Yuck, I am sooo out of here.
I couldn't be sad to have the only other voice in my head fade away. Marcus and I were making good time into British Columbia. I had a thought to stop in an actual city today. I had had a pot (literal pot) of crappy coffee this morning, but I could really go for something properly brewed and filtered. Also, Marcus really needed a new shirt. The one he had was functional but looked like crap. His pants weren't much better. He needed to wash, or in the case of the shirt – replace, both.
When we approached highway sounds, I followed them north and west expecting to come on something. Sure enough, we had found Kelowna.
I phased and dressed. "I'll get you some clothes and come back," I told Marcus with a smile.
"I wish I could join you," he said remorsefully.
"You can after your dressed," I teased, kissing him. "Or maybe I'll just enjoy removing what's left of that outfit."
He growled and grabbed me to him roughly. "Teasing is not nice."
I felt the shiver down my spine that his cold hands and tenor voice created. "Hmmm, seems pretty nice to me." I kissed him again, running my tongue over his icy lips. That bittersweet flavor was better than the coffee I was going to get in town. His hands had left my arms and were drifting under my shirt now. I shivered again as his fingers found my skin, but I pushed him away a little. "Not until I get a bed," I vowed.
He laughed. "Understood."
It thrilled me that Marcus's clothing was the only thing keeping him from joining me. We had crossed a few hikers' paths en route and, other than stopping for a moment to collect himself, he didn't seem to be bothered by the scent at all. Of course, he hadn't run into that smell while hunting. He'd told me that would be the worst time.
I hoofed it to the highway in my jeans and black tee. Someone pulled over for me, "Need a lift into town?" a grey head asked through the window of the pick-up.
"Yeah, thanks," I said with a smile, hopping in. "I'm camping in the area and just wanted to get a few supplies."
"Oh, yeah," he said, nodding, a common story no doubt. "You got a gun or bear spray on you? They're ornery right now."
"Yeah, I left the spray with my friends."
He nodded again. "Where can I drop you?" he asked as we pulled in.
"Got a Wal-mart?" I asked.
He snorted. "Who doesn't these days." He drove straight through town across the river.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, jumping out.
"Take care," he replied, pulling back out of the parking lot. Canadians sure were nice.
I looked around the big box complex and saw a place called 'Mark's Work Warehouse.' I started laughing, thinking of my Mark, and ran toward it. I picked out several shirts and a variety of pants that should fit. I also found a bag I could carry things in. I brought it up to the till and pulled the cash from my pocket.
"Oh, I don't have a way to exchange American money," the cashier told me with an apologetic smile. "There's a bank three or four blocks down the highway, by the Safeway. I'll hold this for you, if you like."
"Um.. sure." I hadn't even thought about changing my money. Of course I would need to. "Thanks."
After a quick turnaround, I took my new purchases and found a Starbucks. I absolutely had to stop. Not only coffee, coffee I knew. I saw lots of Canadians walking around with Tim Horton's cups that obviously held coffee, but something familiar? There was nothing like it. I carried my cup in one hand and slung my purchases slung over my shoulder with the other, walking along the highway. Another car pulled over for me.
"Headed west?" the young man inside asked.
"Yeah, just outside town. Thanks." I hopped in again.
"Sure thing. The buses here blow. That's why I have this POS." I listened to the engine grumble in complaint. "I'm not headed out of town, but I can at least get you across the bridge."
"I appreciate it." Were Canadians a lot more likely to pick up hitchers or was I a lot less scary looking than I used to be? I sipped my americano.
"You live here? Or just visiting?" he asked, looking at me with obvious interest.
I had to smile. Less scary, got it. "Just passing through. A friend and I are camping outside of town."
"Cool. Well, enjoy your stay." He slipped me his number as he shook my hand.
"Thanks, and thanks for the ride," I said with a wave. He turned south into the residential neighbourhood, and I trotted the rest of the way out of town.
Marcus was easy to find; he was glittering in the middle of a clearing with another bear at his feet.
"Someone is making a piggy of himself," I teased, tossing the bag at him. "Check that those fit," I said.
