Page 108 of Untamed

Now the light is coming back. Pink and golden above the dark water of Adsun Lake.

Golden.

An odd keening rumbles from our chest. Where is our mate? We inhale, letting the scent seep into our pores, seeking her... fruitlessly. Growling, we snarl at the survivors surrounding us. Pack, we know. Not enemies. But not her, either.

"Our mate," we spit and snarl.

The faintest gasp drifts through the air. Turning, we are under the tree before we can feel the movement. We look up, sneering at the two females wrapped in each other's arms, clinging to the tree they are perched in like frightened squirrels. Fear stinks on them.

Growling in displeasure, we step deeper into the trees. Our cat will not reek of fear. She does not quake and shiver. We travel deeper until the light of dawn fades back into twilight.Darkness.

Pretty golden female.She drops to the ground just a few feet in front of us. Nude, golden, her hair a mess woven in knots and tangles down her back. Eyes burning brightly, like two suns shining to light my dark, peer at the monster just a body-length away. She is our dawn.

She smiles. And purrs. And speaks.

"My Mactiir."

We howl for her, triumphant, nearly gloating. She laughs and dances closer to us. Our eyes don't leave her, possessed, an alpha-beast entranced with a forest-nymph.

"Why are you eating wolves, my Ogre?" she scolds us teasingly. We growl out our pleasure in her insult. We are right; our mate shows no fear.

"My male," she croons, dancing closer and closer. "I've waited for you all night." We watch her closely, holding our breath. She's a tricky cat, we know. Our chest heaves. A deep, sonorous hum baits her with our pleasure and lust. We are a strong male. We will give her strong pups. We will protect her with our life. She just needs to come closer.

Her hands touch us just over our wildly-beating heart.

Wild. Smells like fertility and the forest. Our mate. Our forest. We own it all. She is our reward for killing the enemies. We made her forest safe for her. She is our golden prize, our king's ransom. A treasure.

But we can't frighten off our treasure. We have to be slow, be careful. She is smaller than us. Pure. Whole. Magical.

Slow.

But she said our name. Called us Mactiir, the alpha-beast of pure blood who hunts weaker beings in the deep forests of the north. The chief alpha of wolves. A king. We are her alpha. She is our luna. Mactiir mated to the goddess of nature. Is she our goddess, then?

She touches us a bit more, and we lock our knees. A twisting in our gut. We bring our hands up to touch her honey-gold skin. Softly, gently, skim the treasure with fingertips under those wickedly curved claws. Her flesh is not hard and cold like gold. It's soft and warm and beautifully familiar.

"OurBliss," we rumble.

A smile, golden eyes blink at us, slumberous, enticing. We salivate for her, licking our chops. We will follow her anywhere she wishes to go just for a taste of the pretty promise in her eyes.

"Mactiir. I want sex, now."

A low growl rumbles from our chest. She doesn't have to ask us. Didn't we say we would do anything for her?"Ssslow, careful," we warn her as we lay with our back against the roots of an oak tree, our goddess straddling our lap. Leaves brush our faces, but we swat them away, not wanting anything to distract us from our treasure.

She laughs again. The sound is like molasses dripping down your throat, sweet and thick. She climbs onto me, her body slick with desire, rubbing onto my body slick with my sweat and the blood of enemies. Fingers run through the fur on my shoulders, my upper chest. Protection against enemy bites, but she can hang on, tug, pull, anything. Anything she wants as long as she keeps those hands on us.

She is an impatient little treasure. She slides her hot core against us, up along our shaft, golden eyes flickering under golden eyelashes. But, when she lifts herself and tries to mate us, she struggles to sink her tight body past the thick head.

"Little bit at a time, my mmmate," we scold her as she mewls her displeasure and wiggles, trying to force herself deeper than her body is ready for. We let our rumble of warning shake her a bit, make her body quiver. We savor treasure, hoard it, not consume it all at once.

She growls, golden eyes flashing with ire. "More," she snarls, sinking further.

We pant under her, our claws holding her hips steady. We have to concentrate. Don't let our hips surge upward. Let her set the pace, don'thurther. A soft, keening wail escapes from us."No hurting, little treasure," we beg. We will beg her. The blood of enemies coats our tongue and stings our nostrils, but not her blood. Don't hurt her.

She smiles, full of promise, and seats herself more fully with a wide-eyed gasp of shock. "Oh! My Mactiir. Your... knobby... I didn't think your knobby-stick would feel this large." She wiggles again, experimenting. "Massive," she gasps, "colossal, tremendous, elephantine-" Her eyes flutter as she sinks down another inch. Luscious red-pink lips part, soft, so soft.

Naughty treasure. Naughty, naughty treasure.

We snarl and look up, tearing our gaze from her even though ithurts. Hurts us not to look at our Bliss. Count the leaves. Don't hurt her. Don't think about how tight and hot she feels, choking our cock to death.

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