Snowflake's Teardrop -- Chapter Two
#3 of Eben Black Series -- Snowflake's Teardrop
Moonlight danced across the streets of Paris. The distant sounds of police sirens echoed across the blackened skies. During our time in France, Kane and I had hauled up in an old abandoned cathedral. It had been in disuse for its fair share of time, there had been evidence of a few squatters, but the attic seemed to have been untouched all this time. A mattress, some sheets and a candle. It was a home away from home. Not that we had a home anymore. Before our alpha had died, our home, the home that he had set up for the werewolves in LA had been incinerated. Torched by the one wereanimal that lead the beast council. Jasper had a lot to answer for, but part of the blame I found was on our part for not being powerful enough to stand against the bastard that was now standing between us and Snow.
I sank into the window sill overlooking the Parisian rooftops, the window was open a little, a gentle breeze swept through the opening and danced across my skin. Kane was asleep, sound asleep, one of the first nights he'd slept as long as he used to. Kane's self hate was slowly receeding, and with it the nightmares he'd been enduring as well. During our time together while chasing down council members, I'd held Kane while he wept silently, he hated and blamed himself for Donovan's death. Even now he thought that if he had been there, he could've prevented his alpha's death. But in retrospect we all felt that way. I glanced over at the sleeping wolf. Moonlight glimmered over all that black fur, his naked torso exposed, while his nude lower half blanketed in the thin material of the bed sheets. His one arm flung outward, hand almost reaching toward me. I smiled as I watched him sleep.
Watching Kane sleep made me wonder what the others were doing. The last time I'd seen everyone had been in LA, before we'd divided into groups and had decided to take out council members one by one. All of us had been a broken shell of our former selves. The months we spent training, and mending ourselves had also been the time we'd mourned those we had lost. Kane I had mourned over Donovan. Basil's home had been lost. Aleksander had lost some of his people. Maximillian had lost a wife and an unborn child. Sawyer seemed to be the only one of us who hadn't lost anyone directly, but still he'd mourned. He had once been our enemy and now stood with us. That must have meant that one or more of us was worth protecting in his opinion. I had had a feeling that Donovan's death had rocked him as well. Sawyer had once been a michievous bastard when he'd first joined our group, he had tormented and teased Kane and had made sarcastic remarks where others were concerned, but Donovan was one of the few he did not make remarks to, or even look down upon. Had that been respect? It was possible. And just a little bit frightening to be honest.
"You alright?" a hoarse voice said from across the room. I looked up and found Kane sat up on the mattress.
"Yeah. Just thinking about the others." I stood up and crossed the floorboards before sinking onto the bed.
Kane leaned back against the wall, he raised his arm and I sank into that space, my head resting against his broad shoulder. "You don't think they will make it?" he asked.
I considered the question. It was the beast council we were talking about, but we had chosen the three weakest members that we knew about. Sullivan had been a breeze considering what Jasper was.
Kane watched me think and tipped my face up to look at him. Those pale brown eyes looked determined, confident almost.
I smiled and shook my head. "No. No, I believe in them. I just wish this wasn't happening, you know?" I replied.
"We will find him, Eben. I have no doubt in my mind that we will find him and take him home," Kane explained.
"I just wonder what all this will do to him when we do find him," I admitted.
"How so?"
"Think about it. Snow's memories were lost to begin with, then Bartholomew fucked him around some more. What's this going to do to Snow when all this is over?" I asked.
"Your worried this could break his mind?"
"Its possible. His mind has been fragile from the beginning, especially where his memories are concerned," I added.
"If that happens, then we'll make sure Bartholomew's death is more painful than anyone else's." I looked up at Kane and he grinned back at me.
"Your awful cheerful, considering what's happening," I replied with a smile of my own.
