Alone Wolf

Falling and Flying

A gentle nudge woke Sabine from her deep and exhausted slumber. The Captain's warmth pressed against her side, while the weight of his coat covered her body.

"Not yet, please... five more minutes."

The light touch of clawed fingertips along her cheek pulled her further from sleep. Beside her, his body shook.

Was he laughing at her?

Opening her eyes, Sabine tried to catch a glimpse of his smile, but the sunlight streaming through the broken window forced them shut.

Had the sun always been so bright?

The Captain stood and Sabine managed to open her eyes just enough to watch him fasten the front of his pants. If there were any lingering doubts about what they had done the night before, the ache between her legs left no question. The sex had been hard and deep. The dried stickiness on the inside of her thighs reminded her that he hadn't pulled out.

She studied him as he stretched his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders. It couldn't have been comfortable laying on the cold concrete floor while she slept bundled inside his coat, but she couldn't recall him asking even once to share.

Watching the way his muscles moved underneath his skin, Sabine felt her body warm. His back was just as impressive as his front.

Hans turned around to look at his mate, then dropped into a crouch beside her. He smelled the sudden spike of her arousal. It made him hard to know that she still desired him, even after she experienced his knot.

Her cheeks flushed as he moved closer. When Sabine looked at him, he was pleased to see that her eyes remained bright red.

The ritual had worked.

She licked her lips and cleared her throat. He knew that she must be thirsty, so his hand slipped under the edge of the greatcoat. Her body tensed. The corner of his mouth twitched.

What did she think he was reaching for?

His finger brushed her thigh as he pulled a small canteen from the inner pocket and held it up for her to see. Her blush deepened when he handed it to her.

If only she knew how frustrating it was to be near her. The urge to push her back down and climb between her legs was driving him crazy. The smell of sex clung to her skin. His instincts demanded more, but a stronger pull ordered him to return to his master's side.

The files were still in his possession.

His mission wasn't over.

Sabine drank deeply from the canteen. Hans watched as a small trickle of water dripped from the corner of her lips and fell between her breasts. He forced himself to stand. It was difficult to leave her aroused, but the faster they returned to the zeppelin, the sooner he could breed her again.

Sabine's rapid pulse began to slow as the Captain moved away to collect his discarded gloves. For one brief moment, she thought he planned to kiss her and hated the disappointment she felt when he hadn't.

What was wrong with her? Just being near him seemed to go straight to her head!

Sabine took another drink from the canteen and sloshed the remainder around. There wasn't much left. She knew that he had to be thirsty as well. Standing up, she stepped out of the warm cocoon of the Captain's coat and tapped him on the shoulder.

Hans had just finished pulling up his suspenders and turned to look at her with a tilt of his head. She held the canteen out to him. He stared down at it for a few moments before accepting it back. Bringing it to his lips, he finished the contents.