Chapter 17: Cabin in the Woods

A few days later, Kurt told Amelia to pack a bag for a weekend vacation.

“Make sure you pack one of those cheeky swimsuits I got you,” he said over the phone, his voice smooth and sensual.

He was being cagey about the details, but Amelia didn’t need any justification for a getaway with her lover, especially if it meant she got to give all her new bikinis a spin. With the election for Guardian Witch approaching, it was all anybody in her family spoke about, and she was so tired of listening to people say that a werewolf would be crowned Guardian this year.

She knew Solaris would pass the title to Silvana, just as tradition would have it, and Amelia wanted no business in the political quarreling that swept every dinner table or afternoon tea chat.

All Amelia wanted was to have fun, and the constant calls from Silvana were making that tough.

Amelia loaded bags into the trunk of her car. She pressed her phone to her ear with her shoulder.

“Please Amelia,” Silvana said, “if you see Kurt just ask him if he’s spoken with Bruce. I haven’t heard from him in days.”

Amelia sighed, “Sylvie, dearest, for the thousandth time, you’re dating an Alpha. That’s like dating a superhero, or a member of the mafia. He’s going to disappear to take care of business every now and then.”

Amelia slammed her trunk and added, “Kurt does it too. They’re men, Silvana. They disappear without notice. Communication isn’t their strong suit.”

Silvana’s voice was shaking when she said, “It’s almost been a week. I’m so worried for him.”

Then Amelia really felt her friend’s fear. Amelia made her voice compassionate and told Silvana, “I know you’re worried, but he’s probably wrapped up in something important. Just think that he’s ironing out the wrinkles so we don’t have to hide our relationships anymore.”

Silvana was quiet except for her gentle crying.

“I’ve got to hit the road to meet Kurt,” Amelia said. “But trust that your man is okay, and when I see Kurt, I’ll ask him again.”

“Thanks,” Silvana muttered, sniffling.

“You’re overthinking it,” Amelia said brightly. “Besides, Bruce is the size of a building. I’m sure he’s fine.”

Amelia hung up and drove to the middle of the woods where Kurt had told her to meet him. She longed for more isolation with him, as it seemed like something in the city was always disrupting them from getting closer.

But now, it would just be the two of them.

Night fell and Amelia pulled into the dirt driveway of a cabin with chipped white paint sitting over a large lake. Moonlight from the nearly full moon dazzled and danced over the water, and Amelia got out of her car and buttoned her jacket. Winter winds nipped at her, and as she pulled her bags from the trunk and grabbed her phone to notify Kurt that she arrived, a set of hands worked themselves down her shoulder and lifted the heavy duffels and luggage for her.

“Let me take care of that,” Kurt whispered in Amelia’s ear. He gave it a little nibble, then pushed up behind her, grinding his crotch into her rear. Beneath her long purple jacket she had on only her pink floral bikini, so his stiff dick raised the back of her jacket and rubbed directly against her bikini bottoms.

She clenched with anticipation and exhaled in excitement. She turned around to kiss him but Kurt dodged in a tease, then carried the three bags slung around his shoulders to the cabin. Kurt was shirtless and sleek in a pair of jeans torn at the ankles, and he effortlessly brought the bags into the cabin foyer.

Amelia was just catching her breath when Kurt turned around and she lost it again; his long, auburn hair was untamed and falling by his neck, and his amber eyes carried a certain sexy glow in the moonlight. He was strong in his own right, like a slim boxer, and his chest was a perfect V, leading down a row of washboard abs.

He reached into his pocket and tossed Amelia an object.

“Heads up, babe,” he said, his dimples stapled in place with a huge smirk.

Amelia caught the object and looked at it.

“A key?” she asked.

“To your very own place,” Kurt said, fending off the cold by bringing Amelia close to him.

He waved a hand in front of the cabin. “This is all yours, anytime, and for whoever else you want to bring over.”

“You seriously got me a vacation home?” Amelia asked, perplexed but appreciative.

Kurt shrugged calmly and said, “Just last week you were saying how you wanted a home away from home that was close enough to a small town where you could go shopping.”

He pressed his chest to hers and put his warm hands on the small of her back. He spread her jacket open and rubbed himself against her lower lips, and she moaned before biting his lip and staring at him with fuck-me eyes.

“There’s a tiny town over the clearing, maybe about a mile out,” Kurt said between peppering Amelia’s face with kisses. “And they’ve got these little thrift stores I think you’d like, big focus on dresses and clothing, and there’s a winery, and even,” he snickered, “a candle shop, if that’s your thing.”

“Oh Kurt,” Amelia said, pushing her crease down on his bulge, “This is too sweet.”

She unbuttoned his jeans and started to wiggle them down his hips when he heaved her into his arms by the back of her thighs and said, “If it’s so sweet, then let’s make things a little more spicy.”

Amelia continued to plant relentless kisses on his cheeks and lips as he carried her over to the cabin and to the outdoors hot tub, the water warm, steaming, and ready for them.

A trail of pink tulip petals led to the tub, and surrounding it were an ornament of pedals shaped like a heart.

The entire scene was lit by candles.

Kurt slid her jacket off her cold shoulders and hung it near the towels. Amelia stood for a moment, chilled, while Kurt removed his pants and stood in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His dick was so hard she thought it might burst through the seams.

“Are you ready?” she asked, shivering and watching her breath in front of her face.

Kurt glided his briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them. He approached Amelia, undid the strings to her bikini top and bottoms, and when they hit the ground at her toes he said, “Now I’m ready.”

He led her into the hot tub where she took a second to let the hot jets warm her skin, and she succumbed to Kurt’s hands as they skimmed across her clitoris and breasts.

“Amelia,” he said, his amber eyes sparkling with the stars, “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Kurt,” she said, her long brown hair sticking to the sides of her cheeks and shoulders.

Kurt felt something primal in him unlock, and he continued, “I’d do anything for you because I love you.”

Water splashed all around as Amelia hopped onto Kurt. The two submerged kissing and resurfaced as Kurt positioned Amelia on his lap, settling her spread legs over his. He filled her and her mouth hung open wide as she sucked for air.

“You’re so big,” she said, finding her breath, and bobbing up and down on his piercing cock.

He took her by the elbows and inserted himself even further with each thrust, sending water cascading over the hot tub. Jets blasted each side of them, and Amelia felt the warm stream hit her at the opposite end of Kurt, sending her into pure orgasmic bliss as the two forces collided into her.

She finished once and clenched herself around her lover, digging her fingers into his shoulders and huffing by his ear before letting herself go once more, burying her pussy into Kurt’s dick while he sucked at the skin on her neck, leaving big black marks.

“He’s marking his territory,” she thought, and it turned her on even more.

Nestled in her jacket, her phone buzzed on silent.

It was Silvana, desperately waiting to hear if Kurt had seen Bruce.

But Amelia couldn’t hear as Kurt commanded, “Turn around.”

She did, spreading herself for him, and he grabbed a fistful of her long brown hair, then entered her again, harder and faster than before.

Amelia had to hang her arms over the edge of the tub, and even so her entire body shook with another orgasm, and she moaned loudly in extraordinary pleasure.

Kurt pulled out, finished on Amelia’s back, and groaned, “I need you so badly.”

But who needed Amelia the most was Silvana, who had snooped her father’s journal and made a startling discovery.

It may just explain Bruce’s disappearance.