Page 93 of The Wolf

I’m acutely aware that he’s right there, prowling, circling me with the precision of the world’s most savage predator stalking its helpless prey. I can feel him getting closer, feel the menace of his presence in every corner like he’s everywhere and nowhere at once. His heavy breathing echoes through the dark corridors, mingling with the sound of his claws raking against the stone and the loud snapping of his murderous jaws.

Panic rises in my throat, and that’s what he wants—the fear and arousal to spiral out of control inside me.

And yet, for all my terror, for all my intuition, my body betrays me. There’s a maddening part of me that begs for him to find me, to catch me. Because I know what happens when he does… Every second that passes without him grasping me feels like an eternity, the urgency growing between my legs to the point of unbearable.

His sudden howl is low and vicious, haunting me… taunting me… and I fucking love it.

“You can’t hide from me,” he calls, his voice a low, primal growl that sent shivers down my spine. “I can smell you… I can smell your need. Do you know what it does to me? You’re driving me fucking mad.”

Instinctively, I bolt from my hiding place, sprinting down the corridor—caught between the thrill of the chase and the desperate need to feel him, to be taken. It’s cold in here, and darker, too, with only the Northern Lights filtering in through the high-ached windows. I know it’s the path that leads outside. I’m almost there.

A rush of adrenaline surges through me, and a giddy laughter bubbles up inside me as I glance back to catch a glimpse of him. He’s dangerous and magnificent, and I want him more than ever. His massive form moves effortlessly, ferocious yet graceful,his muscles rippling beneath his thick fur, his predatory gaze laser-focused on me, gleaming with an uncontrolled hunger that makes my skin ignite… and my clit throb between my thighs.

He’s a beautiful, starved beast, and I’m the kill he craves.

“Run, baby, run!” he roars, his voice a dark, teasing growl that sends a fresh wave of excitement crashing through me.

I dart through a doorway. The chilly air hits me like a slap to the face as I stumble out into the castle gardens. The aurora reflects off the dew-covered grass, slick beneath my bare feet.I hear him again—closer now, his breathing sharp and uneven, primal. He’s catching up, not cutting me any slack.

I push myself harder, running through the open lawn toward the woods to seek camouflage, but it’s no use. My lungs burn, my legs are turning to jelly, and the sound of him is deafening now. He’s right behind me, closing in, his breath a ragged panting that echoes through the night air. I know he’s having the biggest laugh of his life. But I will my body to keep moving, to hold onto that sliver of hope that I might just make it.

Then, just as I feel a huge, clawed hand grip my arm, yanking me back with supernatural strength, I know it’s over.

“Got you!” he growls, his voice thick with lust and frustration.

I scream—half in fear, half in eagerness—as his body crashes into mine with a force that knocks the wind out of me. We tumble down together, the impact making my vision blurry as I gasp for air. The cold earth beneath me shocks me while the rough texture of the dirt bites into my skin, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else does but the feeling of him—finally—taking what he wanted.

What I wanted.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this… You’re never getting away from me now.” He rips my silk night slip in the blink of an eye, baring me to him.

He’s on top of me in an instant, his oversized form looming over mine from the back like a deprived animal about to feast. All I can do is surrender to him—body, mind, and soul.

I feel the weight of him press into me as he hovers above, his breath hot against my neck as his fangs nip my throat. For a moment, there’s a strange stillness between us, a pause before the storm. I can feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest, and mine responds just the same—racing, frantic, desperate.

His calloused palms slide down my back, his claws grazing the heated skin, sending shivers all over me. The tension between us sparks, thick and undeniable, and I know he’s restraining himself, still trying to control his urges. But I need him to lose control.

I turn my head slightly, meeting his eyes, and the lust in them is so palpable that it makes my insides clench. “Please,” I whisper, my voice shaky with the same hunger. “Don’t hold back.”

He growls low, his wide mouth curling into a predatory grin. “I wasn’t planning on it, my love,” he rasps thickly. “You’ve been teasing me all night, acting all fucking needy. Now it’s my turn… and guess what I am going to do with you.”

Before I can respond, he pulls away, his body moving with a fluid, predatory grace. He positions himself behind me, his hands trailing up my spine to my hips. “Lift that ass.”

I obey, shifting my weight onto my forearms, and raising my hips instinctively, presenting myself. The air is cold against my skin, but it only heightens the fire burning inside me. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I feel him settle above me, his body blocking out everything else.

He purrs in approval as his hands grip my round hips, his touch is possessive, claws dimpling my flesh. He slides his length against my ass teasingly, making me wiggle beneath him to get closer. His gigantic cock is so ready for me—hard, slick, and throbbing. The crackling tension between us builds, unbearable, making me ache for him in ways I can’t even describe.

“You wanted to act like a desperate little slut?” he growls, and I lose all my senses right in that moment. “I’ll fuck you like one. And I’m going to make sure you feeleverythingyou’ve been begging for,” his voice is rough and domineering as he leans in to bite one of my butt cheeks. “You’re mine now, Julia. You’ll be bred over and over until you’re filled to the brim and swollenwith my seed. There’ll be no question who fucking owns you after tonight.”

And then, his muzzle drops lower to where I need him most. My body jerks as a moan escapes my lips when his tongue flicks across my drenched slit, spreading my swollen pussy lips.

“Mmmm, your taste is intoxicating.” His movements are slow and provoking, but it’s not enough. Each stroke against my clit is an infuriating tease, making my body burn with anticipation. “Damn, you’re dripping wet. Look at you… so ready and eager for me to take you in the dirt where everyone can see.”

I can’t hold off, and my back arches toward him, desperate for more, for all of him. “Please,” I beg, my voice raw with need. “I need more. I need you.”

He growls against my folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure as the sound vibrates through every part of me. “You’re so fucking greedy that you can’t even pretend you don’t want it,” hemocksme. “You need me so badly, don’t you?Be patient, silly human. You’ll get everything you want and more if you just behave.” And with that, his hands tighten around my thighs, spreading me wider as his tongue laps faster, harder, driving me to the edge.

My fists grip the grass beneath me as he enters my quivering core and I lose myself in the sensation. My walls close around his talented tongue, yearning for him to explore every tiny part of me.

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