The Beasts and Brave - Chapter 1
#19 of Eben Black Series - The Beasts and Brave
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Moonlight bathed the bedroom in the gentle, ethereal light. The moon itself was full and almost stark against the blanket of darkness that enveloped the skies. I had no time for the sheer stunning night's skies however, my eyes I realised were for the beautiful adonis looming over me. I was lying back against the dark red sheets of my bed, a mound of dark red pillows and cushions behind me as I gazed up into the beautiful blue eyes of the feline, he held himself on his forearms as he looked down at me, he'd spread my legs so he could get as close to me as possible this night. He leaned close and touched lips to mine while I ran fingers through the black-and-white striped fur on his head. He was nude, and that statuesque form looked like something that should be carved out of marble. He was warm, almost hot to the touch. We both were. This was what the full moon did to us. His tail slithered over the bed sheets and found mine, it coiled around me and the two tails seemed to make love in their gentle dance while we kissed and touched one another. I was nude also, the stark white-and-black of his muscular form stood out as my charcoal grey fur rubbed against it. I deepened the kiss, our tongues caressing one another as he began to grind himself against me.
The sheer size and heat coming from this adonis made me moan into the kiss. He broke the kiss and his lips moved down, down along my throat, along my shoulder. I pulled him close and his chest touched mine, I raked nails up and down his back, feeling the smooth fur beneath my fingertips while he ground himself against me. He pulled up and gazed down at me, his hips moved faster and faster, his length rubbing against mine, that alone was igniting the flame deep inside me, that flame responded to this man because he was our alpha. He resumed licking down my chest and found my nipple between his teeth, he traced that hardened flesh with tongue and lips, he tore that pleasure-filled moan from me again as I shivered under his touch. He pulled gently between his teeth and then continued his quest downward. He licked along my naval and worked lower. His breath was warmth against my heat. I shuddered as his thick tongue graced me and teased down along my member. He lay between my spread thighs, one arm was wrapped around my inner thigh as he licked down and circled my furred testicles, he moved his left hand under me and found my opening tight and closed. He traced a thick digit over me for a while, that sensitive skin making me shudder while he pulled one of my balls into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. He popped me out of his mouth and grinned up at the reaction I had. I smiled back into those big blue eyes and then groaned with pleasure and pain as he slowly pushed a digit inside me.
He forced that digit slowly inside me, and when he was sure I could handle it he pushed in another and another. He watched me the entire time, a look on his face that said he was enjoying the reaction he was getting. He slowly pulled out of me and went to his knees between my spread thighs. His length looked hot, hard and for lack of a better word, massive. He was the most well-endowed male I'd ever had the pleasure of taking inside me, not that I was complaining. He lifted my thighs up until my knees touched my chest, he moved closer until his warm length was pressed against me, he let my thighs sink down his forearms to the elbow before he lowered his hands to the bed sheets, he loomed over me, that six foot six frame hunched, his stomach muscles bunched together nicely as I looked down the line of my body and felt him sink slowly inside me. He pushed inch after inch inside me, with a victorious growl he sheathed himself inside me entirely. He looked down at me and leaned closer, our lips brushed against one another, again and again as he began pulling out and pushing back inside. He was so slow, forcing all of himself inside me. He was never rough unless he knew my body was accommodated to his immense size.
He broke the kiss and growled as he found a gentle but quicker rythmn. He moved in quick strokes, moving as deep as he could with each push of those slender hips. I ran my fingers through the fur along his neck and laced my fingers together as he gazed down at me, those beautiful eyes full of such heat and passion. It burned like a raw, naked inferno, lost in a never-ending rush of need and want. I raked nails down his muscular shoulders and along a pectoral. He growled over me as he sped up, his thrusts burying that raw, naked heat inside me again and again. His speed picked up into hard, deep thrusts, the sound of flesh on flesh was intoxicating. His thrusts built and built a searing orgasm inside me. He'd brought me time and time again with just anal sex. I doubted tonight would be no different.
He buried deep and held me there for a moment, his lips graced mine one last time before he began thrusting harder and faster, his flesh pounded into me, each stroke pushing the orgasm deeper and deeper. His forearms soon tensed as he growled under his breath and looked at me, a strained, almost desperate passion burning in the cerulean of his eyes. He pushed hard, his sheer strength tore moans of pleasure from me, I balled the bed sheets in my hands as I gazed up at the dominant male. He called out my name as his orgasm slammed into him. His body buried deep inside me as he spilled such intense heat inside me. I reared and arched my back as my orgasm crashed. I cried out the male's name and spilled my own seed across my stomach. We both shuddered and trembled as the aftershocks settled in. His muscular arms lowered himself down, his member left me in a spill of tiger seed, as that hulking mass collapsed beside me on the bed. He looked across at me, his heavy-lidded eyes warm and full of content now. He grinned at me as he rested an arm across my chest, careful to avoid the mess on my stomach.
"Feel better?" I grinned back at the white tiger cuddled up beside me.
He nodded and snuggled closer.
I smiled at his content and traced my fingers through the fur on his forearms. I eased back against the mound of pillows and listened to the gentle rise and fall of the feline's chest.
This is what a full moon did to wereanimals. It empowered us and drove our emotions, thoughts and desires to their absolute limitation. For the last three months though I'd had two alpha males to choose from when the moon in the skies was full and bathing us all in that celestial power. Tonight it had been Snow's turn, for lack of a better phrase. I loved him, he was beautiful and strong and dependable, but I also loved another.
