Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Earlier that evening…
Mate. Mate. MATE.
Leo was about to lose his fucking mind. After he’d listened to the endless parade of Lionesses, and their overachieving mothers sing their praises, he wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of the Palace with Sheila.
She had ignored his texts, was not in his bedroom when he went to search for her. And yes, he looked. He’d stalked out of the interview room, leaving a dozen angry Lionesses waiting, but she was gone.
His unclaimed mate was nowhere to be found, and his Lion had nearly shredded him from the inside out. He felt raw fear for a full minute till it almost crippled him. Then, after he’d regained his senses, Leo made a few phone calls.
“Yeah, she’s here, man. Everything cool?” Derrick Rand had picked up his phone on the second ring.
“It will be,” Leo had answered.
The Alpha of the Dire Wolf Pack had been a good friend ever since he’d introduced himself. He was someone Leo trusted. Now that he knew Sheila was safe, all he had to do was wait. And wasn’t that a kick to his ego?
Most females, a whole fucking gaggle of them in just the last couple of hours, pursued Leo relentlessly. And yet, his one true and fated mate acted like he didn’t fucking exist.
Sure, she enjoyed what physical pleasures he offered, but even then, she’d cut him loose. Only taking the very tip of the iceberg of what he had to give. Leo had so much feeling brewing inside of him for the woman, he was about to explode. He just needed the opportunity to show her.
Shit.
He had it bad. For a normally patient man, he’d assumed it would be easy to wait her out. After all, how long could Sheila resist the mating call? Apparently longer than his Lion. The Cat was beyond lovesick. He was agitated as fuck now that he knew she was not there, safe and sound in his den.
Any dominant male, no matter how sure of himself, was liable to lose his shit, knowing his still unclaimed female was out on the town. Even with a couple of his own Lionesses at her side, it was all he could do not to give in to his Lion and race over to get her caveman-style. As in, toss her sweet ass over his shoulder, then fuck her until she couldn’t get out of bed. Sounded like a good plan to his inner animal.
Leo ran a hand over his face and worked instead. His father’s illness meant a massive amount of correspondence had gone unanswered. It took him three hours to sort through it all, and he still had dozens of emails to go through.
Eat Well Live Proud, the Pride’s major concern was doing very well. Their new expansions were right on the money, and he felt confident with those Lionesses, mainly his cousins Ariella, Annabella, and George running things.
The elders were another matter. Those older felines had a whole lot to say about how things were being run and not all of it was within their purview. In fact, after the parade of eligible women he was forced to sit through, they’d tried to get him to agree to hand over a percentage of the corporation for them to run.
That was a hard no, to which they’d all grumbled and complained. He’d finally had enough, and when he stood to leave, it was with one parting statement.
“Might I remind the elders that your job is to simply advise the King on the health of the Pride? You have nothing to say about our corporate interests. I am not the King yet, but when I rule the Blue Valley Pride, I shall disband this circle, as it is clear you have lost sight of your purpose. Good evening, ladies.”
That had not gone over well. In fact, George had to restrain one of them almost physically after they’d been dismissed. Leo had certainly stirred up the litter box. Wasn’t that just too bad for them?
The police department never put up with shit like that. He’d only been back with the Pride for a day, and he already missed his old life. Being born to rule didn’t necessarily create a desire to rule. He would do his duty, always, but his mate came first. As she should.
Fuck.
He was flustered. His Lion snarled and hissed inside of him to where Leo could hardly think. The sound of motorcycles pulling up outside reached his ears, and his feet hit the marble floor before he thought about what he was going to do or say. The Lion in him snarled.
Fuck decorum. He wanted his mate. Now.
It was all he could do not to pounce the second he saw her standing in the vestibule. Sheila’s eyes glowed with her Wolf as she took him in. He scented her conflicting emotions over the distance between them. He twitched with the need to go to her, to soothe and kiss away any remnants of whatever upset her. Only his will stopped him from doing so.
There was so much unsaid, and he needed her to hear him first. He wouldn’t just go at her like some lovesick animal, but he wanted to. Gods, how he wanted to. She was beautiful, standing there like a siren in ripped jeans and that gauzy top.
Her windblown hair had come out of its braid. Long waves spread around her like wildfire across her creamy shoulders. One errant curl dipped into the rounded collar of her shirt, finding a home nestled between her ripe breasts, making Leo jealous of her own precious locks.
He was a fool. A lovesick fool, and he didn’t give a shit who knew it. His animal was aware of others in the hall with them, but his full attention was on her. After a brief interaction, where he couldn’t even recall enough words to form sentences, Leo embraced his fur and running into the night with his mate.
If hearts could burst from happiness, then his Lion’s heart surely would just from having Sheila running at his side. She was magnificent with fire-kissed fur and sharp claws digging into the ground with each leaping bound they made deeper into the woods.
Her noble Dire Wolf stood almost as high as his massive Lion’s head. She had long, razor-sharp claws, enormous fangs, a powerful body, and eyes as blue as when she walked on two legs. Gorgeous, formidable, and perfect.
They ran and played like the wild things they both were. Leo roared into the night sky. It was his Lion’s way of telling others to be wary of encroaching on his space when he was out with his mate. He heard a few answering calls, and his beast chuffed, content because his Lions would obey.
