Inevitably Yours

QUINN

“THAT’S IT! I AM CALLING SOMEONE!” I shouted as I stormed away. The front door had sort of just been left broken after the altercations with Tyson and Wilkes. A few weeks later, we were finally starting to find our rhythm with merging the packs, but winter had firmly arrived. When we woke up to flurries in the front hallway, I had to put my foot down and tell M he was fixing it that day.

“No! I’m sure I can figure this out!” Michael called from the doorway. Random tools scattered the ground at his feet. “Don’t call someone!” He had been failing to fix our front door all day, and a snow storm was expected the next.

“I like winter just as much as the next northern wolf, but we are not living with it inside!” I argued, going to find my phone in the kitchen. Heavy footsteps told me M was following me. I wasn’t excited to make this call, but there was someone I could rely on to help me.

“Babe, I’m so close!” Michael called after me. The kitchen was still half a mess. I had been stress baking most of the day listening to him bang away at our front door. I found my phone under a towel. “Q, I got this. I can break a neck with my bare hands; a doorway isn’t going to get the better of me.”

“It is somehow worse than this morning. We need to turn the heat on; it’s getting cold. The whole house will be an icebox if we don’t get that door on tonight!” I pressed. I flipped through my contacts with a sigh.

Michael’s shoulders slumped. I found the right one and dialed. Michael watched as I waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Uncle George. It’s Quinn, and I need some help.”

–

“What the hell do you do? Throw someone through it?” my uncle asked exasperatedly as he looked at the door. It made my gut churn calling to ask for help, but he dropped everything and came over. I looked sideways at Michael, who scratched the back of his head.

“We had some trouble with a member of Wild Paws before ya know….” I explained. Everyone knew some version of what happened by now. We had a formal ‘joining’ ceremony scheduled for both packs to make the merge more official. All my stress baking was at least going to good use.

“Really putting me on a timetable with the storm blowing in,” my uncle commented as he straightened. “Luckily, I think there is enough stuff here and in my truck to get it fixed. My helper is on the way, so we should have it done in a few hours.”

“Really?” I asked excitedly.

“Yea,” he smiled.

“How much?” Michael asked.

My uncle turned to my mate, holding his gaze for a moment. Michael’s Alpha aura wasn’t baring down, making anyone forcibly show submission to him; he did an excellent job of reigning it in. “I’m not gonna charge my niece to frame her door. I will however charge should you ever want to reinforce this for any more inter-pack troubles.”

“We insist on compensating you,” Michael said.

My uncle breathed in deeply. “Are those my mom’s peanut butter cookies I smell?”

“Yea, I was baking earlier. I added chocolates to the top,” I smiled.

“I’ll take a few of those and call it even,” my uncle returned. Michael stepped forward and held out his hand.

“Thank you,” he said, my uncle shaking his hand.

“Sure thing, Alpha.”

–

When my uncle finished, the door looked great. You couldn’t even tell Michael used Tyson’s skull to smash through it. I wrapped up the cookies, and everyone was back home before the snow really started to blow in. The following day, I looked out the window in our room, smiling broadly at the return of my favorite landscape. Michael wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and dropped his chin to my shoulder.

“Let’s have a snow day,” he smiled.

“Like play hooky?” I laughed.

“Yea,” he said. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen snow. I need to feel it under my paws.”

“I’m sure we can spare a couple of hours, but….”

Michael’s mouth went to his mark and suckled at the sensitive spot. “Come play in the snow with me, blue,” he said seductively in my head.

My head fell back against him. “Is that an order, Alpha?” I asked breathily as his tongue flicked out against the two tiny scars of his mark.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He pressed his h**s into my back, his length hardening. “Yes, it is,” he growled.

Michael stepped back, holding me with him as he reached for the window. He slid it open and then returned to kissing on my shoulder as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. Soon I was bare, and he was lifting me up onto the windowsill. “Shift, my love,” he smiled, pulling his own clothes off. I dragged my eyes away and looked outside. My paws were also aching to sink into the perfect white blanket. Goosebumps rose over my body as the wind licked my bare skin. I jumped, letting Sapphire burst forward midair and landing with a soft crunch in the crisp snow.

