A/N Can you guess who that wolf is??? -------->
SHEEBA!
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When she ran, all I could think about was the way her ass looked in those jeans. Alright, so there was a mix of things in my head-I was panicking over her flight,
fighting back my wolf, concentrating on my footsteps, and watching her ass. I wonder what had been going through her head when she'd left-I realize she hadn't liked my dominant position, but as the Alpha of the wolves in the vicinity, I had to prove that I could control all wolves. Although I was starting to think that trying to control my Mate might have been a bad idea...but how was I to know that? I've never had a mate before.
And then he decided that he'd had enough-my wolf grabbed my body by the balls and ran with it.
When the wolf takes over, you get more speed, better endurance, faster healing, better eyesight, etc. in exchange for the loss of control. Basically, everything is
enhanced...but the wolf takes control, with you in the passenger seat.
Suddenly, my mind was flooded with both of our fantasies; Cat writhing in ecstasy below me, moaning. Cat above me, her head tossed back, that gorgeous throat
exposed. Cat tied to the bed, begging for me...
It got alot harder to walk, my Wolf noticed, with the biggest hard-on he'd ever had...but he kept moving, determined to make those dreams reality.
I couldn't see her anymore-she'd disappeared into the woods. Both of us wanted to howl in frustration; but we knew that if we did, she'd pinpoint our location
and realize we were no longer close enough to touch her. we raised our head and took a deep breath of the air surrounding us: there was the wet dirt, rotting leaves, the forest animals...and her scent. She smelled, for some reason, like Mexican food. His mouth watered at the thought of eating her all up.
We left on her trail, careful not to trip or scratch anything-that would make us look like an idiot. Her spicy taco scent led to a tree in the middle of the woods. We stared at it. Why did it stop here? We looked around; she wasn't here. Had she managed to conceal her scent? Highly doubtful, considering the fact that she's unlikely to cover herself in poo-in fact, she'd probably have a heart-attack if someone told her she had to. It wasn't that she was prissy she was a wolf for god's sake; Cat only did things like that if it was a life or death situation. And although mating with me would change her life, the option at the other end wasn't death.
The only other reason that the scent would stop here...she'd climbed the tree. I stared up through the foliage, just able to make out her silhouette.
"I can see you, Cat. It would be in both of our best interests if you just climbed down." we growled.
She snorted.
"Right; let me just jump into your arms." the sarcasm in her voice was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
we ignored her comment.
"If we must come up to get you, Cat, it will be most unpleasant."
"As if it isn't already unpleas-wait. Did you just say 'we'?"
We grinned, revealing sharp, pearly white teeth.
"We did. Surely you realized I'd let him take over." There was no reason to tell her the truth-I'd had no choice.
"Shit." she cursed.
"Now Cat, such language is not fit for a lady's mouth."
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you: I'm a man. Oops, guess i can't be your mate. Sorry."
I grabbed hold of the tree-trunk, and my claws popped out. without further ado, I began to scale it, climbing until i sat on the branch directly below her. I grabbed her foot, and she lot out a scream that nearly ruptured my eardrums. She startd kicking out her foot, flailing and trying to dislodge my grip. It was only when she started this that I realized my wolf had abandoned me to deal with her myself.
"Coward." I hissed.
Cat froze.
"Excuse me?"
Just like a woman-getting insulted at the absolute worst moment. But if it worked to my advantage, what do i care?
"You're being a coward-running like this."
Instead of snarling at me, or attacking, she blew out a breath and replied,
"You're right."
"What? I mean, of course."
Confusion drew my brows together. Why was she acting this way? Knowing what I know of Cat, I was expecting her to clobber me. But she wasn't moving from her perch, and we were basically having a heart-to-heart sitting in a tree with the Mating Heat burning through me. Today was turning out to be very strange.
"Did you know, when I came here, I promised myself that I wouldn't run, no matter what happened?" she whispered.
Though I could barely sit comfortably with the erection I was sporting, I couldn't resist this chance to learn more about my mate.
God help me.
"What made you promise that?" I asked.
I heard a bitter laugh.
"Stupidity. Pride. Pride goes before a fall, I suppose."
"Why would you feel that you needed to promise that? Why did you run the first time?"
"I...it's personal."
I nearly growled in frustration; I felt like I needed a crowbar to pry the answers from her.
"So personal that you can't even tell your mate?" I said instead.
Grant me strength.
"I don't even know you, really! I don't know what your favorite color is, I don't know what music you like, I don't know how you like your coffee in the morning; hell, I don't even know if you like coffee. All I know is, you think you have rights to me, just because I live in your town. But you don't, because I'm my own Alpha. Look, I know the Mating Dance is hard on you, but Ican'tgothroughwithit." The words were rushed, the last few so much so that I could barely make out what she said.
