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Ziggy
After the short sexual encounter, my girl left. I stood there, dumbfounded and incapable of grasping what just happened. Scarlett was open with me. For a fraction of a second, I felt as if she allowed me to look into her heart, then she closed up again. Damn, Scarlett is not just a lay for me. If I was after ass, I could have gotten enough of that from other women.
Damn.
My fist hits the wall hard, and I can feel my hand melting with the wall. There’s no way I can go to sleep now. I was awake all night sweating in the gym.
When she didn’t show up the next morning, I started to worry and gave the security crew a call. They all knew me. I didn’t need any other clearance to get info. Ray, the guy that drove her to the desert, was scared shitless because he lost her. I made him drive me to the spot where he left Scarlett to run and then shifted.
My wolf came to life fast. There was a connection between me, my wolf and Scarlett, even if she wasn’t my fated mate. I never believed in that stuff, and if it fucked with your head the way it did with Matt’s, then I don’t ever want it. My wolf shifted and ran. I picked up her trace fast and found her. She had killed and was in beast form. Her instincts took over, and her eyes looked beautifully blue. Showing her teeth, Scarlett was ready to fight. Only my purpose wasn’t to fight. Instead, I wanted to bring her back, to talk to her.
Her wolf stood there, red and golden with a few white touches, teeth bare and hackles showing. She launched towards me, faster than I could react. I knew Scarlett had skills, but I never suspected they were at this level. Her attack was direct, strong and feral, ready to rip my throat out. Only my wolf’s swift reaction helped me to step out of her way, allowing her only to get purchase of my back.
Scarlett is the smaller wolf. If I were out for the kill, I’d try to use my mass against her. But fighting her carefully, trying not to hurt her, is maddening. I yelp in pain when her teeth go through my thick hide. Rolling to the side, I try to throw her off, but she’s fast and back on her feet. She fights entirely as a wolf, I won’t stand a chance if I keep thinking as a human, but I will hurt her or even kill her if I attack as a wolf.
The desert is all around us, sending me back to a simpler time, making it hard for me to ignore my basic instinct to survive at any price. I manage to shake Scarlett off. Her wolf lands on its back with a soft whimper and mine goes low, flashing its teeth. I don’t want to keep doing this, and I’m taking a risk. Taking one deep breath, I allow myself to shift back.
Scarlett is still in wolf form, still looking at me as my fur recedes and my fangs turn into human teeth. Still on all fours, I look at Scarlett. I’m making full-eye contact. If she’s there, I need her to see me and leave her hiding spot.
“Scarlett, talk to me." My voice is calm and even. All the events of the last days pushed Scarlett a bit too hard. Our beasts are strong. The more time we spend in wolf form, the harder it is to return to our human self. Getting lost in the freedom of being a beast can feel addictive, like the purest drug running through our veins.
“Scarlett, I know how you feel. Being a wolf is easy. Try to snap out of it. We have to talk."
And boy, do we have to talk. The other guy she saved asks for the Fire Wolf that rescued him, and I think he is hiding many secrets.
Is Scarlett the Fire Wolf? All the signs show it. She has to be. There’s no other explanation for what she could do and how fire appears in her life at different times.
“Scarlett, talk to me."
I see magic around her. It’s as if a curtain of liquid heat is building all around her. Her shift happens so fast I barely have time to register what’s going on. Scarlett is in front of me, naked in all her unveiled beauty. As much as I try not to think that she has the most gorgeous body created to satisfy my hunger and the way we clashed together the night before, my cock is hard. My eyes move up and down, from her elegant throat down to her full round bust, tiny waist, and full hips. And those legs, long and muscular.
A deep roar slipped from my chest, a low rumble I can’t contain or control.
“Ziggy,” Scarlett whispered with the same intensity and heat. The night broke over the desert. I can hear a coyote crying in the distance, but nothing matters now. Scarlett is still half trapped in her wolf mindset. She moves slowly toward me. Her nose nuzzled my chest and my neck. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, leaving traces of melted desire and creating new patterns of lust on my hot skin. My hands move down her spine and on her back.
“Ziggy,” she whispers again, her voice hoarse and filled with desire.
“Scarlett, if you keep licking my neck and touching me, I don’t know how long I can keep it together."
She didn’t say a word, but her cold fingers closed around my hard cock. An electric current streamed through my entire body, making my nipples hard and each cell of my skin feel alive and ready to be touched by her.
Scarlett slipped down, and she kneeled in front of me on the desert ground. This was the most beautiful thing someone ever did for me. My knees felt weak and shaking. Her mouth touched the tip of my curved cock, her soft lips closing around my tip. Her other hand cupped my balls, and I tensed. I focused on the spot where her lips touched me, making me shiver and moan hard.
“Scarlett.” Her name slipped from my lips. It sounded like a prayer to mother moon under the wide-open sky, feeling the cold light coating us.
Her mouth did wonderful things to me. It was wild, incredible. I moved my hips with her mouth, allowing her mouth to fuck me hard.
“I’m going to explode in your mouth,” I whispered to her. Her eyes locked with mine.
Her long lashes threw beautiful tendrils of darkness over her tall cheekbones, turning her face into a symphony of light and shadow. It reminded me so much of the way fire throws shadows in the night.
My mind was melting with each touch of her soft lips and delicate fingers.
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