on a mission to find and give me pleasure. It danced within me like a beautiful ballerina. Indeed if his tongue was putting on a show, his finger was the costar. Joining in it was a menagerie of spinning and twirling and sliding. My breathing increased to match his rhythm of alternating tongue and fingers.
Grabbing his hair and grinding my yoni into his face, a loud moan escaped me before I soaked his face with my orgasm. Moving my hair back, I let out a contented sigh as I slumped into the backseat and smiled at Milo while he rubbed my thighs. There was a gentle knock on the partition that took me out of my haze. We must be home, I thought, but I just wanted to lay here in the car for a while. The door opened, and before I knew it, Milo had me in his arms and was carrying me bridal style up to our bedroom. He placed me on the mattress and gently slid the little red dress down and off my body. Quickly undressing, he threw his clothes on top of mine and centered himself between my legs.
Smiling as I wrapped my hands around his neck, I couldn't help but be thankful I had found such an amazing man to love me. Milo beamed back at me before placing gentle kisses on my neck. He traced my back till he got to my breast. Cupping it gently in his hands, he let out a slow warm breath above my nipple. Ugh, why did this man like to tease me like this, I thought, arching my back up. Milo pulled away slightly so that he was still just hovering about my nipple. It felt like a lifetime before he gently nipped at it. Another moan escaped me as Milo cupped my breasts, bringing them before sucking on both nipples. He made a motion to kiss down my stomach before I stopped. After that fantastic car ride home, it was my turn. I pushed Milo to the right side onto his back and mounted him. Drinking him in with my eyes, I traced his abs with my finger. Milo wasn't a bulky man, but he was muscular, with his lean frame boasting sexy abs. I leaned in to return the gentle kisses he always gives me; my lips traced his stomach till I was right above his hardness. Taking him in my hands, placing soft kisses on the tip, I looked up at him while making small circles with my tongue. His throbs of anticipation only making me want to delay just a bit longer.
"What is it you always say?" he said with mischief dancing on his lips.
"Oh yea, don't tease me," He breathed while grabbing my hair and forcing his way into my mouth. Putting one around his shaft, I made circles as I stroked up and down and slowed his rhythm to enjoy tasting him. Some minutes passed as I found my rhythm and enjoyed him more and more as I kept taking him to the back of my throat. Cupping my cheeks, forcing me to look at him, Milo said
"Baby, if you keep going like that, you're gonna make me cum, and tonight is about you." He flipped me onto my back and lifted my left leg as he slides into me. My gasp was cut short by his lips meeting mine. My senses were overwhelmed by his scent and taste, wanting to pull him in closer, wishing we could become one. Our tongues danced together in unison as our hands fought to touch all of each other at once. Sweet and soft with hints of honey, Milos taste awakened every part of me, making me thirsty for his touch; his every stroke was quenching my thirst more and more. Our bodies danced together like beautiful ballerinas, perfectly in synch. Love for this kind soul and the pleasure he brings me, creating a beautiful storm of satisfaction deep within my loins. His touch was electrifying as he tucked my hair behind my ears.
"I love you, Wisteria," his whisper taking us to the eye of the pleasure storm within, and the floodgates opened as we came together like the chorus and bridge of a beautiful melody. Milo gave me an exhausted smile before collapsing in me, wrapping my legs around him; we smiled, finding a quiet place to rest in each other as laid unmoving.