I sway towards him.
He grips my throat and drags me up against him, his mouth plundering mine, taking and taking. I’m helpless, clinging to him to stay upright.
He pulls back, just enough to put a tiny bit of space between us.
“Come for a run with me.”
I exhale, but he breathes in, and I shudder knowing he’s taking my air into his lungs.
He steps back, and I stumble after him. He shifts and stands there. Inky black fur lifting in the wind.
A run. A run sounds good.
I shift and take off, running. He’s fast, keeping up with me, shouldering me in the direction he wants me to go.
It’s new, having the sun on my fur instead of the moonlight. But also having a pack mate run with me.
I could run like this until I dropped. Leaping over him, pausing to sniff something. Snapping my teeth playfully and dancing away.
His eyes shine as he remains right by my side. Eventually, he huffs and starts to steer me back towards the house.
I protest, growling until I hear a call. It makes my fur stand on end.
I fly back the way we came, almost barrelling into the red and white wolves that explode out of the bushes when we get closer.
I rub against them, twirling, playing. Leading them on a chase that has my blood thrumming in my veins. I get to the house and find a large silver wolf just lying on the ground. I sneak up on him and sniff his fur.
His jaw opens, and his tongue rolls out.
I rub my scent along him and then turn, spotting the copper, brown wolf with his blonde highlights standing in the shadows. I’m sure people could miss him, but I can’t. He stands out like a beacon.
I approach slowly, stepping carefully. I sniff and then carefully but deliberately rub myself along his side. Marking him as mine.
He huffs like he’s exasperated and then whirls, knocking me to the ground and pinning me. He rubs his head all over me. Ensuring that our scents are so combined they are almost one.
And now I smell like them, and they smell like me. My wolf is content.
I lie there, and he flops next to me, laying his head over my neck. The others join one by one, and I get this distinct, heavy feeling of being safe and protected.
I drift into a light doze, the scents of them filling my dreams.
I wake up in Khaos’ arms on the couch. The pack is asleep around us.
“How long was I out?” I fell asleep as a wolf…how did I get here and like this? The frisson of panic is eased by the warm scents of the pack filling my familiar home.
“Ten hours or so.”
I swear. He chuckles.
“I was supposed to cook.”
“Angel cooked his famous pizza.”
I consider it, but I don’t want it. Not yet. I’m hungry for something else.
I shift carefully, removing my pants. Khaos’ heavy breathing tells me he knows exactly what’s going on.
I turn, straddling his lap and slide my hand between us, freeing his erection. I look down between us and stroke the soft skin with a fingertip.
