Micah's Family

Chapter 2

I didn't get a chance to breathe again until the door shut on Micah's old bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Micah asked, with penetrating eyes.

I nodded meekly and started to unpack.

"Anita?" he probed, looking uncertain from the other side of the bed, his suit hanger in hand.

"I'm fine, Micah." I flashed him a smile, one that I knew didn't reach my eyes.

"Bullshit," he grumbled, tossing the hanger down and walking around from the other side of the bed to stand beside me.

I tried fleetingly to keep focus on unpacking my suitcase, but his vibrating presence distracted me. It's hard to ignore a lycanthrope when they're putting out this much metaphysical energy. I met his steady gaze and felt my insides wither. He eyes held disappointment even though his face was neutrally blank. I wanted to make that look to go away.

"I'm trying--"

"Try harder," said Micah gruffly, his eyes narrowing.

I felt my own gaze narrow warningly and my anger simmer, ready to boil beneath my skin. "Let me finish, Micah," I told him, reaching around him and plucking the first thing I could reach out of the suitcase to put away. "The last time I met my boyfriend's family it didn't turn out too hot."

"Richard's family was mean to you?" asked Micah, clearly perplexed.

I laughed bitterly. "No, they were wonderful and perfect. I love them as if they were my own. Then we broke up and suddenly I was person non grata."

Micah plucked the shirt from my hand and tossed it back to the bed. He took me into his arms and rested his chin against my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

I felt my throat grow tight with the effort not to cry. I didn't trust myself to speak and nodded my head. Micah drew soothing circles up and down my back and crooned softly in my ear, comforting me. Letting out a shaky sigh, I collapsed against him as all my tension slipped away.

"Are you going to be okay?" he murmured, pulling back to look me in the eye.

"I can do this," I said and then emphasized, "I want to do this."

A smile broke across his face, chasing the dark look away. "Always my brave queen."

"Right now I don't feel so very brave," I mumbled, looking down at the open suitcase. "I feel silly and I hate it."

"You're never silly," Micah replied gently, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. I shivered. "You know I love you, don't you?" he said, his breath stirring the fine hairs on my neck.

I turned toward him and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips pressed against mine sweetly. I opened my mouth under his tender assault and we exchanged a slow entanglement of tongues. Gradually it got heavier as Micah sought more from the kiss, until he pressed me onto my back.

The suitcase jabbed me uncomfortably. I must have grimaced, because next thing I knew Micah pulled me up and swung his arm out underneath me knocking it to the floor. Everything was sprawled out, a few items still rolling, but I couldn't find it in me to care. What he had done was the sexiest thing I had ever encountered.

I jerked his shirt up, running my fingers over his hot skin. Lycanthropes have hotter skin than humans, partially because their metabolism is through the roof and partially because of their beast’s metaphysical energy. Micah's leopard stretched inside him in excitement from my touch. His power roiled through him, tingling my fingers.

He trailed hot openmouthed kisses down my neck, his long slender fingers busily working on my blouse buttons. He swept his hand under the fabric, smoothing over my skin until he captured a breast in his hand.

"Micah," I sighed, pressing into him. He rolled his head up to look at me, smiling into my skin at my flushed face.

He pressed another kiss into my skin just below my breast, working his mouth up and over the lacy fabric of my dark purple bra. He captured the top of it between his teeth and jerked down. I heard the fabric rip and could only hope it wasn't so damaged that I couldn't wear it again.

His beast called to mine and I felt her swim through me. She filled my eyes and Micah's rose up to greet her. I gasped as his leopard poured through me, filling me up like liquid velvet. I shuddered in his arms, overcome by the sensation of it. They stroked and rubbed each other to near completion, bringing both Micah and myself to near screaming before falling away gently back inside their cages.

Micah was panting with his eyes unfocused when I managed to open my own. I knew it thrilled him that our beasts connected in such a way. We truly were king and queen to each other, but this was the first time I'd been wholly agreeable to them. I was afraid even when I knew they could be docile.

"Wow," he marveled, as though this was the first time it had happened and not the hundredth.

I licked my lips. "But still unsatisfactory."

Micah laughed, stroking my breast again. "How on earth could I possibly remedy that, I wonder?" he teased.

I grinned. "I'm not sure, shall we find out?"

