When he holds me, it feels like home. I can't hold back the tears, he makes me feel so safe. When he tells me it isn't what I'm thinking, a flutter of hope ignites in my heart.
I am confused when he takes me outside. Why can't he just tell me everything? Why does he have to show me? He needs to convince me I really had got it wrong.
When he starts stripping I panic. I look around in case anyone is about and to avoid looking at his bare chest. A possessive feeling courses through me strongly.
Why does he need to strip to tell me why he was in the forest naked?
I try to keep an open mind like he asked, but whatever I was expecting him to say or do, I couldn't have imagined what happened next, not even in my wildest dreams.
Asher's smooth tanned skin grows fur, his body twists and turns into a wolf, not just any wolf, a huge wolf, bigger than me. My breath freezes in my lungs as a huge black wolf stands before me.
The way he transforms, the wolf had practically leapt out, it's no wonder he told me to stay back. He is only inches away from me even with me stepping a few paces.
He lowers his head and flaps his ears back. If I wasn't in the midst of a panic attack that would have been cute.
My legs turn to jelly and I can feel myself falling before darkness takes me.
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A strong heat is against my back as I slowly wake up. Strong arms are wrapped around my waist. I twist and bury my face into the warmth, refusing to wake.
The warmth moves, which I find strange. Pillows don't move, but then again they aren't usually this warm either.
Just before my eyes open the previous events flash through my mind.
Asher's mum visits me, she brings me to Asher, he strips and then turns into a wolf.
I shoot up and move back. The arms that were wrapped around me fall away. I look at Asher as he holds his hands up.
"Easy Pup! It's ok," he tells me.
I look around the room, unsure of where I am. He must have read my mind as he pulls my eyes back to him
"This is my room, you passed out after ..." he starts then stops, unable to finish his sentence.
"After you turned into a giant wolf!" I finished for him. I'm struggling to think, breathe and understand any of this.
"Breathe, just breathe," he tells me as he moves.
I flinch, I don't mean too but this is all too much. I try to ignore the hurt look that flits across his face for a moment.
"Asher perhaps you should give him a moment alone," his mum suggests.
I hadn't even realised anyone had come in or was even there.
Asher reluctantly nods and leaves. She approaches me with a plate full of cookies.
'Eat,' she signs to me. I nod slowly. I move to sit near her as I take a cookie. She smiles warmly at me as she rubs my back.
"Luke showed me how to sign that, I wasn't sure I was doing it right," she chuckles with a small embarrassed blush filling her cheeks. I smile, feeling myself relax a little bit.
"You did it right," I tell her.
The cookies are helping me calm down as well as the soothing motion of her hand rubbing my back.
"Did he really turn into a wolf?" I ask her. Half hoping I had been dreaming. She pats my back and nods.
"Yep, I'm afraid so," her small smile warms her face.
I can feel my panic start to rise again, she pushes the plate of cookies at me and signs 'eat' again.
"You know, I felt exactly the same way when Daniel showed me what he was," she says. "We met in college, he was the good looking sporty type, that ironically didn't play sports. He was struggling in one of his classes and I was asked to tutor him," she smiles, I can see she is lost in the memory.
"I felt it instantly, the attraction. Though, at first, I tried to fight it. I had always said boys would be a distraction, one I didn't need. He persisted and eventually, I finally gave in and we fell in love.
When he told me what he was I thought he was making fun of my intelligence. When he said he could prove it. I dared him too, boy was I surprised."
She chuckles, taking a cookie and passing it to me. I take it, enthralled in her story.
"I must admit, it was hard to accept in the beginning but then Daniel reminded me that love is love. It doesn't matter if you are black, white, gay, straight, human or furry.
Love is love!
As long as you love him Nai, nothing else is important," she says confidently, looking me in the eyes.
"Nai, I want to thank you," my eyebrows meet in the middle of my forehead.
"I thank you for reminding me that love is love, I think I'd forgotten that which is why I struggled when he told me about you.
I thank you for being kind, for refusing to come here until I was ready, Asher told me you had wanted to wait for me to be ok with you two before coming here.
Finally, I thank you for loving my son, for seeing past the grumpy bad boy image he gives off.
Tears flow down my cheeks as she speaks, my eyes following every word she says.
"When Asher comes back in, remember love is love."
I nod, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I showed her the sign for the word 'love.' She smiles as she signs the word back to me.
She pats my leg and gets up, I watch her leave and Asher walks back in.
He looks scared like he is afraid to come closer. I pat the space next to me, the smile and relief on his face is enough to settle any more nerves or worries I have in my stomach.
