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  Her attention was dragged back to the present. Something watched her, she knew it, could feel it. Birds were no longer twittering in the trees, it was very quiet. The only sound coming from the light crump in the snow as she walked. A flicker of grey caught her eye, before it was gone again. Not too far off, but out of plain sight of anyone else who might be walking this path.

  Not that anyone else would be out here, the people of the village feared the woods, especially in winter. Mostly the fear was for the wild animals that lived here. Hungry animals that would eat a man, or any other creature that might be unfortunate enough to be caught. Wolves. That was the rumour keeping all the villagers safe in their houses.

  Alissia did not fear wolves, she had walked this path so many times, and her grandmother had lived safely enough for years out here. Therefore, when the grey appeared again, this time a little closer, she still felt no fear.

  Not much further, and then she would have to move off the trail and walk a little way into the forest. There her grandmother's house stood all alone, away from prying eyes.

  She turned, the path unmarked and hidden under inches of snow, but she knew instinctively where it was. Five more minutes and she would be there, it would not take long to light a fire and warm the little cottage up.

  Alissia carried some food in her basket, enough for the day; she planned to stay at the cottage for as long as she could. Then, before dark, she would return to her father, allowing plenty of time, to prevent him worrying.

  She could see the cottage. Not too far to go. However, the grey was closer now too, she could make out the outline of the wolf. He was walking parallel to her, but diagonally so that his path would merge with hers before she reached the cottage.

  Alissia started to run, the wolf started to run too, he was fast, too fast maybe. The steps of the cottage were close, she had a foot on them, but the wolf was close behind her. She reached the door, but he blurred in her vision as he leapt for her.

  She had managed to open the latch of the door; and they spilled into the cottage, snow sweeping in with them. He pinned her to the floor, so much stronger than her, she did not struggle, because already Alissia had given into the inevitable.

  His breath was on her throat, her heartbeat was rapid from running for the house, and he watched the blood pulse in her neck.

  That is where he kissed her first, feeling the strength of life as it ran through her body. His hands still pinned hers to the ground, above her head, she closed her eyes and lost herself to him as he kissed her neck, soft kisses, down over the top of her breasts as they heaved in the attempt to gain her breath back.

  He looked at her, eyes dark, his hair falling over them, his body naked, covering hers.

  “So, what would a lady like you want with a man like me?” he asked mockingly.

  Alissia giggled, “Oh, I think a man such as you would already know.”

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” Alissia said, moving her legs apart so that his body nestled between them. “Deep inside me.”

  “Who ever heard of such a thing? A lady wanting a commoner inside her.” He mimicked Seb perfectly.

  Alissia laughed, “It's a good job he doesn't know what kind of a lady I am.”

  “And what kind of a lady are you?” Till asked.

  “Why don't you find out?” Alissia moved her arms, he let them go, and she put them round his neck, pulling him towards her. She kissed him, hungry for him. It had been too many days since they had last been together like this.

  He undid her red cloak, and pulled the ribbon from her hair, letting the golden locks fall loosely around her shoulders, framing her white skin. Next his hands went to work undoing her dress, she turned so that he could get it off more easily, removing it to expose her naked body.

  She moved so she was on all fours before him, her hot wet sex ready for him. He knelt behind her, and guided himself into her, pushing deep. Alissia pushed back against him, her firm round bottom pressed into him. He gripped her hips, easing himself out again before thrusting forward with one smooth stroke.

  Steadying herself, Alissia took him over and over again, his balls slapping against her soft flesh as he lunged into her. She had missed the feel of him inside her, now she wanted as much of him as she could take.

  Her breasts swayed under her, Till used his fingers to tweak her nipples. They hardened into little peaks, making her buck against him. Pinching and squeezing them, he made her cry out, awakening the animal in her. Now she really did feel like a bitch on heat. Here was her wolf taking her from behind, driving her into a frenzy with his body.

  Close to climax now, they moved as one. Having been together in this way so many times, they knew what the other wanted, and needed. Till moved his hand to her mound, stroking her clit as he thrust into her, pushing her closer to the edge.

  Just before she peaked, his thrusting slowed, he wanted to prolong this moment for as long as he could. Alissia urged him to make her come, but he wanted to wait, to tease her, until she begged him. He liked the control he had over her at times like this, she was a strong woman, his equal, but right now, he was in charge.

  Slowly, he withdrew, before sliding back into her. He placed his free hand on her hip, stopping her from pushing herself back onto him. Agonisingly, Alissia hovered close to the orgasm she so badly wanted. He bent forward and kissed her back, all the way up her spine. Slowly and deliberately tipping her so very close to the edge, before pulling her back. She was so close. She needed to come.

  “Please Till,” she begged.

  He laughed, how she loved him, his teasing, his body, and right at this moment she adored his large cock buried inside her. She was also desperate to feel him come too. Alissia reached between her legs, and then further back to find his balls. She held them, squeezing and stroking, and then fondling them, knowing this would drive him wild.

