Page 49 of Mating Season
But we had no cluewherehe was.
I almost took control of our form and demand he show himself when the tree branches parted and his half-shifted Lycan werewolf body towered over my wolf.
She blinked.
Her tail wagged.
His monstrous jaw lowered to the ground and his gold-rimmed wolf eyes narrowed. Fangs glistened in the moonlight as he opened his maw. “Run.”
You didn’t have to tell us twice.
My wolf took off like a bolt of lightning, leaving our brains behind for a minute before we remembered this was the absolute worst thing you could do with a predator–especially one Ranger’s size–on your heels.
But it was too late to go back and stand my ground. I could only hope my wolf would tire him out and he’d be calm enough to forgive me.
The primal howl that echoed across the mountains as he closed in behind us pretty much squashed those dreams of a nice conversation.
My wolf was heaving and her pulse thrummed faster than a hummingbird’s wings as she jumped over a fallen log and crashed into a field of wildflowers with nowhere to hide under the bright glow of the moon.
Hiding wouldn’t save us anyway.
Ranger’s beast growled as his perfect, muscular wolf body leaped after us. Nothing that big should ever be that graceful. It defied the natural order of things and made the rest of us look bad.
I didn’t have time to appreciate it fully.
My wolf tried to pump her legs faster, but his massive paw landed on her back. She flipped to the side and curled up to cover her belly, swiping out a reflexive paw on instinct and scratching his muzzle.
The massive beast wasn’t even winded as he lowered his snout to her neck, growling a warning.
His sound vibrated through her, traveling deep, and soothed the pounding of her heart. Still panting hard, she laid her head back on the grass and let him sniff.
Oh come on. You’re going to give up that easily?If I had my own eyes, I’d be rolling them.
I know when to give in.She huffed, catching her breath.
Ranger’s paw held her pinned to the ground as he continued to sniff lower. The appreciative rumble in his chest lulled her into a trance-like state as her heart continued to slow… and then quickened for an entirely different reason as he shoved his snout between her legs.
Whoa there, buddy.She wiggled away, jumping to her paws. Ranger’s wolf let out a deeper growl. This one gave major ‘bend the neck’ vibes.
My wolf sat on her haunches and blinked.I know you’re not trying to boss me around.
I giggled a little delusionally as Ranger’s wolf prowled forward. He really was a deadly looking beast with his jet-black fur and massive shoulder width. The way he puffed out his chest and held his tail in the air made it seem like he knew it too.
My wolf nodded approvingly and checked him out as he circled around her. He made another pass, stopping to rub his body against hers, but she didn’t respond to his courting attempts.
He came to a stop in front of her and sat back on his rear end, cocking his head to the side.
My beast narrowed her eyes.If we mate, we’re equal partners.
I don’t think he can understand.
Ranger’s wolf lowered his snout to the ground and whined, pawing the dirt.
That’s all I ask.My wolf nodded, pleased with herself.
I was in shock as she stood and stretched out her back. She turned around, putting her head to the ground and ass in the air to present.
Hey! What are you doing?