Bound by Love

9. Werewolf Training - one on one with Ian

After the rousing success of Wren's first flight with Van they had an even more rousing session in the bedroom. Three hours and 17 orgasms later they found themselves eating a quick meal before Ian takes Wren out on his own to show her how to shift.

Ian holds Wren's hand snugly within his own as they walk into the moonlit woods. The feel of her dainty hand in his large one brings a warmth to his heart. To think that Fate has entrusted the care of this sweet, beautiful, and sexy woman to him makes him wonder what he did to deserve her. He must have done something wonderful, that's for sure. His eyes light with love as Wren leans over to rub her cheek against his arm.

Wren tips her head up and meets his gaze. She has a bright smile on her face that reflects in her happy and content voice. "I'm sooo excited Ian!"

"I am too, Little Bird. I can hardly wait to see your wolf. I bet she'll be gorgeous, just like you."

Her sweet blush tints her cheeks a rosy red and she bashfully tips her head down. Her long hair falls forward, blocking her face from his view. He pauses their walking and brings his hand up to cup her chin and draw her face back into his sight. And what a sight it is. Her eyes are sparkling, her cheeks flushed and her plump lip is between her teeth.

"Don't hide from me darling. I love to see your reactions and emotions cross over your expressive face. I love to see your cheeks turn pink with pleasure – with arousal." He growls out the last word and swoops down to pluck her lower lip from between her teeth and between his own. His lips move over hers, his teeth nibble on her mouth and his tongue thrusts in and out, caressing her own.

His hands cradle her face as he tries to resist letting them roam over her curves. His cock presses tightly against the seams of his jeans, urgently seeking the warm depths of her pussy. With his heart beating fast, matching hers, he gently draws back a mere quarter of an inch. He doesn't have the strength to move any further away. His lips brush against hers as his heated voice whispers. "I love you Wren."

"I love you too, Ian. So much."

He closes his eyes, savoring her words. With all of his will power he takes a half step back and starts them back on their journey through the woods and to the small clearing where he plans to give her the first lesson as a wolf.

Wren gasps as they enter the small meadow. The dark green grass is lush and soft looking. There are hundreds of fragrant flowers dotted throughout. Their delicate petals are bobbing in the light breeze looking as if they are dancing to some unheard tune. The diffused light of the full moon is filtering in through the trees catching the small drops of water that decorate the foliage.

Ian watches her eyes glow with wonder and joy as she takes in the view. All this natural beauty surrounding her, pales in comparison to her. He hears her murmur, "It's so gorgeous. Thank you for bringing me here Ian."

He steps closer, drawing her body flush to his own. His pulsing erection, hot and heavy against her torso, could be felt even through their layers of clothes. The plum like tip almost reaching the valley between her breasts. His hands curve over her shoulders and then caress down her back and over her ass.

Ian grasps hold of those plump cheeks and lifts her so that her core is nestled against his straining erection. She wraps her long legs around his waist and presses ever closer. Her soft moan brings a small smile to his face. With his hands still palming her ass she uses her arms around his neck and shoulders to bring her breasts to his chest.

Wren places a small kiss on his jaw, then lightly traces her lips up and down the defined edge. The slight stubble of his growing facial hair tickles against the soft flesh of her lips. On her third upward swoop she continues up to his ear. She draws his ear lobe between her teeth giving it a gentle tug. With her hot breath ghosting across his skin he growls with desire at her heated whisper.