Page 89 of Brody
When dawn approached, our pace finally slowed to something more tender, him on his back, me riding him with languid movements, our hands intertwined beside his head as we gazed into each other’s eyes, the connection transcending the physical act.
When sleep finally claimed us, the mate bond was like a living thing, our bodies so thoroughly entwined I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
I jolted awake with a gasp, my skin on fire.
Sweat beaded across my forehead and between my breasts as heat radiated through me in pulsing waves.I kicked frantically at the tangled sheets, the soft fabric suddenly unbearable against my hypersensitive skin.The cool morning air hit my naked body but provided no relief.This wasn’t external temperature.The burning originated deep in my core, spreading outward through my veins like wildfire.
My thighs pressed together involuntarily, seeking friction against the sudden, overwhelming ache between them.My pussy throbbed, already slick and swollen with need.Every nerve ending screamed for his touch.
I whimpered, the sound escaping before I could stop it, as another wave of heat crashed through me.My fingers twisted in the sheets as my back arched off the mattress of its own accord.
Beside me, Brody stirred instantly, his body somehow attuned to mine even in sleep.He tightened his arm around my waist as his eyes snapped open, immediately alert and aware.His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, catching the change in my scent.
“It’s started,” he said, his voice rough with sleep but his eyes burning with instant recognition.His gaze raked over my heated skin, the rapid rise and fall of my chest, the way my legs shifted restlessly against the sheets.“The mating heat.”
I groaned, pressing my thighs together as another throb of sexual need swept through me.My pussy was wet and greedy for his cock.I moved suddenly, straddling him in one fluid motion.The moment our skin touched, relief and heightened desire crashed through me simultaneously.I pressed my hands against his hard chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my palms.
“How do you feel?”he asked, his hands settling at my waist, thumbs tracing circles against my heated skin.
“Like I’ll die if you don’t touch me,” I admitted, no room for pride or pretense when my body was screaming with need.“Everywhere.Now.”
His eyes darkened.“Whatever you need, Rozi.Just tell me.”
“I need control,” I said, recognizing that in this primal state, my essential nature remained unchanged.“Even when I’m losing my mind with wanting you.”
Understanding flashed across his features.“Your body may be driven by the heat, but you’re still you,” he agreed, sliding his hands up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing across my nipples with exquisite gentleness.“Tell me what you want.”
My inner cheetah clawed to the surface, the animal instinct taking over as the heat intensified.A purr rumbled through my chest, the sound more feline than human.
“I want to hunt,” I whispered, the words emerging unbidden as I met his gaze.“And be hunted.”
Brody’s eyes flashed gold, his wolf responding instantly to the challenge.His lips pulled back in a smile that was all predator—hungry, dangerous, and utterly focused on me.I felt the weight of his gaze like a physical caress, my nipples tightening under his scrutiny, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Ready,” he growled, muscles tensing visibly as he prepared to spring.
“Set,” I breathed.
“Go.”The word was barely a whisper before I launched myself from the bed.
My feet hit the cool wooden floor, the contact sending shivers up my legs as I raced for the door.The mating heat made every nerve ending hyperresponsive, turning even the brush of air against my naked skin into exquisite torture.My breasts bounced with each step, the sensation making me bite my lip to stifle a moan.
At the threshold, I paused, looking back over my shoulder.Brody remained on the bed, watching me with predatory patience, his cock standing proud against his abdomen.The sight made my mouth water and my thighs tremble.
“Catch me if you can, wolf,” I said, my voice husky with need.
The night air hit my overheated skin as I slipped outside, the contrast of a chilly breeze against my fever making me gasp.Moonlight painted the forest in silver, illuminating my naked body as I darted between ancient trees.The earth felt deliciously cool beneath my bare feet, moss cushioning each step as I ran.
Behind me, I heard Brody’s deep inhale as he scented the air.My pussy clenched at the knowledge that he could smell my arousal, that he was tracking me not just by sight or sound but by the slick evidence of how much I wanted him.
My breasts swayed with each stride, the slight bounce sending jolts of pleasure through my sensitive nipples.Between my thighs, I was embarrassingly wet, my inner muscles contracting on emptiness with every step.The mating heat turned the simple act of running into an erotic experience, my entire body one exposed nerve ending.
I glanced back to see Brody emerge from the dwelling, gloriously naked in the moonlight, his powerful body moving with fluid grace as he followed my trail.He wasn’t rushing; he was savoring the hunt, giving me just enough of a head start to make the chase interesting.The sight of him stalking me, cock hard and heavy between his thighs, sent a fresh wave of slick heat to flood my core.
I scaled a low-hanging branch, perching above the forest floor with the natural agility of my kind.My cheetah instincts surged to the forefront, heightened senses cataloging every sound, movement, and scent in the surrounding forest.The cool night air carried a symphony of information to my sensitive nose: the earthy richness of moss, the sweet decay of fallen leaves, and, most intoxicating of all, the distinctive scent of wolf-tinged male that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
Below, Brody stalked into view, his powerful body gleaming in the moonlight, every sense alert as he tracked me.Even in human form, his movements held the predatory grace of his wolf, shoulders slightly hunched, head tilted to catch scents, eyes scanning methodically.My breath caught at the sight of him, my cheetah’s appreciation for a worthy opponent blending with my woman’s desire for her mate.The claiming marks on our necks were a phantom heartbeat connecting us even at a distance.
“I can smell your arousal, Rozi,” he called, his voice carrying through the quiet forest.“The mating heat makes it impossible to hide.”
