Chapter 17 - Silvercloud

So typically, when someone thinks of the personality traits of us four ranked wolves, we each have

our own vibe. Logan is the grump who's easy to piss off. John is the polite level headed one. Charles

is the rational, logical one. And I'm the laid-back one who will laugh off situations. That whole

protective growling thing I did to Azriel was out of character.

Yet nothing is more out of my usual vibe than Jaci taking more control and ripping the clothes off

Persephone. Even before I could shift, it always felt like I had Jaci riding shotgun in my head, and

after I shifted, he remained as my shotgun. I know it's not how most human/wolf spirits work, but

it's how we are. So for him to take more control caught me off-guard.

I get it. Jaci is as affected by the mate bond as I am. I just figured we had more self-control than

that. Apparently, Persephone rubbing her hand over my dick as she offered to take them off was the

straw that broke the camel's back or the wolf's patience. Not that I'm complaining. Shit, I'd be nuts

to complain about a naked Persephone pressed against me.

I'm so lost in the bond, drowning in this intoxicating feeling, that I don't care where we are. There is

only one thought, okay, two thoughts in my head. First is being inside her, and the second is

marking her, making her mine in every way possible. This was strange. Not the wanting her like this

part. I'm sure that's perfectly normal. But I've never only had one or two thoughts in my head. Even

when I'm focused on an invention, I think of a dozen others.

However, kissing and touching Persephone somehow eradicates all thoughts that don't evolve her

moaning in pleasure with my name on her lips. It took every ounce of control I had to pull back

from her lips. Her green eyes blinked at me, darkened with desire and the hint of something else,

most likely her wolf. I could see the confusion in her eyes as I had to force myself to stop. Our first

time is going to be against a tree behind the packhouse.

We need to get somewhere private. My bunker may be a mess, but there is a futon, and there will

be no chance of interruptions. Licking my lips, I looked at her naked body flush with arousal and

started to ask why the where mattered. All instincts said the only location that matters is my dick

inside her. I shoved down my instincts, much to Jaci's grumbling

“Follow. Bunker. Privacy.” I was not being very loquacious, but I got my point across as I stepped

further from her and shifted to Jaci.

'You realize that Sara and I don't care about the where. We're wolves. We can and will fuck in the

woods.’ Jaci remarked.

“Don’t even fucking think about it. My first time and, more importantly, Persephone’s first time will

NOT be in wolf form." I instructed, ensuring I still had a hand on the metaphoric wheel even if we

were in his form.

Jaci rolled his eyes and shook out his thick brown fur to look back at where Persephone had been.

Persephone was no longer standing or leaning naked against the tree. In her place stood a gray

wolf. And the wolf, Sara, I reminded myself, didn't waste time as she closed the distance and rubbed

the length of her body against Jaci before nipping at his neck. Not enough that it would have

triggered the mark, but it certainly had Jaci eager to mark as he growled.

I don't think Jaci has EVER run this fast in our life. Not even in battle has he moved like this. I guess

life-and-death situations don't measure up the same as him being in a hurry to get laid. I tried to

get him to slow down as we started to get into the security area of my bunker. I don’t have

Persephone programmed, and the last thing I want is for my security to shoot at her.

I managed to get Jaci to stop rushing forward and used his body to block Sara from going further.

Based on the look in Sara’s eyes and her posture, she was confused and a bit miffed at me for

stopping her. And, of course, we aren't from the same pack or marked, so I can’t simply explain

myself. The only way I can do that is by shifting. I'd have to do that anyway since the computer

won't recognize commands from Jaci.

I quickly shifted and held a hand up for Sara to stay put. “Don’t come closer. My bunker has

biorhythm security protocols. Only certain individuals can get within a set radius. I don't have you in

the system yet. It will take like two seconds.” I explained, going to an innocuous-looking tree on the

other side of the invisible boundary of my bunker.

“Take your time!” Persephone shouted at me. “Enjoying the view!” She taunted, her laughter echoing

around the clearing.