"We're finally getting somewhere, that's what's making me so happy. Jasper's going to pay for what he did, so is Bartholomew. For the first time in a long time I also feel strong enough to protect the ones I love," he explained. In all the time I'd known Kane, this was one of those precious moments when he allowed you to see his true personality. Normally he could be cold and closed off, especially where new people were concerned, but now he was that much more confident and settled. I raised a hand and ran it through his head fur, trailing it down over his furred jawline. He nuzzled against my palm and closed a hand over mine. He smiled at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and lost.
He drew me in closer and closed that slight distance between us. His lips brushed mine and slowly we melted against the bed sheets. I wanted him, I wanted closure. Some kind of comfort to make this unease disperse, even for a precious few seconds. I wasn't asking for much. Was I? I lay back against the mattress, Kane crawled over me, the sheets spilled from his naked body as he reached down and smoothed a hand inside the waistband of my boxers. It made me shudder to have him touch me in such an intimate place. He leaned over me, his eyes watched me shudder and moan under my breath. I reached up and smoothed my hands through his head fur, pulling him down so I could feel his lips against mine one more time. Our tongues melted against one another, as his hand slid lower and lower, rubbing over me, making me moan against his mouth. He lingered there for a heartbeat, stroking me, his hand making me hard and ready. Then he moved lower and lower, trailing soft fingertips over my furred orbs, making me shiver with anticipation. He continued searching, searching for that sweet spot that would make me call his name out. He found it. Tight and warm, he rubbed a digit over me and then began to push, to force that slender finger inside me.
I squirmed and shuddered under his touch, as I reared back and arched with pleasure and a small slither of pain too. It had been a while since I'd made love to anyone. Kane and I had been all about comfort, more than sex, but in the success of our confrontation with Sullivan and the fact that sooner rather than later we'd be encountering Snow, seemed to have roused something inside us. We wanted to fuck, and we wanted to be together, but there was a thrill under all that lust, a slight thrum of love that bound us together more and more as the days passed us by.
He began to slowly push and pull that digit from inside me. I called out in hushed whispers as he leaned over me, his mouth kissing and sucking at my neck and shoulders, while his finger invaded me and abandoned me over and over again. He soon pulled out completely leaving me almost whimpering for more. I had to wait all of a few seconds before he gripped the waistband of my boxers and pulled. He stripped them from me and tossed them aside. I moaned as he lifted my legs and braced me on my shoulders, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me against him while he kneeled on the mattress. I could feel him hard and warm, pressed against my back, I reached a hand for him and touched that warm thickness between his legs. He closed his eyes as I gripped him, squeezed him in my hand, stroked and massaged that warmth, coaxing him to get harder and harder. He opened his eyes as he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue over the tight opening that was mine. I squeezed him in my hand and moaned out his name in reaction to that silken touch. He began lapping at my hole, tasting me, savouring me.
He growled low in his chest as he probed me, pushing against me, trying to invade me as he had done with his finger. All the while he watched me, watched me with those pale brown eyes, haunting me, making me pant with an almost pained need to be fucked. I wanted him inside me more than ever. I needed him inside me more than ever.
"P-Please, Kane," I stammered as I looked back at him.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked between laps of that thick, flat tongue.
"Fuck me...please..." I begged as he watched me.
He grinned back and murmured, "As you wish." He then held me in place, while he stood, he stood over me and crouched, that thick, hard member pointed down, pressed against my opening. God I wanted him now! I gripped at the bed sheets as he slowly pushed down, pushing those tight walls aside, squeezing himself inside me. His tongue had lubricated me just enough for him to not have to be too forceful. I liked rough sex as much as the next wolf, but being fucked from the get-go can make the experience more painful than pleasurable. Some folk liked that, others did not. I was one of the others who preferred a gentle start and a rough finish, to an all round rape-a-thon of my asshole.