  “That's not fair.” He laughed again, thrusting a little faster this time, his rhythm increasing.

  Alissia just managed to hold him in her hand as he moved his whole length almost completely out of her. She dug her nails into him a little, scratching the soft sensitive flesh, now it was his turn to buck his hips. The strength of his strokes made her release him, she had to brace herself, with both hands on the floor in front of her, as he rammed into her.

  Now he was moving hard and fast. His stamina always amazed her; he could keep this up for hours. She felt every stroke as he moved his hips slightly in a circling motion, stretching her tight wet pussy. She clenched her inner muscles, holding him firmly, as she felt the first waves of her orgasm reach her.

  Contracting around him, her pulsing sex pushed him over the edge and he joined her. Thrusting deep as he came inside her. Jerking his body, he emptied himself, filling her with his seed while he held her steady against him.

  When at last he withdrew, she turned to him, kissing him with a passion that still hungered for more. Turning, she straddled him, her juices, now mixed with his, wet and dripping from her pussy.

  He could not resist putting his finger inside her, feeling her hot wetness, a sign of their lovemaking. Alissia moved her hips, enjoying the feeling of him penetrating her. His thumb moved over her clit, it was so sensitive, she moved away slightly, so he brushed it more gently.

  Inserting another finger Till moved inside her, her arousal was beginning again. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, moving in the same rhythm as his fingers. She met him with her own.

  Alissia knew how wet she must be by the sound of his fingers as they slid in and out, gliding smoothly inside her. This only heightened her feelings, imagining how she felt to him, slick and warm.

  Till must have the same thoughts, she felt him harden, his thick shaft pushing against her stomach, she reached for him, taking him in her hand and began to slide it up and down. He his shaft hardened, standing up, wanting more attention. He took his fingers out of her pussy, and she held
his cock and guided it to her wet entrance.

  Lifting herself up on her knees, she held him and rubbed the head of his cock against her labia. Round and round, not going inside though, it was her time to tease him. Using her other hand she held his balls again, scratching and squeezing them. His cock twitched in her hand, wanting to find the depths of her, to sheath itself in her warmth.

  Till did not beg, instead he held her still and pushed inside her firmly, she did not resist, settling herself on him, until he was inside her fully. Now Alissia set the tempo, she moved as she wanted, up and down on him, circling her hips while she rode him.

  Till found her nipple with his mouth, teasing it, making it hard and erect before moving onto the other one. He was not too gentle, grazing her nipple with his teeth as she drove him mad with the motion of her body.

  There was no prolonging the moment this time. Alissia rode him hard, and they both came, Trill pushing his hips up to meet her as she rose and fell onto him. He threaded his hands under her arms then over her shoulders, holding her down so he could push hard into her.

  Trembling, she was overcome by powerful waves of pleasure; she kissed him, burying her face in his neck, breathing him in. The musky scent of him, the smell of the forest, it was all so intoxicating to her.

  ***

  Till felt her trembling, and held her close, rocking her gently, as he felt the first wave of his orgasm hit. He wanted her more than life, the days when he could not see her, or touch her, were almost unbearable. He hunted to the point of exhaustion sometimes just to get her out of his mind.

  She was his mate, he knew it, and she knew it. The scene in the village today had made him want to rip that stupid idiot's throat out. Luckily, she also brought out the best in him, and he had been able to laugh, because he knew she was his, and no one could change that.

  When he came inside her, it was with the thought that soon they would mate and he would give her a child, and she would be his forever. It was a sweet thought, and one he savoured above all others, he could provide for her, care for her as no rich man could.

  They just needed to find the right time to tell her father, but it was getting harder to wait, every time they made love, the bond between them became stronger.

  ***

  For a long time they lay, in each other's arms, kissing, touching and stroking the other's skin. When Till's stomach growled, Alissia got up to retrieve the basket she had brought with her.

  She realised that the house was warm, and saw he must have come here earlier to light the fire. She smiled to herself, knowing he had done it for her. Till never felt the cold; it had something to do with the wolf blood that ran in his veins.

  She pulled on a simple shift dress and Till dressed in some clothes that were kept in the cottage, then they set out the food and ate. They talked about their families, Till asked how her father was feeling, and if there was any interesting news from the village.

  Alissia asked after his family, she had met a couple of his brothers, but never his parents. She had never gone to his house, but had seen his brothers in the forest one day. Till had been there, and they spoke briefly, but they did not let on that they were lovers. Alissia was not sure if they had known anyway, wolves had a way of knowing things that a human would be oblivious to.

  “When should I ask your father?” Till blurted it out. It had been on his mind, but it never seemed the right time to ask her.

  “Ask my father?” She repeated. “What for?”

  “You.” Till stated.

  She knew she had been trying to avoid it. Hoping her father would let her come and live in the forest, then gradually introduce him to the idea of allowing his only daughter to marry Till.

  Now she knew that was not going to be enough. Till had been patient, but the urge to have her as his mate, and for the world to know it, was becoming stronger. He needed to claim her.

