Of Wolves and Oranges

Chapter 22

We spend the rest of the day in my room and it's only around sunset that I venture downstairs in search of food. I'm cursing myself since I know that the sum total of my pantry is instant coffee, microwave popcorn, biltong, bread and peanut butter. I open the fridge bracing myself for whatever I may have left there before I went north. But instead, there is a casserole dish with the left-over lasagne from the day before. My mother has left a note, I thought you may get hungry. Fruit in the pantry and steak in the freezer. Dont forget family lunch tomorrow. Bring Liz. Love Ma. PS dont forget to use condoms. I groan, but Im totally stoked about the food. I turn on the oven to warm the lasagne and take out two glasses and pour out some orange juice.

Behind me I hear Golfies bare feet coming down the stairs. She is beautiful, the t-shirt is back on but showing enough leg to get my wolf excited all over again. She glances at the casserole dish, "Your mother is an angel. I am starving. "

She comes and stands by me and takes one of the glasses. We drink in silence, comfortable in each other's company. Once the oven is warm enough, I slide in the casserole dish and set the timer. I look at the dining room table and then look at Golf. "How about some exciting sex??"

She follows my gaze, "You have got to be kidding."

I waggle my eyebrows at her. "Hey, it was your idea sweetheart."

"I suppose I did.."

I grab her and spin her around to sit on the table, I sit down at the head of the table, resting my elbows on the armrests of the chair. She glares at me and I grin.

"Right foot on this side of the chair, and left foot on this side of the chair, Golfie. I am starting with dessert."

She laughs then squeaks as I pull her bottom closer to the edge, causing her to lean back onto the table. There, in front of me is her pussy, moist and dripping and swollen from an afternoon of sex. She wants this as much as I do. I bend down inhaling deeply her arousal then run my tongue the length of her pussy. She gasps, the muscles in the leg tightening. I suckle at her clit, twirling my tongue around it then nipping at it. Its as I penetrate her pussy with my tongue, flicking in and out that she wails out and comes into my mouth as I greedily lap up her juices. Once she has recovered, I pull her off the table and into my lap, kissing her neck and stroking her hair.

"No-one's ever going to want to eat off that table again." She murmurs.

Golf

I lay outside by the pool enjoying the sun in my bikini. Everything hurts, from the bruises on my face and my shoulder to all the tender muscles below which had not been used in a long, long time. I groan and smile, thinking of all the things we had done in the last twelve hours. In the evening we had re-located to the large leather couch in front of the fire, exploring each others bodies and trying out all kinds of positions. I snigger as I remember the number of times we fell off the couch in a pile of limbs.

Suddenly it feels like the sun has gone behind a cloud and I shiver as I lift my sunglasses off my eyes.

"Ford?"

"Nice tits, Lizzie." Drawls a voice in Afrikaans.

I squeal and jump off the lounger as I grab my towel. Richart stands in front of me, clad in three quarter camo pants and a white vest. He leers down at me.

"Richart. What are you doing here?"

"Well, this is my brother's house. I would ask you, but from the smell of it..." he leans forward and sniffs my neck then whispers, "You've been fucking my brother."

"Step away from her, Ric." Ford stands behind him, his eyes glowing blue.

Richart spins around. "Sloppy seconds is not my flavour, boet. But that's not what I'm here about." He stalks towards Ford and his voice descends to an inhuman growl. "At what stage where you going to tell me that my two brothers took out, or should I say, ripped out, three members of the Naidoo gang? Including Shakes Naidoo? Was it before or after I looked like a complete tool in front of the Chief when Jabu asks how my brother's mate is after the attack? He turns and jabs his finger towards me, "Your mate? This sorry excuse for human? This fokking soutie? At least The Bitch was easy on the eye. And didn't result in you starting a bloody war."

Ford's fist slams into Richart's jaw and he staggers back, but he shakes his head and powers into his older brother pushing him up against the wall. "Let me explain something to you, Jaco. A war with the Naidoo's results in human bodies, human bodies make the government jumpy, and a jumpy government means anti-shifter laws. How could you be so thick? Now I have to try and fix this shit-fest you and your squidgy mate have created. Maybe you should just fuck off back to Cape Town before you kill anyone else."

Ford growls and pushes Richart off him then lays into his brother, both fists flying, no holding back. Richart is fast and skilled at deflecting the blows, as he gives as good as he gets. I inch back, knowing that to intervene would be futile but scared of what will happen. Richart has the skills but Ford, even under his extra weight has power and as soon as he gets Richard to the ground pins him with his body.

"Ah, fok, Jaco, you weigh as much as an elephant shifter. Get off me!" Richart pants.

"Not likely, now apologise." Ford growls.

"Sorry, Baby Jaco for hurting your widdle feelings..".

"Not me, Ric, Elizabeth."

"Fine. Sorry Lizzie. For calling you a human, and for calling you a stupid English...Gah!"

Jaco twists his arm back and he changes to English.

"Ok, Ok, Stop it Jaco. I'm sorry, Elizabeth."

"Better." Grunts Ford.

"Now will you get your fat ass off of me?"

"No. I like you better this way. Listen, Ric, Im sorry about not telling you on Friday. I was a bit distracted at the party. And for the Naidoo situation. I acted on instinct. but I would do it all the same again."

He pushes off his brother and comes to join me putting his arm around me and nuzzling my hair. "You ok, there, Golfie?"

I nod and move closer, not taking my eyes off Richart who has pulled himself up and is trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose with one of the pool towels. He glances up at us and grimaces.

"I was just coming to see if my brother need a lift to our family lunch. But I assume he will be missing it because he has enough to keep his hands full."

I stare him down. "Actually Richart, we would love a lift. Your mother invited me yesterday and anyway, we need to return her lasagne dish."

Ford gives me a squeeze. "You go get changed and I'll wash the dish. I'm sure Ric can wait." He glares pointedly at his brother who is throwing me the middle finger.