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So, I didn't hesitate. I didn't wait another second. I opened my jaws, wrapped them around her throat, and bit down.

Chapter 12 - Faye

He doesn't know.

That was my first thought as the tips of his teeth touched my neck.

He doesn't know that I tripped on purpose.

It was too thrilling to be pursued. I thought this ritual would be overrated, that it was just a piece of sexist garbage from the past that modern men reinforced so they could indulge in weird fantasies about chasing women down and capturing them. I didn't realize how intense my feelings would get as I sprinted through the forest, in tune with the women around me who made clanging sounds and howled passionately.

“We’ll distract him,” one of the women had told me. “You just keep running toward that fire.”

One of the other women giggled and added, “Or you could let him catch you.”

They roared with laughter as they whistled and howled around me, pumping me up for the game of cat-and-mouse (or deer-and-wolf). I couldn’t help smiling. I couldn’t help laughing along with them. I couldn’t stop my mouth from participating in their infectious chanting,

“The doe is the end, foe to friend!”

In the middle of chanting, I almost considered handing a few of them my patchouli hair oil. I knew that he had inspected those vials in the bathroom. I heard him go in there right after my shower this morning, and I sensed that he was interested in everything that made my scent so uniquelyme.

The morning memory remained on my mind as the distinct texture of his fur invited my touch, making me feel likeI was running my fingers over a fine rug. Chuckling, I realized how silly it was to imagine him as a rug lying in front of a fireplace. At the same time, that was exactly how it felt—like a warm pelt that invited me to wrap my arms around him.

I held him by his neck, keeping him close, so that he could bask in every minute of this monumental moment. I had only thought about it a few times, pictured it hesitantly, trying to sort out my feelings about each step. I couldn't deny there was an attractiveness to the act, something so primal and luxurious that I felt like everything was breaking down. Every wall and barrier I'd put up to keep him out was crumbling at my fingertips.

The longer he teased his menacing teeth around my neck, the more I wanted him to tear me open.

“Please,” I begged in a tortured voice I hardly recognized, “Mark me.Make me yours.”

What strange euphoria came over me as his teeth plunged into my flesh. Remarkable flashes of light exploded in my vision as I arched my back and exposed my body to his prowess. The tiny pricks went from blissful to painful and then to pure ecstasy. In my mind, it felt like I was walking into the ocean to be cleansed. Cool sensations rushed my body while I clung to his fur, digging my fingers into the thick pelt and soaking up the flood of pleasure that crashed over me.

“Yes…harder…”

I gasped as his bite deepened, begging my wolf to the surface who wanted to frolic through the forest until dawn. Part of me wanted so much to do that. We had never run together. If it was exciting in my human form, then I couldn’t imagine the thrill of being animals together, for our strengths to be matched. This experience was beyond anything I'd ever had, and I never wanted it to go away.

Shift now and run.

The thought came without warning, sending a shock through my body that made him whimper. When he pulled back, I noticed my blood dripped from his maw. With a delicate touch, I wiped it away, using my robe to clean his face. The fur melted away, his snout reduced, and then his wolfish jaw came to form under his olive skin.

The rest of him followed suit, the rest of him I knew as human, his buff body, his olive skin with the skull tattoo on his right shoulder. My fingers reached for the spider web on his upper back, the one I hadn't noticed until he had his head bowed into my breasts. That onyx hair of his begged for me to caress it.

In our natural forms, we were one and the same. I couldn't see his blue-violet eyes, but I could feel them. I could perceive their coldness, the cool comfort that came with the glacial stare that he would give me from time to time. It was the same inspective glance he cast when he was unsure.

Since I'd finally figured out what his long silence was about, I tried to consider it myself. Was any of this right? Or were we just repeating mistakes from the past that our predecessors had made?

None of that mattered when he lifted his head and gazed at me with lips parted. I was prepared for that kiss—for so much longer than he could know. He swept in and stole my attention, making my entire body flush with heat as the cool wind engulfed us.

Something lost from the past.

His fingers drew circles on my stomach as they wove their way to my breasts. As his tongue plunged into my mouth, he played with my nipples, coaxing delighted sighs and shocked gasps from me.

Something that forever lasts.

He pushed the cloak up, revealing my plump flesh in the moonlight. The way his eyes scoped my body made me flush with anticipation. His hands had yet to stop their exploration of my breasts, doubling in grip as he studied the slit between my thighs. He nudged my knee aside with his knee, observing quietly, allowing cool air to brush over my exposed slit.

He held my breasts tenderly. “Touch yourself—” He met my gaze sharply. “—for me.”

Abashed by the notion of him watching, I trailed my left hand over my side, brushing my fingers along my hip to show off my sensual touch, all without touching him at all. His hands rose to my shoulders, then my neck, then down both my arms to follow my left hand.

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