Page 166 of Untamed

“Younglings!” Gnome shouts, spreading his arms wide and nearly decapitating Purple and Coffee. “Welcome home!” He then smugly smirks at Purple.

Mactiir picks me up by my waist and starts to run. I gasp, startled at his speed at first, then begin to laugh joyously. Of course, I am faster on paws, but this is still fun.

“The cottage, Mactiir,” I demand. I’ve had enough of the Too-Large House.

“That’s where I’m going, Qitsuk.”

I nibble on his ear. He groans, the sound low and filled withsex. I wriggle against his hard body as he picks up speed. His breath starts to bat against my cheek in harsh pants. I smile and kiss his neck. My Mactiir is not out-of-breath from running, that’s for sure.

“Tease!” the word explodes from his mouth.

When he turns, my back nearly slams against the tree. I barely feel it, only caring that Mactiir’s pant zipper is just out of reach of my searching fingers.

“Not this time,Qitsuk,” he rasps against my mouth as his hand pushes mine away. “Hold onto my shoulders, kitten.”

I obey, for once. A good idea. He fills me, stretching me, making me shout to the trees and rake my claws down his back.

“You’ll take it, kitten. Won’t you?” he growls fiercely. I can only snarl back, my thighs trying to tighten around him to keep him from escaping. The storm picks back up, rain slicking down our bodies and cooling the heated flesh pressed so tightly together.

Mactiir tangles his hand in my hair, tilting my head back. His canines sink into the bite. I scream. It feels sogood. “My female,” he groans, his hips merciless, his hands everywhere. Did he grow more arms?

I twist in his arms, helpless and needy. “Mactiir!”

“Yeah, Bliss?”

“Please,” I sob.

“No.” His voice is harsh. “Let go, kitten. Let me take care of you.” Every word is punctuated with soft snarls and the heavy thrust of his body.

I obey. Again. My scream deafens me, the trees absorbing the cry of relief as that beautiful explosion washes over me. Mactiir growls, triumphant, that Ogre. His body twitches. His teeth find the bite again. The Mark.

The rain comes down, leaves falling, coating us, sliding down our bodies. I close my eyes. “Mactiir,” I breathe. My body trembles against his solid one. The rain slows again, the wind dying down. The forest feels satisfied, just like me.Triumphant; victorious, unbeaten, conquering.

“My Bliss.” He starts walking again, still carrying me. His knobby stick is softer but still hard enough to rest inside my secret place. It rubs and feels a little uncomfortable, but I don’t ask him to take it out. It’s very conveniently located right now.

“Let’s do it again?” I murmur against his neck.

He laughs. “I plan on it, kitten.”

We walk, well Mactiir walks, much more leisurely back to our cottage. I peer over his shoulder and smile at the glowing eyes that dot the forest. Our wolves are happy, too.

---

Inuit

I toss the blankets off of my body and fling myself from myQitsuk’snest. My feet land on the wood floor below before I can even register that I’m awake. I know, instinctively, deep in my bones, that my mate isn’t cuddled next to me anymore.

“Bliss?” I call for her, even though I know she’s not inside our cottage.

I jog to the garden in the back, following the porch light. It’s pitch dark other than that one yellow bulb. Idly, I think about changing it to a new led bulb. I’ll have to do that soon.

“Willa?” I call for her again.

“You don’t usually call me by my name, Mactiir,” comes her soft voice from the dark shadows far from the light cast by that one bulb.

I chuckle at the irony. “Do you not like it,Qitsuk?” I murmur.

“I like everything you call me.”

---