Page 104 of Volatile Waters

He appeared shameful. “I can’t do this to you—”

I rushed him. “I want you to.” He kept shaking his head, infuriating me. “Wolf, you don’t understand—”

“You don’t understand! I’m a—”

“I may die soon. If what you’re about to say is more important than that, then say it. But, if not, then hear this man asking another man to be with him, in this moment, so that he won’t die never knowing—” I swallowed. “Never knowing—” My throat tried to close down the emotions demanding release, but it was time I took control over my own destiny. “Never knowing what it is like to make love with the one he cherishes above all.”

Surrender. I had no idea it was such a salve to the soul.

Warm, strong lips devoured mine. Every swipe of his tongue was a silent promise that it was safe to give myself to him. I needed that adoration to fuel me for the unknown future that I had to face, to right my every wrong. So many slaves were dead, but maybe, like Crash, they would smile down upon me if I stopped the cycle of death of the body and spirit.

Attached in so many ways, physically and emotionally, Wolf laid me down. How he could make me feel so delicate, I don’t know, but he did. Maybe he just sensed the fragile state of mind I was in and chose not to let me fall. He held me so tightly in his arms, I felt my ribs bruise. I didn’t care. His strength was my salvation.

On our sides, his chest to my back, he pulled my upper thigh over his. Never had I been so exposed, so vulnerable… and willing. His thick thighs spread, opening me even more. Breathless, he told me, “Do you know how many times I’ve laid here, masturbating, dreaming of this moment?”

I was gasping, enthralled by his words and his body preparing to own mine. “No.”

His arm under my body found my erection and started to stroke me. “Like this,” he panted in my ear. “I pulled on my sensitive skin like this, thinking of you, even after I exploded on this bed.” After lubing again, he positioned the tip of his dick at my entrance. “And now, here you are,” he pushed in slightly, “in the flesh,” my head fell to the pillow as he pushed deeper, “for me to sink into.”

My hands braced against the wall next to the bed, my fingers gripping the concrete as I was filled in a way I had never experienced, all the while his rough hand was working my dick, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. “This… This feels so—” I couldn’t finish speaking. He smeared the wetness at my tip around the head of my dick while giving me time to adjust to his size. Enjoying the feel of him inside me so much more than I suspected I would, I begged him, “More.”

He groaned as if he needed to know I loved how he felt, possessing me like this. His body practically curled around mine as his hips surged. “A dream. You are a dream for me.” Fully seated inside me, expertly stroking me to the point of losing my mind, it was what he said next that had me feeling like falling off the highest cliff I had ever stepped on. “I’m giving you a name now. Jorien.”

I have a name…

He kissed my ear before whispering, “Jorien… I love you.”

An explosion erupted from my erection, my heart, and… my soul.

Wolf was running across a field of snow, his left behind footprints all red. “No,” I moaned as I realized he was bleeding. I tried to get to him, but something was restraining me. “Nooooo.” Wolf looked back at me and smiled… then he disappeared into the waiting woods. “No!”

I woke to being locked in an alarmingly firm grip, but the voice I heard had me settling immediately. “Wake up, Jorien. Wake up.”

Facing Wolf, we were on our sides. The care in his eyes soothed me even more. “If I were to live through this, I would wish I could ask you to be mine.”

Wolf kissed me. “Even if you die, I’m still yours.”

I sighed, leaning my forehead to his chin. “I have to let her go. Let her live the life she deserves.” I whispered, “But I’m not sure I will know how to let you go.”

“Then don’t. I will go with you.”

My lips and heart smiled. “You do not even know where I am headed.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

My heart picked up speed at the thought, but it wasn’t realistic. “What about your wife?”

He stared at me for a while, then shook his head no.

“You don’t have one, do you?”

Again, a head shake full of sorrow.

“A child?”

Another head shake, the worry in his expression thickening.

The time had come where he had to tell me what I think, deep down, I knew all along. I buried my face in his neck and held on tight. “Do I dare ask why?”