Chapter 11 #2
Fine if he wants to play… I turn and swim away from him, then shift and jump up onto the shore. I wait for him to leave the cave, and when he sees me, I spin and lower, lifting my ass into the air, and wagging my tail.
Sera wants to run, but not yet. Evander watches me, then gives me a grin and shifts. His black and silver beast takes over and Fenrir gives us a wolfy smirk. His maw opens and I see a flash of his teeth before he comes after us.
Sera is loving this. We lead them through the trees and around the lake. The cool winter air rushes through my fur and it’s incredible.
I miss this. Don’t get me wrong, training is my life, but being playful once again like when I was still human is enticing.
I must have gotten distracted because Fenrir pounces, knocking me to the ground with a growl. His maw clamps onto the fur at my neck and I submit… for now. Sera is panting and I roll my eyes.
I wait until he thinks that I am his to control, then roll over and take off again. This time I lead him to a longhouse. My bed is inside. It’s not quite like the one I grew up in, but it does the trick.
I shift back and Evander follows suit. His eyes are glowing and he has a huge grin on his face.
“What was that?” he laughs, then runs his hands through his hair. I walk over to my trunk and grab the shirt I made for him. I don’t know why I am so nervous. Shuffling back to him, I hold it out.
“Thanks,” he grunts, slipping it on, manifesting shorts to go with it.
My heart races and Sera begins to purr, loudly. “Mine,” she screams, and I grin.
I hold my hand out waiting, and his eyebrows furrow. He looks at his palm and then smacks it against mine before walking off and exploring my dwelling.
What the Hell?
“Fífl,” I whisper, but he heard me.
“What?” he asks, and I spin, placing my hands on my naked hips.
“Fool. I gave you a shirt!” I snipe and he looks down at the gray wool top I handcrafted. Doesn’t he know how important that is?
““Umm, no, he’s not from our culture,” Sera sasses and I frown.
Evander gives me a look, like he’s trying to figure me out. Mumbling under my breath, I move closer to him.
“A shirt means something. It’s a tradition for people we admire. It’s usually reciprocated with flowers, or a gift.”
Evander’s quiet as he thinks. A purple flower appears in his hand and I gasp as he hands it to me. Not holding back I charge him and knock him to the ground, then press my lips to his.
He doesn’t fight me this time and soon he’s as bare as I am. His shirt tossed away. I need him. I yearn for him.
Leaning down, I bite his shoulder and he groans, rolling me onto my back. He looks into my eyes and my body trembles. I can see Fenrir shining through his gaze and I know Sera is close too.
“Chill out, Sera, I don’t want to rush this.”
“Rush what? We’ve been battling this for too long. You’ve had your chance. It’s my turn.”
“Sera, wait!”
SERAFINE
Frida is too cautious. We have a hot, sexy wolf mate above us and she wants to go slow? After my shift is complete, Evander gives me a shocked look. Opening my mouth, I give him a long lick, then wiggle beneath him, and roll us so he’s underneath me.
Jumping up, I turn around and wiggle my ass at him, flagging him. His nostrils flare and Fenrir is fighting to take over. Come on, wolfy, take the bait.
A growl vibrates his chest and echoes through the longhouse shaking the walls as Evander shifts. That’s more like it. I wiggle one more time, then give Fenrir a smirk, and take off back into the woods. I need this.
I want him to chase me, take me down, and breed me like the beasts we are. Evander and Frida are letting their human natures and insecurities take over. They need to let go and just feel the breeze through their fur, the hot panting breaths of Fenrir on my heels.
This is what we needed.
A shadow moves closer to me from my peripheral and I grin. I know I could take him for a longer chase, but I need him. My blood’s heated and my vulva’s slick. I am ready for him. Slowing down just a little I wait for the inevitable hit.
Umph. Damn, I underestimated how much he’s craved me too. My chest hits the forest floor and I pant, trying to catch my breath. He nips my neck, but I’m not ready to surrender. Lifting my ass, I push him back enough to get out from under him.
His eyes flash with heat and lust and his tongue hangs from his mouth.
“Submit, Serafine,” he barks and I huff. I paw at the ground and give him a wolfy grin. I want him and he knows it, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over for him. He may be mine, and it’s been so long since I’ve had him, but he will need to work for it.
Frida may have been acting like some love drunk pup, especially when Evander accepted her shirt. I don’t think he understands her culture and that they are now practically married.
Fenrir growls and I scoff. He bends low, gritting his teeth. Saliva pools and I find that oddly sexy.
“You’re mine, Serafine,” he grunts and I sigh. He’s right, I am.
I let him circle me, and rub against me, marking me with his scent. When he kicks my legs out from under me, and mounts me, I allow it. My spine arches and my body shakes as his fangs nip into the skin of my neck.
He’s rough, unapologetic as he thrusts into me in one move, joining us together.
I whimper, moving my hips as much as I can. He feels amazing, perfect. His hot panting breaths fill my ears and my fur begins to ripple. Am I about to shift right now? No, I don’t want to give Frida control yet.
A flash of light fills the forest from the sky as lightning strikes through my body, electrocuting me, but it’s not painful.
Fenrir groans, thrusting faster, chasing his release.
I can feel myself clenching him harder, not wanting him to leave.
I need his knot and it’s right there, bumping against me.
“Please, please,” I beg and he snuffs.
More bolts of lightning hit us, then Fenrir finally knots us together. My body trembles and I can feel him swelling and pulsing inside of me. This is what we’ve been needing. My fur ripples harder, electricity running through me. I feel so energized.
Frida tries to take control and I watch as Evander does the same to Fenrir, but he’s fighting it.
With each pulse of his knot, the feeling of being not only so full, but so absolutely complete, fills me and pushes me over the edge.
I dig my nails into the ground as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body, causing me to tighten down on him, only to just start the cycle over again.
After what seems like an eternity and when both of us are completely spent, we lose our control and shift back at the same time.