He looked at the bag and laughed, as I'd hoped he would. I found a snag to sit on while he changed. "I thought you were going to finish destroying this," he said as he took off his shirt and waved it at me.
"There is still time," I said with a smirk. "If those fit, I figured you'd wear your shred-wear another day until we get to the parks."
"Shred-wear?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Wolf-thing. When we're new to shifting, we have a tendency of doing so without removing tight fitting clothing first. Anything in rough enough shape that you don't mind losing is shred-wear."
He nodded dropping his pants. I whistled. "Tease," he complained again, pulling on the new pair.
I decided to show him who was and who was not teasing. I walked over and started stroking while I kissed him. He gasped at first, obviously surprised by my intention.
I pulled off my shirt, not wanting to get it dirty, and put my hand to him again, rubbing the head of him on me. Icy fingers made circles and lines on my back while his lips were freezing mine. His skin was quickly warmed with my heat, though, and the touches became cool rather than cold. He was also starting to groan.
"That's what I want to hear," I whispered, running my thumb over his swollen head.
He pulled his lips slightly from mine and I heard his teeth click as he closed them tightly. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered through heavy breaths.
"You aren't hurting me," I told him with a chuckle, putting my tongue to his neck. He was cold as ice and my mouth was hot and watering. He gasped and tightened his grip on me as I licked his throat. I felt his nails scrape into me. He was starting to tense up. I knew he was close.
"Does the fresh feed make you hotter?" I asked. He hadn't gotten off this easily last time.
He nodded, his eyes heavily lidded.
I kissed his lower lip, biting it lightly. I squeezed him more tightly in my fist and listened to his groan.
"Leah," he whimpered.
I squatted quickly and put my mouth to him. I choked as he thrust into my mouth. I barely had time to shift myself before he was shooting into me.
Was his ejaculation venomous? I had no idea. Better safe than sorry, I figured, so I let the fluid drip back out of my mouth and down his length. I rubbed it along the still-hard shaft, before standing again.
"Leah," he murmured again, pulling my lips to his.
"Just let me rinse my mouth," I said quickly.
"It's not venom," he said with a smile.
"Oh." I smiled and licked my lips.
He closed his eyes and his face creased as he took a deep breath, "Tease."
I laughed. "Come on, let's get out of here." I began pulling my pants off to phase.
Cold hands slipped under my panties, pulling them down with my pants. "Piggy," I muttered with a laugh.
"Mmmhmmm," he mumbled with his mouth on me. I shivered and started to fall forward, my hand out to catch the ground. He turned me to sit on him. "I'll be the one on the needles this time," he suggested.
I could agree to that. I leaned over and kissed him again. "How do you get me so hot?" I asked, bewildered. "I was taking it easy, having a coffee, and now, I think I'll melt if I don't have you in me." I lowered myself slowly over him. I watched him wince as I covered him inch by inch.
"You will melt me," he declared, putting cold hands to my hips. He tried to thrust into me, but I lifted myself at the same time.
"No, no no," I argued. "I'm the one riding here. You just lie still," I teased.
He whimpered again. This powerful, mighty predatory killer was reduced to whimpers by me. God that was sexy. I dropped onto him this time and his shoulders came up off the ground in a jerk. I squeezed the length of him inside me and he relaxed back to the ground with a groan. I leaned over him and put my mouth to his chest. I took one of his frozen nipples in my mouth and nipped it. He moaned again and his head thumped on the ground. I ran my tongue around it and sucked it into my mouth.
He lifted his hips and again I lifted my own. "You are driving me mad," he said, rolling his eyes back into his head. His hips fell back to the earth and he slipped a little from me. I bobbed lightly on just the head of his cock until he whimpered again, his hands tightening on my hips.
I slapped one of his arms, "You're going to bruise me," I admonished.
He whimpered again and slowly, one by one, his fingers relaxed. I continued to rub the tip of him, occasionally dropping lower to relish the chill that sent through my insides. I leaned back as the heat continued to build in me. I wouldn't be able to tease him much longer. His hands slid forward and his thumbs were in my hair, one rubbing very close to my hot and throbbing clit. He seemed to realize this and slid the last fraction to touch me. I dropped onto him with a cry of my own. I put my hands to my breasts and squeezed them as I rode the full length of him, letting his cold shaft massage my heat. I was squeezing and throbbing and he was tossing his head, holding his hands tight to my hips. He was bruising me again, but I didn't care. I was going to come and so was he.