He chuckled, finding and tweaking my nipple with his fingers. The sensation on top of the kindling our beasts had laid out had me moaning and arching into him. Micah laughed again, kissing me hard on the mouth before dipping lower and licking the pink crest he was playing with.

He sipped and suckled bringing me up off the bed with a cry of pleasure. He tormented me, dipping his fingers below my jeans and teasing the fine hairs there. He caressed my belly, first with his fingertips and then with his mouth, drawing noises from me that even to my ears sounded urgent.

"Micah, Micah," I chanted, bringing my hands to the buckle of his belt and fumbling with it. "I need you," I told him, leaning up to kiss and lick his chest and collarbone.

He helped me with his buckle and pants, shucking them off and tossing them somewhere behind him. He was now fully naked and I couldn't help but be amazed that he was mine.

Micah simply put is gorgeous from his curly hair right down to his perfectly arched feet. He was large for a man his height and, well, for any man. I knew from other bedtime talk that women had taken aversion to it or used him as their sex toy and it had hurt him. I couldn't help but think that all the other women before me were crazy.

Reaching out I grasped all that thick hard maleness in my hand and pumped firmly up and down. Micah moaned, his head falling back under my ministrations. I leaned forward and suckled on his adam's apple and he purred. The vibrations rumbled through me coalescing into a pool of liquid desire. I couldn't help but purr back.

Micah was fully hard now underneath my hand and I wanted to taste him. His crown was dribbling pre-cum, making the head slick. I brought my mouth down and licked the salty essence away. Micah groaned. I did it again, flowering my lips and applying light suction. He thrust toward me, helpless against me.

I licked down the length of him and back up. His hands groped at the back of my head until he could sift his fingers through my hair, holding me to him. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes and saw him watching me. The look on his face stirred my ardeur, but I thrust it back. I would feed it, but not now, not until he was coming inside me.

Taking his erection into my mouth I slowly engulfed the head. Going down on Micah had taken practice because he was so large, but I found it had been well worth it. Micah's eyes fluttered and his stomach muscles clenched as I teased him by taking slightly more of him into my mouth with every bob of my head.

The texture of him on my tongue was one of the biggest turn-ons for me. He was smooth and hard with veins pulsing in time with his heart on the underside of him. I took him all the way to the base, relaxing my throat along the way so I wouldn't gag and held him there. He trembled, fighting the urge to thrust into my mouth. He was too large and we hadn't had enough practice at that for it to be comfortable.

I pulled back, releasing him in one wet slurp, grinning happily at him for my accomplishment. He groaned my name, a cross between an oath and a prayer and pulled me to him. He tore my jeans from my body and threw them behind him. They probably landed on top of his pair and I could only hope they hadn't really torn. I had forgotten in my success just how fast and strong a lycanthrope could be.

Moist and nude, I rubbed my sex against his, prolonging the suffering. Then his hips thrust upwards searching, his hand guiding him into my slick entrance and I slid onto him. Or him into me. I was too lost in the sensation of him filling me to notice properly.

With Micah I was fullest. With Micah I was whole, his thickness stretching me to my limits, his length bumping gently against my cervix. This was one of the few positions we could be in and have him totally inside me. He was careful, pulling out slowly and pumping back into me. I could feel the suction, the pull of him, and I think I shouted.

"Shush, shush," Micah signaled, pressing a hand over my mouth, stilling his hips.

Footsteps paused outside our door, the light beneath it broken by somebody outside. Did I mention that lycanthropes had excellent hearing too? No wonder he quieted me.

Playfully, I licked his palm, tracing the lines of the creases with the tip of my tongue, my eyes showing my mirth. If he didn't want to be caught doing the naughty with me at his parents house he should have thought of that sooner.

Whoever it was apparently decided against knocking and quickly left. I bit the fleshiest part of his palm and he yelped. I laughed, pushing against him so that he filled me once more. His bright green eyes sparkled and he started driving into me, so hard I had to hold on and just enjoy the ride.

I could feel my orgasm hurtling toward me and knew he was close to his. It was now that I let the ardeur out and it rolled into us, adding a new height to our passion. He grunted in effort, shoving himself into me so hard I'm sure our bed hit the wall behind us.

Again and again he thrust until I plunged over the edge into the shining promise of oblivion. He came a few moments later, pumping himself into me until every last ounce of energy left him and he collapsed in a heavy lump on top of me and I chuckled, reprieved and happy, certain that this week could not be nearly so bad anymore.