Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said, answering his question as I pried my eyes from him. “There’s something about it for sure.”
I pulled off my underwear and set it inside the box. Last was my jewelry. I removed my earrings, my necklace, and my bracelet and set them neatly in the box which I then pushed in to the base of the tree we’d marked to come back to. Once we arranged some leaves over it in case anyone passed by and got curious, I turned back to Dylan. Only a minute or two left. I could feel the tug of the moon’s magic on my soul, pulling out my inner were.
The winds shifted. I got a whiff of something—of Dylan. Holy fuck. It almost knocked me to my knees. It was like scenting the world’s most expensive, most elusive cologne. Something formulated to completely obliterate the senses. My heart started to race, my nostrils flared. What the hell was that? I wanted to launch myself at him. Only so I could inhale his scent even more, so I could get him underneath me and so I could rub that scent off on myself.
No time to think about it. The full moon reached its zenith. The magical energy inside me rose with it, boiling over, consuming me completely. I fell to my knees. Dylan did the same. A shimmer blurred his form as it did mine. My arms and legs elongated. My bones and muscles reshaped and rearranged themselves painlessly. A tail grew from my lower back. Teeth became canines, nails turned to claws.
Then, as if I’d just blinked, it was over. I stood up on my lean, muscular legs covered in black fur. I stretched my arms, looked up at the moon, pinned my ears back. Howled. Long and drawn out. Dylan joined me. We created a haunting chorus of sound that bounced between the dense wall of trees that surrounded us.
I dropped my attention from the moon. Focused on Dylan. He stepped forward. His tail was tucked between his legs. His hands outstretched, grabbing my arms. Claws tight. His jaw came to my neck. I gave it to him. Tilting, exposing my most vulnerable part. He sniffed. Opened his jaws. Sharp pinpricks of pleasure poked through my skin as his teeth worried on my flesh. A low whimper. He pressed his body against me, his fur warm against mine. His excitement as apparent as mine. He humped me, nibbling on my neck.
Another howl. Another low whimper of pleasure. I grabbed him by the hips and turned him so he was in front of me. He dropped his head forward, exposing his neck same as I did mine. I leaned in and inhaled him. My body felt like it wasn’t my own.
Feral thoughts painted my mind. I wanted to bend him over and take him. Didn’t know if it would hurt him, though. I didn’t want to hurt him. Only pleasure. Only mate.
My mate.
Fated.
I rubbed his chest. His fur was different than mine. More mottled with whites and browns. His ears tipped in shadows.
The moon called to us. As did the wilderness. I let him go. He turned, holding my clawed hand in his. A smile that looked similar to a snarl spread across his lips.
He turned, dropped to his fours, and took off running through the woods at a speed that turned him into a blur. An excited howl tore through me as instincts to chase kicked in.
I fell into pursuit. We ran and ran, howling and yipping, crashing through the shrubs and breaking through low-hanging branches, jumping over logs, splashing through creeks. Time faded away as we played. Joy mixed with ecstasy. I didn’t always have him in sight—he was fast, so fast—but his scent was so potent, so alluring, that I’d be able to track him from miles away.
A thought pricked at the back of my mind. It was a human thought. Not were. Not now. I homed back in on the chase, wanting to catch him.
Wanting to hold him. To mate with him.
My fated mate.
Faster. Heart pounding in my chest. Spotted him. So close.
I jumped. My arms encased him. Both of us were thrown to the floor with the momentum. We rolled. And rolled and rolled until a thick trunk stopped us with a hard slam. Dyl was pinned underneath me. He playfully licked my chin.
I licked him back. Rutted against him. Both our cocks were stiff, sticking out of the sheaths, making us both wet. I leaned my head back and howled again. My body quaked. His trembled underneath mine. Claws scratched into my back.
This was nirvana. This was what life was meant to be. Pleasure, woods, nature, animalistic instincts and passion and sex and love.
I leaned back down, nipped at his neck. Then I licked his jaw and leapt off of him. It was my turn to be chased.