Page 5 of Weston (Sheppard’s Shadow #4)

Rogen had had enough waiting for him to make the first move. He had told her that he’d wait on her to make it, but she thought that he’d been joking. This was no longer funny. Nor did she find it fulfilling. She wanted him, and he was going to fuck her or else. Finding him in his office, she didn’t hesitate to make her needs known to him.

“I want to have sex with you. I don’t care where or anything like that, but I’d like to have it soon. I’m sick of waiting.” Weston told her, no, he’d not have sex with her. “What do you mean, no? We’re mates. We’re supposed to have lots of sex. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Is there something wrong with me?”

“No, nothing wrong. I did tell you that I wouldn’t rush you since you were living in this house. But I want to make love with you. Not sex, not fucking but making love.” She asked him what the difference was. “Sex is a mutual coming together to get your rocks off. I’m not saying that making love isn’t the same thing, but it will be to me. I don’t want to fuck you either. That sounds like we’re strangers just getting together for a mutual gain. While that is too something that I want, I don’t want you that way. I want to taste you, your skin, and your breath. I want to feel your skin quiver under my fingers, your body to respond to mine. I want you to need me to complete you. To have you come when I do. That’s what I want and more.”

Moving toward him, she didn’t know if she wanted to smack him or take him. Looking at the desk he’d been sitting at, she wondered if it would hold them up for the kind of fucking that she wanted. And she did want him. In the worst sort of way, she could get him.

“Yes…I, please. Please, Weston.” She gripped his shoulders, and, lifting one leg up then the other, she wrapped them around his hips, anchoring her ankles at his back, and began riding him harder, tighter with his help. “This is what I want. To feel you making love to me like I’m everything in the world to you.”

“You are everything in the world to me. You have been since the day I met you. I’ve wanted to claim you, to make you mine in any way that I could. I love you, Rogen Sheppard. And I will for the rest of my life, too.” She pulled her blouse off and tossed it to the floor. “More. I want to see all of you, please.”

She just stared at him. Her mind was confused while her body was full of lust. It was at that moment when she knew that he’d never leave her. Why? She didn’t know where those thoughts came from, but she knew deep in her heart that Weston would care for her forever and a day.

“I want to come all over you, love. I want to take this first time slowly for you. Taste you, as I said. Make love to you, heart and soul.” Nodding, she moved closer to him. Her body, though she was clothed, was in desperate need of his touch, his breath…just as he’d said, she wanted him to make love to her.

Reaching down, she undid his pants, pulling the zipper over his hardening cock was hard. There was a slight wetness to his briefs, and he made her hungry for more of him. Just his touch wasn’t enough. Rogen wanted all of him now.

As she watched him, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped his hand up and down. A drop of cum seeped from the tip. It was what she needed to make the movement slick and fast while she joined him at his cock. She could barely get her hands fully around him. His shaft was so thick.

Licking her lips, a need to take him into her mouth made her hungry and aggressive. She started forward, her head bent to take him into her mouth, reaching for him, and he stopped her. Her heart, beating hard in that moment, seemed to shatter. But when she looked up at him, his smile was pure sin. Her pussy seemed to swell then, and she wanted Weston to take her hard.

Moving toward him, slowly and with purpose, she put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. Weston was all she ever wanted in a man, and she nearly forgot that. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

~*~

Weston knew that they weren’t going to last long if they were both naked. Instead of pulling her clothing free, all he did was push her breast up until it spilled out of the bra, and he was happy when it bounced slightly.

Her nipple was pink and tight. As much as he wanted to savor the sight, need pushed him forward, and he took her into his mouth and suckled the firm flesh. He suckled hard and firmly, pulling the tight nub in as deeply as he could into his mouth until she wrapped her hands into his hair and pulled him back. When he scraped his teeth gently over the swollen peak, he drew a tiny drop of blood. As he licked the tiny wound, tasting her, Rogen tossed back her head and came apart, screaming her sudden release.

