A second experience with Emily

She held the picture in her hands, and the little calmness or quietness Allerio felt she had disappeared.

    It was not because she was shouting, no, she didn't shout, but her facial expression, the color of her face and eyes had deepened.

    "This is Ellen." She was pointing out the picture to him as though it was of any use.

    He had no idea of Ellen.

    "Uh?"

    "And this is Charles."

    Okay, he knew Charles a bit, just the general detail about his being the beta of the pack who had left his duty.

    She had noticed his hands already touching her breasts, but he had dropped his hands to his sides.

    The sudden change in the air would not allow his hands to remain on her.

    She walked further away from him. "I'm drained out!"

    Her voice was loud, and it felt like an announcement.

    She turned to look at him. "Allerio!" She called, maintaining the same volume of voice. "Have you ever done this to anyone?"

    She wanted to compare him to Charles.

    He did not rush to think of an answer, the question in itself had no meaning.

    The room had four different sofas. Three of the sofas could allow just one person to sit, but the other was long enough to contain three persons.

    There was a different kind of light in the room. It wasn't that of a candle, but it was similar. The light made the room the perfect place to vent out deep emotions.

    Emily's emotions were deep to a high extent, and Allerio could feel it.

    "What about Charles?" He asked.

    She had sat on the long sofa, and he had sat beside her. One of his hands, his right hand was placed around her shoulders, his other hand touching her thighs.

    "Concerning Charles?"

    It amazed him that her eyes had become filled up with tears, but not a drop was falling out to wet her jaws.

    "What do you want to know about him?"

    Was she asking him that?

    "Your change in mood had drawn me to ask," he said, "and your mood has not changed to a good one."

    She nodded, giving him the impression that she had got his point.

    "Is it because of Charles kissing the lady in the picture?"

    That was a big question to her.

    She stood up, the picture still in her hands. "You should not ask about him. It is a totally irrelevant question."

    She placed the picture on the ground, beside the sofa, and went close to the other pictures on the wall. One of them was that of her father, Cade, a hairy man. Most of his face was covered with hair, extending downwards to his chest.

    The picture closest to his was that of her mother, Linda. She looked so much like her.

    Emily had amber eyes, and brown hair. Her skin was white. She was slim, having the same average height as Allerio.

    Anyone would have found it difficult to realize that the other picture on the wall wasn't hers but Linda's.

    "My family." Her voice was low, almost as though she was trying to avoid an uninvited guest to hear what she was saying.

    "Where are they?" Allerio asked.

    She did not answer, but then went into the kitchen that he had not earlier noticed.

    He went back to sit on the long sofa.

    She returned with two cups of hot coffee, placed them on the table, and sat beside him.

    She shook her head.

    She had dried up the tears that attempted to flow out of her eyes, but then, her face seemed to portray so many emotions at once.

    "The only thing I can say about them is that they left for somewhere I don't know of."

    That was a fact, and she didn't mind telling him.

    "Then maybe I could be of some assistance."

    "You?" She raised eyebrows at him.

    "Yes, me."

    "It wouldn't change the outcome of finding them."

    He gave up his offer.

    They stayed quiet for a while. No one was speaking to the other.

    "It's a mystery to me." She placed her hand on his thigh. "I'm starting to suspect they knew they were going to leave."

    He did not know what to say to her. As she had said, it was also a mystery to him.

    "Why did they leave you behind?"

    "I can't remember everything."

    Time went on, and they were still sitting on the sofa, having nothing to discuss. She had planned to check out all the pictures, but Ellen's picture with Charles had weakened her.

    Who would have believed that Charles was spending time with Ellen?

    She squeezed Allerio's thighs. "Maybe we need a second occurrence."

    "A second occurrence?"

    She winked at him with a typical smile on her face. That was the answer.

    The word, occurrence, had made it a puzzle.

    "The mate test ceremony is tomorrow." Her hands walked closer to his zip. "I need a favor from you."

    She drew closer to him, enough for her head to rest on the upper arm of his left hand. Her head was just a whispering distance from his ears. She stood up from the sofa to stay in his view, pulling off her gown with a slow pace. 

    Her bra and panties were not spared a place on her body.

    It was that easy, the same breasts he was trying so hard to touch were bare before him, and not just her breasts, the line between her legs.

    Katie was sitting on the sofa beside them, the one he could not see simply because he had no eyes on his head to see both his back and front at the same time. 

    She had come into a physical form, and was looking at Ellen's and Charles' picture as if doing a study.

    Emily could see the picture in her hands, and the painful emotion that had welled up in her turned into rage. 

     Allerio shouldn't notice anything. She channeled it into her erotic act.

    A can of oil was found on the table, but he did not think of how it had gotten there. The table was empty before they started. She rubbed it on her body as she covered the distance between them. 

    The oil was translucent, and was also  like an elastic, giving her skin a perfect glow. 

    He laid his hands on her, spreading the oil all over her body. In less time, he placed her on the sofa, making sure he was on top. With a slow movement, he slipped his length into her.

    She was not fully herself, Katie was growling loudly in her head as she took part in the pleasure. He was merely a temporary relief to them. 

    Emily recalled the incidence of Charles ending the mate test ceremony.

    "You should go home." Charles had told her. "The alpha should not know about it."

    She didn't leave. 

    "She isn't your mate?" She asked instead.

    "You mean the alpha?"

    She nodded.

    "She is."

    Her face wanted to convey her thoughts, but the emotion it tried to tell was too complex, making her face become lifeless. "How come you have the both of us as mates?"

    Charles transformed into a full wolf as he ran off. Everything was truly over. 

    Ellen had given them some time to talk. She was about ten steps from them, but walked over when she saw that Charles had left.

    "Everything is over." She turned slightly to look at the mated wolves of the previous year, wearing back their clothes to leave. "It's certainly a mistake."

    Emily's imagination blurred out to reveal Ellen coming out of the alpha's place. 

    As a rule, each time the alpha was away, the beta always represented her.

    Raguel was away at that time, and Charles was in charge of everything.

    "I came to see Charles," she said to one of the gatekeepers.

    She could not imagine why Ellen was coming out of the alpha's place.

    Charles came outside from the room with an stiff face. "I told you it was a bond mistake."

    Ellen walked to hold her hands. "We shouldn't be here." 

    We shouldn't be here? She wanted to ask.

    It occurred to her that Ellen was inside the room with him, probably busy with him. "You were in there with him, weren't you?"

    "It's part of my cycle." Ellen answered as plainly as she could.

    Emily found herself under Allerio. He was still busy with her, and was not close to climax. She turned him over, and stayed on top of him, giving him swings to achieve the pleasure Katie needed. 

    He was present for her need, Katie's need.

    After climaxing, she transformed into a wolf just as Charles had done, and walked up the stairs to the cave entrance. 

    Allerio was behind her.

    "I want you to attend the ceremony, but don't look for a mate." She was gasping.

    Looking for a mate was simply joining the line for the oil to be dropped into his mouth.

    He didn't seem to hesitate. "Okay."

    "Thank you."

    "But how does it affect you?" 

    She turned around to face him. "It might be hard for me to explain to anyone."

    "You can explain to me."

    This time around, there was no feeling of awkwardness between them. It made it possible that she could look at his face with ease.

    "It's because of my experience some time ago."

    What she said didn't didn't give an exact meaning of the time she was talking about. "Some time ago" wasn't a specific time.

    She had resumed walking.

    "The last mate test ceremony?"

    She stopped without turning around. "What if I told you that I don't want a mate?"