I shook my head, trying to contain my laughter as I scanned my hand to open the control panel.

"Hold perfectly still for like five seconds,” I called back as I entered her into the system.

"Why?" Persephone questioned before yelping.

"What the... holy shit, did that scan me to record my biorhythm for the security protocols? What

level of clearance am I getting? Do you use this at HQ? Is it used anywhere else in the pack? Have

you considered using it around the territory to ensure that Logan has approved of any supernatural

being that enters? Is it safe for me to come closer now?” She rapidly fired out questions.

Yeah, I'm not sure what the Goddess was thinking, pairing two people that are so alike. We will be

the best or the worst thing ever to happen to Bloodmoon. I guess we'll have to wait and see how

that goes. I want to think it will be the best thing for Bloodmoon. We were doing great with one

genius delta, and now we'll have two.

"Yes, it scanned you, and you can, by all means, come closer.” I started answering her many

questions as I turned around.

I'm glad for my facial hair as it helped hide my blush when her eyes went directly to my dick. At

least she was smiling as she closed the distance between us, though I was unsure how I felt that she

was locked in on my dick for most of her walk. At least before she reached me, her eyes returned to

my face.

“Interesting. So did your dick go from limp to hard because I was looking at it, or was it that the

distance between us closing?” Persephone arched her brow and glanced back down at my dick, and

I'm not going to deny it was standing at attention.

“I'm not sure. I suppose we'd have to test both hypotheses, but to do that, I'd have to be flaccid

again, and I don't think that's happening till post-climax.” I shrugged, trying to be casual about the

fact that we were standing only ten feet from my bunker naked.

"But after that, if you want to test my dicks reactions, I'm in as long as you don't plan to do

anything that would cause it pain.” I offered, my voice going up an octave as Persephone decided to

be bold again, wrapping her slender hand around the base of my cock.

“Sounds fun. Promise I'll be gentle, for the most part.” Persephone teased her green eyes full of

mischief that I was all in for whatever devious thoughts were swirling in her mind.

"Are you going to answer my other questions?” She asked

Instead of answering, I groaned as she started stroking my aching cock. She giggled, obviously

amused with how much control she had in this situation.

"Or are you perhaps too distracted to answer questions? Perhaps we should test your theory to see

if reaching climax...” Her words were muffled as I crashed my lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

She wants to play it that way so she will realize she's not the only one who can distract and control

the other's ability to think clearly. She moaned into the kiss, tongue eagerly greeting mine while my

hands explored her body. She yelped into the kiss as I toyed with her nipples that had pebbled with

desire. I want to explore every inch of her body, but such expiration may be easier done in the

bunker.

With my decision, my hands slid lower, one begrudgingly removing her hand from my dick to grip

her ass, picking her up. She gasped as her legs wrapped around my waist and her arm around my

neck. She has a seriously great ass. I like how well it fits in my hands. I may have lost my train of

thought as I spent a few moments kneading her ass.

Not that her ass was the only distraction, everything about Persephone is a distraction. Especially

her moans and the way she teased my tongue in our kiss. But nothing was more distracting than

when she rolled her hips against me. My poor aching dick was trapped between us as her pussy side

against it without letting it inside. Pure, exquisite torture, and I don't think I can take much more of

it

“Bunker, now,” I growled, pulling back from her lips.

“What if I like where we are?” Persephone countered, emphasizing her question with another roll of

her hips, sliding her pussy along my dick.

I growled and tightened my grip in an attempt to stop her. “Keep doing that, and we're fucking here

and now,” I warned her.

I'm not sure the warning had the intended reaction. Persephone’s eyes simultaneously got darker

and brighter. Obviously, her wolf was showing herself. In the act of defiance, she raised her hips

higher and, without hesitation, lowered herself onto my length. I groaned while she winced yet

made no attempt to back down, taking my entire length. My grip tightened on her ass as I clenched

my jaw. We're both lucky I could still stand because, holy shit, the intense jolt of the bond that just

went through me was like a bolt of lightning.