  The scene with Seb had been a close shave. She knew it could have gone horribly wrong, and Seb could have lost his life. Wolves were very possessive of their mates, and if Seb had made a wrong move instinct would have taken over and Till would have killed Seb. It was a measure of how much Till trusted Alissia's feelings for him that he had been able to let it go so easily.

  “My father still mourns my mother, I don't know how he would cope if I left too,” Alissia said, trying not to sound as if she was making excuses.

  “Is that the real reason, or is it because you know he will not approve?” Till could see what she was doing.

  “Of course not. I just need to give him a bit more time.” Alissia started to clear the food away.

  Till reached out and stopped her, turning her to face him. “I can't wait much longer. If you are afraid to ask him, I will come and see him.”

  “No!” She had not meant for it to come out so sharply.

  “Why? Are you ashamed of me? Ashamed of what people will say?” he said accusingly, his temper beginning to rise.

  “Don't be silly. You know I want this as much as you.” She put a hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

  However, Till was not in the mood to be soothed. “So much that you will choose to run away with me, if he says no.”

  Alissia had never questioned that her father would eventually say yes. She lived with the belief that he would come round, even if it took a bit of time. “It will not come to that, Till.”

  “Are you sure? Can you be so certain your father will not think the same as that fool did today? We live in different worlds Alissia. Just because this is something you want to happen, doesn't mean it will without a struggle.”

  Now Alissia felt angry. “You make me sound like a spoiled child who thinks she can get anything she wants.”

  Till was silent.

  “Is that what you think I am? A spoiled child who stamps her foot and gets what she demands.” The hurt was clear in her voice. That was not what she was like; she simply wanted everybody to be happy.

  “No, that's not how I see you. It is only...I know how much you love me. But I fear you love your father more.”

  Alissia looked at him, unsure of what to say. She loved her father, but what she felt for Till was so much more. It was deeper and wider than anything she had ever felt, sometimes she felt consumed by it. As if some outside source were controlling.

  Unfortunately Till took her silence as an acceptance of what he had said. They had never quarrelled before, and he was not used to feeling this angry, or hurt, around her.

  “I need to calm down. Go home Alissia, think about what you really want.” He quickly removed his clothes, opened the door, and before he was outside, he had shifted into his wolf form, and was gone. A blur of soft wolf fur, disappearing into the forest.

  Chapter Three

  Alissia got dressed, straightening her hair and making sure she looked presentable. Refusing to let the tears that threatened, spill from her eyes. Keeping herself busy, she packed everything away, tidying the little cottage, trying not to think of their disagreement.

  When she had calmed down, she sat and watched the fire until it had burned down to ashes, prolonging her stay as long as possible. At last, feeling cold, she wrapped the red cloak around her, put up the hood and left, carefully latching the door behind her.

  The afternoon was late, she hurried home as quickly as she could, lost in thought. She went over and over it in her mind, trying to fathom out what she should do to make it right between her and Till, without losing her father.

  As she walked, she was aware of being watched, it gave her some cheer to know that he was still there, making sure she came to no harm. Of course he would, she was his mate, he would kill to protect her, and no stupid squabble between them would make any difference. It was something they had to learn about each other, they were bound to fall out over some things, but it did not mean they did not love each other.

  She reached the village, if she had been much later the gates would have been shut, and she would have had to answer as to where she h
ad been until so late. Hurrying home she thought how this was another reason why she would like to leave the village. It was one thing to understand why certain rules were in place to protect people, it was another thing to actually want to spend your whole life living by them.

  Her father was waiting for her when she got back. He came over and kissed her cheek, then helped her remove her cloak.

  “Where have you been all day?” he asked.

  “I walked to grandmother's house,” she told him, although omitted her meeting with Till.

  “Your house,” he corrected her.

  “I never really think of it like that, but yes, my house.” A smile came to her lips.

  “You spend a lot of time there.” He stated. Alissia wondered where the conversation was going. Her father never took much interest in what she got up to, she was free to come and go as she wished.

  “I like the peace and quiet,” she said truthfully.

  “You are so much like your grandmother,” her father said.

  “Is that a bad thing?” Alissia had often wondered what her father thought of her grandmother living all alone in the forest. Most people in the village thought she was a little strange, no one ever said anything directly to Alissia, but she was sure people had a good gossip about it behind their backs.

  “That would depend on what your thoughts for the future are,” said her father, sounding a little uncomfortable at the direction of the conversation, but carrying on anyway. “Your friends are all married, it is time you got married too.”

  Alissia was worried, where had this come from all of a sudden? “Am I not good company father? I like looking after you.”

  “I know. But if you had an offer of marriage, you should take it. Not put it off for my sake,” he replied.

  “An offer? What makes you say that?” There was no way Till could have come and asked her father for her hand in marriage, could he? No, Alissia knew that her father would not be this agreeable to the notion of her marrying Till. So what, or who, was her father hinting at?

  “Well, it's Seb,” he started.