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Stacy yips a high-pitched bark before she shifts to two feet and puts her hand on his head.

“Grey! This is just Jason, Lincoln, Finnegan, and… another of your pack. Jason’s relative, I think.” She’s winded, breathless, and worried about what’s happening.

Grey shifts to two feet and looks absolutely fucking livid, just as menacing as his wolf. His eyes still glow silver and I know by sight as well as by our pack connection that he wants to rip someone apart.

I shift to two feet as well. “We’ll fuck off now, but bro… I suggest you get closer to home. You two are out here unprotected outside the village. We were tryin’ to give you privacy while making sure nobody fucked with you.”

“Got the feelin’ nobody’d be dumb enough to fuck with Grey right now,” Linc muses with humor.

Grey’s eyes pivot to Lincoln and he doesn’t look amused. His nostrils flare, his chest rising and falling with fury as he takes breath after breath, probably trying to calm himself. He throws an arm out and points. “Get the fuck gone!”

The two of us shift back to four paws and the four of us take off.

I look back over my shoulder and he’s already back to wolf, his mate also in that form in front of him in prone pose as he mounts her again before he barks and they both shift again to hands and knees while he keeps on fucking her from behind.

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Stacy

I’m running as fast as I can run, which is faster than usual and I’m doing it partly because I can, and partly because I want to draw Greyson’s attention further away from his pack members who were trying to give us privacy.

I’m still surprised at how aggressively Grey reacted. It was like he was in complete alpha element and absolutely protective over me, over what we were doing. And what I think we’ll be doing much more of because he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to go home yet.

I’m in my wolf shape and I feel fast. Faster than I’ve ever felt as I run and Grey runs with me. The sounds of nature, the smells, the feel of the soft earth squishing into the space between the pads on my paws… I adore it. All of it.

He catches me again by pinning me to the ground and entering me from behind, immediately knotting so I can’t get away. But I don’t want to. I’m quickly lost to the sensations, whimpering like a hungry pup, belly pressed to the forest floor near a shimmery lake. There’s a scent coming off me, coming off him too that I don’t recognize, but that I find addictive. The smell of us together, tonight, it’s something I’m sure will be imprinted in my memory forever.

I’ve got the taste of his blood in my mouth as I’ve bit him repeatedly both as wolf and in my person shape, too. And it was incredible… taking what I wanted like that. Having him react the way he has.

He’s fucking me with feral abandon, and I love every second of it. I can’t get enough of it. I want to writhe under him, be pinned down by him, to feel the hot liquid as well as the buzzing of him as he spills inside me while his teeth pierce me.

I’m flipped over and he’s human again, so I shift as well, not feeling nearly as tired as I usually do when I shift to and fro more than once in short succession.

He’s got my human arms over my head, his glowing eyes penetrating mine as he slams his hips forward and fills me yet again.

He shifts halfway, but not entirely, and the knot of his wolf is inside my human body.

“Don’t shift,” he orders, “Stay like this.”

It’s so strange to see his face half transformed but yet hear his voice. I resist the urge to shift and arch into the sensation the knot provides. Greyson’s cock and knot are even larger as wolf than they are in his human shape.

I’m so full. Melting into all the sensations, writhing and crying out while I quake with it.

He roars, eyes fiery as he explodes inside me with his features halfway between his man shape and that of his wolf. Red sparks flash around his face and one of them lands on my throat, on my mate mark, and it feels like a new brand on me. A little painful, but not unwelcome. It feels monumental, though I don’t quite understand why – just that this whole night together has felt humongous and important. Transformative, even.

I know without a doubt this man is mine. I know I’m his. And I feel fiercely protective over what we have.

He pulls back to full human shape and presses his lips to mine, dropping to one elbow and tenderly tucking my hair behind myear with his fingertips as he stares at me with an expression filled with emotion.

“I am falling so madly in love with you,” I whisper hoarsely and the instant the words leave my lips I feel a spike of panic at revealing this.

But the resulting look on his face, the fierce emotion in Greyson’s place in my chest dissolves the panic.

He looks elated at the words I’ve just shared. His eyes are full of emotion. So I decide to share more of what I feel.

“I’ve never felt this before. I feel absolutely, fiercely, wildly in love with you,” I swallow hard. “I’m in love with the way you make me feel. So free. So safe. So absolutely overcome with incredible sensations your body gives me. I can’t believe how lucky I am to look forward to a future building a life with you. I know you’ve been frustrated with me and my… baggage, but –”

His fingertips press to my mouth to halt my words. I swallow and take in what his eyes are communicating. That he doesn’t mind. That he’s here for me. That he understands. That he needed what I’ve just given him.

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