I was never watching monster porn again.
Chapter 3
Garrick
Valor's claws shredded through her jacket like parchment, and I didn't stop him. Thirty minutes of tracking her scent through the pines had left us both trembling with need.
Even through the synthetic fibres, her aroma intoxicated me—sweat, fear, and something deeper, richer than any human had a right to be.
My snout cracked with a sickening pop as my wolf form took over. Now I could smell her properly. The sweet salt at her pulse point, the warm spice between her thighs, and beneath it all...something foreign. Something that made Valor pause mid-snarl.
Not wolf. Not human.
But the ovulation scent hit us like a physical blow, erasing all hesitation.
BREED. BREED. BREED.
Fabric tore as we worked together with Valor, rending her leggings to ribbons while I pinned her thrashing body. When she went limp, I lifted her effortlessly, her head lolling against my chest. The firelight painted her brown skin gold as I laid her on the sleeping bag, my claws retracting just enough not to mar her flesh.
A rustle in the undergrowth.
I was over her in an instant, a living cage of muscle and fury. The growl that ripped from my chest sent whatever creature lurked fleeing through the brush.
PROTECT. BREED.
My tongue dragged a wet stripe up her neck before I could stop myself. The taste exploded across my senses - honey, iron, and that unidentifiable spice that made my gums ache. Valor howled, restless and unnerved.
Mate.
BREED.
The need to mate with her rushed through me.
I barely registered the trees whipping past as I ran. Her body pressed tight against mine. The others would question me. Shaya would test her. But in this moment, with her sweet scent clinging to my fur and that mysterious flavour still on my tongue, only one truth mattered—she was ours.
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She awoke as I crossed the boundary wards. I felt her pulse stutter against my palm, but she played possum. Smart. Easier to carry her limp body into the cabin, where the air was thick with pine resin and the musk of us. Valor shuddered in approval as the door clicked shut.
Safe.
No one would disturb us here.
I laid her on the bed, the old frame groaning under our weight as I climbed over her.
Valor had no patience left. He dipped his head and dragged a broad, wet stripe up the curve of her left breast. Her eyes flew open, dazed, then wild. Confusion. Fear.
Good.
Her hands shoved at my chest, blunt nails scraping fur. Valor snarled and engulfed her breast in our mouth, sucking hard enough to bruise. I lapped at her nipple, teasing the peak to a stiff point, even as I wrestled Valor back.
Slow. Savour her.
No.Breed. NOW.
Our eyes locked.
I grazed my teeth over her flushed skin, and her scent exploded across my tongue—sweet musk, salt, and the heady tang of heat. My knot swelled, aching. My cock jutted against her thigh, hard as steel and dripping.
