Chapter 31 #2
The wolf’s eyes radiated a fierce yellow, his claws digging into the dirt, ready to pounce.
I dashed into the woods. Harkin was quick to follow, the heavy sounds of his paws thudding against the ground echoing in my ears.
My legs were a bit wobbly beneath me at first, my body acclimating to running in this form again.
The wolf nipped at my hooves, matching me stride for stride.
Once I got the hang of my cadence with four legs, I used the forest brush to my advantage, weaving through it, darting around trees at the last possible moment and blending with low-hanging branches to confuse him.
The pack ran wild around us, the howls continuing, excited that the alpha started the new trend.
I purposely slowed down as if I had somehow lost Harkin, my ears flicking left to right.
Catching his scent, I took off in a burst of speed, bleating.
Harkin let out a playful yip. When we reached a clearing, I shifted back to human, if only to ensure I could.
My breaths were heavy because, fuck, I was out of practice.
Harkin shifted as well, letting out short, quick breaths. “Fucking hells, you’re fast.”
Teasing him, I sauntered toward the wolf, naked and sweating. I traced my finger down his stomach. “I’m only getting started.”
Harkin cocked his head to one side with a “What are you up to now, woman?” expression.
Becoming a deer once more, I bolted for the woods.
Harkin let out a frustrated growl behind me as he shifted to his wolf.
We pounced through the forest for hours, Harkin keeping up with me at every turn, every change of direction, snarling, growling, and yipping.
At one point, the pounding of his paws grew louder, heavier, slower.
We’d gotten so far from the others I couldn’t hear them any longer and I was running out of steam.
With time, I imagined I could last longer as I built up my shifter stamina again.
For now, I transitioned back to human, stumbling forward to catch my breath.
Harkin emerged from the shadows on all fours in his werewolf form.
When had that happened?
He rose to two feet, his chest heaving with labored breaths.
With my finger sliding between my breasts and over my collarbone, I walked toward him. Harkin was power incarnate in this form all muscle, fur, teeth, and dominance.
“Gimme a moment,” Harkin grunted, holding his head.
Reaching for his arms, I dragged his hands away and willed his werewolf’s gaze to mine. “Stay like this, big guy.”
If wolves had eyebrows, his would’ve raised. Harkin’s ears twitched, his tail idly swaying.
“Sure?” Harkin asked, his werewolf’s voice, deep and gritty, sending shivers over my sweat-slicked skin.
I urged him to lower his head so I could rub my face against his muzzle. “I agreed to all of you, Harkin.”
The wolf made a very satisfied snarl into my neck before a large arm curled around my waist, his claws pinching my flesh.
Heat swelled in my stomach. How he’d feel in this form already tantalized my insides, wetness pooling between my thighs for him.
Turning around, I bent forward, offering myself to him, to the werewolf.
With a growl, Harkin prowled forward, lightly pushing between my shoulder blades until my stomach flattened to the grass.
He hoisted my hips, my pussy fully exposed to him.
Something thick and moist covered my slit, pulling a gasp from deep in my throat.
He dragged a single lick with his long, wide tongue from my opening to my clit, tasting me.
Harkin’s growl vibrated against my inner thighs.
I tilted my head, observing him more closely.
Moonlight illuminated his eyes, their feral gleam intensifying the incandescent glow.
Harkin stood tall, his cock emerging from the werewolf form’s sheath.
My gods, did it look different, light red and thick with spiraling veins down the shaft, and the head tapered and flat.
I licked my lips, my insides clenching, already yearning to lock with him.
Harkin hunched over me, his paws covering my hands, his claws digging into the dirt. He lowered his muzzle to my ear, his hot breath coating my skin. “My mate,” he growled, pushing his tapered tip at my entrance.
Groaning over how good only the tip had felt, I moved to lift my head, but Harkin pressed a paw to the back of my skull, pinning it.
The wolf slowly pushed his way inside, a carnal growl echoing from his chest when his hips met my ass.
He thrust in and out, his canines and fangs bared.
His tail brushed my calves, his fur tickling my thighs.
Harkin’s knot swelled, filling me, pushing against that sweet spot inside.
Moaning, I lifted my hips higher, making his cock dive even deeper.
“Fuck, Harkin,” I whispered.
He licked my cheek but continued to drive into me with abandon, his balls slapping the backs of my thighs.
The wolf’s pumping grew faster, his knot swelling even more than it had before, putting so much pressure it made my eyes roll back in my head.
The climax tore through me, igniting in my core and surging through my limbs and into my neck. I cried out. I screamed through it.
“Mine,” Harkin snarled, lapping his tongue over his claim mark, before sinking his teeth into my neck.
The moan that escaped my throat hadn’t sounded like me, or rather, I’d long since forgotten her. The shifter part of me relished a blissful, carnal moment with my mate, something few shifters experienced.
Harkin’s knot swelled even further, and I clenched around him until we were sealed tight.
He pumped several more times before giving one last powerful drive, stilling and releasing himself inside me.
His tail brushed slowly behind him during his climax, occasionally swishing against my feet.
The wolf let go of my hand and head, his teeth leaving my skin.
He raised his muzzle to the dark sky, letting out a satisfied snarl.
When he came down from his rapture, he moved us to our sides. Harkin’s knot kept us locked together until it calmed down, or rather until both of us let go. That’s not what I wanted. Not yet. The wolf curled a furry arm around me, gently licking the sweat from my back, my neck, my cheeks.
A contented laugh fluttered from my stomach as I pressed a hand over my racing heartbeat. “I still can’t believe all of this is real, Harkin.”
He nipped my shoulder, causing me to yelp. I slapped his paw. Harkin chittered as if it were his werewolf’s way of chuckling. “Not a dream.”
Not a dream. All real. All mine.
We lay there for minutes until my insides saw fit to release the lock on Harkin, his knot calming enough to pull out of me.
Soon after, my cowboy shifter turned to me, sitting with his arms propped on his knees.
His wavy, dark hair was in shambles over his face, and he flashed a beaming white smile at me.
“You’re something else, Rory,” he said, pressing his fingertips between my breasts and closing his eyes to count my heart’s rhythm.
“What? You’ve never fucked anyone as your werewolf before?”