Michael followed, Eros’s glittery coat reflecting the radiance of the snow. “Run!” Michael linked as Eros barked. I smiled, and Sapphire turned to run into the trees.

–

After a few hours of chasing and playing, Eros and Sapphire relented control. Michael had me pinned to the forest floor, teasingly licking and nipping at me.

“They are looking for us,” I linked him. He had to have his block up because I had been getting links looking for both of us.

“Who cares? It’s a snow day,” he sent back. I took a deep breath a shifted, my barrier to the cold falling away as my fur receded. Michael’s eyes went dark, but I was small enough to get away from him now.

“Jacqueline has a patrol brief to give you. She’s become very reliable,” I said aloud as I got to my feet. Frozen evergreen needles pricked the bottoms of my feet as I hugged my naked self. “Plus, I still have details to attend to for this joining ceremony.”

Michael stood to his full height and smoothly shifted back to his normal body. Every time I looked at him, my mouth went dry. How he still made me weak in the knees, I wasn’t sure. He stalked toward me, making me back up.

“What happened to you listening to orders?” he said in a low voice as he caged me to a tree.

“We had our fun. Sapphire and Eros had their time. Now we have to get back to work,” I whispered, looking up at him.

“I like when you listen,” he said, bringing his hand to my cheek. His warm thumb brushed over the cold skin. “Don’t you know the Alpha’s most important job is to keep their Luna happy?”

His hand trailed down, leaving searing warmth along my cold skin. He ran his fingertips over the swell of my breast before trailing down to my ribs. I shuddered under his touch. “You make me very happy,” I whispered.

Michael’s hand slowly moved around my h*p to the small of my back. His smoldering expression almost had me on fire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my cheek as he moved to my ear. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he whispered.

I thanked the Goddess I was leaning against that tree because my insides melted at his words, and I just knew I would have been a puddle on the ground. Michael breathed deeply. “Your arousal smells sweet on the winter air. I think I want to taste.”

A tiny m**n escaped my throat. Just the anticipation of his touch alone had my body screaming for him. His hands went to my h*p, and he stepped back as he lifted me in the air, placing my core right in front of his face.

“Legs, shoulders,” he silently instructed. I brought my legs up and draped them over his broad shoulders, effectively sitting on him. His grip shifted as his nose dipped into my center. “Mmmm,” he growled.

I gripped the top of his head, threading my fingers into his hair. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked.

“Hold still,” he said. His tongue dipped into me, and my body arched. I could feel his smile as he got his taste.

“Mmm,” I hummed, trying to stay still on his shoulders. Michael was fanning the flames between my legs while the cold air swirled around us. I gripped his hair tighter, making him release his own m**n. I felt the vibration over my clit and gasped at the sensation.

“c*m on my tongue, baby,” Michael demanded. His tongue moved faster, alternating between my clit and entrance. I was panting, so close to release. One of his hands moved from its place holding my h*p and slipped under me. My eyes rolled back as I felt a finger thrust into me, his tongue concentrating on my button. His finger pumped a few times, and I thought I was going to explode. Then, it was gone. Before I could mourn the loss, I felt his finger press at my other hole.

“Ah!” I called out as he slipped his finger in. With a single thrust inside, I completely came undone over him. My back arched, and I pulled his face further into my center, my thighs squeezing around his head.

After a moment, he removed his finger, and his hand gripped my thigh, pulling it away slightly. I tried to come back to earth as he extracted himself. He looked up at me, licking his lips. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, I am going to f**k my mate, but I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable. So why don’t I put you down, and you can go ahead and shift and run back to our room?”

He slowly pulled me down from his shoulders. “And if I don’t want to wait until we get to the packhouse?” I teased him. He raised an eyebrow at me while I ran my fingers over his chest.

“Oh, I have no issue holding you against that tree and slamming my c**k into you relentlessly, my little Luna. I thought I would be a little more chivalrous than that,” he said in a low voice.

My throat dried. My brain knew it should take the offer, shift, and go back to our bedroom but what came out of my mouth was, “f**k chivalry.”

