The overwhelming urge to jump from the small plane as soon as it came to a complete stop and kiss the ground was one Allison had to fight back. Flying for her was never a comfortable experience, but this last leg of her journey had been terrifying. Her palms had her four half-moon-shaped imprints imbedded in them from her nails digging into the flesh.
Her journey had begun early the previous morning when she boarded a flight out of Dulles. A layover in Denver, and then again in Fairbanks, where she spent the night. Earlier today, she caught a wilderness flight to her final airfield in Prudhoe Bay.
Although the day was clear and bright, it was windy, which in turn tossed the small plane around. Allison fought the nausea that threatened her until they had landed while her knuckles were white and tight from holding the arms of her chair for so long and hard. The pilot, an older gentleman named Jim, weathered from time in the Alaskan wilderness, kept glancing back at her in concern.
Her legs were barely able to keep her upright as she stepped down the rickety stairs with the pilot’s help. Glancing around at her surroundings, Allison breathed in deeply of the fresh air that whirled gaily around her. It was so different from the smogginess that was the norm for D.C. and even from the warm, humid air in Florida.
Because of the amount of equipment Allison had to bring with her, she had been Jim’s only passenger. He helped her with her luggage, taking it to the small building that constituted a terminal, and piled it near some chairs. Afterwards, he shook her hand and wished her well before turning and heading toward an office.
Allison looked around and found a counter but only seemed to have room for one person to sit. Sitting there was a middle-aged woman with long, dark hair, her features reminding Allison of an Eskimo’s. Stepping over to it, Allison spoke softly.
The woman looked up at Allison with a smile. “Hello. How can I help you?”
“Yes, I am supposed to have a vehicle waiting for me. My name is Allison Dawson.”
“Oh, yes. It was brought in a few hours ago,” the woman said as she looked through some papers on the desk. “They brought you a Grand Cherokee. Is that going to do for you?”
“Yes, thank you. It’ll take a little bit for me to get my stuff loaded.”
Allison signed all the papers that the clerk handed to her after showing her the required identification. Then, after getting the keys, she took one load of bags out to her the vehicle, and as she was going back in to get the rest, Jim, the pilot, had some of her luggage and was heading out to the black Grand Cherokee. He loaded it carefully in the back and headed back to the terminal. Allison had picked up the last of the bags, but Jim held his hand out until she handed it over to him.
“Thank you, Jim. I appreciate it. That’s one bad thing about traveling for work. All my equipment.”
“You mean you don’t travel this way normally?” Jim was a jokester, Allison had discovered after they had taken off. Probably to alleviate some of the tediousness that came with his flying.
Allison laughed, and even though she was used to doing things for herself, she accepted his help. Jet lag was beginning to creep up on her and she hoped she could get to her hotel and get settled in before she fell asleep on her feet.
After everything was loaded up, she thanked Jim and let him know she would be in touch for her return flight.
Inputting the information needed into the GPS on the dash, she found her hotel along with a convenience store, where she stopped to gather some snacks and drinks. She grabbed the luggage that contained her clothes and necessities and headed to her room, hoping her equipment would be safe in the Jeep.
After registering, she found her room and settled in. Eating of a few of the snacks she bought, along with downing a soda in front of the window that gave her a view of the mountains, she lay down and fell asleep.
* * * *
Morning sunlight shone in the window when she woke. She was surprised she had actually slept through the entire afternoon and night. Of course, the night at this time of year was only three hours long. Rising, she showered, dressed, and pulled her chestnut-colored hair back into a ponytail. Slipping into a pair of steel-toed boots, she grabbed her rock bag, making sure all of the necessities were inside, and headed out to her Jeep.
Stopping to pick up a hot breakfast at the restaurant in front of the hotel, she then headed south on Dalton Highway.
Her paperwork indicated she didn’t need to report in to the people who had called in for an examination of the area. Details were tight on this, but someone had pull with the government. Allison was supposed to examine a widespread area for any toxins in the soil, water, and rocks that might be killing animals. That was what she was instructed, although she felt as if there was something more going on.
