CHAPTER TEN
Sara darted over the coarse grass, Rachel’s scent spurring her on.
She followed closely as they ran far away from the farmhouse, the barns, and thankfully from the border with her father’s property. As night fell around them, Rachel finally came to a stop and turned, waiting for Sara to join her.
Padding closer, Sara glanced over Rachel’s shoulder. The land gradually fell away behind her, down to the rocks below and the Atlantic Ocean crashing against them.
She scented the air. No one around for miles.
Shifting back to her human form, Sara turned in a slow circle. “This is perfect.” She grinned, and when she’d completed a full turn, she was met by a smiling and fully human Rachel.
“I thought you’d like it.” Rachel walked over and took Sara’s hands in hers. “This is where I come when I need to just be—to escape from things for a while.”
Sara squeezed her fingers. “Thank you for sharing it with me.” She knew what it meant to have a special place like this. She had one of her own, both at her grandfather’s pack and a few miles from the spot they stood in. It hurt her heart to think she’d never get to show the latter one to Rachel, at least not any time soon. Maybe one day she and her father might reconcile, but that was a long way off.
And not something she should be thinking about now.
Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she launched herself at Rachel and tackled her to the ground. They fell onto the grass in a tangle of limbs and laughter. “I’m done waiting,” she whispered and captured Rachel’s mouth in a kiss. The pull of the moon wasn’t strong like on a full-moon night, but it still called to her wolf, tugging it to the surface. Rachel’s presence amplified the sensation, and Sara felt the ache in her teeth and claws, even though they’d only just shifted back.
Rolling Rachel over onto her back, Sara straddled her waist. She growled low in her throat as Rachel’s hand dipped between her legs, and closed her eyes for a second, head tipped back.
When deft fingers began a slow slide back and forth, her gaze snapped back to Rachel’s. For one long moment, they stared at each other. Nothing mattered except the steady pressure of Rachel’s fingers as she rubbed Sara in just the right way to make her grind her hips and push down against Rachel’s hand.
The breeze tugged at Sara’s hair, heavy with the scent of the sea below. Heavy with the scent of them.
A low rumbling growl spilt out, and in answer, Rachel opened her mouth enough for Sara to see her fangs slide slowly out. She flicked her tongue over the tips, teasing, and Sara shivered as her wolf reacted.
Her gaze dropped to the base of Rachel’s throat, pale delicate skin calling to her, drawing her in.
“Do it,” Rachel whispered, words slightly slurred by her wolf-teeth. “Bite me.”
Sara cried out as her own fangs dropped down, and Rachel reached up to slide her hand around her neck, tugging her closer.
Sara went willingly, only stopping when her mouth was centimetres from Rachel’s neck. “There’s no going back after this,” she said, voice soft.
“I know.” Rachel lifted off the ground enough to scrape her teeth over Sara’s collarbone. Her fingers pressed firmly against her at the same time, working Sara’s clit, and Sara arched her back at the sensation overload. “I want this.”
Sara’s breath caught, Rachel’s words hitting her at the same time as her orgasm swept over her, and in one quick movement she fisted Rachel’s hair, tilted her head to the side, and bit down hard.
Blood hit her tongue and her wolf howled in unrestrained joy as she completed her side of their bond. Her heart raced, pulse loud inside her head, and she closed her eyes, savouring the moment that had been such a struggle to achieve.
But they weren’t done yet.
Carefully, Sara retracted her teeth from Rachel’s skin at the same time as Rachel pushed gently at her shoulder. With a feral grin, Sara licked her lips, catching the last traces of blood still on there. “Your turn.”
Rachel opened her legs wide, and Sara moved between them. She bent to place a reverent kiss on the bite mark she’d left before moving her attention a little lower. Gripping Rachel’s hip with one hand, she let her claw tips dig in. As Rachel gasped at the sharp sting, Sara licked first one nipple, then the other, teasing with her tongue until Rachel writhed under her.
“Touch me.” Her hand covered Sara’s urging her downwards, but Sara held fast.
Instead, she kissed her way down Rachel’s body, the flick of her tongue followed by the faint scrape of fang, until she reached the slick heat between Rachel’s legs.
Now Sara retracted her claws.
She traced the pads of her fingers over the almost bare skin, a low growl escaping as Rachel’s scent, heavy with arousal, filled the air. Sara’s wolf preened, and her lips curved into a slow smile, before she dipped lower and placed a kiss where her fingers had been.
“Oh fuck!” Rachel arched her back as Sara flicked out her tongue and licked her. Her hands clawed the grass as Sara used her fingers and her mouth to elicit moan after moan. until Rachel roughly grabbed Sara’s hair and yanked her head up. “Now,” she hissed, eyes wild.
Sara quickly sat up, Rachel moving with her, straddling her lap and Sara kept her fingers pressed against her, never letting up. With her hand still fisted in Sara’s hair, Rachel ducked her head and bit down as Sara took her over the edge.
