I brought his cock to my slit and slid right down on him, feeling him shudder with pleasure beneath me. He massaged my clit more as we came closer together, hitting me with such powerful feels as it all came together.
A hand on my hip to stabilize me, I began my grind against him, the intensity of our tryst building. His hands switched to holding my sides, gripping my hips. Up and down his length, again and again, we threw ourselves into one another more completely.
We were so in tune with one another. Maybe that was magic in itself, just one we experienced without thinking it was so.
Up and down, he thrust into me harder. I cried out, and he followed up with a loud smack on my ass, one that echoed through the emptiness of the forest. He massaged the marked spot away before coming down at the other cheek. I couldn’t help but laugh. The sting of pain mixed with the intense pleasure, it just made everything all the better.
He growled, his hands going between my breasts to enjoy their heft and my hips to fuck me harder. He wanted both that steady grip and the ability to enjoy my breasts, to run a tender finger around my areola and to enjoy that rising tide inside of me.
“Killian.” I moaned the word aloud, and it was drenched with need.
With lightning speed, he grabbed hold of me and spun me back down onto the ground below. He was on top and took full advantage of his leverage, thrusting his cock into me deep and hard.
I howled for him in delight as he pounded into me with such incredible intensity. Every powerful rut into me sent me higher and higher into greater ecstasy. It was maddening. I watched as he did it so intensely, how much he wanted me, how much he needed me.
And how deep in my heart of hearts I knew that it was absolutely the same with me.
Closer and closer we got to our climax, and I noted that Killian leaned in, his mouth next to my neck. The heat of his breath tickled me, and somehow it felt so right. I wanted more.
I wanted him to bite me—but he pulled away.
And then my orgasm hit me. The explosion of bliss consumed me, sending every nerve high with searing bliss and him right there with me. One thrust, two thrusts, then his cock trembled deep within. Burst after burst of seed jutting into me.
Finally, we rolled away from each other and lay side by side, breathing heavily. When my breathing finally stilled, I sat up. “So... are we just sleeping out here in the dirt under the stars?”
“No, I’m a semi-civilized wolf.” He scowled, massaging his temples.
“You all right?” I gave him a sidelong glance.
“Yes!” It came out snappish.
I reared back in surprise.
“Sorry,” he groaned. “I am really, really sorry. I just got hit with a very bad headache. Feels like an axe splitting my skull.”
“Should you see the healer?” I asked, worried. Did wolves get aneurysms?
“No. I’m fine.” He winced. “I feel better already.” He leapt to his feet and held out his hand to pull me up with him.
I looked around. My clothes were history. I had no idea where they even were, but they’d be in shreds anyway. The night air was pleasantly cool on my bare skin. “Uh... do we just walk back to the compound naked as the day we were born?”
“Nobody will even blink an eye.” He grabbed me by the hand and I let him lead me back to the house in silence.
Something was wrong. It was like a wall had slammed between us, and he wasn’t telling me why.
We’d just shared the most intimate moment ever—after I’d undergone the most astounding transformation of my life. Why wasn’t he talking to me? Asking me how it felt? Congratulating me on finding my inner wolf?
“Killian?” I said hesitantly.
“Fine,” he muttered.
But he was anything but, and therefore, neither was I.
Sixteen
Killian
My headache had mostly faded as we approached the house. My wolf paced inside me, snarling, but as an alpha, I’ve learned to control my wolf. I pushed it back down.
