Six: Lana

Lana’s P.O.V.

“He needs a name you know,” I said to Maddie as she walked next to me, her hand in mine. It had only been a day with him, but I was already feeling this pull demanding that I never return him to his owner. As wary as I was of him at first, now I wanted to be selfish and keep him as our wolf.

The large beast trotted along, on the other side of Maddie, scanning the area carefully. He had gone off a ways to go the bathroom and when we had followed him, he let out a growl that I hadn’t heard before, telling us to stay back as he bared down.

It should have scared me and made me worry for the safety of my daughter but for some reason, it just made both of us burst into giggles. When he returned, his head was down and he refused to look at us. It was the most bizarre reaction I had ever seen from an animal.

“That’s silly. He has a name.” Maddie said as she stopped to pick up a rock, not caring about the critters beneath it that quickly burrowed into the ground. I eyed her hand making sure I didn’t see anything moving before she grabbed mine, and we continued our walk. “His name is Olly.”

The wolf walking next to us stumbled, his leg going out beneath him, and he let out a huff of air as he righted himself.

“See, he likes it!” She said, shoving the rock into her pocket and dropping her hand against his back.

“He sure does,” I said as I stared at the animal looking at my daughter with such curious eyes. The way the abnormally large creature tilted his head and dropped his eyebrows was so comically human that I found it hard to believe he didn’t understand what we were saying. There was an intelligence in his green eyes and an expressiveness in his face that told me animals knew a lot more than humans would ever be aware of.

"Let's head back home. We can come out again tomorrow." I turned slowly so Maddie would be able to keep up. Olly stayed glued to her side as we walked back to the house. I couldn't help but watch his unusual behaviors throughout the rest of the evening as we went through our nightly routine.

He waited for us to eat before he touched any of the rice I had given him to help settle his stomach. He walked Maddie to the bathroom and then to her room before making his way to lay down in the living room. He even seemed to be tracking who was talking and giving us his undivided attention as we did so.

It was weird. I had dogs before, but they never acted that way.

After everything was cleaned and Maddie was in bed, I took a quick shower. We didn't have hot water for long as I had already used most of it on Maddie's bath and cleaning up from dinner, but it was enough to get me clean and help me relax.

The scratchy towel was too small for comfort, but it would make due until we could make a run to the store. It would have to be soon. I was just putting it off for as long as possible. The sooner we started showing our faces in public places, the sooner James could find us.

I walked out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before retiring to my room for the night. Thoughts of my past were heavy in my mind as I filled my cup. I didn't really care about the fact that my child-sized towel dropped. Maddie was in bed, and I was all alone in the house. I grabbed the fabric as it fell to the floor before lifting it to dry my hair as I walked back to my room.

The choking sound that came from the living room had me turning to look behind me. I knew Olly had an upset stomach today, and I wanted to make sure that he was okay before I went to sleep for the night.

"Hey buddy," I whispered as I walked closer. His ears were down, and his head was turned away from me, but I could see his eyes were closed tightly as if he were in pain.

My palm ran over the top of his head, enjoying the softness of his freshly rinsed fur. "You doing okay?"

He tilted into my hand, enjoying my touch and cracking his eyes open a small amount before ripping his head away from me. I watched concerned as he dropped his head with his nose against the wall before throwing a paw over his snout.

"Okay, then. Goodnight." I whispered before standing up and heading back toward my room. There was something not right about that creature.

Sleep came easier than I had expected, but I was happy to drift away into dreamland. A land with no responsibilities or stress.

***

The white sheets of the bedding emitted a glow as I ran my fingers over them. It wasn't my bed at the cabin. I knew that much. Yet, somehow I still knew that it belonged to me.

Only it was a king-size mattress, something far bigger than I would ever need for just myself.

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind the main door, and I looked up with a smile. Excitement filled me, knowing that it would just be us tonight. The door cracked open, and a familiar head of brown hair leaned in.

"I was hoping you'd still be up," He whispered as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. His piercing green eyes bore into me with a promise of what was to come, sending a shiver down my spine. "You take my breath away every time I see you."

My eyes scanned over his face. In the back of my mind, I understood that I knew him, I just didn't know where from. An image of a naked man standing in my kitchen flashed in and out of my mind in a second, and I could help but trail my gaze over his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and abs. Disappointment filled me when I reached his shorts and couldn't continue my perverted perusal of his body.

"I didn't want to go to sleep without you," I whispered, my voice sounding softer than I remembered, as if I was hearing it instead of the one saying it. The odd sensation of being here but also being an observer sent mixed emotions through me as he stepped forward, unbuttoning his shorts with one hand as he did so.

"Baby, it's been too long since you last came for me. Who says we're going to be sleeping?" He asked with a mischievous crooked grin that caused wetness to immediately form between my legs.

"It's only been since this morning." The laugh that came from my chest was flirty and breathy as he approached me at the edge of the bed.

"Exactly. That's way too damn long." His hands moved the fabric from his hips. The shorts and boxers pooled around his ankles, allowing him to step out of them easily as he reached me.

My eyes grew wide, and my mouth began to water at his muscular thighs and what lay between them. His thick and generous cock stood at full attention, ready for me.

I pushed myself back on my hands, moving up the bed with a giggle as he crawled onto the plush surface after me, tearing my shorts and underwear from my body. His smell was delicious, and I couldn't help but breathe in deeply as he began to kiss up my stomach, pulling my shirt up as he did so, until he could get it over my head and free from my body.

He paused as he hovered over me, his lips gently brushing against mine. "I love you, Lana."

My eyes closed as I savored the words with a smile. I knew I would never grow tired of hearing that from him. When he said it, it made everything else in the world seem right. "I love you too."

His name was on the tip of my tongue, I just couldn't get it out. I recognized him as someone important to me, someone I loved, but I also had no idea who he was.

The thrust into me that followed had my back arching with pleasure, and a moan came from both of us.

My walls stretched around him, and I felt him rubbing his pelvis against my clit as he thrust in and out of me. His lips connected with mine, and his tongue teased me as he wrapped his arm under my knee, pulling it up as he drove in deeper. Sparks covered my skin, electrifying everywhere we touched.

"Mh," I moaned out as he leaned back and stared down at me. "Harder!"

A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, and he slammed deeper and harder into me. The sound of my wetness filled the room as our gentle love-making turned into a hard fucking. Each time he sank into me, a moan tore free from my throat.

My walls tightened around him as he let out a growl. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" He asked, sending another wave of pleasure to my core. He knew I did.

I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't walk. I wanted the feeling of him between my thighs to stay with me for hours after we were done. "Yes! You fuck me so good!"

"That's my girl." He panted with a dark look before moving his hand between my legs and rubbing my clit expertly.