Kane balanced himself over me, pushing inch after inch deeper and deeper, each push ending in a short, sharp thrust. I shivered as he thrusted again and again. When he was completely sheathed inside me, he began to slowly drag that throbbing member out of me. Thick pre-cum spilled over my inner walls, lubricating me further, making it easier for him to push harder with each movement. He squeezed my thighs in his hands as he began thrusting deeper and faster, his hanging orbs slapping my backside, while he gripped me hard and growled deep in his chest. He built up speed and began pounding me, harder and harder, the floorboards under the mattress creaked over and over as he pierced me with that red hot wolfhood of his. I moaned his name and leaned back, my back arched and for a heartbeat I tasted something on the air. The deep smell of the savannah heat. I'd never been big on my preternatural sense of smell, but of late since I'd bound myself closer to Adelheid, the sense had strengthened. I knew this smell. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at a familiar face.
Dressed in a pair of tracksuit sweats done in charcoal grey, and a white vest, Aleksander stood over us. Kane never faltered or stopped as he too looked up at the werecheetah standing over us. Aleksander stood at around five foot eleven, he was the second shortest male in our small group after me. He was damn cheerful almost all the time, although the last few months had been a massive test of that cheerfulness. He dropped to his knees, his pale green grass eyes looked down at me with such warmth and content. I was pleased to see him too. Kane gave a particularly deep thrust that drew a whimper of pleasure from me, I leaned up and Aleksander closed that small distance. In that moment he kissed me, kissed me deep and slow, my body rocked as Kane watched us, the sight churning him on, making him fuck me faster and faster. He pulled out for a brief moment, and lay me back down upon the mattress.
He eased back onto his knees, as I crawled down the mattress and between Kane's legs. I ran my tongue over his hot member, before taking him completely into my muzzle. I sucked and licked while gazing up at Kane. I watched as he shivered and growled while he ran a hand through my head fur. I felt movement behind me, and gazed higher as someone mounted me from behind. Aleksander was naked now, lean and toned under the yellow and spotted black fur. His long, sleak tail trailed along the mattress, while he leaned on his palms, on either side of me. He grinned down at me as he touched his own member at my entrance. He slipped in with ease and soon he found a quick rythmn that only he could begin fucking at. He growled low in his chest as he rocked himself inside me, each thrust ending quick and harsh, making me loose concentration on Kane for a moment. Kane began a slow thrust of his own hips, and matched them in time with Aleksander's. Each thrust slammed into me, making me moan and whimper with pleasure between the two of them.
"Fuck, I never thought I'd ever get to do this to you before," Aleksander growled.
"I don't think he ever expected this either," Kane replied with a grin at the other wereanimal.
"I'm close," Aleksander grinned back.
"Same here."
The two continued thrusting harder and faster, leaving me wet in both orifices that they were assaulting. The two cried out and thrust deep, holding me in their hands as they reared back and endured the orgasm that rocked their bodies. Thick seed spilled across my inner walls, and across my tongue. I swallowed down Kane's offering, while Aleksander painted my insides with his thick cheetah spunk. The two held me in place when their orgasm ended, and then slowly they stood up, slipping their members from inside me. I shuddered as I felt Aleksander's cum spill from my hole.
"Someone needs a shower," Kane grinned as he stood. He looked shaken, as if he may drop at any moment.
I rolled onto my back, still hard between my thighs. I gripped myself and arched my back again as I began pumping my shaft over and over. I wanted to cum, God I wanted it so much.
"Forget the shower, someone needs some help getting off," Aleksander purred. I looked up as the cheetah crawled over my body and stradled me. I wondered what he was up to at first, and then moaned as he took my member in his hand and slowly lowered himself down onto me. His opening, tight and warm stretched around me, as he pushed himself down inch by inch. I called out with pleasure and gripped his waist for something to squeeze. I knew that Aleksander was up for most things, but I never anticipated he'd be up for something like this.