"It's just sex." I replied.
"It isn't just sex! It never will be! Not with you." she burst out.
I surpressed my grin.
Save me from the claws of a wolf.
"Wh...what I meant to say is...you are the type of guy to assume that a night of sex equals a lifetime commitment. I'm not that girl! Okay?"
"What if I said I will accept just sex?"
Puh-lease. As if I would let my mate-and such a perfect one, at that-leave just because she has issues about commitment. But for the moment, she didn't need to know that.
"Are you serious?" she gasped.
Hook, line, and sinker.
"Of course. Whatever you want."
Nudge nudge, wink wink.
"How do I know that I can trust you?"
He couldn't be serious. The moment those words left his mouth, I could feel the heat that I'd surpressed during the run bubble up in me, even as a knife of pain lanced my heart, and a punch of skepticism-I was suspicious. he gave up too easily. The man was walking stubbornness. He embodied it...and he was just suddenly giving up? Something wasn't right.
"How do I know that I can trust you?"
"You don't...guess you'll just have to take my word for it." he sounded smug.
But then my wolf reared her head, and suddenly I didn't care anymore.
"Get out of the tree." I hissed.
The arousal was like being thrown in a fire.
"What?" I could tell he was confused, but I had no time for explainations; i was going to lose it in a tree. My wolf had had enough—she was done waiting for sex.
"Want sex?" I snapped.
"Yes..."
"GET OUT OF THE TREE." I yelled, jumping down myself. It didn't occur to me until I was airborne that the ground was a ways a way...
"SHIT." I screeched, but my wolf came to the forefront, slowing me down and bending my legs for me, so my impact was lessened...not to mention, she covered any pain.
Wolfe landed lightly beside me, and with a sidelong glance at him, I began to shed my clothes.
I was too impatient for a sensual stripping, so I tore the fabric apart, tossing the pieces to the ground. Next went my bra, although this I carefully unsnapped-it was expensive.
"Stop." Wolfe panted.
I glared at him—he couldn't be serious. My wolf was going crazy, demanding sex, and he wanted me to stop?
I fidgeted with the snap on my jeans, turning to face him.
"I want to do the rest." He rasped.
With that, he slid in closer, his hands moving up my side to my breasts. My nipples were aching, swollen and tender. He flicked his thumbs over them, staring raptly.
"You are gorgeous." He breathed, a second before he bent down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. My head tipped back at the sensation, and I let out a moan. My hands, of their own accord, plunged into his hair, gripping tightly. His tongue laved gently, teeth nipping. I jerked slightly when I felt his teeth biting down lightly.
There was this knot in my stomach that kept tightening, until I finally gasped, "Wolfe, please. I can't take it."
With a final nip, he pulled away, hands sliding to my jeans. I wiggled in anticipation, the sensation of his hands good but not nearly enough. He smiled and slowly began to unbutton my jeans, teasing me with light brushes of his fingers on my stomach and my red lace covered mound. With a final tug and a push, I stepped out of my jeans. He licked his lips and reached for my underwear, but I stopped him.
"Wait!" his head jerked up, the wolf shining through his eyes, lust burning bright. "Those are expensive panties. Take them off slowly, please."
With a sigh, he grasped them and ever so slowly drew them off. When he was done, he arched a brow as if to say, happy now? I nodded, relieved.
He stared so long at my little strip of black hair that I tried to cover myself—but his growl promised retaliation if I did.
"Mine." He snarled, before he knelt.
"Oh god, Wolfe, you can't do that—I'll come." I pleaded.
exhaling noisily, he stood, backing me against a tree.
"Wolfe, your jeans." I reminded him.
Two seconds later, they were shreds at his feet.
"Can I have you now?"
I didn't get the chance to reply before he pressed a hard kiss to my mouth, lifting me off my feet and against the tree.
"Now, now, now!" I chanted, wrapping my fists in his hair and tugging as hard as I could.
He plunged inside me without further ado, and froze.
"Holy-"
"Shit!" I finished. I'd never felt anything like this before—so much pleasure.
"Move, move, move, let's see if it gets better." I hissed, wrapping my legs around his waist and yanking him closer. He complied, pulling back and pounding back in.
"GOD!" I gasped, writhing against him.
He started a rhythm that made me think he wanted to make a hole in the tree, driving deep and hard.
Once, twice, three times more, and I came so hard my toes curled and I lost my sight. I heard him cry my name, and then he poured into me, slumping for a moment.
"Jesus!" I gasped, legs sliding down. I felt like a limp noodle, unable to move. He moved, sliding to the ground right there in front of the tree, pulling me on top of him.
"I love—"Wolfe started.
"There you are, love, been looking everywhere for you." A man's voice purred.