Scarred Wolf by Charlene Hartnady

23

Everleigh

The night air is warm,but I’m moving with such speed that it’s cool as it ruffles my coat.

My coat!

I’m running like the wind. I’ve never felt so wild. So free.

Oh my god, this is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced! I’ve always loved running, and now I think I know why. Part of me was longing for, yearning for, aching for this!

The soil is soft underfoot, and the night sounds around me seem amplified somehow. I can hear the footfalls of Jaxon in his wolf form as he bounds behind me. Watching him change had lit something within me that I’d never imagined before. Any sense that I’d ever had of being different, of not fitting in…it’s all gone now. I’m not alone! It doesn’t matter exactly why Jaxon is here, only that he is.

I change my path slightly, making a wide arc and glancing over at him. His huge body stretches into a ground-covering gallop, coat gleaming in the pale light. The moon catches the silver of his eyes, and they seem to gleam out of the darkness. There’s an intensity to them that sparks something in me, and I feel a wave of excitement that is coupled with something else. There’s only one way to describe it – it’s the feeling I had when we got home last night.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

But I keep running. I never want to stop running. This has got to be better than sex!

Or maybe not…

I can hear him now, his breath rushing hoarsely, and my own flutters out on the back of a sound that I don’t recognize. My own yipping panting, that I’m pretty sure is the wolf equivalent of breathless laughter.

Catch me! Catch me if you can!I dare him silently, then make a sharp turn that has me shooting in the other direction past him. Zig-zagging through trees, I leap and prance ahead, imagining that this is what puppies must feel like when running through a park for the first time. I shoot a glance back at him, seeing how close he is. If he takes two broad bounds, he’ll be on me in a second.

Ha ha! Try it, buddy! You’re no match for me!

I run faster; faster still…and then—

Oh, my god! No! Shit! What the fuck?

My front feet connect with something unyielding beneath the soft leaves, and somehow, I’m tumbling forward, cartwheeling down a slight slope I hadn’t noticed. I yelp. Yes, I totally yelp!

And then he’s on me and we’re both tumbling in a twist of limbs and fur and panting mouths… And skin…slick, bare skin… Wait…what?

Jaxon’s naked body is tangled with mine as we finally come to a stop, landing in a pile of leaves and moss. It’s like Mother Nature’s bedding, springy and soft beneath my bare shoulders and back and ass.

But I don’t think about that because his weight is bearing down on me and all I’m aware of is that something is pressing up between my thighs that is hard and hot. And it’s throbbing in a way that’s matching the pulsing feeling deep inside me. He has my arms pinned over my head and those insanely silver eyes are glittering as they meet mine. My chest is heaving with my gasping breaths and my nipples harden as they graze against his chest.

Without thinking, I splay my thighs, feeling him settle between them. The head of his cock nudges up against the entrance of my pussy. I pull my legs higher up on his body, opening to him, welcoming him. His eyes are still on mine as he tilts his pelvis forward and slides himself along my slit to the throbbing nub of my clit. I let out a hoarse groan and arch my back as he slides back again. It feels good. So damn good. But it’s not enough. I need him inside me more than I’ve ever needed anything.

Take me, dammit!I hear the smoky voice of my wolf growling. I rock my hips against him, urging him on. His eyes widen and then I feel his hard flesh press into me. After a brief pause, he thrusts inside me, seating himself fully. The force of it knocks the wind from me and I’m left reeling with the sensation of trying to accommodate his sheer size…along with all of that damn pleasure that’s rolling through me.

“Yes!” I shout when I finally get back my breath. “More!” I add when he still doesn’t move. I’m panting.

Jaxon slides out and rams back in again, grunting as I meet him halfway in a crash. Our bodies slip together beneath a light sheen of perspiration from the running and the sheer need to rut.

Because that’s what this is…we’re fucking like animals in the woods. What am I saying? We are animals. And I’ve never felt this close to anyone. Never felt more alive. More me!

I arch my back and howl, feeling pleasure coiling…everywhere, my body’s buzzing with it. All I know is that I want to sink my teeth into his skin, and I feel my fangs lengthen and sharpen as he pounds into me. He still has my wrists over my head, and I realize it’s probably to stop me from biting him. It occurs to me that I can see his own teeth flashing in the moonlight and I strain upward to reach him, desperate to taste him.

Instead, he mashes his lips against mine, sweeping me away into a kiss that’s almost brutal in its intensity. I nip his lip and taste blood, and then he’s crying out into my mouth as I feel my own orgasm kick in. My pussy flutters and I groan. It all out spasms and I gasp out a profanity.

I wrap my thighs around his waist, clasp my ankles behind his hips and latch onto him. Jaxon groans, his body jerking hard against mine, and he spills himself inside me.

He breaks the kiss and throws his head back, face twisted in pleasure, throat corded as he lets out a hoarse, broken howl. There’s a dark bead of blood that’s trickled over his bottom lip, streaking across his chin, and I reach up and lick at it. The iron tang floods my mouth and I feel a hot rush. It heads through my skin down my chest, where my nipples tighten almost painfully; spreads below, pussy walls clamping tighter as the sensation seems to surge all the way to my toes. Every synapse is on high alert. I yell! I’ve never screamed during sex before. I’m normally quiet. Seems like I’m making up for all those silent orgasms right now. My nails dig into his back. My heels do, too.

“Jesus…fuck!” he chokes out, hips jerking forward again. I want to suck at his torn lip, but he has his hand tangled into my hair and I feel him shuddering as he sinks against me, locked into the heat of me. “Holy shit! Too much…too…!” he gasps as my spasming muscles milk the last spurts from his pulsing length. His balls thud against me.

Smokey growls, and I feel the power of her within me. It’s raw, and it’s primal, and I let her stare out at him with eyes that I know are glowing. I trace the lines of his face, strangely clear to me in the darkness, and a word whirls around my head. Just one word, and Smokey says it in a voice that’s low, sensual…but unequivocal.

Mine.