Instinct took over when I was sheathed inside Aleksander's opening. I bucked my hips up into him, sinking myself as deep as I could bit by bit. I thrust inside him, like I'd never have the chance again. My thrusts started deep and hard, but soon became ragged and almost desperate. I needed to reach my orgasm soon. I could feel it roil inside me like some deep breathing beast. I called out Aleksander's name and buried myself as deep as I could. A brief moment later I spattered his inner walls with my seed as he had done to me. Aleksander moaned and gave me a satisifed expression as he lowered himself over me and kissed me deep. I don't know what it was, but even though I was fucking him, he still felt like the dominant one. Aleksander squeezed himself around me as he dragged himself off, the sensation forcing me to writhe under him until he was completely off of me. He looked down at me for a moment and then offered me his hand.
He was right. I needed a shower. And now, so did he.
A couple of minutes later I was standing, back pressed to the tiled wall of the shower cubicle, warm water cascaded down over me, while Aleksander stood a couple of inches from me, washing his head fur and letting the warmth bathe his whole body. Kane had washed up and had gone back to bed. I was up and awake now. I had many questions for Aleksander, and Kane seemed to respect that. I opened my eyes and watched Aleksander as he let the hot water wash away the lather he'd worked into his head fur. He wiped the excess water from his eyes and looked down at me from inches away. I leaned in without a word and kissed him, kissed him gently on the lips. I broke that tender brush of flesh and found I was pressed against him. Had I truly missed him this much? No. No. This wasn't just my reaction to Aleksander being back with us, it was my inner beast's reaction to be so close to his beast too.
"Your awful cuddly tonight," he breathed against me.
"Your complaining."
"Not at all. Its just you've never really chosen me over any of the others before," he admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it, you and me will never be as in love as you are with Kane, or even...Snow. So this is a bit of a surprise," he explained.
I looked up into those pale green eyes and thought about what he'd said. He was right. Aleksander and I were close, as close as two friends could be, but I'd never been in love with him, it was simply a case of our beasts making a great connection and us simply going with it. Out of all the males I'd bound myself to, he was the one I'd had least interaction with. I'd slept with him, but never really done the whole cuddling and pillow talk that I did with the others. I cuddled him now, I cuddled against him because he was there, and during the last few months the last thing I needed was more friends and lovers disappearing.
"I'm sorry," I murmured against the damp fur of his chest.
He gripped me by the shoulders and pulled me back from him so he could make eye contact. He replied, "I wasn't looking for you to change how you act. I was just being honest. I like being friends. It makes things less complex where our relationship is concerned." He drew me back in and squeezed me between his arms. "We have enough on our plate now without worrying about complicated romances," he whispered. He was right on some level, but I had to admit that the more time I spent with Aleksander the more I liked him. When we'd first met Aleksander he'd been a proud, obnoxious alpha looking out for his people and no one else. After being bound to me he'd eased back on the pride and had become more cheerful than most.
"Speaking of our current problems; you were with Sawyer in Nevada? Right?" I asked.
Aleksander reached behind me, turned off the water and then grabbed a towel from a towel rack on the wall beside the shower cubicle.
I watched him as he stepped out and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Aleksander?" I said his name was a hint of panic now, "Where's Sawyer?" I demanded.
Aleksander grabbed another towel and held it out for me. "He's here, in Paris. But he said he needed to see someone before he came back here. I never ask questions where he's concerned," Aleksander explained.
"He's alright though?" I took the towel and draped it around my shoulders.
Aleksander opened his mouth to reply but stopped and looked deep in thought for a moment. He looked at me like I'd just appeared and replied, "He's in the main cathedral hall. I'll go and get Kane. We need to talk big time."
I watched Aleksander walk out without another word. I bit my bottom lip and wondered what the two had been up to in Nevada. It was said that the members of the beast council were dispersed around Europe, gathering in the council's meeting sanctuary in Russia every couple of months to check in with one another. The council member they had followed had travelled to Nevada on business. Seemed like the perfect ambush to me, away from those he felt most safe around and at a disadvantage. Still, I wondered what the two had been up to out there that had Aleksander so spooked?