24. The Chase
Chapter Twenty-Four
The Chase
MILES
I could feel a full moon coming days before it took its place in the sky.
It was like an itch between my shoulders I couldn’t quite get to.
An incessant buzzing underneath my skin that couldn’t quite be helped.
It also played on my mood, making me more snappy, more spontaneous.
It pushed my libido into overdrive, which was why Dyl and I had barely stepped out of the house since he’d come over.
We only left for practice and for the gym, other than that, we were back at my place, trying to fuck away the increasingly feral energy that coursed through us both.
It built up like a flood behind a dam and was never relieved no matter how often we emptied ourselves together.
When he had asked to spend a full moon shift with me, I was initially hesitant about it.
I’d been on my own for so long that I was used to spending those nights locked up inside of my home.
I had lived in the center of a busy city so I couldn’t exactly risk going out and being seen.
I would deadbolt my home, close all the blinds, have a nice and juicy meal waiting, and I’d ride it out indoors.
There were a few rare occasions I’d travel somewhere more remote so I could spend the shift as a free were, running through empty woods and howling up at the full moon.
But I also knew that animalistic instincts could take over during these nights, and I didn’t want to make any bad judgment calls because my mind was clouded not just by the moon but by Dylan. What if I made an impulsive decision that I’d come to regret once the sun came up?
I considered saying no, but Dylan’s puppy-dog stare was difficult to turn down.
So I agreed. And so here we were, in the middle of the woods, stripping off all our clothes and tucking them away in a box we’d return to come morning.
Shifting into our wolf forms meant we didn’t have to worry about clothes, but shifts into our larger were forms would have ripped everything to shreds.
“There’s something so freeing about being naked in nature, isn’t there?
” Dylan asked, completely nude now. I took a second to admire his perfect body.
Honed and chiseled by years of training and playing hockey.
Broad shoulders that trailed down to powerful biceps, framing a muscular chest. He stood with his powerful legs apart from each other, a hand rubbing his six-pack, fingers trailing down to his trimmed pubes.
In only a few minutes he’d be standing three feet taller, his body covered in dense fur, his fingers elongated to claws and his mouth into a snout.
“Yes,” I said, answering his question as I pried my eyes from him. “There’s something about it for sure.”
I pulled off my underwear and set it inside the box.
Last was my jewelry. I removed my earrings, my necklace, and my bracelet and set them neatly in the box which I then pushed in to the base of the tree we’d marked to come back to.
Once we arranged some leaves over it in case anyone passed by and got curious, I turned back to Dylan.
Only a minute or two left. I could feel the tug of the moon’s magic on my soul, pulling out my inner were.
The winds shifted. I got a whiff of something—of Dylan.
Holy fuck. It almost knocked me to my knees.
It was like scenting the world’s most expensive, most elusive cologne.
Something formulated to completely obliterate the senses.
My heart started to race, my nostrils flared.
What the hell was that? I wanted to launch myself at him.
Only so I could inhale his scent even more, so I could get him underneath me and so I could rub that scent off on myself.
No time to think about it. The full moon reached its zenith.
The magical energy inside me rose with it, boiling over, consuming me completely.
I fell to my knees. Dylan did the same. A shimmer blurred his form as it did mine.
My arms and legs elongated. My bones and muscles reshaped and rearranged themselves painlessly.
A tail grew from my lower back. Teeth became canines, nails turned to claws.
Then, as if I’d just blinked, it was over.
I stood up on my lean, muscular legs covered in black fur.
I stretched my arms, looked up at the moon, pinned my ears back.
Howled. Long and drawn out. Dylan joined me.
We created a haunting chorus of sound that bounced between the dense wall of trees that surrounded us.
I dropped my attention from the moon. Focused on Dylan.
He stepped forward. His tail was tucked between his legs.
His hands outstretched, grabbing my arms. Claws tight.
His jaw came to my neck. I gave it to him.
Tilting, exposing my most vulnerable part.
He sniffed. Opened his jaws. Sharp pinpricks of pleasure poked through my skin as his teeth worried on my flesh.
A low whimper. He pressed his body against me, his fur warm against mine.
