Chapter 7
Beau
Outside, I dump the tent underneath the bus. My animal is raging beneath my skin, burning me up inside.
Having that sweet little she-wolf in my arms drove me to the limits of my sanity. I shouldn’t have touched her earlier. And I definitely shouldn’t have kissed her just now, shouldn’t have gotten hard again.
My wolf and I are at war.
She’s mine.
All I want is to claim her.
I’ve been hoping I could take care of her. Protect her. Keep her safe. And that could be enough.
But she drives my wolf wild.
Of course, she does. She’s the hottest darn thing I’ve seen in my entire life. And every part of me insists, she’s the one.
I thought I was destined for loneliness.
But Savannah and I complete each other.
She’s the one my wolf has been craving all these years.
I hated that I couldn’t tell her the truth. I’ve never spoken the words aloud for fear of what it’ll do to my wolf. I’ve worked hard to suppress even the memories. To compartmentalize them in my rational half, keep them safe from my wild half.
And the past day has been a taste of what will happen to my animal if it experiences a rejection again.
I cast a glance at the small town in the distance. A few lights twinkle from buildings, but looks like most people are asleep already.
I strip my clothes off and let my wolf come. It needs a release; it’s the only way I’ll be able to keep it under control all night long.
It bursts out of me, eager to be the one in charge. Silently, I make a deal with it:
Run now for as long as you want, so long as you quit tearing me up inside.
My wolf is not always one to honor a deal, I think wryly. Remembering those mad years in the forest, trapped within my beastly form.
Concealed beneath a blanket of darkness, I run along the riverbank. There’s little chance of being seen here. Might encounter a solitary, nocturnal fisherman or two, but I’ll smell them coming from a mile away.
I run for miles and miles, out of Perdue Town, into another small town and then another.
I pass two lovers kissing on a bridge, too wrapped up in each other to notice a big gray wolf intruding on civilization.
I pass three fisherman crouching in the darkness, their equipment illuminated by little electric lamps.
I pick up the scent of a rabbit, give chase, and snatch it up in my jaws.
I’m not really hungry, but the thrill of the chase, followed by the satisfying taste of freshly hunted meat calms my wolf. Make things right in its world.
I run until I’m tired, and then I turn and go back home.
By the time the reassuring bulk of Bertha comes into view, my paws are sore.
We must’ve been out a couple of hours. I trot up to the door of the van and listen for Savannah.
The sound of slow, regular breathing washes comfort into my bones.
She’s sleeping deeply, poor thing. She must be exhausted.
Satisfied that she’s safe, I bound up the ladder and make myself comfortable up on the roof. The wind has whipped up and no way am I fiddling with tent pegs and ropes on the riverbank.
At last, my wolf is exhausted, and I sleep.
When my eyes snap open again, the sky is still pure black and glittering with stars. But a terrible racket fills my ears. Banging, wailing, snarling. I lurch upright, electricity charging my body.
Savannah.
In a single bound, I crash all the way down to the ground, then I tear open the door of the bus, and—
The interior is in chaos. Things knocked over, broken. The bed overturned. And in the midst of it all is a small, silver she-wolf. Standing in the middle of the floor, trembling and whimpering.
Her wolf. My heart soars. Small, soft, her first shift. But I see strength in those glowing green eyes of hers.
At the sight of me, she freezes, then she whines in relief. I bound over to her and lick her soft muzzle, reassuring her that everything’s okay. Little by little, the trembling stops.
I lead her out of the van and make her follow me.
I want her to enjoy this, her first shift.
It’s an important moment for any wolf. We run a couple of laps around the bus and I watch her get accustomed to her new form, running faster and faster, reveling in the strength of her four legs.
Then I snap at her playfully, and we tussle a little.
She yaps in excitement, leaping all over me.
I see how her wolf submits to mine when I make a dominant gesture, and it’s a beautiful, endearing sight.
When we’re safely back inside, I shift, and she watches me avidly. Then I tell her to shift as well. “Let your human form return,” I tell her. “Relax and will it to happen.”
It doesn’t come easy. She whines and her body thrashes like she’s wrestling with a snake. “Relax, take your time,” I keep telling her, making my voice soft and encouraging.
Then it happens. There’s a loud snap, a series of cracks, and she shoots upright. There’s my girl again, standing on two feet and gloriously naked.
“Oh, my god,” she gasps out and burst into tears. She’s shaking all over, her chest heaving with sobs.
I snatch her up, take her in my arms. “Hush, it’s okay, honey,” I murmur. “You just had your first shift. This is real good news.”
“I was s-so scared,” she stutters in between sobs. “I was sleeping, and I woke up and this was happening. It was terrible. I couldn’t control it. She half burst out of me, and I was smashing all around the van. Trashing all of your nice stuff.”
My heart blooms with tenderness. “Don’t worry about my stuff,” I say. “You’re the important thing here.” I keep muttering soothing words and stroking her back.
At last, she draws back and looks up into my face. “My wolf came,” she says, and there’s a sense of wonder in her voice now. “I thought she would never come. I was a halfling who couldn’t shift. And now it’s happened.”