"Are you ok?" he asks me.
I nod smiling slightly.
"Obviously, it's a lot to take in," I tell him, trying to figure out what to say. He grips my hands.
"Please don't leave me, I will do whatever you want me to do. Just don't leave," he begs me.
I smile at this big hulking figure looking so insecure. I tentatively reach out a hand to stroke his cheek. He leans into my hand and closes his eyes.
"I'm not leaving, I just need you to explain so I can understand all of this," I say, he nods and sighs.
"I know, and I will, but I don't want to scare you away," he tells me.
Scowling, I playfully slap his chest.
"I'm still here aren't I," he chuckles, then his eyes turn dark.
"You will pay for that pup," he says moving onto his knees. He looks like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. That's exactly what I feel like at that moment, his prey.
Before I can say or do anything he pulls me down and covers my body with his. His heat envelopes me as his mouth crashes onto mine. Automatically, I grip his sides before he pulls them away and forces them above my head.
He pulls back, that dark feral look has me panting with need. He grinds his hips into mine, making me feel just how hard he is.
"I need this pup, I need you," he says.
I nod, not trusting my voice, knowing exactly what he needs. With a smirk, he makes quick work of both of our clothes before grasping me tightly.
"I can't be gentle this time," he warns.
I can already see the effort of holding back is affecting him, as sweat has built up all over his body. Again, not trusting my voice, I just nod letting him do whatever he needs to do. To be honest, I need it just as much too.
He gets off the bed and pulls out a condom from the bedside table. His eyes look me up and down as he pumps himself a few times before rolling it on, I am transfixed. His large hands wrap around his thick length as my eyes refuse to look away. A huge smirk looks back at me.
Gripping one ankle, he pulls me sharply to the end of the bed. He flips me over so I'm bent over the side of the bed.
I feel him line himself up at my entrance. My breathing is on the verge of stopping as I wait. He leans down so I can see his face.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never think of leaving me again," he promises before slamming into me.
I cry out a mixture of pain and pleasure. Momentarily, I wonder how it went in so easily. I don't remember feeling him add any lube, but all thoughts vanish from my mind as he pounds into me from behind.
His hips slapped against my ass at an unrelenting pace. I grip the sheets, as the pleasure builds and builds. I'm moaning loudly, not caring if anyone can hear us. Asher doesn't let up, doesn't give me a moment to breathe.
When he pulls out so suddenly I groan at the loss. He quickly turns me over putting my legs on his shoulders. Asher pushes himself back in and my back arches.
Again his pace continues relentlessly and with a bit more force, hitting my prostate in just the right way that is driving me crazy. He rubs his thumb over my lips before putting it inside. Our eyes lock as my tongue laps around his thumb.
"Oh baby, you feel so fucking good!" he moans. "I'm close!"
I squeeze down on him and he growls at me. My legs wrap around his waist as he grips my hips with one hand and my cock with the other.
He pumps me just as fast as his hips pound into me. It doesn't take me long before my release explodes all over my stomach and torso, milky liquid pooling across my abs. He continues to pound into me before pulling out, ripping the condom off and cumming all over me.
His hot liquid mixes with mine as we both pant, coming down from our high. Asher climbs on top of me kneeling on his bed and I suck his cock tasting him.
Soon he moves away, goes into what I am assuming is a bathroom and comes back with some tissues. He takes great care when cleaning me up.
My body is limp, I can't move even if I want to. Asher picks me up and carries me towards the bathroom. I wrap my arms around his neck and look at him strangely.
"Let's have a shower," he tells me. "Then we will talk, ok?"
I nod, letting him carry me into the large bathroom. A large walk-in shower, with several showerheads, stands at the far end as a tub lines the side. The shower isn't as big as the one in the cabin, but the tub is bigger. I can imagine us together surrounded by bubbles.
He walks me into the shower and turns the heads on, I squeal a little as the cold water hits me before turning hot. He chuckles as he puts some shower gel into his hand before washing my body. I don't argue or complain, I allow him to wash me as thoroughly as he wants to.
My cock starts to react to his ministrations, so I quickly stop him. He eyes me curiously, a devilish smirk on his face. He knows full well what he's doing to me.
"Behave," I scold him.
He shrugs his shoulders, rinses me off and turns off the shower. I grab the towel as he tries to dry me. I know full well what will happen and I need him to start talking. We both wrap a towel around our waist and make our way back into the bedroom.
We sit on the bed, facing each other. Asher's looks intently at his hands, avoiding my gaze. I grip his hands forcing him to look at me.
"Just start talking to me," I encourage and he nods taking a deep breath.