Booka Chapter54
Coming back to the table, he calls out to Cash, who’s pacing on the deck. “Thirty minutes.” I watch as he starts to shift to m
midnight black fur. Effortlessly, his change comes over him. It doesn’t look like it hurts at all. Now the wolf is pacing from side to side, staring at the shoreline in the directionshe went. His eyes are black to match his fur, his head up, scenting the air. He must have good control over
the fur side of him
The rest of his brothers take their places, his mother and father having full plates of food…
“What happens if he doesn’t find her?” Now, I guess maybe I said something funny, because everyone starts laughing hard..
“He was trained by the best tracker we ever had,” Caleb states. I take a closer look at Caleb; he looks like menace wrapped up tight in a
skan’s body. Chewing on a piece of meat, he’s eyeing the crowd.
“My brother trained Cash. He could find anything or anyone.” He looks proud when looking at Dallas.
Dallas just nods his way slightly with the compliment he just received. I feel his hand on my thigh, which makes me squirm slightly. He doesn’t move it higher or lower. He just rests it there like it belongs.
Am Ired again?
Emotions are strumming into me his want, his need, like vibrations on a guitar string that has just been struck. He’s not eating anymore. I can feel the shadow of his eyes on my body. His hand moves higher up. I close my legs as my breathing becomes difficult.
I’m having a hard time trying to cut my food, My hands don’t want to work as the wolf inside wants to come out and play with her mate.
A whine is stuck in my throat
“What does she want?” Dallas says as he has my face in between his hands, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
His eyes are all I see, the wolf’s vision clouding mine.
“You.” It’s a muffled sound as my jaw is trying to realign
“Rya, how often do you shift? It’s taking everything inside me to push her down.
“Twice.” I can only get that word out. Please don’t embarrass me, I tell the wolf as she tries to say hi to the party.
“Twice a week, that’s not enough. You should do it more often or else you’ll have problems like this.” Luna Grace is talking to me like 1 don’t knowhow it works, like I’m some newly shifted she–wolf learning the ins and outs of pack life.
“Mom, she means twice ever.” It’s Dallas who speaks for me. I watch as Dallas takes his watch off, handing it to Caleb. Everyone around the table is just watching me, and I’mmortified.
“No, that’s not even possible,” his father states, like he knows something I don’t.
“Fifteen minutes,” Dallas says as he takes off his shirt and undoes his pants. My wolf progresses slowly, not as slow as the last time,
but slow enough where it still hurts.
The elegance of his shift makes me jealous. I’m crude and monster–like.
His wolf is waiting with its back straight. My vision is changing along with my limbs. Ifall away from the table on all tours, and a whine escapes out the wolf’s vocal cords. It’s her turn to stuff me inside of her, as it she’s using her back legs to kick up dirt, she’s kicking me away Into the background, into the cocoon of skin.
Please don’t do anything stupid.
The first thing she does is bite his neck again. The next thingshe does is pee beside him, growling at the crowd, showing her teeth.
Did you just see that?” one of his brothers says. I can’t tell which one because things sound different. The pitch is all wrong as the wolf
shakes her head..
The dark wolf gets up, sniffing where my wolf just peed. He litts his own leg, saturating the ground with his own markings again.
My Wild has her butt in the air, front paws stretched out, wagging her tail as if she wants to play with him. He takes a slow step her way as she leaps into him. He rolls the wolf on her belly, nipping lightly before he takes off into the trees…the opposite direction Kennedy
Went.
“Three, two, one…go,” his brother yells out to Cash, who jumps in one leap, clearing all the decks. His pace is fast, nose to the ground, hunting his prize.
Dallas’s wolf is watching my wolf’s approach at the edge of the brush line, tail wagging, tongue hanging out. He waits until we are just close enough before he runs away, looking back at us to follow. Running full speed now, he’s beside her, pushing her forward harder and harder. Running together side by side. If she slows down, he nips her shoulder slightly until she goes faster. It’s a very hard, long run, with quick turns, weaving in and out of trees. He runs her around a big circle. By the time we make it back to the party, everyone has left, a few stragglers carrying on singing by the fire. His brothers are entertaining females, guitars in their hands. The wolf is exhausted as she lays in the grass on her side, panting hard. He lays beside us, licking our jaw, our underbelly. She spreads her legs, and he licks us there, taking long pulls of air.
Imprinting our smell to him.
Before my e
eyes, he shifts himself back, laying on his belly in the grass. He’s petting the wolf behind her ears, running his hand on the soft fur of the belly. He presses his nose against our neck. She gives him a soft growl of appreciation. She licks his face, and he kisses her cheek.
