11 - The Storm
They were halfway through a bottle of wine when the storm rumbled in. Caleb glanced up at the darkening sky with a frown. "Shit, your mom was right."
"Guess so," Sawyer replied, flinching as a fat droplet of water splattered on the back of her hand. Another droplet struck a napkin on the picnic table; a third landed on the top of her head. She glanced up at Caleb and he nodded.
Without speaking, the two of them sprung into action. Sawyer swept up the garbage, dumping everything into a large black trash bag, while Caleb went to attend to the fire pit.
A large rumble of thunder rolled over the tops of the trees, causing water in the hot spring to ripple outwards. As if waiting for its cue, the sky opened up and a torrent of rain fell on the campsite.
Sawyer squealed and began slamming Tupperware containers closed as sheets of water surged down her face and back. She'd spent too many years on the edge to let good food go to waste. Behind her, steam erupted from the fire pit, hissing like an angry dragon.
"Leave it! Leave it!" Caleb shouted over the downpour, grabbing her by the upper arm.
Twisting out of his grip, Sawyer snatched the wine bottle, corked it, and grabbed her backpack. Holding the wine bottle under her arm, she zipped the backpack closed and ran for the tent.
Ducking inside, she crouched down near the entrance, water streaming from her hair and pooling on the floor. Cursing, Caleb leaped in beside her, throwing his own backpack in the opposite corner. He spun around on his heels and grabbed the tent flap, struggling to zip it shut as the wind made an appearance, nearly ripping it out of his grip. With a snarl, Caleb closed the flap and fell back on his ass with a wet squelch.
"Shit," he swore, scowling.
Sawyer stared at him, dark red hair plastered to his head and soaked to the bone. She should have been annoyed—well, she was, but the sight of Caleb sitting there like an angry wet dog proved too funny. She began to laugh and rock back and forth, droplets of water swinging from the tips of her lavender hair.
"What?" he growled, twisting around to glare at her.
Sawyer giggled and shook her head, not at all upset by his reaction. Hunched and pissed off Caleb was almost too much to bear.
Caleb realized the absurdity of it all, too, as his expression swiftly changed from annoyance to amusement. The two of them sat there, soaking wet, laughing hysterically as rain pounded down on the roof of the tent.
"You are so wet," Sawyer chuckled, reaching out and pushing a damp lock of hair out of Caleb's eyes.
Snorting, he looked down and pulled at the front of his blue T-shirt. It came free from his skin with a slight sucking sound. "So are you," he retorted with a smirk, reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt, and pulling it over his head. Turning slightly, Caleb tossed it by the tent flap. "Good thing I brought the big one," he noted, nodding at the puddles forming all around them.
Sawyer looked back to where she had spread out the blankets and pillows. Yes, thank the goddess it was designed to sleep six.
Caleb was looking at her as she turned around, a slow smile stretching across his face. "Aren't those wet clothes uncomfortable?" he asked softly, irises glowing orange.
A large rumble of thunder passed overhead, shaking the tent. Despite the dampness setting in, Sawyer flushed. "Yes, and cold, too," she replied, tilting her head suggestively.
Caleb closed the short distance between them on his knees. He reached out, took a handful of her sodden hair in one hand, and squeezed it out onto the tent floor. "Would you like me to warm you up?"
"Please," she told him, reaching up and looping her arms around his neck. Sliding her fingers through his wet hair, she pulled his head down for a kiss.
They shuffled to the pile of blankets, shedding wet clothes left and right, hands roving over each other. Caleb eased Sawyer down, kissing along her jawline and down to her shoulder, gently sucking on her skin. She shivered with pleasure, digging her nails into the hard muscles of his back, hips rising to meet his.
Caleb growled as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the hollow of her throat. "What do you want me to do, Savvy?" he asked, pressing his hardening shaft against the inside of her thigh. One hand wound in her wet hair, the other cupped around her right breast, thumb flicking her nipple.
