“Tegan,” Atlas growled in a raspy, inhuman voice. He focused those wide yellow orbs on me, cocked his head to the side, and smiled, showing a full mouth of dangerous teeth. “Run.”
I sucked in a breath and whirled around, the loose strands of my hair whipping into my face and eyes as I scrambled to put distance between us.
Faster.
Faster, my instincts screamed as my boots pounded against the forest floor. I raced through the trees, bobbing and weaving, splashing through a creek and up a muddy embankment. Thorns and brambles reached for me with their spindly branches, snagging my thigh-highs and my dress, slicing my skin as I fought to get away.
An ear-splitting howl sounded from close behind me, signaling that I was losing ground. Atlas was closing in on me, and there was a part of me that wanted him to. I wanted to feel his muscular weight pinning me down and those sharp teeth and claws grazing my skin.
“Run, run, run, my sweet thing,” Atlas roared as he tore through the trees.
“Come and get me, wolf daddy,” I teased, spurring him on.
Up ahead of us, I could make out a clearing illuminated by the moonlight. My muscles screamed at me, and I fought to pump my legs as fast as I could toward the stretch of open land.
I tripped over a rock and fell to my knees in the middle of the field, my chest burning with each breath I struggled to suck in.The woods around me were eerily silent. I could no longer hear Atlas’s panting breaths, heavy footfalls, or excited yelps. There was no sound except for the gentle swaying of tree branches in the breeze.
My body trembled from adrenaline and I wrapped my arms around myself. Sweat streaked down my temples and a nervous laugh slipped out of my mouth. I was completely and utterly afraid—but I loved it.
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Atlas
I watched Tegan from theshadows as she sat on her knees. I could sense the fear rolling off her in waves but she was also laughing?
It seemed as if my little human liked being prey.
I’d show her just how scary the big bad wolf could be.
Without warning, I pounced and gently pinned her body against the grass, my hands restraining her hands above her head.
“A-Atlas,” she gasped as I ground my cock against the warmth of her pussy, smearing my precum all over her black dress.
I lowered my snout to her neck and flared my nostrils. She smelled amazing. Intoxicating, even.
My tongue slid out of my mouth, and I licked the pale column of Tegan’s neck as her body shuddered underneath me.
“Did you like being chased, baby?” I asked with a growl.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, thrusting her hips up to meet mine.
“Mmm, such a needy little thing. Even when you’re scared, you’re still a horny mess for me.” I removed one of my hands and brought a clawed finger into view between us. The sharp black tipgleamed in the moonlight, and I slipped it under the collar of Tegan’s shirt before slicing her dress clear down the middle.
“Fuck,” Tegan moaned. Her eyes swirled with a mixture of fear and arousal.
I released my grip on her arms to peel off her clothing, taking a moment to admire her black lace bralette and panties. Her body glowed in the moonlight, and I longed to mark every inch of her with my scent. Or better yet, my teeth. Her legs were covered in a pair of black thigh-highs that had my cock throbbing.
“Take off your bra and underwear,” I commanded.
With shaking arms, Tegan pulled her bra over her head, exposing her breasts to the chill of the evening air. She shimmied her underwear over her thighs, and an impatient growl slipped out of my throat as she struggled to pull them over her boots. I reached down to help, shredding the thin piece of lace with my claws.
She stared at me, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. “The stockings, too?”
“No, those stay.” I groaned, palming my cock as I took in the sight of her pussy laid bare before me. “Do you want me to touch you, Tegan?”
“Gods, yes.” My sweet thing was needy, but she was forgetting something.
“Yes what?” I rasped from a breath’s width away, as close to her as I could get without touching her.
