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  Airek wrapped her legs around his waist and began to pump furiously within her wet body. She was screaming now and he caught each delicious scream within his mouth. He sucked her tongue deeply into the moist cavern of his mouth and dueled with it. Never missing a beat, his cock pounded Sheila's pussy mercilessly.

  Sheila felt as if her heart would explode. She felt waves building within her body and lights and bells sounding within her swirling head. She wrenched her mouth free of Airek's demanding lips and locked her teeth onto Airek's sweaty shoulder, simultaneously locking her legs around his waist. Arching up, she drove him deeper within her pussy and bit his shoulder, hard.

  Airek let out a bellow of pleasure. His cock jumped and pulsed within Sheila's body and when she began to quake he could hold it no longer. He let himself go, pouring his seed into her waiting pussy.

  At the first feel of Airek's hot seed pooling through her, Sheila screamed. Lights blinded her and her legs clenched and began to spasm about Airek's waist. She dug her hands into the soft flesh of his muscled back and met him, wholeheartedly. She felt her juices flood through her body and mingle with his. Her body sang its release.

  * * * *

  Airek pushed a strand of damp hair away from his Lupe's face. She was already fast asleep, her body still deliciously joined with his, her lashes fanning her face. Airek gently rearranged Sheila, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. She was beautiful and pleased him so. Finding the crook of her neck, he nuzzled in. When his body was pressed against the length of hers, he closed his eyes and joined her in contented sleep.

  * * * *

  Sheila ran a hand through her wet hair. She giggled when Airek playfully bit her shoulder.

  “Stop that,” Sheila said. “I have to dry off.”

  Airek licked his lips; his Lupe was particularly delectable wet from her shower. “I could dry you off,” He said.

  Sheila shook her head and laughed. “No, no way. You distract me.”

  “And that is a bad thing?”

  “Not a bad thing, but…” Sheila moaned when Airek rubbed her breasts. “Airek, you're exhausting me.”

  Airek grinned. “But it is a good exhaustion, no?”

  “Yes, it is.” Sheila grabbed the hanging towel and dried off. She looked around the bathroom helplessly. “Airek, do you have a brush I could use?”

  Airek shook his head. “No, no brush.”

  Sheila was shocked. “No brush? What do you use on your hair? It's so long, don't you get knots?”

  Airek took his hands and began to smooth them through Sheila's long tresses. Her hair was magnificent, fiery red and fairly crackling with a life of its own. “I have a technique for keeping my hair tame.”

  “Oh?” Sheila looked dubious.

  Airek smiled and let his hair loose from its ponytail. He winked at Sheila right before he began to shake it out. After a moment he let it settle, and indeed it was as perfect as it always was.

  “The way of the wolf,” Airek said with a smile.

  Sheila rolled her eyes. “So, you just want me to shake my hair out.” Sheila sighed. “Airek, your hair might have some magical properties that keeps it so perfect without a brush, but mine does not. If I don't brush my hair it gets extremely knotted. It is hard to keep long hair untangled.” Sheila clucked her tongue. “I have no clothes, no brush,” she grimaced, “no tampons. Come on, this is going to get real nasty real soon.”

  “What would you like me to do?” Airek asked, sincerely perplexed. He had never had a woman live with him before.

  Sheila turned to face her mate. “Well, for one thing, I could use some clothes.” When Sheila saw his expression she barreled on. “Listen, I know that wolves don't wear clothes, not often, but I do. I ran the woods with you stark naked, didn't I? I've been prancing about your cabin in my birthday suit; can you not just give me this? I really need some clothing, I would feel more comfortable.”

  Airek laughed. “Do you not find it amusing, Sheila, that humans need clothes to make them comfortable?”

  “Huh?”

  “We were born naked; it is the most natural of things to be so. And yet human beings pile layers upon their bodies to cover up, to be, as you say, 'comfortable'. Is comfort not understanding and loving your own skin, your own body? Should we not be proud and happy to be free, like this?”

