Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“The audacity,” he says. “You are starting to get a long way ahead of yourself, my pretty little mate.”
A giggle escapes me.
He nuzzles me. Nips me lightly. Then he purrs softly as he lets me up. “Do it again.”
I don’t know exactly what he means, but I risk doing what he says. I try nipping at him again, and this time he does not pin me down. This time he nips back. It is playful, and it is fun.
“Follow me,” he says, confusing me momentarily. I watch, somewhat confused as he rolls over on his back and slides from his human form to that of the wild wolf he inhabits so naturally.
Finding myself naked and vulnerable with a massive dangerous creature should scare me, and it does. But not in a way that makes me want to scream and run. Instead, it fills me with a kind of sexual adrenaline I can barely contain. There is a beast in me that yearns to be like him and with him, to always be by his side.
Follow me, he said. He wants me to try to take my animal form, but I don’t know how to follow suit. I wish I did, but the only time it has happened, I’ve been locked in orgasm. I look at him hopelessly, knowing that there is no point whatsoever in asking him questions. Even if he wanted to respond, he couldn’t.
“I don’t know how to do that,” I whimper softly.
He rises up to his feet, no easy task on a bed. His massive wolf head swings toward me. I freeze in his presence, feeling very much like prey. I know logically that I am made of the same oddness he is, but right now I feel very human, very vulnerable, and very afraid.
His mouth opens, revealing those incredible teeth of his. They gleam, long and dangerous. He could destroy me entirely in this moment. My life is in his jaws as he nuzzles me forward with his head and grips me by the back of the neck.
I gasp and squirm as I feel myself become trapped in a vice like grip of potential death. I know he is not going to end me. He loves me. In this form, and his other one. His teeth aren’t penetrating my neck. They’re just holding me firm.
I go limp in his grasp, submitting not only to the inevitable, but to him. He moves his head back and forth in a semblance of shaking me like captured prey, but far more gently. What he is really doing is making me feel… animal.
But it’s not enough. I can’t feel the transformation. I don’t know how to bring it on myself, and though there is a thrill to being held like this, and to feeling how very vulnerable and yet protected I am, it’s not working.
I hear and feel him snarling softly, further stimulating my lupine self. I can feel a stirring now, something akin to pleasure, but not quite enough to put me over the edge. He knows that, though. He knows it the same way he knows everything else.
He tightens his jaws another fraction. His teeth sink into the back of my neck, but instead of making me bleed, they meet with thicker skin with protective fur. I am already shifting. He is hurting me, but the pain is not causing me to suffer. It is helping me become what I truly am.
I let out a little yelp of glee as I feel myself become beast. The bed creaks and groans beneath our combined weight. In this form, I can smell him so much better. He is no longer someone I see as much as someone I experience through these other senses. He is power and strength, he is love and warmth, and he is mine.
We rub together, drawing the sides of our bodies against one another. It is a sweet, cozy thing to do. I can feel that he is proud of me. I am proud of myself. I feel fulfilled in a way I never have before. I’d forgotten how good it feels to be my wolf-self, how refreshing and invigorating it is. There is a strength in me I never knew existed. A strength I want to share. Well, exercise.
Cain nips at me lightly, inviting me to play. It is an invitation I barely need.
I leap atop him, snapping and biting, trying to take his neck. He whirls around, denying me my target. I feel the game between us, a game I have never properly played before, but which came preloaded into my being. One must always attempt to go for the throat, but if you can’t get the throat, then the belly is almost as good.
He lets out a brief yelp as I snap at his underside, ending up with a thick chunk of his fur in my mouth. It is followed by a stern stare under which I flatten my ears and sink down, tail wagging in an effort to apologize.