His excitement as apparent as mine. He humped me, nibbling on my neck.
Another howl. Another low whimper of pleasure. I grabbed him by the hips and turned him so he was in front of me. He dropped his head forward, exposing his neck same as I did mine. I leaned in and inhaled him. My body felt like it wasn’t my own.
Feral thoughts painted my mind. I wanted to bend him over and take him. Didn’t know if it would hurt him, though. I didn’t want to hurt him. Only pleasure. Only mate.
My mate.
Fated.
I rubbed his chest. His fur was different than mine. More mottled with whites and browns. His ears tipped in shadows.
The moon called to us. As did the wilderness. I let him go. He turned, holding my clawed hand in his. A smile that looked similar to a snarl spread across his lips.
He turned, dropped to his fours, and took off running through the woods at a speed that turned him into a blur. An excited howl tore through me as instincts to chase kicked in.
I fell into pursuit. We ran and ran, howling and yipping, crashing through the shrubs and breaking through low-hanging branches, jumping over logs, splashing through creeks.
Time faded away as we played. Joy mixed with ecstasy.
I didn’t always have him in sight—he was fast, so fast—but his scent was so potent, so alluring, that I’d be able to track him from miles away.
A thought pricked at the back of my mind. It was a human thought. Not were. Not now. I homed back in on the chase, wanting to catch him.
Wanting to hold him. To mate with him.
My fated mate.
Faster. Heart pounding in my chest. Spotted him. So close.
I jumped. My arms encased him. Both of us were thrown to the floor with the momentum. We rolled. And rolled and rolled until a thick trunk stopped us with a hard slam. Dyl was pinned underneath me. He playfully licked my chin.
I licked him back. Rutted against him. Both our cocks were stiff, sticking out of the sheaths, making us both wet. I leaned my head back and howled again. My body quaked. His trembled underneath mine. Claws scratched into my back.
This was nirvana. This was what life was meant to be. Pleasure, woods, nature, animalistic instincts and passion and sex and love.
I leaned back down, nipped at his neck. Then I licked his jaw and leapt off of him. It was my turn to be chased.
And so Dylan ran after me. Chased me, chased the joy.
Yipped and howled and barked. Dirt and leaves kicked up behind me.
I swerved around a tree, ran between some others.
The tug of the moon on my soul started to wane.
Time had blurred. So much of it had passed.
Were form brought the same freedom to a human as it did a wolf.
A wolf didn’t stress about how many seconds ticked by on a clock.
They lived to eat, to drink, to hunt, to sleep, to mate.
Yesterday swirled with last month which swirled with last year. Seconds into hours into weeks.
Like a tide being pulled away from the shore, the magic started to pull away from my body. Drift out of me. I slowed, stopping in a clearing.
A familiar clearing.
Where we first met.
Dylan burst into the clearing shortly after me. Tongue lolled out from his open jaw. Golden eyes pinned on me. The sky above was beginning to lighten. Moon slipping away, and with it, our were forms.
A shimmer encased both of us. Our bodies began to realign and rearrange themselves with the original configuration.
Except there was an hour or so after a full moon shift where some residual traits and features remained.
With the shimmer gone, two naked and almost-human men stood in that clearing, sizing one another up.
Dylan’s ears were still pointed, his fingers still ending in sharpened claws.
But his tail had disappeared along with most of his fur, leaving his chest and belly hairy with the same color pattern as his fur had been a moment before, all the way down to the bush that crowned his already stiff and leaking cock.
He was no longer an eight-foot were but stood at his regular five-foot-ten height.
It only took seconds for our bodies to crash together again, his lips finding mine in a crushing kiss.
He pushed me up against a tree. The hard bark scratched at my back, same as what my claws did to his shoulders.
I pressed myself against him, eyes rolling back at the heightened sensations.
Having him so close meant he was the only thing I could scent.
It was pure. Intoxicating. Enough to make me come right there and then.
I reached down between us, careful with my claws around his cock.
In a break for breath, I pushed him back and got down on my knees.
Dylan watched me with an inferno crackling behind his eyes.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, the tips of his claws delicately and deliciously scratching at my scalp.