Sawyer moaned and squirmed in need. He was grinding against her everywhere but where she desired it the most. "Go down on me."
A giant bolt of lightning struck overhead, illuminating the interior of the tent. Sawyer gasped in surprise and opened her eyes; Caleb's dazzling orange irises stared back, the brief flash of light causing him to appear as a predator hunched over his prey: dangerous and deadly, but irrevocably irresistible. Before the light died, he grinned wickedly and slid down her body.
Sawyer's breath quickened as Caleb trailed little kisses down her torso, his large hands moving downwards to cup her ass. Her hips bucked, heat and wetness building in her core. "Caleb," she moaned, tossing her head to one side. Wet hair stuck to her cheek as Caleb's lips reached her bare mound, moving up one side and down the other, deliberately avoiding her swollen flesh.
Grunting softly, Caleb lifted her ass, hooking her legs over his shoulders as he leaned forward. Sawyer squirmed as he blew gently against her core; her hands rose up to cup her breasts as she lay there at an angle.
"Caleb," she cried out, demanding an end to the teasing as she played with her nipples.
A low, primal rumble shook Caleb's throat as he parted her wet folds with the tip of his tongue, exposing her delicate bud. Ah, goddess! Sawyer exclaimed as a jolt of pleasure wracked her body. She twitched in Caleb's firm grip, hips moving desperately.
"Caleb!"
He leaned forward and raked the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, molding his lips around her bud and sucking hard on it. Tossing her head, Sawyer reached down with one hand and grabbed his wet hair, fingers digging into his scalp. He grunted in surprise, then chuckled, the sound reverberating through her lower body. She cried out as he pulled his mouth away from her core and gently explored each of her folds with the tip of his tongue as if she were some delicacy to be savored.
Sawyer's hand in his hair tightened; she ground her pelvis against his mouth, seeking release.
Keeping her in position with his left arm, Caleb parted her folds with his right hand in search of her entrance. Sawyer writhed as he penetrated her with two fingers, her gasps growing louder as her climax began to build.
Slowly, Caleb moved his fingers in and out, tongue lazily flicking against that little bundle of nerves. Sawyer dropped her hands, throwing them out to her sides, thighs clutching his head as he stroked her with increasing speed.
"Caleb, please ..." she whimpered, fingers finding purchase in the blankets and knotting them up in her fists.
Caleb pulled his hand back, but before Sawyer could protest, he added a third finger, stretching her to an exquisite fullness. Sawyer's legs trembled, the tight bands in her belly threatening to snap at a moment's notice.
"Savvy," Caleb breathed raggedly, thrusting his fingers deep into the center of her heat, sucking hard on her flesh.
Instantly, her body went rigid as she was tipped over the edge. Sawyer loosed a high, thin scream—almost a wail—and convulsed around his fingers, heels drumming against his back.
Euphoria flooded her body and Sawyer slumped, boneless, onto the blankets. As she rode the last waves of her climax, she felt Caleb pull away. He gently lowered her legs to the floor and leaned over her, kissing her softly.
"You learned some new tricks," she murmured appreciatively, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I had five years to plan," he replied, voice rough with desire. His hard shaft pressed against her inner thigh.
Sawyer opened her eyes and smiled into the darkness. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, rubbing her leg against him.
Caleb chuckled deeply. "For you, like a gentleman."
"Screw that," she told him. "Come here."
He didn't need to be told twice.
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Despite what both of their mothers predicted, they didn't end up using two boxes of condoms that night. They barely put a dent in the first one.
As the storm quieted down to a light rain, Sawyer and Caleb sat in the darkness, passing the bottle of wine back and forth until it was gone. Content, warm, and more than slightly buzzed, they curled up under the blankets and fell asleep.
Sawyer was woken up sometime later by Caleb shaking her shoulder. "Shhh," he whispered softly in her ear.