He held her to him as she began to settle, his body screaming for its own release, but not now, he thought, not without the bed beneath them. He wasn’t going to take his mate for the first time on the floor. Because after his first taste of her skin, the first lick across her warmth, he knew he’d found his true mate.

His cock was hard and aching to have her. To fill her up as much as he could. Stripping down to nothing and tearing at her own clothing as he stood there, he stood before her as a man in love and one with a need only she could help him with. When she reached for him, he took a small step back.

“No. Not yet. I would like nothing better than to have you wrap your mouth around me, but I want to taste you more. Next time, I promise you’ll be able to do what you want, but next time. Oh sweetheart, you’re wet, so wet I can see the dampness on your curls.” He let go of his cock and touched her pussy with his nimble fingers. As much as he wanted to roll his eyes in the back of his head, he didn’t because he didn’t want to miss a single thing in their making love for the first time.

His finger moved slowly along her nether lips, up and down like he had his cock when they’d been dressed. The friction was nearly too much, but she held onto him. Her body responded, and he could smell her pussy weep more. He hadn’t touched her yet, not touched her where she needed, he knew, but it was getting harder and harder for him to wait for her and the right time. When his finger slowly entered her heat, she opened her legs wider and raised her hips up to meet him. He could have come in that moment.

“Please, Weston. I want you. I…there’s a need, something…I don’t…you have to fill it for me, please, fill me before I die.” Her hips moved up and down with his finger, and when he inserted another into her, she nearly came up off the bed. Whimpering now, she moved faster with his fingers. It was what she wanted in that moment and more. She wanted him to touch her like she was something or someone special. To take her breath away when he kissed her.

“I need to stretch you love. You’re too tight to take me inside of you yet. I don’t want to hurt you in any way. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fill you with my cock?” He was moving faster now; her body was on fire where he could feel it. To form words would have been too much for him to imagine. Yes, he screamed in her mind. The connection between them was stronger now.

“Yes, oh yes, please.” He felt rather than saw her move, her body straining to get to something more from him. Moving them to the bed, making sure that she was in the middle where he could have his fun, Weston kissed his way to her hips and beyond. Christ, he wanted her so badly.

When he kissed her thigh, she started to clamp her legs closed, but he held them open with his hands and fingers. She was panting now. He could hear her, their need for each other making him ache for release.

With his fingers, he opened her nether lips and ran his tongue inside her, lapping at her, tasting her she knew. When his mouth closed over her clit and suckled into his mouth, she screamed out her climax filling his mouth with her juices, but he didn’t stop. While his fingers fucked her, his mouth teased and nipped at her until she came again and again.

“Please, Weston, please. I want you. I want to suck your cock. Now. I want you to come in my mouth.” As she reached for him, pulling away from his very talented tongue, she pushed him back against the footboard. She leaned forward and stroked the length of him with just the tips of her fingers. His hiss made her bolder.

“Take me, love. Take me in your mouth. I want to fuck your hot mouth and shoot cum deep into your throat.” It took her a few moments to get into a position to do what he wanted.

She swiped her tongue across the tip of the large, deep purple head, taking the cream into her mouth. He hissed again. Bolder than she had ever been in her life, she wrapped her lips around him and licked again. She loved the way he responded. He pumped into her.

While she didn’t know what she was doing but, taking her cues from him and his body, she licked and nipped every inch of him, up one side of him, then down the other of his long, stiff shaft. When she felt his hand touch the back of her head, she felt him guide her, show her what he needed. Soon he was pumping into her hard, his cock bumping the back of her throat again and again.

“I’m going to come to Rogen. Fuck, I’m coming!” Seconds later, she felt the first hot explosion hitting the back of her throat. He pumped harder into her, pulsing into her over and over. She swallowed him, his cum. Loving the salty taste that she knew was unique to him. He lifted her up and turned her over onto her hands and knees. She was ready, she thought, so ready for his cock to be deep inside of her. Moaning, she moved back against him.

He licked his tongue across the skin at her shoulder that was caught between his teeth and moaned as he nipped at her skin. He released the holding bite, and moved his mouth along her bare shoulder, and nuzzled his mouth against the point of her neck that met the shoulder. He kissed the warm, silky skin and nipped at the pulse beating there. Need, his need to mate, dominating her thought process completely. Even if she could have had a thought.