On her flights, she read up on the area where she was going and she had noticed that the area she was to investigate wasn’t very far from the Alaska pipeline. In her opinion, there was probably a leak somewhere that had tainted the land. But, the government wanted a full investigation, and that’s what she would give them.
The answers were in their eyes. In their hands. In their mouths. They touched her down to her soul, loved her that way. They said she was their mate and she knew by the looks they gave her it was true. She wanted to belong to Adam and Zach. Wanted their bodies, hearts, and souls to love her forever as she knew she would them.
“Love me, please!” The plea came from deep within Allison. It wasn’t just sexual. It was from her heart and soul.
“We will, doll face,” Zach said breathily.
He slid the bra off her body and tossed it aside. Adam hurriedly dragged her jeans from her body, tossing them in the other direction. Now, her body was naked, laid open to their hungry eyes.
Instinctively, she moved her hands to cover her now-naked mound, but Adam’s hands grabbed hers. “No, you are never to hide your body from us, Allison. It belongs to us, as our bodies belong to you. You are beautiful, baby.”
Adam moved to lay down on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her pussy through his briefs. She was amazed by the size of it against her opening. Glancing up at Zach, who still knelt beside her, she could see that his own cock was long and thick, pressing against his boxer briefs. Both men seemed very well endowed.
Allison looked back up into Adam’s eyes as he gazed down into hers, his hunger evident in his half-lidded eyes. “We’ve waited a long time for you, baby. You are our mate, the one we are going to love and live with for the rest of our lives. You will give us babies to grow our pack and provide a future for our people. You are our queen, the matriarch of our family. Please allow us to love you.”
Allison didn’t have to think. She knew where her future lay and it was with these two men. Her destiny was to help the people of Hope and to love these two men. Her men.
“Yes. I want to belong to you. I want to be part of your future.” Her voice sounded foreign to her. It sounded needy and weak, when she wanted to be strong for them.
“Oh, you do belong to us, Allison Dawson. We’re going to love you, mind, body and soul, and mark you so others of our kind know you belong to us.” Adam’s voice was husky above her. It sent electrical currents straight to all her girly parts.
They hadn’t even marked her, yet she knew she belonged to them. Fate had brought her here to fulfill a mission and had given her a chance to fall in love.
Yes, she had only known Adam and Zach for two days, but she knew she was in love with them. If anyone had asked her a week ago if someone could fall in love in just two days, she would have laughed at them. Now, she knew better.
“Please!” she begged. “Fuck me!”
“Please forgive me for being so quick about this, Allison. But I need to be inside you right now!”
Adam’s mouth came down hard on Allison’s mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. Throwing her arms around him, she held him close as she felt him using one of his hands to move the material aside on his boxer briefs.
Hard heat pressed against her lower lips, slipping through the moisture that had gathered there for him. His hips moved forward against her own as the head of his cock slipped through the outer boundaries of her pussy. Her vagina began to blossom as he inched inward.
Breaching the outer lips, he rested for a moment. His lips ravished her mouth as he moved his hands to either side of her head. With one quick thrust of his hips, he plunged into her depths, stretching her further than she had ever experienced. She had never been so full before.
Adam remained still for a few moments, as if he was letting her get used to his size. He probably knew he was well endowed, she thought.
The fullness was comforting as her pussy gave little spasms around his hardness. He fit perfectly, and it was as if her pussy recognized him. Perhaps it was the perfect fit like pieces of a puzzle. Perhaps that’s what it meant to be a mate, that everything fit so well, personalities, body parts, and even reading each other’s moods.
Squeezing her cunt around him, she silently begged him to move. As if reading her request, he began to move. Pulling out until just the tip of him remained at her opening, she watched his face. Determination was written all over it. His eyes, still half-lidded, looked down at her while his lips were set in a tight line. She knew he was trying to control himself.
His hips began to piston, pushing in and then pulling back. The friction inside her was building as he picked up speed. His cock was pulling across a sweet spot on the upper part of her pussy that was sending lightning through her body.