  Sheila sighed and nodded. “Yes, I understand what you're saying, Airek. I agree with you even. These have been the happiest days of my life. I love the freedom of not being restricted to bindings of the body. But I am still partially human, and eventually I will have to go back to the city and then I am going to need my clothes.”

  Airek frowned. “You mean to leave me?”

  Sheila shook her head quickly. “Of course I don't mean to leave you, not permanently. But I can't just live in this cabin for the rest of my life.” Sheila saw the look on his face and began to frown. “You understand that I can't just stay in this cabin?”

  “Not in the cabin, no, but this is our home, we do not stray far.”

  Sheila nodded slowly. “Yes, but I don't even know where I am exactly. Are we on some sort of reservation? I haven't seen anyone else in days.”

  Airek began to understand Sheila's fear. She was unused to such rough wilderness. Sheila had been raised in a human environment and he had seen what humans considered their 'home'. Cities nigh to bursting with inhabitants, cars with their pollutants and nary a tree or plant to be found anywhere. It was unacceptable to Airek. The thought of people living in such a manner was horrible but Sheila would know no other way.

  “Do you prefer your city then?”

  Sheila instantly thought back to the studio apartment that she had been sharing with two other individuals. The space had never been meant to house three bodies. She remembered the long days of auditions and job hunting and the pain of rejection after rejection. No, she didn't miss the city, but could she survive so in the wilderness?

  “I know you, Sheila-mine. You could not have survived much longer in the place that you were.” Airek said quietly; watching the myriad of expressions filter across Sheila's face.

  “You're right, Airek. I couldn't have survived much longer. But I was headed back home. I was going to go back to North Carolina.”

  Airek nodded. “I hear there is beautiful land down there.”

  Sheila's eyes were alight with pleasure. “Yes, it is beautiful. There is so much to see, the mountains, the water and the rolling countryside. But there is also development and urban environment. It is lovely. I had just decided to go back home when I was taken, Airek.”

  “And do you regret being here, with me?”

  Sheila shook her head. “No, how could you even ask such a thing? My soul found its missing piece when it found you.” Sheila cupped Airek's cheek and smiled into his eyes. “You are my heart, Airek. You are my mate.” She kissed his smiling mouth. “I could never regret being here with you.”

  Airek laughed and exuberantly lifted Sheila up in his arms, twirling her around the bathroom.

  Sheila giggled helplessly as Airek spun her around and around. Only when her head began to vibrate and her stomach began to twist did she place a hand on his shoulder and beg him to stop.

  “I think I'm going to hurl, please put me down, Airek.” Sheila said laughingly.

  Airek placed her gently on the edge of the sink and wrapped her legs around his waist. He looked deeply into her eyes. “There was nothing before you, Sheila. I lived in the dark waiting for someone to lead me out, someone who would fill that aching gap in my heart. You are my reason for being.” Airek used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes. “Don't cry, my love.”

  Sheila hiccupped. “I can't help it. I swear you say things just to make me cry.” Sheila kissed Airek gently. “I love you, Airek.”

  Airek's eyes were alight with pleasure at her declaration. “And I love you, my Lupe, my Sheila.”

  Sheila grinned and wrapped her arms around him to pull him close. She rested her h
ead on his shoulder. “So, now, can we go buy a brush?”

  Airek laughed heartily. “Anything for you, my love.”

  Chapter Seven

  New Hope was a lovely little town. With its small shops and restaurants lining Main Street and its inhabitants walking leisurely with their children and dogs, it appeared to be a town straight from the turn of the century.

  Sheila was charmed. Even back home in North Carolina she had never seen a town so quaint and adorable.

  “We'll go over to Myrtle's, it's the only women's clothing store in town.” Airek said, pulling Sheila by the arm. Now that they were in town and amongst non-Pack members, Airek was eager to clothe Sheila properly. He had loaned Sheila one of his shirts and Sira had dug up a pair of cutoffs for Sheila to wear, but sadly, Sheila still appeared to be a shipwreck victim. The shirt was too long and hopelessly too large, and the shorts were too short and ridiculously tight. Airek did not appreciate the stares that his Lupe was receiving from the men of the town.