He felt her move beneath him, her fingers gripping his hand. Moving his mouth lower, he followed the vein along her throat, and then he stopped at the base of her neck. Her own moan vibrated along her throat against his mouth. He ran his hands down her arms, caressing them as he went. His tongue licked the area there, taking more of her taste into his mouth. His body leaned closer to her, and his legs tightened around her as he gently covered her with his length. He ran his tongue up the length of her neck, moving along her hot blood as he went.

When his mouth met her jaw, he moved up and gently swept his mouth against hers, brushing his lips across the fullness of hers, the heat. Once, then again, breathing her in as he went back and forth until he felt her respond to him. He nipped at her bottom lip and suckled it into his mouth, pulling more of her flavor into his mouth. He pulled back an inch and looked into her eyes, waiting for her to look back at him.

When their eyes met, Weston slowly moved the last inch to her mouth and rocked against her core with his cock. Moving his right hand down her ribs, he slipped it beneath her, spreading his hand wide, pressing her to him. His left hand moved to her head and, angling her head, held her to him as he kissed her. His mouth covered hers as he rolled over and brought her body over his, cradling her between his legs.

He moved his hands down her ribs and cupped her ass, pulling her tight against his hard cock. Moaning deep, he reached further, never breaking contact with the sweetness of her mouth, and grasped her thighs. Tugging her up and widening her legs, he settled them along his own hips this time. When she moved against him on her own and began riding him, he sat up, bringing her with him. They were chest to chest now.

Grasping her hips, he moved her faster and harder against him. He slipped his hand to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside. He felt her fingers move along the buttons of his shirt as he cupped her breast, still covered in the scrap of material of her bra. Pressing them together, he ran his thumb over the stiff peaks of her nipples as she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“Rogen, baby. I want to suckle; I need to suckle your breast in my mouth.” His voice had deepened; he felt that as much as he heard it. I need to be inside of you as well. Please let me take you.”

He didn’t wait for an answer but lifted her hips up from behind as he took her. Almost as soon as he entered her pussy, he came apart.

The pain took its time being known to him. Each time he took a breath, he could feel it moving over him. He knew what it was. It was his claiming his mate. It was then that he realized that this could be happening to her as well, and he reached for Rogen.

She wasn’t close to him, not close enough for him to touch anyway. When she cried out, her whimpering voice telling him that she was hurting too, Weston wanted to go to her and help her, but it wasn’t to be. He was writhing in his own pain right now and could barely contain his own screams.

His cat cried out and then curled tightly around his body. It was the first time in his life that he’d ever thought of his cat as someone other than a part of him. When he moved, stretching out his claws to grab at something other than the air, Weston knew a new kind of pain when, again, he met with nothing more than air.

Waking up, he was in his bed, but he was terrified to move, fearful of whatever kind of fresh pain might be brought to him. Rogen lay beside him, but she wasn’t moving either. He was sure of what happened but not of what had caused it.

“The faeries said that we were to lie here for another hour. I’m all for that, but they seemed to be overly worried that we’re going to be getting up and moving around.” He asked Rogen who she had spoken to. “Syrup. What an adorable name. He said that our bodies are going to take time to adjust to what has happened to us. What did happen to us?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure. I feel like I’ve been wrung out and then left in the sun to dry. How are you feeling?” She told him that was pretty much the way that she felt as well. But more on the hung out to dry in a blizzard. “You’re cold?” Weston thought about it for a moment. “You know what? I am, as well. I don’t think I’ve ever been cold since the first time that I shifted.”

“Who put us in bed? I mean, we were naked when we fell to the floor.” He didn’t remember falling to the floor but didn’t say anything. Wiggling his toes, he felt like he was pulling muscles from his head just to do that little bit of work. “You were told not to move, smart ass. Just lie still.”

“I have to pee.” She laughed at him then, telling him that she’d had to go for the last ten minutes. “Well, if I don’t get up soon, we’re going to have to get a new bed. I really need to get up.”