"Leah," he begged, just as I cried one more time, unravelling on him. I laid down on his chest putting my cheek to his cold pectoral. I took several ragged breaths while he stroked my hair. "You are amazing," he whispered, kissing my head.
"You're no slouch yourself," I mocked, grinning for all I was worth.
We ran once I was able to stand again.
Ewwww, could you take an hour or two before phasing, Leah. That is soooo gross. It was Seth. That made it worse.
I filled my mind with the polite and kind Canadians that gave me a lift. Sorry, Seth. That better?
Yeah, thanks. Where are you in Canada?
Kelowna. I'm hoping to hit the Parks tomorrow.
Awesome! Can't wait to see that. The Rockies are supposed to be gorgeous up there.
Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too. My tongue lolled, remembering pictures I'd seen. Maybe I'll clean up in a hot spring. But that brought an image of Marcus in a speedo. Eek, sorry, Seth.
Heh, guess that's what we get for unloading on you so often, eh? He was right. I couldn't count how many women in string bikinis or less I'd had to see through the heads of my pack mates.
So you're good. I'm so glad to know that, Leah. I was really worried, y'know? I mean, you never liked the Cullens. I had no idea how you would handle being imprinted on a leech. I'm glad it's working for you.
Well it's not all lollipops and puppies. That brought a funny image of me having puppies and Seth and I both had to bark laughs. But I'd managed to keep the more disturbing image from him. No doubt he'd heard about it from Jacob anyway.
Yeah, he said it was, complicated. He carefully avoided thinking about it too much either.
How's Mom? I quickly changed topics.
Great. Your stuff arrived yesterday. She says you better write soon or she's going to come to Canada and kick your ass.
I barked again. She would, too. Well, if we're in the Parks, I'll be able to email. If I'd been on the ball, they had Wifi in Kelowna, but I left the laptop with Marcus.
He was looking at me quizzically again, wondering who I was talking to and about what, as usual. He smiled then and looked ahead. I guessed I looked happy.
Wow, he loves you, eh?
I hadn't really thought about it as love. I mean, he needed me, and I needed him, but love?
I guess...
Well, Lucia's still in the house, I'm going to phase back, save my nose an hour or two. Give you some peace to indulge in all your dirty thoughts, you sick puppy.
I laughed again, and Seth's mind left mine.
We entered the Park boundaries and were still going more or less west. We were finding a lot more human scents and I looked to Marcus, wondering if he needed another hunting stop before we got too far in. His eyes had converted to a full gold now and he smiled at me. The smell didn't seem to be bothering him at all. "There is a resort ahead?" he asked.
I phased to human. "You know about that?"
He laughed. "There's a sign on the road ahead." Sure enough, now I could glimpse the sign on the highway through the trees. I hadn't been looking at it before. "I do believe I promised you a bed," he said with another smile.
I blushed and he stopped walking, grabbing me into a kiss. He could never resist me when I blushed. "Can I treat you to a room for the night? A night without your fur coat?"
I laughed. "I would love that. I don't know if it's a good idea, though. I don't have much money." I looked down, embarrassed.
"I said I would treat you." He pulled a wad of bills from one the bags.
"Where did you get that?" They were nearly all hundred dollar bills, he must have had five or ten thousand on him.
"Carlisle," he said simply. "When I mentioned that I didn't bring any funds with me from Volterra, he and Edward gave me what they had on them. He said to let him know if we needed anything else."
My mouth was still hanging open, and he was looking at me worriedly.
"This is too... too much," I stammered. "I can't take this from them."
He smiled now. "You don't have to. I did. And I have every intention of paying them back, once we're on our feet."
He stroked my cheek and the chill made me look away from the bills. I really liked the way he said 'we'. "Right. We will."
"So, I can treat you?" he asked again.
"Hell yeah!" I said with a larger smile.