Of Wolves and Oranges

Chapter 19: Elizabeth

I watch him walk down the stairs to his friends. The other guy is big and a bit intimidating. I'm touched that Ford cared enough to bring pain meds for me. My shoulder is aching and I'm irritated that I had forgotten them.

I finish the food then head to the kitchen to find some bottled water to wash down the pills. As I'm struggling to open the bottle, Max appears and lifts it out of my grip, unscrewing it with ease. He leans against the counter and watches as I swallow the pills, then hands me a soda. I smile in thanks as he grabs his beer and follows me outside. But as we reach the patio he freezes, staring at a tableau down by the pool.

Ford is leaning against the wall and there is a tall blonde woman standing in front of him screeching at him.

"I assume that is the beloved Bethany?"

But Max is gone, heading down the stairs to stand at his brothers shoulder.

"And you? Look at you! You're fat, and hairy and a complete looser."

"Bullshit, youre beautiful" I say to myself. I see Fords eyes flicker up to me and I realise he can hear me. I grin. I may be no match for this harpy but I can still make Ford feel better about himself.

I really start to enjoy myself. The alcohol and the pain meds erasing my usual filter and I find myself saying a lot of things I wouldn't normally say. As Bethany storms past, I suddenly realise that it might not have only been Ford who could hear me, as I see the huge man next to him shaking with laughter and Max grinning. I feel a blush move across my face and I retreat backwards towards the house but in my haste to disappear I trip over one of the chairs, my good arm flailing to stop my fall. But two strong arms catch me, pulling me up and shoving me against the side of the house. Ric's ice blue eyes stare back at me. I swallow. "I've got my eye on you, frigid Lizzie. And for the record. I don't like you either." He snarls and snaps his teeth at me, then turns and stalks off.

I slide around the side of the house, away from the music and the people and the crazy shifters. My heard pounding in my chest. Embarrassment and fear turning me into a trembling mess.

A presence emerges out of the darkness and two strong hands pull me back against a solid chest. I gasp, thinking Ric is back but then I inhale and smile, I love the smell of Ford.

"So, you think I have a big dick, Golfie?" he murmurs as he kisses his way down my neck. I arch my back against him.

"Is that all you took from all that? I am so embarrassed, I think every shifter here heard me."

"Oh, they did, Golfie. They heard you claim me. That and admitting you came on my dick this afternoon. But the important bit is I'm yours. And you're mine, all mine, little golf."

His hands move under my skirt, hitching it up and his fingers move higher. As they reach my pussy he drags his finger up my crease and rubs my clit.

"Oh, good girl, no panties. And so wet for me. He pushes first his one finger into my pussie and then the other scissoring them deep within me. I gasp, riding his finger and move my good hand behind me to grasp his dick in my hand. It is huge and hard and my hand hardly reaches around it as I pump up and down.

"I would love to see the dicks Bethany has seen because if she thinks this is small they must be massive."

Ford grunts, "Only you would joke on the edge of a climax. Don't ever mention that name again."

With the extra pressure, my self-control disappears and I climax, my hand clamping down on Fords dick as he comes all over my hand as well. I stifle a cry and it comes out as a moan, as Ford spins me around and captures my mouth in an angry kiss.

"Fuck, Golf. What are you doing to me?" He murmurs as he pulls away and stares into my eyes. I look up at him, his beard all over the place and his hair falling into his eyes.

"Let's find a room, Ford. As much as I'm all for exciting sex, I really would like to have my first time with you in a bed."

He pulls away. "Not tonight, Golfie. You're drunk, and I want our first time to be sober."

I look away. Of, course he wouldn't want me.

"Whoa, Golfie. I would take you right now if you were sober, but let's wait. We have the whole of tomorrow. Lets get home, have a snooze and when youre completely sure you want this, we'll do it."

He leans down and gently sips at my lips before adjusting my skirt and leading me down to the beach.