Chapter 33
· Aubrey ·
In a flurry of movement, I’m off. I bolt through the underbrush, my body moving with an effortless grace I could never replicate in my wolf form. The wind whips past, chilling my fur and further heightening my senses.
I come to an abrupt halt, every muscle in my body screaming at the tantalizing savoury scent hanging heavily in the air.
There, crouched low and quivering in fear is the small rabbit that thought it could escape me. It tries to blend into the undergrowth but its thumping heart gives it away. This creature is nothing more than prey, yet Soren’s words echo in my head.
Every instinct begs me to strike, to seize this creature between my teeth and shake until it’s still and its blood floods my mouth.
That urge tinges everything red. Something warm splats my face, making me realize I am not picturing that urge I had enacted, the crunch sound is the rabbit’s lifeless form as my teeth savagely ripped into it.
I take a step back, dropping the lifeless body from my jaws in shock. My heart pounds against my ribcage, the coppery scent of blood sending waves of guilt crashing down onto me. What have I done? Noise sounding behind me has me twisting to find the intruder.
I turn to see Soren standing at the periphery, his eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable expression drawn on his face. As if on cue, a great horned owl screeches somewhere off in the distance, its echoing cry piercing through the silence.
“I… I didn’t mean to,” I whimper, a shiver creeping up my spine from the intensity of Soren’s gaze. His eyes soften, understanding seeping into his gaze as he takes a step forward.
“Instincts,” he murmurs, his voice carrying through the cool night air with ease.
“Maybe it’ll be alright?” I tell him, moving toward the rabbit. I try to make it sit upright but it falls on its side, its dead eyes peering up at me.
“Aubrey, it’s dead.”
Everything feels too much. The smell of blood and decaying leaves, every tiny sound amplified — twigs cracking under Soren’s boots as he walks closer, the flutter of wings of an owl taking flight. It is a sensory overload.
“I wanna go home,” I murmur in horror over what I did. What if he had a bunny family?
“Aubrey…” Soren says softly, he picks up the dead rabbit. “You did good,”
I shake my head. “I killed it.”
“You did, but how many times did you kill rabbits when you were a werewolf?”
“That was different, that was the full moon, I also don’t remember doing it.”
He sighs. “It’s no different. You’re just more aware but not in control. You’ll learn control, but until then you’re all instinct right now.”
“I don’t want to kill anything, I don’t care if it’s not my fault I…I…” His calling slips out and my thoughts jumble momentarily when he starts removing his clothes.
“You need to run, you need to hunt.” He tosses his shirt aside, revealing his muscled abs.
He undoes the button on his pants and the zipper, his pants falling to the ground before he steps out of them.
I quickly avert my gaze knowing the poor forest creatures don’t need to witness a bizarre forest porno.
Yet him moving closer is making the urge to pin him down and fuck him overwhelming.
“Put your clothes back on, you’re distracting me,” I growl at him but he but he ignores me
“You don’t want to kill anything, fine, you can hunt something more durable.”
“You?” I ask him, horrified. “What if I hurt you?” He snorts a laugh at my words. Is this man insane?
“You can try all you like,” he chuckles softly before cracking his neck and shifting into his huge black Lycan. His form contorts and shifts until a large, imposing Lycan stands in his place. Even shifted myself, he towers over me and his aura is so much stronger in this form.
Soren is no longer a man but a beast. He flares his nostrils, the grizzled fur on his muzzle bristling slightly as he looks down at me. His normal blue eyes now a bright golden, though they remain calm and alert, predatory but not frightening. It’s him, but it’s also not him.
“You need to feed your instincts,” he growls in a voice that rumbles like thunder echoing around us and right through me simultaneously. “The more you do, the better you will control them.”
“I’m not hunting you, you’re being absurd.” My blood sings in my veins at the idea, tempting but I don’t fancy a dart in my ass compliments of one of his guards thinking I’m attacking their king.
He growls, his eyes flashing. “Then run.” He moves closer and I watch him for a second wondering what he means. “You don’t want to hunt, fine, but you will run.”
His aura slips out slightly and I fight against the urge to flee.
“Don’t make me order you, love,” he purrs and I stumble a step back. “I catch you…”
“You’ll what?” I glance at the rabbit before I feel his presence overwhelmingly. When I glance back at him, he is towering over me, his fur brushing mine. He’s that close.
“I catch you, I fuck you,” he says.
I gasp. “What? But you’re—”
“Shifted,” he offers with a growl. Despite myself, I match his growl with one of my own.
Something inside me stirs at the challenge.
The same primal urge I felt while hunting the rabbit is back again, stronger than before.
Except this time I’m not hunting a helpless creature but being hunted by a bigger predator.
“One…”
My eyes widen and he purrs. My heart races and a giddy feeling rushes through me.
“Two…” I don’t wait for three, instead I run. A wild exhilaration fills me as I race deeper into the forest, Soren’s snarling growls echoing behind me. The moonlight filters through the trees and paints a dappled silver path before me, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my nostrils.
I can hear Soren crashing through the underbrush behind me, the sound gradually getting closer making me laugh as I try to outrun him.
His deep growls send tremors running down my spine but also ignite an unfamiliar thrill that pulses with each heartbeat.
The boundaries between fear and excitement blur into a single overwhelming emotion that engulfs me completely.