  “I love it here. It's so cute.” Sheila said, smiling broadly.

  Airek grinned. “Yes, it's a good, friendly town.” He hesitated for only a moment before telling her, “I was born and raised right outside of New Hope.”

  “Really? Oh, tell me more.”

  “What would you like to know, Sheila-mine?”

  Sheila laughed. “Everything, I mean, I don't know much about you, Airek.”

  Airek smiled. “You know the most important things about me.”

  Sheila blushed. “Well, yeah, I know that stuff, but I don't know about your family, or your childhood.”

  Airek led Sheila down the street. He took a deep breath, letting fresh air fill his lungs. “There is not much to tell, Sheila. I was born to be Alpha of my clan. My parents were both of the Loopin. My father was the former Alpha and my mother the Lupe of the clan. My family has inhabited these woods for generations.”

  Sheila couldn't imagine what it would have been like to have been raised by wolves—literally. What would your childhood be like, knowing you were the next leader of a wolf shifter Pack?

  “It was fine, Sheila. I had a good childhood.” Airek answered her mind's questions. “My parents were strict, yet loving. They knew their duties and they knew what mine would be. They raised me to be a strong and able Alpha, to keep my Pack safe and prosperous. I have run the woods my entire life, I had the forest as my playground and I never wanted for anything.”

  Sheila ran a hand down Airek's arm and smiled into his eyes. “Obviously your parents did a great job of raising you.”

  Airek laughed. “Your compliments could turn a man's head.”

  “I only want to turn one man's head.” Sheila gave him a coy look. “Have I succeeded?”

  Airek leaned down to place a passionate kiss on her lips. He whispered in her ear, “You have more than succeeded.”

  Sheila smiled and hugged him to her. “So, sugar daddy, where are you taking me again?”

  “To Myrtle's, I think you'll find what you need there.”

  “Myrtle, what a name,” Sheila said.

  Airek stopped in front of the storefront. “Myrtle Kennedy and my mother were good friends. She is a fine woman, Sheila. I think you'll like her.” Airek rang the bell and when it buzzed pushed the door open.

  *

  Sheila took in the store. It was small, divided into two rooms with the front half larger than the back half. Clothes were crammed into every conceivable nook of the store and it seemed as if there was no rhyme or reason to the style. There were children's clothes, juniors, misses and petites and they were all thrown together on racks and hangers and walls. It was a mess, but a glorious one at that.

  “Airek, it is so good to see you, where the hell have you been?”

  Sheila turned at the sound of a woman's voice coming from the back of one of the clothing racks. The rack was pushed aside to reveal a short, plump woman of about fifty. She had soft blond hair pulled up into a loose chignon and a round and happy face that was only slightly flushed. This had to be Myrtle.

  “Myrtle, you are looking wonderful, you haven't aged a day.” Airek said, rushing forward to give her a large hug.

  Myrtle laughed. “You always were the charmer.” Myrtle swung her bright eyes over to Sheila. “And who would this lovely young woman be?”

  Airek smiled proudly. “This is my woman.”

  Sheila shot Airek an annoyed look. “This woman has a name.” Sheila held out her hand to Myrtle and gave her a friendly smile. “I'm Sheila McKay and it is so nice to finally meet you.”

  Myrtle's eyes widened and she chuckled. “Well, Airek, it would seem as if you have met your match. The pleasure is mine, Sheila. How has this rogue been treating you?”

  Sheila smiled. “I have no complaints as of yet. Of course I have only known him a short while.” Sheila joined Myrtle in her laughter. She looked over at Airek, who was rolling his eyes. “You have a very interesting store, Myrtle.”

  Myrtle laughed. “It's crazy, I know. But I could never decide what sort of woman's clothes I wanted to sell, so I decided to sell them all. Then I just didn't have enough space for everything on the racks, so I began to toss it wherever there seemed to be room. The final result was rather…” Myrtle swept her arm around the room, “well, the final result was this insanity.”

  Sheila giggled. “I like it. Do you think you could help me to find some things?”

  “Of course dear, what do you need?”