After swinging his legs off the bed, he had to lay there for an additional ten minutes. It wasn’t as if he hurt; he didn’t hurt any longer, but he was exhausted. He wanted to blame it on the most incredible sex he’d ever had, but he also knew that couldn’t be all that. He was just about as tired as he’d ever been.

When he was finally able to get up from the bed, he staggered, holding onto things as he made his way there. Once he was in the bathroom, he had to hold onto the sink or fall face-first into the commode. After using the toilet, washing his hands felt like it was too much. The sensation of water running over his fingers was akin to having his body turned inside out again. He barely made it back to the bed before he was ready for a long nap.

Waking up the next time, he was glad to see that Rogen was sleeping, too. He felt better than he had before, not nearly as exhausted, so when he got up to use the bathroom again, he didn’t have to hold onto things as he made his way back. Sitting on the side of the bed, he contemplated getting himself dressed or taking another nap. He convinced himself that getting up might cost him something, but he couldn’t lie around in bed all day when he had work to do.

The second time he made his way to the bathroom to shower, he did feel better. Rogen was still sleeping, so he took his shower quietly. If anyone were to ask him, he’d tell them that he was straight up fine when, in reality, he was just like a newborn, too tired to think beyond lying down again.

The kitchen was full of activity when he got there. Apparently, Mae, the cook, was helping the faeries make more jam and jelly. He didn’t know how well dandelion jelly was going to go over, but he did take a taste and thought that it was delicious. While he was being given his breakfast, Rogen joined him in the vast room.

“There are several things that have come up. Which would you like to hear first?” Pancake and Syrup were running point it seemed on things that they were to take care of. “The mistress of the lands, our queen, wishes a word with the two of you when you are up to it. She seemed to think that it would be a couple of days, but we were going to remind you when you felt better. I had not known you were ill. Is there anything that I can do to help you, sir?”

“I’m fine and am ready when you are to tell me what’s been going on.” He told him how Hank had been released in order to be watched in the event that he went to his parent’s home. “He isn’t coming here again, is he?”

“No. We have taken care that he will not come here again. We’ve made it so that he has forgotten that he wishes to live with you. For now, he is content to live in one of the hotels in town. They know too not to allow him to go without paying. Some of our kind have been running the business for some time now.” Weston nodded and asked why they thought that he’d go to his parents. “Mistress Sunny has made him think that it is vital that he finds them for his wellbeing. I’m not sure how that magic works, but she does have us keeping both our eyes on him, so he can’t leave without one of us following him.”

He did have a moment of humor rolling over him, thinking about how that conversation went about them keeping both their eyes on the man. The faeries were the best to have around, but they could also be the worst. He did so enjoy their ways of thinking too.

The rest of the news they had was things that were going on in the rest of the family. Archie had finally been able to move into the new leap house with his offices. The rules that he had for his own leap were making their way to all the people who were a part of it, too. The teaching of the leap too was going well as they were getting more work done, too.

“What do you know of the money from the Feds? Has anyone talked to them about it?” Syrup said that while the money wasn’t in the bank as yet, he knew that it was coming. He even knew how much was coming and told them so. “Good. That’s really good. We’ve already started getting someone to build the jail for us, so now we can talk to the people about the schools. There is a lot of work needed to be done for both places.”

By the time he was finished with his breakfast, he had another long list of things that he needed to get started on. The school was going to be built in the summer months so that there wouldn’t be any disruption to the class time. Also, they were going to be using some of the storage units that were being built to put the things in it that the new school wouldn’t use. Chalkboards and some of the other outdated items would be sold at auction at a later date. In addition to the things from the classroom, there would be things like the outbuildings that had been brought in to use for classes that would be sold as well. Little things and big things that would sell off, and all the money would go to the teachers to use to make their school rooms look good for the students. He liked that idea a great deal.

