Chapter 42: Sleepless in Her Arms
Stahl wasn’t sure what she had done in her life to deserve her current situation, but she was either extremely grateful, or begging for repentance, either of which relied solely upon the decision she had not yet reached on whether this was bliss, or torture.
The night had started out amazingly. The she-wolf had confessed the feelings she had been afraid to, and Aster had accepted them, no, returned them even! If that wasn’t enough, she even got to hold the human as he drifted off to sleep against her own body. The freezing circumstances may have been the real reason that bonus was added, but the canine greedily accepted the added spoil.
When Aster had succumbed to his need for rest, Stahl got an up close and personal view of the young man relaxed at last, finally freed of the burdens he bears. The she-wolf loved how many emotions she could read on the human at any given time in the waking hours, but when he was like this... When he was finally at peace and without his walls in the depths of his dreams? It made Stahl want to hold him even tighter, swearing to protect such a wonderful sight at any costs...
That is, until Aster rolled over in his sleep, moving his face into the soft, fuzzy bosom of the she-wolf, and pressing the front of his body down into the warmth of her own as he wrapped his arms around Stahl waist.
All Stahl could do was gasp in surprise at what she felt. Aster was excited... And that excitement was now contemptibly pressed against her thigh, making the dozing human swell even more. The scent of arousal wafting up from Aster was overbearing, encompassing over all else, and demanded every modicum of Stahl’s attention.
Her mouth started watering uncontrollably, helpless against the sudden sweetness on her tongue, while low in her belly, an ember caught and glowed, trapped between the she-wolf’s thin pants and Aster’s stomach. A slick warmed bloomed between her thighs, a liquid gold pull that drew her muscles taut, weaving damp heat into the cradle of her hips. It was velvet fire beneath the press of fabric, melting her resolve into a pool of aching want.
Stahl felt Aster’s warm breath on the fur over her beating heart and actually shuddered in her predicament. Within a quick flip that lasted no longer than two seconds, the she-wolf was forced wide awake once more.
Stahl couldn’t move, only hold Aster in silent stillness. Her mind was screaming a million different things at her, but she couldn’t manage to trust a single one. One part of her believed she should wake the young man or try to adjust him off her rosebud to avoid embarrassing herself... Another wanted to force Aster’s hand just a bit lower where the insistent pulse between her thighs ached for his attention.
One thought was to try and roll him over again, where he wasn’t pressed so tightly to her, but another right after was begging Stahl to roll on top of him and pin Aster into the dirt...