  Sheila tossed Airek a look before turning back to Myrtle. “Everything. You could say I came here with just the clothes on my back.”

  “Well, come along then, let's get started. We can't have you running about naked now, can we?”

  *

  Myrtle was baffled when Sheila and Airek began to laugh hysterically. What had she said? She sighed; Airek had always been a strange boy, a good boy, but strange. It would seem that he had found himself an equally strange girlfriend.

  *

  Airek looked on with bemused acceptance as piles of clothes and toiletries began to swamp the cashier's desk. Sheila and Myrtle had been at it for over an hour now. There were several pairs of jeans, numerous blouses, t-shirts and undergarments, not to mention skirts, slacks and shoes piled on the front desk. Airek counted at least twenty to twenty-five separate garments.

  Airek looked over to Sheila. She was in front of a mirror debating whether or not to take the checked shirt that Myrtle had insisted was a terrific color on her. Airek rolled his eyes. Women. What was it with women and clothes? He had to admit that even the females of his Pack, when they did wear clothes, wore them proudly. Sira had a particular fondness for overalls. He and Thane thought they were hideous, but Sira insisted they were comfortably fashionable, whatever that meant.

  “Do you like this shirt, Airek?” Sheila asked, bringing the checked monstrosity over.

  Airek cleared his throat. “I think it looks like a shirt.”

  “I didn't ask if it looked like a shirt or not, Airek. I know it is a shirt. I asked if you liked it or not.”

  Airek sighed; he obviously wasn't going to be able to get out of this one. “If you want my honest opinion, Sheila-mine. No, I don't like the shirt.”

  Sheila nodded. “Yes, I think you're right. It doesn't suit me at all.” Sheila tossed the shirt on top of a pile of discards and went back to where Myrtle was holding a polka-dotted dress for her inspection.

  Airek groaned. It was going to be an impossibly long day.

  * * * *

  Sheila smoothed down the front of her new skirt and smiled. She felt much better. She looked over to Airek and blew him a kiss.

  “Thank you,”

  “You look beautiful.”

  Sheila blushed. “Thank you, it's the new clothes.”

  Airek shook his head. “It's you; it's always just you, Sheila.”

  “Now I think you're trying to turn my head.” Sheila said with a grin.

  “Ah, I see they found us.” Airek said, his eyes l
ooking past Sheila.

  Sheila followed Airek's gaze. Sira and Thane were coming towards them. Sira wore a happy expression on her lovely face and Thane was scowling.

  “I see you've been to Myrtle's.” Sira laughed.

  Sheila nodded.

  Thane looked at Airek. Airek was holding several large shopping bags and looking at his mate with a disgruntled air. Thane sighed. He knew exactly how Airek felt. “Sira wanted to go to the hardware store.”

  Airek nodded. It was well known that Thane's mate had a love for anything mechanical and electric. She had built several of the Pack's homes with little-to-no help. She was quite a wonderful carpenter, and not a bad architect.

  Sira turned to Sheila, her eyes were shining. “I just bought a new electric saw. This one is twice as strong as the one Thane bought me last year.”

  Sheila couldn't hide her smile of delight. Sira was genuinely overjoyed at her purchase of a new electric saw. She had never seen anyone, least of all a girl, who was so excited about a trip to the hardware store before. “I am glad that you found what you wanted.”

  Sira grinned and pulled Thane to her. “He's such a love to deal with me and all my eccentricities.” She kissed him and squeezed his beautiful ass.

  Thane smiled foolishly. He mimicked his mate and squeezed her right back. “What can I say; I am a man in love,” Thane said, still smiling.

  Airek laughed. “Well said, my friend, well said.” Airek turned to Sheila. “If there isn't anything else you need, we should get back.”

  “Books,” she cried out.

  “What?”

  “Books, I need books, Airek.”

  Airek groaned but nodded. “Come on, I'll take you to the bookstore.” He looked to Thane and Sira. “We'll meet you back home in an hour.”

  Sira and Thane nodded and gave their Alpha a pitying look. At this rate Airek and Sheila would never make it back to camp before nightfall.