Fuck.It’s like last night all over again.Her arousal washes over me like a tidal wave—a sweet, herbal scent accompanied by a pulsing in my veins.
Any logic I had left vanishes.
I.Need.Her.That’s all that matters.
I break out into a run before I can process a plan.The ground is soft under my paws, leaves and branches brushing against my fur.The rhythmic crash of waves fills my ears, and then I’m standing on a cliff by the shoreline.
Nova sits directly below me, a goddess in the moonlight.Her back rests against a large rock as her feet dangle in the water.Loose curls frame her face, and a tiny wrinkle forms across her forehead.
I stiffen as she lets out a soft whimper.It’s worse than I feared.She’s going into heat.I feel it in every cell, down to my very bones.Ihaveto claim her.
My eyes drift down her body, so luscious and soft.The points of her nipples poke through her tank top, and I snap my jaws at the urge to bite them.But it’s when I see her hand moving under her leggings that I bare my teeth.
If I hadn’t ordered the others away, if they had followed her like I did, they could have heard.Watched while she came— If anyone saw Nova like this, I’d kill them without a second thought.Because she’smyterritory.
She’smymate.
Mine.
6
NOVA
I thought goingon a walk would clear my head and cool me down, literally.I’ve been sweating all day—from the sun or my interaction with Roen, I’m not sure.But I’ve spent hours out in the woods, and as night falls, the fever is only getting worse.
It was stupid to come out here.What did I want—to get mauled by a wild animal?To have Roen track me down and scold me like a foolish little girl?
I whimper as another wave of heat rolls through my body.It’s like I’m burning up from the inside out.Worse, everywhere I look, I see glimpses of silver fur and turquoise eyes.Teeth and claws sharp enough to kill.A dominance that makes me shudder.
I certainly didn’t plan on masturbating to the wolf in my dreams, but I can’t think about anything else.My clit pulses with need.My nipples are so stiff they hurt.Touching myself gives no relief—more like pouring gasoline on the flames.
Roen’s voice is inside my head, too.Talking me through it.The rough tone like a sinful incantation, leading me further into the feverish haze.
Between that and the darkness creeping between the trees, I couldn’t stumble my way back to the house if I tried.There’s no rain tonight.No fog to hide in.Behind me, the forest creaks with an ominous breeze.
My last hold on sanity is the cool water lapping at my ankles.But shadows swirl in the ocean’s depths, and as night descends, the clearer the truth becomes.I’m not going to be saved.I’m going to be hunted.
A lone, haunting howl penetrates the air.I look up, and my breath catches.
The silver wolf stands above me on a cliff, light from the crescent moon glowing around its silhouette.I should be terrified.Instead, as in my dream and when Roen saved me, one thought puts me at ease.I’m not alone.
The wolf leaps down, and reality slams back in.I used myself as bait—and it worked.This is how I’m going to die.
I double over with fear, and embarrassingly, in arousal.The fire inside me flares.Drenched in sweat, my shirt sticks to my chest.More liquid heat trickles between my thighs.I shut my eyes, helpless as my heartbeat pounds in my ears.
I hear it approach my side, then a soft, wet tongue licks my arm.That pleasant sensation surges through my veins and pushes back the fever.I moan, unable to hold it in.I don’t know if I should cry for help or beg for more.
The wolf steps away, and something rustles behind me.Then large hands close around my shoulder and hip.Hot breath hits the nape of my neck.“Don’t move.”
My eyes snap open at that voice.Hisvoice.A deep, woodsy scent fills my nose, and I can’t help but lean back into his chest.
“Roen,” I whisper.My voice cracks.
He curses low and dark.Oh no, what am I doing?He can’t see me like this!
Just when I reach for my discarded hoodie, a wet heat covers my skin and pain shoots from the curve of my neck.
Is he…biting me?