Michael’s eyes grew darker. He grabbed my chin and kissed me roughly. “Last chance,” he breathed, letting go of me. I sucked in the icy air as my brain spun. “Do you want to go back?” I shook my head; I wanted him now. He kissed me again, his teeth grabbing at my bottom l*p, fighting with me. I tried to bite him back, loving this aggressive game.

He took a step forward; I reacted by stepping back. We continued our little fight for dominance as he backed us slowly into a tree again. My back hit the scratchy bark, and I gasped, giving him an opening to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I gave in, letting him win. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he let go of my chin, his hand reaching down to grab my leg. His other hand went too, gripping me firmly. I squeezed my arms tighter, and he lifted me, dragging me up the tree enough, so our pelvises aligned.

“Ah,” I squeaked. He paused, concern rippling across his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“Yea,” I breathed. “Just a scratch.”

“You sure?” he repeated.

“Goddess, Michael! Just f**k me!” I cried. His expression fell. He pounded up into me in one swift motion, making me call out again.

“I think someone forgot their manners,” he growled as his h**s moved. My head fell back against the tree trunk behind me as I savored the feeling of his c**k filling me over and over again. “Is this what you wanted, my Luna?”

“Ahhhh,” was all I could get out. His teeth dragged over his mark, sending a wave of electricity through me.

“What was that?” he pressed. He shifted his grip again, one hand around my waist as the other came to the back of my head, gripping my hair. He pushed my head up, so I was looking at him. “Answer the question, my love. Is this what you wanted?” Every few words were punctuated by another thrust; my brain was mush.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered out.

“Mmm. Yes, what?” he growled. Everything about him was large and dominating, and everything inside me wanted to roll over and submit to him.

“Yes, Michael,” I gasped.

“No, not quite,” he shook his head.

“Yes, Alpha,” I tried.

“Better,” he smirked. “Much better.” His motion slowed, and suddenly, I missed the movement. “Now, it’s time for what I want.”

He stepped back, pulling us away from the tree. He let me down on the ground, and I swayed on my legs. Michael didn’t let me fall. Instead, he gently pushed me down to my knees and stepped behind me. He lowered himself to the ground behind me as he gently pressed between my shoulder blades, sending me down to all fours. His hands rubbed over my backside, kneading my sensitive skin.

“Is this okay?” he asked silently, applying the slightest pressure to my hole to imply what he meant. I looked back at him over my shoulder, biting my l*p while nodding.

With his knee, he pushed my legs a little farther apart. My heart raced as he ran his finger from my clit under me, all the way to my other entrance. “I want this, but I’ll go slow,” he reassured me in a low voice. He lined his c**k up in the back and grabbed onto one of my h**s. “Breathe in,” he instructed just like the first time.

“And out,” he said. I listened as he sunk his head into my hole. His fingers dug into my h*p as mine dug into the dirt. “f**k, Quinn. Relax,” he hissed. I did as he said, remembering that it didn’t hurt. After a moment, he gradually sank in deeper. He stopped when his h**s met my a*s.

“f**k,” Michael g*****d behind me. He hadn’t moved, and I felt ready to explode. It felt like he was filling every part of me, and it felt so, so good.

His hands squeezed my sides gently then he began to move. Instantly, my arms wobbled. The sensation was overwhelming. “Michael…” I whined softly. I had no idea what I was whining for; for him to stop, to never stop, to speed up, slow down.

My arms and legs were turning to jelly as my insides tightened. He held onto me a little tighter, picking up his pace. Michael put his arm under me, pulling me to sit up in his lap. My eyes almost bulged out of my head as he pushed in even deeper. He wrapped his arms around me, and he moved my body up and down his length.

“c*m for me, Blue. I want to feel you squeeze my c**k,” he whispered in my ear. The sounds coming out of me were unintelligible. His h**s rocked, meeting the motion of my body slamming onto him over and over. His teeth skimmed my ear, and that was it. I screamed as my o****m crashed through me. My eyes rolled back as I felt Michael explode into me, his c**k pulsing as he pumped his release.

“Holy… f*****g… s**t,” he said between exhales as we both caught our breaths. Weight sunk into all my limbs as I went limp against him. “Best… snow… day… ever.”