God, I’m wet for that.
His nostrils flare, and I know he can tell. I fall back a step, a fleeting urge to do what fear should have told me to; a branch snaps under my foot.
All his fur bristles at the sound, his posture tensing up. My heart beats wildly in my throat.
Now I know what was wrong with all those dreams, that they truly were dreams. He was chasing me in those. I had left hoping he would chase me, hoping he would choose me. What I wanted, what I thought I needed, was for him to show me I mattered to him enough.
But wanting someone to chase you without actually asking for it just looks like walking away. Of course, he wouldn’t.
Instead of running, I allow myself to fall.
His body cages over mine as the ground comes up to meet me; a pile of leaves takes the worst of it. I feel the springy bumps of mossy ground underneath me when the world stops spinning so much. My leg is caught between us at an awkward angle, my foot pushes to his clavicle as he leans his body over mine. As much as my leg is what’s holding us apart, the position spreads my legs open.
He stops just short of pressing his body to mine, a low growl shivering across my stomach as his claws dig into the ground on either side of me.
Perhaps someone with a better sense of self-preservation would be terrified. Someone with that wouldn’t be in this situation at all, but I find tenderness in the way he drags the blunt edge of his fangs against the vulnerable curve between my neck and shoulder.
“Shawn,” I breathe, reaching up, finding handfuls of his thick coat, carding my fingers through it. “Shh, it’s just us.”
His breath clouds hot on my neck and the world slows down; and there is only the two of us here in the dark.
I feel my body shaking, quivering beneath his, despite my deliberate choice to stay, with an instinct to flee I am holding back. But the danger of it wakes something in me, something that has been rousing in my dreams these last few weeks. The needy ache between my thighs, wet enough that even I can smell it.
I truly do not have any kind of plan to work off. I wasn’t even sure if he would recognize me like this. And maybe it was crazy to think that he might just turn back into a human the moment I hold him again, or some other equally hare-brained hope.
But I knew Shawn had never hurt me on purpose. And this is still him.
He growls almost imperceptibly low, and at first, I don’t recognize my name embedded within it.
“You...should go,” he says, the words almost lost within the gravelly voice.
“No,” I insist, my voice cracking on the single syllable. I swallow, bringing my hands to hold his face. “I want to be here for you. You’re hurting.”
“I never wanted you to see me like this,” he manages to grind out between his clenched, bared teeth.
It breaks my heart to hear him say that. All I can do is offer quietly, “I know.”
More emphatically, he growls, almost snarls, a dire plea to keep me at arm’s length, “You can’t want me like this.”
The truth, the silent breaker of all bonds: fear. It is so easy to recognize, now that I have left it behind.
“What?” I breathe. A damn bursts in my chest, I almost sit up with indignation at the injustice that someone I love so fiercely could truly believe this makes him unlovable.
“Did you think you could scare me off with this? God, Shawn, I thought you were cheating on me for most of our relationship.”
His whole body stills, not even a breath escapes him. Hot tears start to creep up in my eyes to admit this much to him, to show him how utterly pathetic I’d been for his love once upon a time.
“And the way that broke my heart, that I could never be enough for someone I loved as much as you. And I still stayed and let it chip away at my self-worth because I didn’t want to let go of the person I thought I knew and loved. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did.”
I feel a tear break containment from my lashes, rolling straight back into my hair.
I bury my face in his neck, and exhale deep into his coat. “But staying here, now...this will be the easiest. It feels more natural than breathing. I want what you said before. I want to give us another chance, with all of you this time.”
He nuzzles my cheek a little, and a sigh escapes me, melts the sorrow in me. It doesn’t matter now, not when we’re here, and I feel ready to approach who we are to each other with more wisdom.
And...well. It’s hard to ignore his hardening cock as it bobs in the air, twitching over my wet, needy pussy. I did sayallof him.
His wolf cock is longer and girthier than I had ever seen his regular dick before, veined and shaped a little differently. The head looks dark pink and lush to the touch, the shaft’s skin velvety.
