Page 5 of Valentine's Day Treasure

“The door!” she called, climbing off him and running back to close it, then she ran back to him, her hair flying wildly around her shoulders and fat snowflakes collecting on her hat and jacket.

She climbed up the drift and touched thick icicles near the roof, then came back down, smiling and laughing. She shone her flashlight in all directions, then came close to Beckett, shining it directly into the flying snow.

“It’s like we’re in hyperspace!” she shouted into the wind.

Beckett chuffed at her, until she grabbed onto his fur. He led her around the drifts, to the protected side of the house, where she let go of him and twirled around, looking up at the snow flying over their heads with obvious delight lighting her face.

Beckett pressed against her, the wheels in his head already turning as he planned to make the entire day this special for her.

5—Better Plans

“Ooh, it’s so cozy here,” Cerise said, loving the side of the house where no snow fell and the wind moved high overhead. She shut off her flashlight and leaned against the wall, her heart full and happy. Her wolf—Beckett—came close and leaned against her, lending her warmth. She cuddled him standing up, loving him so much it was like she could burst with it. He was real, he was good, he was strong, he took care of her, he listened to her, and he cared about what she wanted. Her old life had been so horrible, but the last two months had made up for it all.

Cerise and her wolf stood like that for several magical moments as the storm raged on around them, but didn’t touch them. The snow seemed to absorb much of the sound, giving the wind a mystical quality that Cerise had never heard before, adding to her pleasure.

Beckett chuffed and shook his head, making his ears fly.

“Let’s build a snowman,” Cerise suggested, instantly in love with the idea. She put the flashlight down and propped it so it lit the area.

Beckett chuffed his agreement, ran to a good spot and started digging, making snow fly everywhere.

Cerise laughed and grabbed two handfuls of snow, piling it on his back. Beckett shook, making a mini snowstorm. Cerise turned away to shield herself, then ran, calling to Beckett.

“Over here!”

She started a snowball, then dropped it on the ground to roll it, but the snow was too wet in some places, and frozen solid in other places, and it didn’t want to pack properly. She kept trying, but the snowball fell apart again and again.

“It’s not working,” she yelled into the wind, as snow splattered her face and some flew into her mouth. She wiped it away, tasting snow and leather, then piled more snow in a lumpy mound in front of her.

Beckett ran close at full speed and bit her mound of snow in half, his teeth snapping together audibly. He flipped around in the air and came in for another pass, biting at the pile and making snow fly everywhere. She laughed at him and scooped up a big handful of snow, chasing her wolf with it, but he ran away. The drift she was walking on gave way, plunging her through the crust. She tried to crawl out, and Beckett ran back. He dug at the snow all around her and pushed at her with his head, trying to help her up, making her collapse in giggles instead.

“You destroyed my perfect snowman!” she yelled, grabbing for him, but he leapt away easily. She pulled herself free, pushed to her feet, and ran to the little protected area by the house, where she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. Beckett was still in the snow, head down, eyes on her. He was beautiful and she loved how unique he looked with his fur ‘boots’. He loped back and forth in the snow with his head down, occasionally raising it and looking around, then he’d look back at her.

He shifted, surprising her since he was naked, standing knee deep in snow with bare feet, butt hanging out, willy swinging free. He scooped up a snowball and threw it her way, then shifted back into a wolf before the snow even hit the wall of the house near her.

She laughed at him and dodged. He shifted into a man again and threw another snowball, closer this time. Cerise yelled in mock outrage, then giggled and ran for a handful of snow. Beckett grinned at her and waited for her with open arms. She scooped up a second handful of snow, reached him, and painted his bare chest with it. He gave her his sexiest grin, then he was shifting, pitching forward, arms becoming forelegs, face becoming muzzle, fur sprouting everywhere. Cerise stood still, completely transfixed by the transformation. When he was fully a wolf, she grabbed him and just hugged him, feeling so happy. They stood like that in the snow for several minutes, until they both had snow piled on them. Cerise broke the hug, and when she did, Beckett burst free of the snow that had piled on him. He leaped clear, landing several feet to her right. Cerise brushed snow off herself and ran close to the house.

Some snow had worked its way into her boot and she took off her gloves to dig it out, only then realizing that her hands were freezing, and her toes were cold.

“I’m getting cold,” she said, grabbing up the flashlight.

Beckett moved close to her. He shifted into a naked man for just long enough to talk. He couldn’t speakruhi.

He said, “I want to take you a little way into the forest before we go inside. You’ll like it.”

She nodded at him, smiling, and he shifted back into his wolf, then pressed against her side. She held onto him tightly with one hand, and they headed out into the snow like that. She used him for balance as they made their way over and through the deep snow together. They reached the forest quickly and Beckett took her along a familiar trail. After a few minutes of walking, he stopped and nosed at the flashlight. Cerise turned it off, and the result was magical. The deep snow all around, combined with the high evergreen trees made the storm sound distant, like something calm and soothing. Cerise, barely able to see a thing, just listened, smiling foolishly, loving her mate and her life in that moment.

Her wolf whined and pressed against her, and they sat like that for another minute or two, then it was time to go. Cerise stood and made to walk out but Beckett got in front of her.

“I can ride you?”

Beckett pressed against her and nodded his wolfy head.

“All right,” she cried excitedly. She threw a leg over and he handled her easily, trotting down the forest trail, making her bounce up and down a little. As soon as he left the forest, the going was more difficult and she climbed off. The wind whipped her hair and Beckett’s fur, as they moved quickly to their porch and in the front door.

Cerise stomped the snow off her boots, saying. “The forest was amazing.”

Beckett padded down the hallway to the bathroom as a wolf and came back out as a naked man, drying himself with a towel, his thick cock fully visible. She smiled, her cheeks heating because she couldn’t look away.

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