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Her posture to him is of consent. Her neck angles to the side as his nose presses against where his mark will go.
She whimpers to him, a sing–song voice of a wolf wanting to have a mate’s mark. He’s a provider of food; he can be the provider of all her basic needs and her pup’s needs when the time comes.
He’s a male of worth.
Gripping her neck between powerful jaws, he presses down, sinking teeth into flesh, and our world comes alive.
He steps away, and blazing blue eyes observe us. Pain deep in our spine drops us to our belly, legs can’t hold our weight. Creeping tentacles of warmth overtake the pain. Slowly sliding in is a velvet bond taking hold.
Heartbeats croon to each other, trying to sync to one rhythm. It’s a matchstick flame that’s starting between us.
The ebb and flow of emotions pound inside me, a rupture in my soul being repaired by a new bond taking hold. I feel great guilt to Clayton, great agony as a small part of me is being ripped away violently.
The Wild in me is beyond satisfied. Her mate is beyond anything she thought possible. She is looking toward a future with this wolf as I try to let go of a mate I had no physical connection with
Strong fingers rubdown the length of my wolf’s back, down her thighs, behind her ears. He’s whispering soothing sounds to her and me. He understands this; he’s felt the same thing. He knows the severing of something that’s embedded deep inside.
“Shift for me, Rya. I want to talk with you.” So on the forest floor surrounded by the decaying rot of fall, I shift, meeting his eyes as his lips brush against mine. So soft, so gentle, so comforting. He’s holding me against him in his powerful arms, fingers gripping into the flesh of my hips. “I can feel you, I can sense everything you’re feeling now. The guilt, the pain, the pleasure, and the conflict you’re having inside yourself.” He sounds sad saying the last part.
I just lean my head into his chest, letting him cradle me against him. He brings me in even closer as he holds me, not letting go as I sink Inside myself with drowning emotions of back and forth thought. Guilty pleasure consumes me, and I weep into his naked flesh. Part of me feels like I’m draining but, while another part feels as if I’m getting fuller.
Rough strong hands grip me tight, and shivers run along my.skin from his touch. A moan comes out of my mouth, he brings me into him even closer. He’s between my legs, my back pressed against the dampened ground. Looking into the sky, I see those dark green. pines, standing, watching, swaying in the wind. The scent of pine in the air swirls around my nose.
“Rya.” The maleness of him wants inside his female, to join as one.
He holds himself there, not moving further. Stiffening underneath him, I’m not ready yet for that.
He understands without words.
“Let’s go back to your house.” He’s up and off me. I look at him, all of him. A male who’s in prime physical shape. Desire pounds into me. He throws a smile over his shoulder before shifting effortlessly.
His midnight wolf rushes me before turning at the last minute into another direction. This entices my Wild to rise within me. The shift is not so bad now, not really last, but much faster than before. We play a teasing game of chase all the way home with him leading the way. She couldn’t get herself back home yet; she has no idea how
The late stage of the afternoon sun greets us as he shifts, opening the door for me to get into my home. I notice how my yard is all cleaned up, trees chopped down, the wood stacked in neat piles for the next winter. If I try to burn it now, it would just smoke and really not produce the heat that is needed in those long winter months.
Dallas stands outside the door with clothes in his hands that were placed right beside the door for his return.
Making it to my room, I shift into skin, getting dressed quickly. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I can see the mark on my neck that his wolf placed. It’s a faint scar that tells others that I have a male who has claimed me as his. It’s not as bold as when the skin side marks you, but it’s still there, letting all the wolves know to stay away. No males like their females touched by other males; it causes battles of the dying kind.
So now we will see if all those tales are true of a moon–eyed wolf being able to hold marks of other males, not just their true mate. All the stares I received when my eye color finally took hold when I was away from here. That pack’s Luna paying me a special visit, asking questions that she had no right asking me. She was very interested in how my own mate rejected me; she only had daughters, no sons. After that, there was always a Luna trying to meet with me for this reason or that. I was offered numerous job opportunities in other
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packs, but their offers were all turned down by Luna Catherine.
A memory filters across my mind. Have I met Luna Grace before? If I did, it was two years ago. I need to ask her about this.