He might not want to be King yet, but some things were beyond even a Shifter’s control. When the time came, he would be ready. First things first. He had a mate to protect and to cherish. They’d shifted back into their skin as they lay side by side on the mossy bank of the stream and Sheila had just said the words he’d been longing to hear.
“Who’s asking you to stop?” Sheila’s voice echoed through his brain as the seductress mashed her mouth to his.
Had anything ever felt more right? Never. His Dire Wolf mate stole his breath in every way, shape, and form. Kissing her was like touching a star, she burned so hot and bright, but Leo could take it. He was made to take it, and he wanted more. He wanted all of her.
Once he had his hands on her, Leo’s mind flashed to every single fantasy he’d every indulged in since the moment he’d laid eyes on the sassy little she-Wolf. But this was no fantasy. This was the real thing.
Even the taste he’d had of her before was nothing compared to the things he was going to do with her here and now, before nature, fate, and the gods themselves.
Leo pulled her down onto a soft bed of moss that lined that part of the forest’s floor. The spongy greenery made up the perfect place for what he had in mind. Sheila sighed and laid back, her trust humbled him, and he dropped his forehead to hers kissing each eyelid, then moving to her slightly upturned nose, her plump lips, that stubborn chin he loved so much, and further still.
Leo sat back to better admire her beauty. He ran his hands gently over the many curves and valleys, up and down the sweet and sultry delights of her sumptuously soft flesh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, catching the slight flash of her big blue eyes.
Leo licked his lips, holding her gaze for one more beat. He noted the hitch in her breath with satisfaction as he skimmed his fingers over the peaks of her lovely, pink-tipped breasts, teasing the tiny buds until they were hardened pebbles under his hands.
“Am I?” she breathed the question.
“Yesss.” His voice was raspy even to his own ears.
“Perfect, mate. Let me show you how beautiful you are,” he growled and leaned down, the better to savor each pebbled nub with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Sheila moaned aloud, the scent of her pleasure increased, and Leo growled. He suckled her sweet flesh, loving the sting as she reached up to grab hold of his hair and pulled. She was all ivory limbs and bountiful curves, acres of smooth, flawless skin for him alone to discover. She was a goddess in the forest, on a bed of moss, trembling beneath his touch.
Leo was one lucky Cat. She moaned his name, heightening Leo’s own desire as he licked a trail between her breasts down to her navel. Kissing her body was like taking a shot of honey and Tabasco laced whiskey. Sweet and fiery, and guaranteed to warm him inside and out.
His cock throbbed painfully, and Leo reached down with one hand to give himself a good, long tug. Fuck, he was like a steel rod and more than ready, but first he wanted a taste. Needed it. He’d dreamed of this, of sampling her tantalizing cream from the source plenty of times, but nothing prepared him for what he felt being so close to his goal.
His fangs descended, and Leo’s beast pushed forward. He’d never hurt her, of course, teeth were just another way Shifters expressed passion. And his Lion did so enjoy a good lengthy nibble. His Shifter eyesight enabled him to see despite the darkness and what a sight.
She was glorious, completely nude, and bathed in moonlight. Sheila’s plump, pink pussy lips were just ripe for the tasting. They gleamed with the evidence of her desire and his Lion purred in anticipation. All that cream, his for the taking.
Mine.
Leo moved between her legs, bending them at the knee. He parted them, spreading them good and wide until he was face to face with those glistening copper curls and the treasure beneath. Breathing in her honeyed musk, Leo’s Lion surged forward, claws tipped his hands as he carefully held her thighs wide. He had to work to push the beast aside, but eventually his Lion understood.
“This is mine,” he stated, catching her eyes before opening his lips and sliding his long tongue out of his mouth and towards glory.
Fucking hell.
He groaned as her flavors burst across his tastebuds. A feast for his senses. Sugar and spice, and Leo groaned as he lapped at her.
“Yes,” she moaned, and bucked her hips, but he stilled her with his hands,
“You’re driving me crazy,” she pleaded, and he grinned while he slowly tasted her from asshole to clit with the flat of his tongue.
“So sweet,” he groaned and watched her desperation etch into her face.
It mirrored his own, but this was something he simply refused to rush. She tried to move again, but he held her still. It was his turn to dominate. Her turn to submit. And she was going to love it. He could make sure of that.
“Patience,” he said, enjoying her musky taste, imprinting it on his tongue and his brain.
“To hell with patience, fuck me already,” she growled.
Leo smirked, holding her thighs down. Then he dipped his head and pierced her core with his tongue, loving the frantic growl that escaped her lips as he started moving slowly, then faster, then slow again. Her moans held a mixture of satisfaction and frustration, of anticipation and desire, and he reveled in them. In his ability to bring her to this state.
He would always give her what she wanted, what she needed, but when he said, and not a moment before. Sometimes, you just had to be patient. Sheila whimpered, arching her back and wiggling her hips as much as she could under his strong hands, and finally, he relented. He let go briefly, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. He slid between her folds, stretching her channel with two thick digits. He pumped them slowly in and out of her welcoming heat.
“You taste so good, mate, so sweet and hot,” he said in a voice barely recognizable.
“Leo, need you,” she moaned, and he felt her walls contract around his fingers.
“What do you need, mate?”
“You. More,” she pleaded with him.