Page 54 of Untamed

Mactiir's beast of a wolf shakes and growls, his scary knobby-stick thrusting against my tailbone with bruising force. I whimper and whine, trying to get away as his teeth sink into my scruff.

A growl and the wolf over me shudders and barks in triumph. Heart pounding so hard that I feel like my chest will explode, I hold as still as I can as he goes still, too.

I feel the teeth release, but instinct keeps me in place. My she-wolf won't risk angering the male.

"Qitsuk! No, no, no, my love. What did I... shit! Are you alright?" His breath is harsh as his hands run through my fur. I close my eyes, not wanting to see him, not wanting him to see me.

He picks me up gently and begins to run. I'm jostled around in his arms, but he doesn't drop me and doesn't slow down until he is up on the porch and through the door to the cottage.

I keep my eyes closed. Even when light floods my shut eyelids, I don't open them. I'm angry with Mactiir. So very angry.

"My sweet baby wolf," Mactiir is muttering to himself. "Goddess, what the fuck did I do?" I feel myself being set down on the couch and Mactiir rubs something soft over my tailbone. I growl, letting him know to keep away from that spot. It's sore, and it's all his fault. Dumb male. Doing that thing that Father always did to Mama, thehurting. It didn't hurt last time, but this time I am bruised from his knobby-stick, and he... he's a bad male just like Father.

"Qitsuk," he pauses. Fingers move the chain to a more comfortable spot. Thechainis still attached and wrapped around my middle even though my dress was torn to shreds when I shifted. I go to snap at his fingers, maybe leave a nice mark on him. Opening my eyes, I meet walnut-brown ones just before I bare my teeth.

"I'm sosorry, my Bliss. So fucking sorry."

My ears twitch. He apologized. I've never heard a male apologize before. Father never did. All of the mean, cruel things he said and did, he never said he wassorry.

Then, Mactiir shocks me even more. Strong arms wrap around me as he lays down on the couch, sandwiching me between the back and his body. He pulls the blanket over us and buries his face in my fur. "So fucking sorry,Qitsuk."

Maybe I can't compare him to my Father. Not entirely.

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Inuit

She's too young.

Everyone is absolutely right. She's too young, and I'm too arrogant. So damn confident I could control myself.

Fuck me. I showered with her, fully buck-ass-naked, and didn't do anything inappropriate. So smug. I was such an arrogant asshole and now look. My mate has shifted into her beautiful golden wolf and won't turn back. My semen is drying on her fur, and she's probably terrified that I'm some sort of sexual predator out to rape her innocence away.

She's too young. Even what we did yesterday is too much for her. She's just too young.

"I won't do it again," I promise her. "We'll take it real damn slow. I... My wolf... No, I won't make excuses, my Bliss."

I'm so stupid. I got angry, and then she stepped away from me. My wolf... we had to chase, she's our mate. We'll always pursue. Then... we were on top of her, and she smells like honey and sugar and just a few humps later... shit. Nature took over, the urge to Claim almost too much at the moment.

She suddenly moves, tucking her nose into my neck. Her soft purr fills the room a second later.

A few more tears squeeze out. These are of relief. She's forgiven me. I can feel it in her relaxed body, hear it in her sweet rumble.

I have to think of things we can do that won't put me in the way of temptation. Cuddling on the couch isn't one of them... shit.

When my arms fill up with soft, warm female instead of fur, I leap away as if I've been shot.

"Let's clean up, yeah? Then eat?" I blurt out at a confused-looking mate.

She lets the blanket fall away as she stands. I swallow, but more saliva forms. My canines creep out, and I can taste the mating venom pooling in the back of my throat. Golden everywhere. A treasure. How can one female be so exotically beautiful?

I turn my back on her and walk to the bedroom. She follows. Her footsteps are as quiet as ever, but I know she's there. I can feel her, smell her, smell myself on her. I grab a t-shirt and bring it to her, careful to stare somewhere over her shoulder. "Put this on," I command.

When she doesn't take the shirt, I finally find the balls to look at her. One eyebrow is quirked up, a slight frown on her face.

"Qitsuk, I'm having trouble," I tell her softly. Her golden eyes widen in what I like to think is concern, but I'm probably deluding myself. "I need you in some clothes. You are very tempting, my mate."

She looks at my naked, rock-hard dick pointedly. Groaning, I turn and snatch a pair of athletic shorts and pull them on. She waits for me to arrange myself, painfully, in the shorts as best I can.

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