Dead Luna
Chapter 48

Derrick's POV

I'm glad Jackson and Leo were close enough that I was able to get information regarding the sorts of dates she had been taken on with the other alphas, and other sorts of insider information on Amelia's likes and dislikes. With just less than a week to win her heart, I needed all the help I could get.

I wanted to come across as a sincere, boy next door type. Which honestly wasn't that far from the truth. But I was also very competitive, and the thought of losing out on a prime, goddess blessed, Luna as gorgeous and sweet and selfless as Amelia to someone like Leo or Craig was not going to happen if I had any say in the matter.

So I let her spend time with her mom, and dangled the carrot of a retirement plan. I picked her flowers. Told her I trusted her with my heart whether she chose me or not. I reminded her of a few memories I had of her as a young girl. Let her think that she was special to me even way back then.

And in the background I had Jackson working on a bit of a smear campaign, to remind Amy what a prick Leo had been, even reminding her and everyone else in the dining hall about the chicken nuggets in the diner.

When Jackson mentioned that she wished she had carnal knowledge of her potential mates, I concocted this plan of romance in a secluded spot that involved a level of nudity to see where it would get me. And so far I'm liking the results! Already I've got her naked on my lap, and holding her in my arms, while she makes suggestions that she might like things a little rough. "Little Harry", as I called my d**k, was poking up his head in interest. Yeah, I'm not going to give her up easily!

I see that Jackson has spread the blanket on a patch of grass and is laying out the food already, anticipating our needs.

Amelia says she'd like to check out the contents of the picnic basket.

"Mmm, yes. Let's see what little red riding hood has brought for us!"

She laughs at that, claiming she had been comparing herself to little red on the way here.

"Well then, does that make me the big bad wolf? If so, I'm going to eat you!" Harry says, joining the play and showing his sharp fangs to her.

She laughs even more, as I'm carrying her out of the hot springs towards the blanket, and set her down wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Jackson is lounging nearby, naked, nibbling on some snacks as if this is a perfectly natural everyday event. As wolves, we don't really consider nudity to be that big of a deal like the humans do, but we aren't exactly nudists, either. And since Amelia was the only one with clothing available within a mile of us, she was the only one who actually could get dressed, which suited my plans exactly.

She bends over to inspect the picnic, and I just about shoot my load at the sight of her perfectly rounded b**t bent over like that.

"Mmm... we've got champagne, strawberries, grapes, a variety of cheese and sausages, and pasta salad."

I walk just behind her as she stands up, place my large hands on her shoulders and whisper in her ear. "Is that what little red riding hood is hungry for? Some sausage?"

I hear her gasp of surprise, as my rock hard c**k presses gently into her softly rounded derrière.

"Umm..."

"Tell me, little red, where am I allowed to touch you? I don't want the huntsman over there to chop me up with his axe!" "I... uh..."

I wrap my arms around and cup her breasts. "May I touch you here?"

"Yes!" She says, sounding more than just a bit turned on. And I begin to knead her breasts, brushing against her n*****s gently.

"How about if I touch you there with my mouth?" I whisper in her ear while nibbling on her ear lobe. "Would you like me to do that?"

I was beginning to smell her arousal at this point, and I barely heard her softly whispered "yes." I kissed her neck where I would be marking her soon, and heard her moan in pleasure at the intimate gesture. So sweet.

Then I was taking her down to the ground, laying her on the blanket, and suckling gently on her breasts as I lay between her legs, my groin poised and ready for action just below her honey pot. I go to insert a finger, but then I hear it. "No."

"No?" I say in surprise, looking up at her face.

"No penetration. So no fingers, and no p***s."

"Tongue?" I ask, hoping for a little something I can use to persuade Amelia into more. A little o****m action could lead to her wanting an even bigger one after that.

"I might consider it later."

I go back to suckling her breasts, but I've kinda lost my groove at this point, and little Harry is losing interest as well. Big Harry is laughing at me. The master of seduction gets played!

I see her grab a strawberry and bite into it seductively. That gives me an idea. I open my mouth, and she playfully sticks a grape in my mouth.

I sit up and place Amelia on my lap and begin feeding her foods, while she does the same for me. Then I place a huge strawberry between my teeth, and she gets my hint and takes a bite of it. Then we kiss.

"Shall we have some champagne?" I ask, and she nods, so I fill up a couple of the plastic flutes that were provided in the basket.

"A toast to the moon goddess!"

"To Selene!"

Over the course of the next couple of hours, we ply each other with food and drink, occasionally returning to the hot spring. Always I'm trying to get her to go just a little bit further with me. She doesn't budge even an inch for a while, but then she is laying back on the blanket half drunk on the wolf strength champagne, and I decide it's now or never. I place little cubes of cheese and sausage between her breasts, and stare in her heavy lidded eyes as I eat it seductively. She looks so sexy and aroused right now, that I'm confident she will finally give me the word I need to give us both the pleasure we desire. I'm placing bits of food in a trail heading south towards the jackpot that I hope awaits me.

I get to the end of the trail of charcuterie and look up to ask permission once more to use my tongue, only to replace her asleep. I look again at the junction of her wide open legs, looking so much like the petals of a flower, so inviting and dripping wet. What harm could there be in taking a little taste?

"Nice going, Romeo." Jackson says as he comes closer. "And I have a good idea what you're thinking right now, but I can't let you go any further since Amy didn't consent. Only a verbal yes is consent."

"Damn, she's a lightweight with the alcohol, isn't she?" I say, very disappointed in the abrupt end to the romantic evening. "I just wanted to loosen her up a little. Not knock her out!"

"Oh, I know exactly what you wanted to happen here." Jackson says, and I know he's right. If I could have gotten her pregnant with my pup, she would almost certainly have chosen me as her mate, despite whatever feelings she might still have for Craig or Leo. But if she wasn't going to allow penetration, that wasn't very likely to happen. But I still had 2 more days to romance my way into her pants, and I'd give it my best shot.

And if not, at least I was a gentleman and was following her rules, even if I didn't really agree wholeheartedly with them.

Jackson helps me to wrangle Amelia into her shirt, for modesty's sake, then we pack up the remains of the picnic, I wrap her lower half in the blanket, and we head back towards my vehicle. Jackson carrying the basket, and me carrying Amelia.

"We probably shouldn't take her home in this condition. It might upset Julie." I say, trying to make it sound like the plan I just formulated was out of concern for Amelia and her mom. "Perhaps we should take her somewhere else until we are sure she will be ok?"

I can almost feel Jackson rolling his eyes at my suggestion, but he goes along with it. When we get back to the pack house, we carry her to my room and put her in my bed, wearing nothing but the shirt. I climbed in next to her, naked, and snuggle in close. Jackson brings a cup of water and a couple painkillers that he sets on the bedside table, then also climbs in behind Amelia, naked, and spoons with her, with an arm flung around her middle.

"What are you doing, Jackson?"

"Guarding Amy. I'll keep her positioned so that if she pukes, she doesn't choke on it. And if she wakes up not feeling well, I've got water and aspirin available. Just like Leo and I did the night of the Iron Peak Luna ceremony."

"Are you telling me that you and Leo were spooning with Amelia naked."

"We had underwear on that night, but yeah to everything else. Leo didn't want to wrinkle his good suit, and told me I could join them or sleep on the uncomfortable side chair. She was cool with it, except for getting woken up when Leo had a bad dream, then she kicked both of us out."

I think I was happier not knowing any of that.