"Wha—?" she managed to get out before Caleb gently pressed his hand over her mouth. As a faerie, her night vision was better than a human's; she turned her head slightly to see Caleb give a quick shake of his head. He pulled his hand away from her mouth, jaw tightening as he stared at the tent wall.
Sawyer's heart jumped in her chest as she felt a massive form pause by the outside of the tent, right next to her head. She went from sleepy to on high alert in less than a second.
"Who's in there?" a male werewolf rumbled.
"Can't tell," the female werewolf replied. "All I can sense is dirt and water."
"You won't make the enforcers if that's all you can smell," the male retorted.
"Then who is it?" the female asked him mockingly.
Sawyer slunk down in the blankets, pulling them up to cover her mouth and nose. Owen's enforcers. Here. They'll tell him that I'm here. Goddess, please, don't let them find me, she pleaded, eyes wide and terrified. Please, Hecate, save me.
A squeak burst from Sawyer's throat as she heard their paws moving through the mud, circling the tent. She jammed the blankets into her mouth, heart beating wildly. Caleb wrapped his arms around her protectively. His body hummed with tension, so much so that Sawyer could practically feel him vibrate.
There was a pause, then the male werewolf snarled, "Just some Bloodmoons." Mud squelched between the lead wolf's paws as he turned away from the tent. "I don't get paid enough to sniff around drunken teenagers' tents in the middle of a thunderstorm."
"But Alpha Owen said—"
Owen—Owen will find out.
"In two weeks, Ryan will be alpha. Owen can suck a dick. Let's go. We'll train somewhere else. I'm wet and tired, and I really want to get the smell of jizz and booze out of my nose."
The female loitered by the tent. "But—"
No—no—no!
"Let's go," the male snarled.
With a yelp, the female turned and bounded after the male, their massive paws thudding against wet earth.
Sawyer lay trembling in Caleb's arms, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Slowly, Caleb sat up, twisting around to face the direction the pair of werewolves ran.
"They're gone, Savvy," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, hands shaking. "What if they're j-just getting y-your grandfather?"
Caleb paused. He took a deep breath, then said, "I don't think they're getting Grandpa."
"Why?"
"Do you know who that was?"
Owen had a dozen enforcers, but outside of her clan and Caleb's family, Sawyer didn't socialize with many werewolves. "No."
Caleb slipped beneath the sheets, covering her cold hands with his large ones. "That," he began, massaging her fingers until they began to loosen from around the sheets, "was my cousin Dan."
Sawyer's eyes widened. She might not recognize his cousin on sight, but the man Caleb just named was legendary in the pack—and not for the best reasons.
Daniel Redstone was his uncle's top enforcer.
If Owen Stillwater sent him to do a job, he did it. He would never simply give up and leave.
And he most certainly wouldn't speak of the alpha as he did tonight.
"Why?" Sawyer wondered, twisting in Caleb's arms. He turned to rest on his back, guiding her head to his shoulder.
"I don't know. Maybe it's to save his own skin when Dad becomes alpha."
Sawyer fidgeted a little to get more comfortable on his shoulder. Her heart rate gradually returned to normal as she pondered the weight of Caleb's words. Yes, it certainly made sense to court the new alpha's favor by not turning in his son's girlfriend. But she still couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a ruse. And she said so to Caleb.
"It could be," he allowed. "But as I said, that's not how Dan operates."
She wanted to believe him—desperately wanted to believe. But, still ... "I know we were going to hike tomorrow," she said, "but I'd rather just go back home and not leave for the next two weeks." At least she had the protection of her parents and brother, as well as the structural integrity of their house.
There was a brief silence, then Caleb said, "I understand."
Sawyer heard the disappointment in his voice. She wanted to say she was sorry, but she'd made him a promise to not use the word. "Thank you," she said instead, reaching around in the darkness to grab his hand.
"I hate him," Caleb growled. "I hate him so much."
That made two of them.
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