Werelion's True Mate (BBW WERELION ALPHA PACK SHIFTER PREGNANCY PARANORMAL EROTIC ROMANCE) Page 2

  “Oh, my god, are you okay?” she helped him to get inside after she had a little stroke herself.

  “I’m fine. It’s not that bad as it seems,” he said.

  “I think we should go back to the city immediately, we have to check for rabies.”

  Veronica grabbed the phone and called 911. The house was reachable with the vehicle and they immediately send an emergency jeep to pick them up. They also contacted the park rangers in order to save time by driving him closer to the main road.

  “It’s okay darling, the rangers will be here in fifteen minutes and the ambulance jeep will be waiting for you.”

  “Good. It’s nothing serious, I’ll be fine,” he said despite the uncontrollable tremble caused by the taste of death.

  In less than two hours he was in a hospital. There was no sign of rabies and he was released next day. Although he wanted to go back to his work, the hospital ordered him a week rest.

  ***

  Except the thoughts which obsessed Clint’s mind, the rest of his life continued as if nothing has happened.

  He followed the doctor’s recommendation to stay in bed and he had plenty of time to think about the feelings he felt before the lion attacked and the feeling that could have been torn apart if he met less reasonable lion. The thoughts of leaving his position in the advantage of living a life with less pressure and more pleasure seemed more reasonable then following family orders.

  Veronica didn’t have to wait for a long time to hear the thoughts he was contemplating. As usual, she came home after the work and lied down to cuddle next to him.

  “Veronica, there is something I want to tell you.”

  “Then tell,” she ignored the serious tone of his voice.

  “I’ve been thinking and, I believe I might get more flexible with my carrier obsession.”

  His words left her with the blank face. The flexibility sounded too good to be true.

  “When I imagine us in house on the hills, two or three kids and a dog, I feel there is nothing more to wish for. There is no carrier that can make me happier then the picture of our family. I could still work somewhere where I could have a title to satisfy my family, but without the pressure of getting a Nobel price.”

  “I…I am…speechless…”

  “And you could still work all over the world when kids grow up.”

  Instead of words, she responded with the passionate kiss.

  “My answer is yes…”

  “I want to marry you Clint Fleming.”

  His heart charged with the sheer bliss and he squeezed her tight against his body.

  “I feared, but deep down I knew you will not let me down,” he whispered.

  ***

  The next day Clint and Veronica woke up warped around each other, embraced by the warm feelings and an image of their future.

  Idealistic state of togetherness and a warm touch of the blissful intimacy between them was broken by a sudden surge of Clint’s uncontrollable muscles tremble.

  “What’s wrong dear?” she said worried about his painful face expression.

  “A lion, one that bit me, I see him, he is watching me,” he said.

  “Watching?”

  “Now he went away, he was telling me something.”

  “What did he say?” she wanted go along with his words, even thou she couldn’t mask a fear in her voice.

  “I don’t know, he said without words, but I got strong feeling. I have to take care of our pack!”

  “Our pack?”

  “Our family! The lion in my protector, and I have to listing to him.”

  Veronica chocked, she couldn’t say a word to her man who was telling her the words that she would expect from a madman. He thinks he speaks with lion? Yet, she was blaming the recent shock for his strange thoughts.

  “What do you have to do?”

  “I have to take to ensure everything for you. You are my mate and I have to protect you and find a shelter for us!”

  “That was what you said last night, but I would like to have a nice house not a cave-shelter,” she wanted to ease his serious tone of voice.

  “I am loyal to you and my pack,” he continued to speak as if he was writing a ten commandments.

  “I am sure you are,” she said with the forced smile and leaned on to give him a kiss. Instead of kissing her back, he started to lick her neck and nuzzle against her.

  “Wow, aren’t you the sweetest even when you are crazy,” she like his gesture but the sudden turn of his mood confused her since he never did anything similar.

  “Darling, you have to report your decision?” she decided to bring him back to reality.

  “Yes, yes,” he sounded as Clint again and Veronica sighed in relief.

  “Okay, glad to have you back. I have to take a shower and then I’ll prepare the breakfast, I have to go in the office to verify some changes on the project.”

  “Yeah, I better make an appointment with the department director. I am sorry, I don’t know what happened. Now, I am fine again.”

  Veronica calmed down when she noticed that a normal every day ‘Clint’ was back. She took off the pajama and her underwear to prepare for a shower. Clint wanted to get out of the bed but her naked refection in the mirror left him motionless with the sight locked at her voluptuous body.

  Clint was man who could be aroused with only a kiss, but this time her body provoked animal reaction, he felt strong compulsion to mate with her; to found a family right away.

  He jumped and pulled Veronica back on the bed and started to kiss all over her without any foreplay consideration or the fact that she might need a bit of cuddling before surrendering her body to a passionate swung.

  “I see the old Clint is back,” she remembered how he used to grab her when they started to date. She wanted to use the opportunity to make up for all the years of ‘normal sex life’. Most important thing was, she felt wanted again.