However, my excitement is short-lived when I stumble on a protruding root.
Losing my footing, I skid across a patch of leaves and end up sprawled on my side.
In a flash, Soren is there, his large body trapping mine beneath him.
His warm breath fans over my fur as he buries his snout into my neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back to look at me.
His golden eyes glow in the darkness, triumphant and wild. I’m momentarily stunned by the raw animalistic allure of him.
Without warning, he shifts back into his human form. His face inches from mine, a grin spreads across his face as he murmurs, “Caught you.”
The forest around us falls silent save for our panting breaths and the pounding of my wildly beating heart. Despite myself, I find that I’m smiling too — a thrill of excitement running through my veins on being caught, on giving in to the primal instincts I fear so much.
“I still think you’re insane,” I tell him, trying to regain some semblance of control over my racing pulse when he kisses me. Only I gasp feeling his lips crash against mine. I jerk away from him, lifting my hand to find I have shifted back without realizing.
“You can always rely on our bond; it will bring you back to me always,” he whispers and I drop my hand and gaze up at the man I can’t picture living without.
“Now for my prize,” he chuckles darkly, leaning closer, his lips brushing mine gently.
“We are outside,” I blurt against his lips.
“Hmm, we are.”
“Your guard.” I add. He says nothing just kisses me, his tongue slips past my lips to caress against mine and I lose all thought, my senses being overridden by his touch and taste.
His fingers entwine with mine as he presses closer.
Dropping his weight and grinding his hips against me.
His cock hard and ready nudges me, his deep thrumming calling slipping out and I surrender to the feeling it induces, my legs wrap around his waist.
My fingers itch to touch him but his grip presses them into the moist earth, trapping them above my head.
His lips travel to my neck and I suck in much needed air.
His tongue swipes over my neck where his mark lays.
Tingles spread all over at the action, my entire being seeming to vibrate as he continues to torture the spot, alternating between nipping and sucking on it.
I lift my hips beneath him, sick of his teasing, hungry for what else he has to offer.
Soren groans in approval at my actions, his cock gliding through my wet folds coating him. I struggle in his hold trying to get my hands free. He lets go, dragging my leg higher as he enters me in the same movement. My fingers find his hair, tugging as I force his lips back to mine.
My lips devour his, making him laugh, “I thought you were worried about my guard.” I groan at his words, no longer caring, my focus solely on him and the bond urging me closer like I can crawl inside him.
Soren moves slowly but my bond demands more, and the feeling radiating through it is like he is teasing me with his slow pace. Trying to override my senses.
A growl slips from my lips and I bite down on his bottom lip.
He hisses but does not pick up his pace, if anything he pulls out slower, forcing me to feel every inch of him as he slowly presses his pelvis flush against mine.
My claws slip out, piercing his arms as I grip them, only for instinct to shove forward.
Soren’s weight is abruptly gone and the cool night air washes over my heated skin as I force him to roll so I straddle him.
Peering down at him, I’m met with his glowing eyes but he makes no move to stop me as I sink harshly down on him. Instead, his hands move to my hips, his fingers pressing in, in an attempt to slow me. Yet the bond won’t have it as I rock my hips, taking what it wants from him.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow, love, slow down.”
“I don’t care,” the words come out as a growl and he chuckles.
“Fine, you want rough, then…” with blinding speed he moves and the world tilts when my hands hit dirt.
My claws piercing the earth, a whine leaves my lips at the empty feeling but quickly turns to a groan when his hands grip my hips and he plunges inside me from behind.
I nearly thrust forward into the dirt but his hand seized my hair at the last second tugging my head.
He pulls out, thrusting in harder and his breath caresses my ear. “This what you want?” he purrs and I push back against him, loving how much deeper he feels from this position.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp, searching for the words that seem to have abandoned me. “More.”
He complies, his movements becoming more savage. The world around us seems to dissolve into oblivion, replaced by the feeling of him inside me, our bodies colliding.
His hands move up my back, tracing the curves of my spine before he grips my shoulders, pulling me closer to him while his thrusts gain in intensity.
The pleasure building within me spirals out of control. My body tenses, the air becomes thick and heavy. I can feel every movement of his—every pulse, every breath—against my skin. The sensations drive me higher, pushing me toward the edge of climax.
Then he bites down on my neck, the sharp sting triggering waves of ecstasy that rush through my body.
In that moment, I can no longer hold back from the overwhelming desire welling up within me.
Heat rushes over me and my entire body tenses, as I reach that precipice, all my senses alight, as the sensation rolls over me.
“Ah - Soren!” I shudder beneath him as I peak. Bliss washes over me in a wave. Soren’s arms tighten around me as he reaches his own climax soon after.
Even in such a vulnerable state, his hold on me is possessive, protective, claiming.
After the peak abates, we are left panting and my instincts seem to calm some. Soren collapses atop of me but makes sure not to put all his weight on me. His heart pounds against my back in sync with mine. He presses against my shoulder and rolls off me, dragging me closer.
We lay like that, our bodies tangled together, sweat slowly cooling in the night air, spent but content.
The scent of him and the earth beneath us fill my nostrils and for a moment, I let myself drift in the euphoria, enjoying the closeness and the moon’s rays beating down on us through the trees.
All goes quiet and so does my racing mind.
Instead, I focus on the sound of his breathing, and his heart beating beneath my ear.