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Story: The Wolf of My Eye
His voice was husky as he whispered against her ear, “I love you.”
“Oh,” she moaned in delight, “me too.” But that’s all she could say because she was so wrapped up in his intensekisses and intimate strokes. Then a jolt of pleasure raced through her, and she was tumbling off the cliff into an exquisite climax. “Ohmigod, aye!” She shuddered as the orgasm pulsed through her and she was grasping at him, wanting him in her now.
He spread her legs farther apart with his knee, and then he inserted his arousal into her, pushing deep. Her breath caught, and she wrapped her legs around his as he began to thrust. She had him just where she wanted him.
He felt so good inside her, and she was so glad they had come together as mated wolves for this and so many other reasons.
***
Maisie was so easy to love and make love to. Her eyes had darkened with arousal as he slanted his mouth over hers and she began to explore his mouth deeply, tonguing him with her delicious kisses. He loved the way she caught him with her legs and claimed him as he thrust deeply into her.
Then he licked her nipples, mouthing them as he continued to thrust, delighting in the satiny feel of her lush breasts and the way she shuddered when he loved on them. He caressed her breasts and relished the way she arched against him, every close contact of the heated, rewarding kind. But then he began kissing her sweet mouth, and she nipped at his lips, her hands cupping his face, her mouth pursuing his possessively. He kissed her deeply again to taste her fully, their tongues tangoing in a sensual kiss.
He pushed fully into her, gliding out and surging deeply in again. She was clenching hard as if she was getting ready to have an orgasm again, and she did. As soon as he came with an explosive ejaculation, she cried out his name, and he realized she had climaxed at the same time.
“I’m so glad we didn’t run as wolves first.” She sighed heavily and kissed his chest. “When you were dancing with me, I was so primed for this.”
“The same thing with me. I couldn’t have run as a wolf as well until a particular part of my anatomy had settled down.”
She laughed. “I love you, my hunky wolf.”
“I love you, my beautiful mate.”
***
The next morning after Maisie and Anne served the guests breakfast and cleaned up the three rooms that would have new guests later, Maisie, Robert, William, and Chelsea dressed to go fishing. They were launching two boats off the MacQuarrie beach, all ready to fish, excited. It was a beautiful day, overcast—perfect for fishing—and warm, though the wind off the water was always cool.
They had their life preservers, fishing buckets, flares—this time!—ice chests, fishing rods, tackle boxes, a gallon of water for each of them, beef jerky and granola bars in case of emergency, fillet knives, extra-long rope in the event they needed more for an emergency towing, and first aid kits!
Then they pushed their boats into the water and motored out to fish. Both of the boats were seventeen-foot unsinkableBoston Whalers that were good and stable on ocean waves. These were equipped with GPS plotter/sounders, fix-mounted VHF radios that had a range of fifteen to twenty miles, and emergency beacons. They didn’t plan to have any trouble, but they knew trouble could find them when they were least expecting it.
“This is so much fun,” Maisie said to Robert as they motored out into the water, found the area where they wanted to fish, tossed the anchor in, and cast out their lines.
“It is,” Robert said. “We’ve been so busy that it is nice to take a break and just relax, especially because the clinic will be open upon our return from our honeymoon.”
“Aye. Do you think we’ll catch any fish?”
“With luck, sure. Maybe between the four of us, we’ll manage.” Robert waved at William and Chelsea nearby.
Often fishing boats hunted the fish together, though they had to watch out that they didn’t run into each other. But they should be okay, anchored some distance from each other.
Chelsea and William were taking selfies fishing and laughing. Even though it was all faked, they looked so real while they did it. They finally settled down to fish, too, when a large school of pollock began to swim under the boats.
“Oh, wow, unreal,” Maisie said softly.
Everyone concentrated on fishing and began catching pollocks. For the area, they were some of the hardest-fighting fish, pound for pound. As soon as they began catching them, the pollocks were fighting to get back into the kelp. Maisie was trying hard not to lose the fish or her fishing pole.
“How many do we have now?” Chelsea asked, struggling to get her fish under control and William using a landing net to bring the pollock in.
“Six for us,” Robert called out, helping Maisie with hers.
“Four for us,” William said. “We’re catching up. Got another one.”
Then the school passed them by.
“That should be good enough for a feast for everyone,” William said.
That’s when they heard a boat coming toward them. They thought it was another fishing boat, wanting to cash in on their good fishing spot, but the boat wasn’t slowing down, and the school of fish had already left.
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