  She turned around, bit his lip, and she grabbed his manhood without hesitating a single moment. Veronica closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling of a rock solid cock that she was squeezed while her tightness heated up in a millisecond.

  He pushed the finger between her thighs, discovering the clitoris again after the long time. It wasn’t easy for him to stay gentle, but loud Veronica’s moaning left him no choice. Every sound she made was a reward to him.

  Clint shoveled his head between her breasts, and before he travelled down, he kissed and nibbled at her nipples. His tongue used her body as a highway to the point where his fingers was. He lowered his head and started to lick the clitoris while his finger moved down and curled inside of her wet slit. He didn’t bother to find a sweet spot, as it seemed to her that her moans will get even louder by the wild movement of his finger. He hastily pushed the fingers in and out of her as she was thrilled with by the attention that she was not expecting to happen that morning. Her heart was beating as if it wanted to jump out and she jerked his swollen cock like she feels him for the first time in her life.

  She wanted to return with the same and she pushed him to align him with the bed. Her tongue outlined ever muscles of his six-pack and well-built torso. Yet, she didn’t want to waste time when there was giant cock that she could put in her mouth. Veronica rushed down to suck of the top of his cock.

  She didn’t know how much longer she could stand before jumping on his cock to satisfy her folds by a rapid movement, and tingling between her tights become severer ever time when she licked his ballast manhood. As she tasted it after a long time, her slit craved to feel him inside, and his finger inside only emphasized the need while her clitoris was being softly tongued.

  “I want you,” she said.

  He turned her over, and moved up to find her lips as he squeezed any part of the body that was available to his hand. The animal instinct forced him to take her from the back and he positioned himself behind her, kissing her neck until he reached the lips while she gasped the air that she believed will quench the tin
gling sensation that was passing through her skin ever in pleasure waves.

  Clint thrust his cock deep in her blazing lower lips, with the decisive movement Veronica screamed as loud as possible. She gasped with delight as he began to throb into her, hard and fast. His breathing was becoming deeper and louder, and she was following him in a heart breathe. They rubbed against each other as if they wanted to be even closer, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt such a savage lust for him, and in moment it even seemed too good to be real.

  Clint slammed harder with every new thrust as if he needed to show again how strong he was, his push was getting wilder with every passing second. As he began to move his groin in a circular motion like he wanted to take part of every single inch of her wetness.

  Neither of them noticed that his eyes were glowing, and it was better that way because if they did, the blissful they wouldn’t prolong the blissful moment. Under domination of a lust, Clint also didn’t noticed that his cock was getting bigger and that his hair was becoming thicker, behind the closed eyes all that mattered was the warm bound they created between them after a long time. Although, they believed that their sexual life was amazing, that morning proved them there was a line beyond amazing.

  Veronica never felt such a strong compulsion to suck in his cock with her slit, while letting him to be as rough as he wanted. She did notice that his cock reached the places here no man has gone before, but she didn’t bother to explain how was that possible.

  All of his subtitle changes only provided them with more pleasure, louder screams and rivers of sweat. It was not time to ponder why his hair becomes denser under her palm with every new breath that she let out.

  She touched his face, behind her and she turned to kiss him with her closed eyes. She grabbed his solid ass and pushed him as if she wanted to get even wilder. He increased his pace and started to thrust into her harder, gluing her against him. The pleasure that his cock gave her, sent shivers along the axis of her body and she trembled together with the shock-waves that was spreading through her body inside-out.

  Only after few minutes of their intimate unity, she felt herself getting close and closer to her peak, and seconds later, the first muscle convulsions overshadowed the coming orgasm. Their heart pumped as one beat and they felt as if the orgasmic shudders were crossing from one body to another through the wet skin. The tingling sparks were rippling through as their screamed loud enough to wake up the neighborhood.

  “Cuummmmm insideee meee,” she released the last words before he spilled his seed deep inside her and she felt how every drop speeded the warmness was reaching the depths of her belly.

  An hour passed before they moved out of bed, until they were locked together as if they wanted to stay glued to each other till the rest of their life. In an abundance of love that passed through them, nothing else mattered.

  “We are back to the year one,” Veronica said as the memories of the sexual encounters they had the first year of their relationship unfolded in their mind. They woke up the fire again.

  “Shower?” he asked.

  “Shower. Breakfast. Work. Yeah, back to the real life.”

  “Shower. Breakfast. Hospital.”

  “You are not working today, aren’t you?”

  “Of course not, I am following the doctor’s orders, but I’ll have to go to meet the medical director, I still have to cancel the proposition and explain my decision.”

  “Proposition, decision, collision, revision…” she kept adding rhymes as she was entering the bathroom.

  “Real life, yeah real life.”

  ***

  Clint finished one of the most difficult meetings in his career. He explained to director, and a long time mentor, why he changed his mind about the offered position. The meeting went better than expected since the director understood his choice even thou he didn’t foresee he already requested something that was more typical for people twice his age. Good news was the director contacted the head of a child department in a hospital near the hill where Clint and Veronica wanted to find a house, and as a end result, Clint had job interview in new hospital. Things couldn’t be better.