Donovan Reed was the pack's alpha, I was a wolf after all and had belonged to LA's werewolf pack, under Donovan's leadership. He'd been a caring, gentle leader, but we'd never been able to be together. Up until three months ago we'd slept together, but it had never been an official relationship. His role as alpha pack leader meant if he was to mate with someone on a permanent basis, it needed to be a female alpha who could play the role of Lupine. I had come into contact with Snow, and the wolf inside me changed, transformed and became something new. I now had a Lupine residing inside me, and that Lupine had bound me to both Snow and Donovan. She'd also tried to bind me to another, but that wolf was downright refusing to speak to me. Donovan had warned me that his state of mind would madden over time from the need to be with me. It should've been happening to me too, but whilst Kane had no alpha to call his partner, I had two. And that seemed to have stopped the madness from overthrowing me. Kane was handsome, beautiful even, but his refusal to finalise the binding I'd accidentally began had driven a wedge between us. He'd taken to being alone most of the time, and during the full moon he took out his angers and frustrations in the penthouse gymnasium.
Donovan had advised we leave Kane alone for the time being until something could be figured out. Kane worried me, but whenever I tried speaking to him he'd answer with one word answers. Donovan had told me that when he was new to being a pack leader, Kane had arrived on his doorstep, bloodied and battered. He'd explained that he'd travelled from abroad when his last pack had been hunted down and killed. He'd been bound to an alpha female. But she'd been killed and it had destroyed something in Kane. When Donovan helped heal Kane and offered him a place with his pack, the two formed a brotherly bond. I soon joined the pack and Kane liked me, he liked me like he liked Donovan. During the full moons when I was new to being a werewolf, he and Donovan would alternate between taking care of me. I'd seen the gentle, passionate side of Kane, but since his previous binding, he'd refused to bind himself to anyone, me included. He'd bed me and care for me, but he wanted nothing permanent. Then I went and did exactly what he'd refused all along. Did he hate me? No. But he didn't want to be near me.
"Something on your mind?" Snow asked in that deep, exhausted voice.
"Just thinking."
"Kane?" he asked. He snuggled closer and I turned so he could spoon me.
"He's losing control, Snow. He losing his mind and its all my fault," I said.
"He's losing his mind because he's being stubborn. I've heard what happened to him, and I feel bad for him, but being bound to you is no nightmare."
I smiled at that comment. "Even considering what happened three months ago?" I asked.
He shrugged, a casual movement of those shoulders. "I accepted what had happened and dealt with the consequences."
I smoothed a hand across his forearm fur.
He added, "But I'm in no rush to disloctae my shoulder again anytime soon."
Three months ago a very bad feline had come to answer a call for help. It turned out he'd heard rumours about me, Snow and Donovan, and our bond. He was interested and eventually revealed himself to be an insane bastard. In time I had confronted him on the rooftop alongside Kane. He had been a powerful illusionist who'd tormented Kane and almost killed him, but the Lupine inside me awakened and changed me. I'd transformed into a beast of cool ice and chilled winds. I'd saw through the man's illusions with ease and wounded him, but before I could finish him he disappeared. I'd been told that like Snow and Donovan, he was now infatuated with me, but his idea of want it seemed meant disecting me like some form of test subject. He'd been a member of the beast council that lived abroad, but had since abandoned them when his new capabilities as a powerful illusionist came to light. He'd tested his powers across the country and eventually had mastered them and used them on Kane. Snow and Kane had confronted one another and in amidst the brawl, Kane had dislocated Snow's shoulder and beaten the tiger black-and-blue. The male responsible would be back, that much was certain, but he was weak compared to the power that lurked inside me. He'd keep out of trouble until he was certain he could handle me, according to Kane.
"Don't worry. I don't want that to happen anytime soon, either." I cuddled against him and saw our reflection in the mirror across the bedroom.
I stood at five foot nine, to Snow's six foot six. I was slender, and toned thanks to the swimming and running that I did. I had charcoal-grey fur, my blue eyes were not as pale as Snow's, but were not dark either. I had a pair of loop piercings in one ear, done in silver. I had noticed that there were some changes to my appearance. Pure white strands of fur graced the tip of my tail, jawline and chest. I'd been advised it might be because of the transformation I had endured three months ago. I had not transformed again since that night. The power had been tremendous and truly a rush, but when I'd turned back I'd been exhausted. It worried me that if I'd remained in that white form for too long, would it have affected me further.
I shuddered at the thought and snuggled down in the warmth of Snow's muscular arms. I had alot to worry about, but for the moment my mind strayed to what was happening tomorrow. Donovan was in the middle of bolstering a defensive line against those who would harm us. Three months ago we'd almost come under fire from humans, the massacre-experiments that the illusionist had been causing had drawn the attentions of the justice systems who's Wereanimal Protection Act, nicknamed Walker's Law, protected us from outright discrimination and being hunted and treated like monsters. Discrimination still existed and as the massacres intensified, the Law had come under fire from proposals that perhaps legalising wereanimals as members of the community had been a bad idea. We'd almost lost Walker's Law and that had frightened Donovan. He'd established a coalition and was looking to recruit the wereanimal groups that existed in LA. He already had the LA werelions on his side, and their alpha, Maximillian, was more than helpful when it came to establishing new relationships with other wereanimal alphas.
Tomorrow would be the day that the wolves and lions met with the cheetah clan. Was I nervous? Yeah. The cheetahs were not known for being awkward or unreliable, but there was still a tension there. Cheetahs ran alone in their small families in the wild, they did not run alongside wolves or lions. Wereanimals may have human sides, but there were some who retaliated and acted more like their inner beast, instead of responding as a human would. I lived with a decent, dependable pack, but I knew for a fact there were animal groups, like the tigers, who operated like actual wild tigers did, through dominance and violence. Time would tell, I suppose.