We ran for what seemed like ages. The outback was so vast it was easy to get lost. The red orange sand seemed silver in the moonlight and we heard more than a few other howls alerting us that we were not alone out there.
'Are you tired already?' His voice echoed in my head.
I must have slowed down subconsciously. If I felt like my normal self I could have bested him at any race but in my state, I did not want to push myself.
'I'm pacing myself,' I lied.
Part of me tugged to tell him about the baby but my wolf seemed reluctant to lose Arthur's attention.
Once he knew I had completed my obligation he would put me away. That is what all the alphas did. Especially those who were in arranged marriages. There was no reason for him to pay me favour now that I was carrying.
'Let's rest a moment,' he agreed his silver eyes watching me closely.
Grateful for the respite I rolled onto my back to look up at the moon. Suddenly I felt his wet, cold nose nuzzle my belly.
'Stop!' I snapped him away and rolled to my feet.
'Excuse me?' He stomped his massive paw on the desert floor.
He was standing over me demanding my submission. But there was a part of me that wanted to protect my belly. Protect my young. Even though he was clearly the sire of the baby, I did not feel comfortable being that vulnerable. In truth I did not trust any man. I had heard horror stories of males ripping young from females' bellies, who were carrying from another male. Even though he was the father, I did not want to submit.
'Please, don't,' I huffed.
'Get on your back,' he ordered, his eyes glowing, and
I felt the pull of pack bonds forcing me to submit.
I tried to fight it but the supreme alpha's order must be obeyed regardless of what I wanted. I had no choice and so I showed him my belly.
He nuzzled me gently and breathed in my scent. His eyes were closed as he continued to breathe me in. Like he was getting his fix.
He nuzzled further down my belly and between my hind legs.
'Turn for me,' he thought.
I looked down at him curiously.
'I have to taste you, Lilly, please,' he almost begged and I felt the desperation from him.
If I had not seen his wolf's turgent length, it was his smell that alerted me that he was in need.
'No,' I turned my head.
I was tired of him just using me as a release and keeping his walls up.
'Please,' his eyes bore into me.
He was begging me. The supreme alpha was begging me.
He was shaking at this point.
'Why?' I huffed.
'Because I'm starving,' he growled.
It was his wolf speaking for him I could tell.
'I need to taste my mate,' he continued to growl.
'You need or want?'
'Need. As though I need air, I need you,' his eyes seemed to grow brighter.
Arthur was not in control, his wolf was.
I waited a beat before I responded. Instead of speaking I let my flesh take over.
His muzzle opened in a toothy grin before he began licking my face and neck.
I rubbed behind his ears as he leaned his large head into me almost knocking me over due to his size.
"You're too big to be nuzzling me in my flesh," I smirked as I stroked down his silver flanks. He laid down and let me rub his belly like a house dog.
"You're ridiculous sometimes," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his furry middle.
I could have laid on his belly like a mattress he was gigantic.
He rolled over and began nuzzling my face again. Slowly he was pushing my onto my back.
"Not in your wolf form," I grabbed his ears and forced him to look at me. "I can't physically take all of you in this form."
He growled and pushed me back down.
"No, Arthur," I snapped pushing his big head away.
He growled.
"Stop," I snapped. "Anyways you know pack rules. 'Flesh on flesh, fur to fur'. I quoted."
It was not the Law but it was a rule all shifters followed. If the wolf was to take his mate in her flesh or vice versa, the wolf could hurt their partner and not be able to stop.
He growled and shook his head.
"No," I pushed his head away once more but I could tell his wolf would not listen to Arthur.
He pushed me back down into the clay earth and I realized it was best not to fight the wolf in my flesh.
He nuzzled my flat belly and moved down until his cold nose was between my legs at my center.
He laid down and lapped between my legs as if he was indeed starving.
"Enough," I tried to close my legs but his furry head would not relent.
He continued to lick between my legs and I could smell his arousal but also something territorial.
"Arthur!" I snapped realizing I had to stop him.
He would lose control soon if I did not. And I knew by the look of his length I would not be able to physically take all of it as my human self.
His wolf whimpered but soon Arthur took control and shifted back to his flesh.
He was breathing heavily and put his hands on the ground for support.
Even in his human form he was wildly erect.
"My wolf did not want to let go," he said between breaths.
I still laid before him completely open. I went to get up but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him.
"Your husband hasn't had a taste yet," he growled and spread me as wide as my thighs would allow. He stared at me and brushed his hand against my folds sending chills up my body. "You're so beautiful," he rasped before he knelt down, throwing my legs over his shoulders and burying his face into me.
He licked and sucked and nuzzled until I had reached my peak twice. He refused to relent and each time I climaxed it seemed to egg him on further.
My clit was almost raw from his tongue.
"Arthur," I hissed. "You have to stop."
"I can't," he gasped. "I can't get enough." His eyes glowed.
I reached down and grabbed his cock and began stroking it to get his attention away from me.
"Oh, lass," he hissed as I stroked him. "I love you," it was a whisper but I heard it.
It occurred to me then that his wolf and body were responding to my pheromones from the pregnancy.
He was unaware of the baby but his body was responding to my changing.
I sat up and continued to stroke him and playing with the head. I wanted to ignore what he said and perhaps pretend it never happened.
He grabbed me and threw me back down on the ground before he quickly crawled on top of me and entered me.
This was not sweet love making. He was a warrior, scarred and hardened. I had gotten my release and he would get his how a soldier took a woman. I had to get through his hard thrusts.
He pounded into me desperately.
"Fuck," he growled as he began to speed up. "I've taken many a woman, but you make me come like a untried school boy and just as quickly." He began to grow feverish with his thrusts and soon he found his release.
"Shit," he moaned as I felt that familiar warmness settle in my belly. "It'll never be enough," he collapsed on top of me. "I'll never have enough of you."
My heart sank knowing the true reasoning for his words. But in that moment under the Australian sky I simply held him close wishing.