  Before he left the hospital, Clint wanted to pass by his old department to visit his colleagues and patients. As he stood at the end of a hall, he looked across the glass wall and saw the children who were playing in a kindergarten. Some of them were his patients; some of them were recovering from severe injuries, some of them survived against all odds.

  Clint’s heart skipped a beat when hen he reflected upon the mark that all these beautiful creatures had in common – their fragility. They were playing unaware of the fact life can strike them at any time or place, without prior warning. Even at that very moment, the earth-quake can wipe the whole city without anyone stopping by to say ‘sorry’.

  The inflow of sadness was interrupted by a voice that already spoke to him the same day.

  You see, that is how we see our descendants, the image of a lion returned to Clint’s mind.

  That’s why I attacked you. You would do the same in case you see someone is taking away these children without their consent, Clint felt only deep respect for the lion.

  But, I didn’t know, Clint answered.

  “Am I speaking to a lion?” he said out loud. I’m speaking to a lion, am I mad? he repeated in his mind.

  Clint felt as if he was losing ground. Even the thought that he could telepathically speak with an animal scared him beyond any fear he experienced in his life. The fear he felt when the lion attacked him was understandable, but this wasn’t, his logical mind couldn’t accept that.

  He turned away and rushed to the car, he was home in less than a half of the time he usually needed and on his way he tried to contact Veronica but she didn’t return the call.

  He rushed in bedroom and covered himself with few blanket as he was trembling in fear that the reality was slipping away. The only firm muscle was the only in arm with which he was holding a phone.

  After few minutes, Veronica called back.

  “Darling what’s wrong, you called me ten times?”

  “I heard a lion, I saw him again!” Clint started to sob and he released few tears.

  “Am home in fifteen minutes, hang in there, ok?”

  “Yeah, hurry, I want to hug you before I go nuts.”

  “I am already on my way home, don’t worry darling.”

  Clint’s trebling ceased, only few twitches every once in a while remarked that few seconds ago he felt as a child who had no hand to reach for.

  When Veronica came home he calmed down as he felt secure from the madness that reached him. After an hour of nurturing, the old Clint came back again.

  “Darling, you might need to find a professional help. What you are experiencing is nothing else then an after effect of the traumatic lion attack.”

  “Yeah, you are right. Where should go? I have few psychiatrists in my phonebook, I might ask them if they have somebody to recommend…”

  “Nah, you don’t need psychiatrist, you need psychotherapist. You need to speak with somebody, not just go on check up. My friend has one that she praises.”

  “Everybody is praising their therapists.”

  “Yeah, but Monica really changed. After all, she can have few drinks without fearing that she will become an alcoholic again.”

  “Well, the talking lion and alcohol are two different things.”

  “But the same person can help you.”

  “Sure. I really need someone who will tell me what is going on.”

  “I’ll give her a call right away, and you can set up an appointment!”

  “Great,” he sighed in relief. Any insight about his state would be worth spending all the money in the world.

  ***

  Lorena Quinn was psychotherapist trained in variety of different psychotherapeutic methods. She started with the interest in a famous psychiatrist C.G. Jung. Her passion in learning the way how human psyche works continued with Gestalt ps
ychotherapy, and later on she even finished transpersonal holotropic therapy approach.

  She just entered the fourth decade of her life, and after she divorced her husband who couldn’t stand the need to explore inner worlds and wounds, she devoted her life psychotherapy and her clients.

  She praised the idea of helping others, even to the point where she started to neglect her own needs. One day one she will be on the deathbed, she wanted to look back and see she helped as much people as she possibly could.

  Even though her altruistic philosophy was admired by many, Lorena spent many nights wondering about her lone life. She was substituting loneliness with another client to whom she could help. She already faced with the fact she will spend the rest of her life alone if she continues the same way, and she didn’t see anything wrong with it.

  When Clint called her and explained what he was going though, she scheduled a meeting without any concern about his strange telepathic encounters. As an experienced therapist, she wasn’t surprised by his symptoms.

  They met next day and Lorena was impressed with his career as well as with his body. Although she stopped looking for a man, she still noticed a well shaped body.

  After a short introduction, they were ready to speak about the problem.

  “You said it all started after the lion bit you. Can you explain me what happened later on? What did the lion said?”

  “Yes, after the attack fell in panic mode where I saw and heard a lion talking to me. I don’t know if it was real but for sure it seemed real. I felt sense and that what’s crazy. If it would be some gibberish, I wouldn’t care, but I had a feeling as if he was talking to me.”

  “And he was saying what?”

  “First time he said something about that I need to take care of my pack and next time he was telling me that he attacked my only because he wanted to protect the puppy I found before he attacked me.”

  “You see, Mr. Fleming, or Clint if I may, there’s nothing strange about that. Your psyche is coping with the trauma, and it tries to find sense in it. That’s the reason ‘the lion’ is trying to ‘explain’ what is going on.”