Page 16 of Taming of a Wolf

I lose momentum as I run, worry suddenly weighing on my shoulders.

This… isn’t good. I’ve always been the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and dives in headfirst, regardless of the consequences. I fall hard and fast, often giving my all and receiving nothing back. It’s gotten me badly hurt in the past. I shouldn’t like Anders, and yet, damn it, I do. I think beneath all that scowling and grumbling, there’s a big, frigid heart waiting to be warmed up.

Shaking my head, I take off running again, needing to leave these pesky thoughts behind. Don’t go there. No matter what these weird wolfy instincts are telling me, Anders and I can have our fun, but that’s all it will be. Fun. He’s made it clear he has every intention of returning to his timeline and leaving me behind, regardless of our bond.

The wind whips through my fur as I run, spraying leaves and dirt behind me. Pursuing paws thunder the ground. He’s gaining on me, and my heart races in exhilaration at being caught, at being claimed.

The wind goes out of me as Anders leaps onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His breath scorches my neck, his low growls vibrating against my skin and forcing a shiver from me. All my instincts scream to submit, to give him everything he needs until I’m all used up, but only in the best way.

The shift recedes as I surrender, prey grateful to be caught. A cold nose brushes the back of my neck, and his hot breath scorches my skin. Anders’s growl vibrates over me. The predatory sound makes my heart gallop and my breath hitch. Somehow, though, I know he won’t hurt me, even though I realize I might want him to.

I roll over and submit, baring my throat to my mate. “Please,” I whimper, and I hope he understands what I’m asking for—everything he can give me.

The wolf above me shifts to Anders the man. His emerald eyes are black with lust, fangs sharp as he bares them at me. “Please what, pet?” He purrs the words as he sweeps his fingers down my jaw.

“Please, just… I need—”

I need him, all of him, with such intense, primal yearning I can’t hope to put it all into words. My body burns hot, my cock so hard it aches.

“What is this?” I rasp, hips gyrating against him before I can control myself. The answering response of his cock, grinding on my own, has me arching up for more.

“Your wolf recognizes his mate. He’s gone into heat. Wants me to claim him.”

Embarrassment flames my cheeks.That’swhat’s happening to me? It feels like I’ll burn to ashes unless he shoves his cock in me. “I… There’s no pressure. You can ignore it.”

Anders snarls above me. “Ignore it? How am I supposed to walk away when I can smell your cock leaking for me, pet?”

“I just mean if you don’t want to—”

“I have never wanted anyone more. I wouldn’t leave your side if Ragnarok itself were upon us.”

“A-and Ragnarok is?”

Anders nips the shell of my ear. “The end of the world and the beginning of another.”

That’s what being with Anders feels like, the end of my normal, empty life… and the beginning of something brand-new and exhilarating.

“Want you,” I say with a groan, rocking my hips against his. “Now. Hurry.”

I know I’ve pleased him when he yanks down my jeans and boxers in one go. His hand is around my cock, squeezing and stroking. A cry escapes me as I buck into his fist, chasing the pleasure, but it isn’t enough. I don’t want to take things slow.

“Fuck me, Anders. Please. Need it.” I fumble in my bag, which is strapped around my shoulders. It somehow didn’t fall off when I shifted, nor did any of my clothes rip. It was like the fur cloak grew over everything I was wearing. That’s convenient, though right now, I’d really prefer to be naked.

“What is this?” Anders asks, inspecting the lube I hand him.

“It’s lube. It’ll make things slick and painless. Oh, I’ve got condoms in there too.” I’d stuffed those in my bag last night, hoping my date might end on a pleasurable note. Looks like I’ll get to use them after all.

“And those are?”

“To protect against STDs. That’s diseases you can get during sex.”

Anders tilts his head. “Ulfhednar do not get sick or diseased.”

He’s immune? Huh. That’s really convenient. “Then forget the condom. Want to feel every inch of that heat you’re packing, big guy.”

I fumble with Anders’s trousers, practically salivating at the outline of his impressive cock straining the fabric taut. Tugging them down to his knees, I’m gifted with the sight of the holy mother of all cocks. It’s so long and thick, the shiny, leaking head protruding from his foreskin. I have got to taste him, make him come in my mouth, but not tonight.

I help him out of his shirt, and I hiss at him to be gentle when he almost rips my shirt to shreds in his haste. With a curious expression I shouldn’t find endearing, Anders gets the lube open and drizzles some in his palm. He sniffs the slick, then rubs it over his cock. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut. “Gods. This is… itfeels so good.” He strokes himself, marveling at the easy glide of his hand up and down that thick length.

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