3 – The calm before the storm
Six months earlier
Nel
“You know, for someone who grew up solely among humans, constantly masking her scent and next to never shifting, you almost resemble a pet dog nowadays.” Tim teases, lying naked on the plush grass in front of the forest cabin, where we spend most of our free time and we happily call our home, collecting some morning sun.
I nuzzle my snout in his hand. With a playful growl, I attempt to get him to pet me. I love feeling his hands in my fur and will never lose a chance to get some extra cuddling time with him, especially on such a fresh, sunny morning. He laughs and plays along without hesitation, hugging me tightly.
“Much as I adore your furry butt, I can think of way more fun things to do to your human body.”
He smirks, pointedly looking at his fast hardening male member and gives me a rough pinch, to which I respond with a little bite, as I turn full of pride to enter the cabin on all four paws, royally ignoring him.
“You do know this is not the doggy style I had in mind, right?” he murmurs, following close behind me.
I simply rush to the bathroom, shifting mid way, not at all caring for doors or clothes as I’m certain he’s bound to come right after me. It’s kind of our daily routine to take a morning run through the woods and then return to take a shower together before breakfast and leaving for work. We are both early risers. So what better way to stay energized all day than starting in a positive way with your chosen partner who you love beyond what words can explain?
The sound of the door closing and the unmistakable click of the lock follow me, just before I turn on the shower. Without waiting for the water to get hot, I step under the water. It’s invigorating to have the cold water begin to wash away the dirt and sweat, then turn to hot and utmost relax all muscles. I take my time enjoying the jets of water hitting my body. Sometimes I wish I could spend all my time under falling waters. Maybe I should have been born a mermaid instead of a wolf. I guess growing up next to the sea can do that to anyone.
A swift pop sound comes from behind me, followed by the smell of jasmine and his hands massaging my back. He moves, slowly, but steadily, bringing his all so familiar chest to my back. He knows my body and all my right buttons, that he can push to make me lose control only in seconds. One of his hands captures both of mine, bringing them over my head, while the other comes to my front and finds one of my breasts with ease. He takes his time circling it and washing it with extra care, applying just enough pressure to make me go crazy. His expert fingers reach for my nipple and a slight pinch forces an audible gasp out of my lips.
Oh Goddess, I could die now and I’d be one blissful woman!
When he’s satisfied with his effect on me, his hand leaves to do the same to the other breast, while his strong, searing body is pressing on my back, forcing my cheek to come in contact with the cold bathroom tiles. His sweet torture continues with my shampoo. Expert fingers massage my head just the way he knows makes me almost paralyzed with pleasure. The contrast of the hot water, his warm body and the cold tiles makes me breathless and has all of my body itching with anticipation.
When he’s finished washing me and knows that I’m already dripping wet ready for him, like a well-rehearsed dance, he turns me around. In one quick move, he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing at all. My legs fold behind his back, pulling him closer, and his lips crash into mine with a sly smirk on. His tongue invades my mouth right away, demanding more, caressing mine. He’s playing with my patience, making me moan loudly. I’m totally breathless. Yet he doesn’t let go. I yearn to feel the whole of him inside me. My back is securely stuck between his body that is crashing into mine and the wall behind me. His hands grip my hips, positioning himself, and the swollen head of his manhood excitedly approaches its destination. I don’t care if this is a daily thing, I can never get bored of him. The need to have more and more of him only grows stronger. I can’t wait for him to take my body and make me scream with pleasure, as if his life depends on it.
We’re both dazed with desire and lust, as he’s about to enter my throbbing core, when a loud knock on the cabin door bursts our magic bubble, destroying the moment and crashing us back to reality. Tim leaves out a painful groan, and my frustration is so big that it almost physically hurts. I truly crave to ignore the knock and return to where we left things, but then it’s heard again, louder this time.
“Guys, get decent and open the damn door! I know you’re both inside. I see the motorbike’s here!” Greg’s amused voice resonates from the outside.
“One day, I swear I’ll cut off his balls and feed them to him,” Tim growls as he reluctantly brings me down, placing me on my own feet again.
I step out of the shower with a deep scowl and reach for a towel, while Tim turns the water temperature down to as cold as it gets and starts washing himself. My eyes stay glued to his body, roaming around where the lather reaches, thinking this is, in fact, my job. It should be my hands instead of his doing this job… but the impatient banging that keeps getting louder every time once again interrupts my daydream.
“Go get the door before the big, bad wolf tears the entire cabin down,” Tim mocks, trying to sound cheerful, most probably to ease my frustration and not let me get it out on our friend.
“I’ll prepare something for breakfast and we’ll wait for you in the kitchen,” I say and leave him with a quick peck on his lips.
I am so tempted to open the door as I am at the moment; wearing only the towel around my body in order to prove a point to Greg that sometimes he might, like the tech expert that he is, try actually using a phone to inform us about urgent information. Hell, he could even just tell us he’s coming over instead of showing up outside the cabin and creating chaos, threatening to tear down the place. Being the considerate person I am, though, I eventually resort to mumbling a muffled excuse for him to stop making so much noise while I head to our only bedroom to put some clothes on in a hurry. I’m still drying my hair with the towel in my hand when I return to unlock and let him in.
“Oh! You started without me again…” he pouts and I glare at him, reflexively throwing the towel to his face, which he, of course, dodges with ease, and just laughs at my annoyed expression.
“Come on, let’s at least make some coffee…” is all that I can spare to tell him right now.
A few minutes later, we are all seated on our stools in the kitchen, eating our breakfast in a deafening silence, until Tim speaks up. Don’t get me wrong, we have been through thick and thin together. We’re so used to Greg’s eccentric sense of humour and don’t easily take insults in his actions. Just the same, he’s too comfortable with us and wouldn’t hesitate to just show up in our doorway without a care in the world that he could interrupt something.
Today, however, something is off. The usually aloof Greg is way too nervous. He’s not eating his food, while his normal appetite is that of a grizzly bear. He’s only poking at his scrambled eggs, playing around and his overall behavior holds a weird awkwardness he tries to mask under clumsy jokes that don’t actually reach his eyes. Both Tim and I can understand right away that whatever happened, it’s terrible. The funny thing is that he’s hesitating to share it, although that was the reason he came all the way here in the first place. So no matter what he has to say, it would not be easy to digest. Out of the three of us, Tim had always been the most straightforward, so it comes as no surprise when he’s the one to finally dissolve the uncomfortable atmosphere.
“So Greg, care to share with us what brought you here to delay our already late to work asses even further?” he says, trying to sound as carefree as possible.
“None of us is going to work today. We’re meeting at Josh’s place at 10. It’s very urgent!” he mouths in the end with his worried eyes flicking from one to the other….