543- The Huntress and the Alpha's Chase
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I could hear the sound of the other wolves' footsteps running near me, each following their own direction.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, keeping it firmly in place, even with my breath coming in gasps. I was anxious, anticipating what would happen when Anton found me.
The hunt excited me, fleeing from him, running as far away as possible, knowing what the reward would be in the end—it was thrilling.
My feet crushed a dry branch, causing a crack that startled me. The wind swayed my hair, pushing it back from my shoulders.
I felt a twinge in my belly, so painful that I lost a bit of my balance. I didn't know how it was possible for the event to carry so much energy capable of destabilizing me; it seemed like when I went into heat weeks ago.
I turned to the right, bracing against a trunk and scratching the skin of my arm.
There was no way to know where Anton was. He was too fast and silent, but from the heat in my chest, I knew he was very close.
I stopped running, my feet becoming still as if my body had gained a life of its own. I inhaled, dilating my nostrils, my pupils doubling in size. There were low moans intoning through the air, being carried by the wind.
I shuddered, all my hair standing on end. I bent over, placing my hand on my belly, trying to lessen the pain.
I turned my head to the side, my movements precise, calculated, like those of an animal. My vision became clearer as my wolf took control.
Something was wrong.
I approached a tree, my nails turning into claws, and then I climbed it with ease, scaling the trunk meters above the ground, as if it were nothing.
I no longer felt like prey, but also a huntress.
I looked down, focused. Even my heartbeat was controlled, slow, so I could go unnoticed.
A couple passed below me, distracted, kissing, not noticing I was right above their heads. I waited for them to move away, not moving, keeping my location hidden.
I tilted my head to the side and dilated my nostrils, sniffing the air, searching for Anton. Despite the heat in my chest, I couldn't smell him.
I advanced a little further to the tip of the branch and leaned forward, looking around, sharpening my vision into the distance. I noticed the shadows of the other wolves passing nearby, but no sign of my companion.
I let out a low grunt, irritated and impatient. I turned to return to the tree and climb down.
Anton was right behind me, crouched on the trunk, staring at me with a huge smile on his face. His eyes, gold and green, gleamed intensely. He looked completely animal in that position.
"Were you looking for me, love?" he whispered, his voice deep.
I kept my gaze fixed on his, motionless, maintaining a safe distance. I inhaled his scent and arched my spine upon being hit by his pheromones, which he exuded to attract me.
He laughed.
"You... are going into heat," he commented, his pupils widening even more. "This Lupercalia will be unforgettable," he teased.
If he was right, it would be three long days.
I was suspicious, even before he mentioned it. It wasn't my time yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if my wolf had anticipated it again.
I crawled, getting a little closer to him. Opening a smile, I threw myself to the ground. I landed on my feet, the leaves cushioning the impact, and then I started running.
It was a game of predator and prey, my wolf testing him. He would find us, that was a fact, but she seemed to want to know how far he would go to do it.
The trees passed like blurs before my eyes, as my steps became faster and faster. I smelled some wolves and changed course, always keeping well away from them.
I would head toward the lake; entering it would help disguise my scent, keeping Anton away.
It was as if it were a test, my wolf seemed to want to know his true level of alpha, of hunter. I just had no idea why.
I turned left when I collided with a strong, hard body. Anton was right in front of me. His laughter echoed through the air, supernatural, moving as if it were part of the forest.
I gasped, moving away before he could close his hands on me.
I spun on my heels and tried to run in the other direction. His body hit mine, throwing me to the ground with brute force, leaves flying around. The air was expelled from my lungs with the impact.
Some wolves ran past us, as if fleeing, moving away from the chaos that was about to begin.
"I'm going to destroy this pussy in heat," he snarled, pulling my pants by the waistband, ripping them from my body. "I'm going to devour you, Little Beast. Like the stories humans love to tell about the big bad wolf."
I dug my nails into the earth, trying to get away. I heard Anton's abrupt laugh behind me. He turned me over, laying me on my back and sliding over me, without taking the smile off his face.
"You think you can play with me? Run from me?" He laughed even more. "It's fun watching you try."
He spread my legs, opening them, and held each thigh. The cold breeze touched my hot cunt, making me shudder. He bent down and rubbed his tongue, licking the excitement that flowed.
I moaned, arching my back upward.
I closed one hand in his hair, gripping the strands tightly. Anton licked my clit with his hard tongue, circling it. I turned my face to the side, clenching my teeth.
He masturbated the sensitive nerve, rubbing it back and forth with the tip of his hardened tongue. He opened his lips, closing them over it.
Anton was devouring me, exactly as he had promised. I opened my mouth, letting out a loud moan.
He slid his tongue inside me, rubbing his face from side to side, smearing himself with my lubrication.
I released his hair and groped the ground beside me, pushing leaves and earth.
I tilted my hips upward. He laughed, his warm breath blowing against my skin.
He licked my clit, rubbing his tongue in rapid movements.
The wave of pleasure concentrated in my abdomen, expanding with each of his rough touches.
I felt a finger slide in, penetrating me abruptly, entering and exiting, fast and hard.
"Anton..." I gasped, clenching my hands into fists, grabbing a handful of dry leaves.
He slid the tips of his sharp fangs over my swollen clit, provoking me. And then he sank his teeth in, biting it, sucking my blood through it.