“The playground equipment has arrived.” He asked where the money came from for that. It had been put off until more money was found from the other mayor’s theft. “It was donated by the queen. It doesn’t say that on the invoice, but she did want to make sure that the children had plenty of things to have fun with in the warmer months. Children make their own kind of magic that we all get something from.”

Sitting in his office nearly two hours after he’d gotten up, Weston was ready for a long nap again. It wasn’t that he was that tired, but he was beginning to feel like he’d run a marathon. Just getting his computer turned on, Leanord, Rogen’s brother, showed up. He would do anything for her family, and even being busy, he’d drop everything to help them out.

“I want to find some farm that I can purchase. I have a buyer for ours at home. We all want to move here.” He told him that he knew of three farms that were up for sale, and then he asked him how much land he wanted. “Enough that Toby and I can farm it together. Enough, too, that we can hire some hands to help us out when the time is right. Having our equipment shipped here is going to save us a great deal of money, but we need to have enough land to support us and make the payments on the tractors and other equipment that we have.”

Weston had heard that some of the farming tractors that his new family had were expensive, but he’d not thought that they’d be in the millions of dollars for everything that they had. He could also understand why they were having it brought here rather than to sell it off and start again. That alone made him think that the Watson brothers were bigger farmers than he thought they were. He also liked the idea that the two of them were thinking of staying in business so that they could provide for their families.

Weston went with the two of them, both Toby and Leanord, to look over the land. Most of the fields hadn’t been plowed in a decade, the expense being too much in this town. The two properties that they were most interested in were going on the auction block in a few days, and them having all the specs ready certainly helped them with information about the land.

“I’m thinking that we could get a better deal by going to the auction rather than through the bank. I know they have a minimum on it, but it’s not nearly as much as they’re asking for the land.” Weston had to let them work out the numbers for the land as he’d never had to deal with it before. “I think that if we wait too, we can get some of the equipment that is being sold off too. Did you know that one of the ranches is selling off their standing cattle, too?”

“I’m sorry to say that I don’t know much about what is going on in my little town.” Toby told him that wasn’t anything to be sorry for. If he didn’t know, then he simply didn’t know. “You’re right, of course, but I wish I could be more of a help to you about this.”

“You have been. Not just with this but with our sisters, too. Getting them started on some of the houses around here is going to make this a family effort. My wife is a teacher, and she’s hoping to be able to teach here in the fall. You’ve provided us with housing, which I don’t know if you’re aware of this or not, but it has made it easier for us to decide that we want to be nearer to Belinda and Rogen. You’ve done a lot for us, Weston. A great deal more than we’ve ever had from our previous town mayor.” He thanked him. “Now, if you could get us the information on your brother to join his leap, we’ll have everything that we need to get things finalized for us living here.”

Weston laughed when Toby told him that he was joking. It had already been set up for them to join the leap, and as far as he knew, they were also joining other things around town. The council for the town, a sort of nosey bunch that had their hands into everything, was now going to be run by Belinda, and he couldn’t have been happier about it.

They met up with Beau as he was leaving the YMCA from one of his classes. He was learning how to cook. Not to be a big-time chef or anything, but so that he could cook a meal for himself and his family if it came to it. He, in turn, was teaching Jameson and Nash how to cook, too. This week, he was learning how to grill vegetables on the grill and how to know when a steak was done. Things that he didn’t know either.

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me the other day.” He’d not known that Beau had been hanging out with the other two men. But then, Beau had always been the most social of all of them. “You were telling me that I could raise a couple of goats to get to my lawn, and I like that idea. Also, what you told me about them keeping some of the vining troublesome weeds out of my area.”

“We’re going to have goats for that same reason.” Toby laughed. “There is also the benefit that my wife wants to see about making goat cheese for us. She’s always been the one who could squeeze a dollar until it screamed. But she figures that since we have to have them anyway, why not profit off of them for some cheese. My kids love goat cheese.”

Toby had four kids, all of them under the age of ten, and he seemed to be the happiest man he’d ever met. Also a great dad. There was never a time when he wasn’t out in the yard with one of them having some fun. Weston wanted to have children, too, but he was going to be a great dad like his new brother-in-law. Toby was the best.