Raula
My wolf purrs, taking in his scent, the feeling of his closeness, the warmth of his breath against my skin. I feel like I am melting...
He pulls away from the kiss, and looks down at me. I lick my lips suddenly feeling embarrassed because I still want more. I blame it on the heat.
The heat!
Shit!
I feel like a puddle down there, so wanton. With my hands still wrapped awkwardly around his neck, I stare into his eyes as the heat crawls allover my skin, scalding me, boiling the blood in my vessels.
I need him. Now. Here. I don't care, anywhere, but I want him inside me or I am going to lose it.
"Raula?" he raises his eyebrows in a questioning look.
I immediately raise to my to tiptoes and reach for his sweet warm mouth again. My tongue grazes his lips in the most obscene way, but zll the shame in me has been overshadowed by my heat. He doesn't stop me, so I go ahead to intrude his mouth, my tongue sweeping over his, mingling into a dance of their own rhythm.
I moan loudly into his mouth, feeling my soul leaving my body when he grabs my neck and tilts my head to angld hix tongue deeper into my throat.
Struggling on my tiptoes, I wrap my left leg around his thigh, shameless hungry for so friction. There is a rough grab on my ass before I am hoisted onto the countertop, both my legs wrapped around his waist, and for a split second, I catch myself wishing I was wearing a skirt instead for easy access.
Before I know it, his hand is threading through my hair, massaging but also pulling at a the same time, it's driving me insane. My hand crawls to his stomach under his shirt, hoping to feel his skin.
There is this deeply loud vibration in there.
His wolf!
Oh my!
I can feel him in there. I can feel him calling on my wolf. Calling her to come on so they can go running together in the woods. My wolf purrs back, trying to act sassy though she is hella desperate to do anything with him.
Whoa! This interaction between our wolves is much more independent from ours, yet it still is us.
He pulls away from the kiss this time and takes a step away from my embrace of webbed limbs. We both take a moment to catch our breaths.
His green eyes bore through mine.
"It doesn't matter who you are or what your background is in that wretched pack, Raula. I don't care. What matters to me is that you are my mate and nothing more. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you never feel lacking. You are perfect to me, " he says. I am at the brink of tears. Those are the words I never knew I needed.
"Thanks for saying that, Damien," I say, my lip quiverying with emotion.
Jeez... I can't cry now. Not after that mindblowing kiss I just had. I press my legs together hoping the heat somehow subdues before making me lose control like a sex-starved shewolf.
He gives me a lopsided smile. He doesn't look to smile so often, but I hope he will henceforth.
"Do you want to soak under the shower again?" he inquires with a raised eyebrow.
Do I?
I just want to fuck.
I just lick my lips and look up at him. The way my wolf keeps tagging at his wolf, I am sure he knows what I would rather do.
He gives me sultry look , that says "I know what you are up to but-"
He leans close to my face so that I can catch the scent of his shaving cream.
"I know, baby. Trust me, I probably want this more than you do, but I want you to first be sure that you want me when you are physically and mentally prepared other than being driven by your heat. I don't want you to have different thoughts after because you were driven by a different force other than your conscience," he says, his voice more of a whisper.
Well, he seems more patient and understanding than I am.
Holding my waist, he carries me off the counter top and puts me back on my feet. He holds my hand in his.
"If you have anything anything in mind that you would rather do, you can tell me. I was thinking we can go on that chase in the woods and feed our wolves. What do you think?"
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His wolf howls.
Shit.
I look over my shoulder, panting, to see how close he is.
I swear, his wolf smiles. He raises his snout and howls again at the clear blue sky. It's a warning. A promise. He's not holding back anymore.
I run.
We're in a fallow field, and I bolt as fast as I can. There's a windbreak in the distance, and I head there on instinct, even though it's not thick enough to lose him, and my human mind knows that if he wants to, he can catch me in one modest leap.
My wolf and I are just ecstatic about the run. We sprint, tongue out, and the sensation is still so new, and yet so natural, that it almost distracts us from our pursuer. The dirt is dry and clumpy beneath our paws, and the rich scent of life returning to the earth wafts from the ground.
There are squirrel tracks. A groundhog hole. Crows pecking in the distance. The world is alive. It's bright and satisfying and soothes my bitter disappointment that I had buried deep inside me.
There's a hawk circling high above, and a stream babbles ahead, the wet mossy slickness of it fizzing in my snout like soda pop bubbles.
We've been the wolf, but we've never run free before. And it's amazing.
It's so distracting, so wondrous, that at first, I don't realize Damien's wolf isn't chasing us. He's trotting a few feet behind, keeping an even distance. My wolf snarls at him over her shoulder on principle. He slows his pace so he's a foot further back.
This is what his wolf wanted, both of us in fur.
What is he going to do?
Whatever he wants. He's a giant.
Shit