I stroke her soft cheek, wondering if it wasn’t such a coincidence that it happened today.
She frowns. “But will it always be like this? All violent and scary?”
“No.” I chuckle. “Of course not. It’s just weird because it was the first time. Next time will be better and the time after. And after that, it’ll be second nature. You’ll see.”
She takes a big breath, and her chest swells, which has the effect of pushing her beautiful bare breasts closer to me. “Thank you, Beau,” she says, and her eyes turn soft and dreamy.
Before I know it, I’m dipping my head to her, and we’re kissing again. Her lush naked body touches mine, and as her velvety tongue touches against mine, my cock turns hard as a rock. Naked, there’s no hiding it, and it presses against her soft belly.
She pulls back and looks at it in amazement.
She makes a little sound of awe, and the sweet fragrance of her arousal rises to my nostrils.
I try to control myself, but before long, my hands are running all over her creamy skin, cupping her lovely round tits and chafing those sweet nipples.
And then she wraps her soft little hand around my cock, and I’m lost. A growl of need bursts from my throat.
All I can think about is how tight her sweet pussy felt earlier.
How much I need to be inside her, to mate her. To claim her for my own.
“Savannah—” I manage to say, and I tear her hand away.
“What?” She’s bolder this time, and she runs her other hand up and down my aching shaft. “Beau, I need you inside me.”
“I can’t.” I grit out between clenched teeth.
She gives a huff of disappointment. Then those green eyes of hers sparkle with wickedness. “Then I’m going to make you feel good, like you made me earlier.”
Her hand is still moving up and down, and I lack the self-control to pull it away this time. My breathing comes rough and heavy, with my nose full of her smell and her tiny hand driving me to distraction.
“Just like earlier,” she repeats, lethal intention blazing in her eyes.
“What—? No,” I protest, but it’s too late. Before I truly grasp what’s happening, my beautiful little she-wolf has dropped to her knees and she’s pressing her lips to the swollen head of my cock. When her tongue flicks across the tip, she gives a sweet sigh.
Then she opens her mouth and starts to take it in. I swear my feet leave the ground.
Too late to stop her now. As if I had the self-control to do that anyway.
Instead, I surrender my will and enjoy the sight of those sweet cherry lips around my dick.
That blissed-out, unearthly sensation of sliding into her warm mouth.
Her soft tongue licking my most sensitive place while sounds of enjoyment escape her lips.
I slide in and out a little, marveling at how she can take me, my fierce little she-wolf.
But too soon, I’m approaching crisis point. “Savannah, stop,” I mutter.
But she understands; she grabs my ass in both her hands and keeps going.
Fuck.
My hands move to grab her head and I snatch them away again. “Savannah.”
My knees go weak. I start to shake all over. My cock surges, and I’m coming in her soft mouth. My hot seed spilling into her. Euphoria burns through me as she swallows me so sweetly.
Then she sits back on her knees, licking her lips. This beautiful princess.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I mutter, pulling her to her feet and holding her tight.
“Oh, I wanted to,” she says, and there’s something new in her voice now. The voice of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Her pussy presses against my thigh, riding it and I feel how wet she is.
“Did you like that?” I growl.
She groans in response. I slide my hand down and cup her drenched pussy. Her clit jolts beneath my finger. Beautiful swollen bud. Carefully I slide a finger inside her. There’s barely space for it. “So tight, Little One,” I croon, and she gasps.
“I want to take that virginity of yours. Push my cock inside your tight little pussy.”
“You don’t want it,” she mutters.
“Oh, you don’t understand how much I do.”
“Feel those little muscles of yours gripping my cock so tight.”
“Shove myself all the way inside you.”
“Make you come until you beg me to stop.”
She groans and sighs at each filthy word I growl in her ear, while I work her little pussy with my fingers.
I feel her getting close, her body shaking.
She rides her clit on the heel of my hand. Her breath catches, she stops breathing altogether… and she gives a sharp cry and spasms around my finger. I feel her orgasm pulsing all the way through her sweet body. It’s an amazing thing.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, when I finally slide my finger out of her.
I lead her to the bed and straighten it up before laying her down.
“Will you stay with me?” she murmurs sleepily.
“I don’t know, darlin’.”
“If you’re not going to fuck me, at least sleep with me,” she murmurs.
I slide in next to her. Wrap her soft body with mine.
Before long, her breathing turns soft and regular, and she slumps in my arms. This little angel, her dark eyelashes splayed across her cheeks. I watch her for a long time, see the tiny movements of her eyelids as she dreams, and I hope with all my heart that they’re happy dreams.
Sleep doesn’t come for me. Having Savannah’s soft curves in my arms is pure torment.
My wolf is hella antsy. Pacing inside me.
Making its demands. Not understanding. Every time she snuggles closer, I clench my fists and grit my teeth, fighting it down.
And whenever I start to drift, she gives a sleepy sigh, and I’m wide awake again.
Pure torment.
I don’t care though; I love holding her in my arms and keeping her safe. This pleasure I can allow myself.
At last, the stars fade, and sunrise brightens the eastern sky. The night is almost over, and I’m still awake. Watching the morning light kissing her skin.
Annihilated.