PART 2 -22 - FOREST CANOODLING
-SIANNA’S POV-
“Baby, why aren’t you home?”
The mind-link came through and to provoke him, I ignored it.
I slinked through the moonlight, pursuing the critters of the night, and enjoying the freedom that came with morphing into my silver wolf form. The woodland was strangely peaceful at this hour. With patrols tightened, a curfew on forest grounds was stipulated. Nevertheless, my wolf wanted out tonight. So as soon as Vance left to meet with Duke and Blayne, I came out for a night’s run.
Whenever I shift, I am fond of the tingling sensation on my silver fur. Around me, the tree-filtered air was like a pool of liquid metal. The earth beneath my paws as I ran with agility through the cool breeze was soothing to the mind despite the troubles of the pack. It was exhilarating being in the calm of nature.
For the fun of it, I tracked a set of coyote prints on the ground, wanting a good chase. Or maybe I was looking for a ferocious fight. Something to release the rage I had felt when those kriplings attacked our children. I had to hold it together because I couldn’t crack in my position of leadership, since the weight and security of the pack rested on me and Vance.
The coyotes were no fun. It turned out that they feared my large wolf and dashed for the hills. Cowards.
Padding into a clearing to relax, a sudden chill shot down my spine as I got the impression that I was being watched. Stalked. Under pretense, I acted as though I wasn't aware. How could I not know when his scent slithered on the crisp wind that carried it along?
Laying on my belly, my traitorous wolf wagged her tail in excitement. She raised her nose to the sky, staring at the moon and sniffing his whirling scent.
A twig snapped. I craned my head toward the sound. Against a background of dense shrubs, I could barely make out the motion of a big shadow that is moving slowly and accurately. The lurking hunter decided that I was his prey. My heart rate increased, and I set off sprinting as quickly as my paws would allow in the opposite direction.
The endorphins gave me an amazing high. Through the towering trees, the sound of our paws pounding the dirt echoed like a deliberate drumbeat and amplified as he pursued me. I did not look behind me because I was concentrating hard on keeping ahead.
My adrenaline level spiked. I steered clear of low-hanging limbs and hoped that one might crash into him and cause him to slow down. I flew past a stream but was unable to stop for a lap of the refreshing, spring-fed water before plunging through more thick shrubs.
Behind me, the thudding of his paws faded. I skid to a full halt upon another clearing, standing underneath the spotlight of the moonlight. When I considered that he had become weary of our game, my heart slumped. Among the dissonance of eerie noises all around me, I could hear rutting deer, owls howling, foxes in love, hungry hedgehogs, and even foxes. Our larking had awakened the forest.
Whipping around, I vigorously searched for him with my nose. His scent dallied and before I could sit on my rump, he leaped at me in surprise, tackling me from the right and knocking me over. We roll together a few times before floundering to a stop. Then his massive black wolf lay on top of mine, nipping at me playfully.
We shifted in perfect synchronization. As we both reclaimed our nude human bodies, the atmosphere shimmered around us. Vance’s long form remained on top of me, drawing ragged breaths as he balanced himself in a push-up posture with his arms on each side of my head.
Yummy. He smelled damn good.
His physique was a magnificent piece of art. Hard lines all over and bulging muscles. Vance looked tasty and I was famished.
“Took you long enough to find me, Alpha.” He loomed over me, and I panted while staring up at him. I am entrapped beneath his powerful body, utterly at his mercy, caged in a wall of solid muscles. “You must be slowing down these days.”
“Not at all. I was admiring my beautiful Luna from a distance. You wouldn't deny me that would you, Firecat?” His deep voice rumbled, giving me goosebumps.
His tender fingers carved a curling streak along my collarbone and over the round tops of my breasts. Then he cupped my breasts, molding their fleshy globes.
Lost in the unsated passion that burned in his focused expression, I whispered, “Where’s the fun in that?”
“That is because you cannot see yourself through my eyes.” He descended his body slightly and placed his head next to mine. The closeness of his body generated radiating heat from his flesh. He murmured into the canal of my ear. “Appreciating every inch of you is very gratifying to me and my wolf. I would do it every day and never get tired of your magnificent vision.”
Warmth spread in my bones as his charm melted me. With no clothes to restrict my insatiable need, I wrapped my legs around him while tracing my hands over his rock-solid abs and the firm ridges of his chest. When my pussy rubbed across his already-concrete-hard cock, his body shuddered against me.
“You’re so sexy.” I teased, rubbing myself against him. My wolf was going wild. “Kiss me with your sweet mouth, Alpha.”
After releasing an animalistic growl, he grabbed my face and snatched my mouth. He sank his full body onto mine, cushioning my head with an arm curled behind it, and parted my lips. Demanding entry with his tongue, he kissed me so hard that I fell into a daze.
I closed my eyes. He swallowed my moans and groaned into my mouth as he pushed his forceful tongue down my throat. His cruising fingertips traversed down my belly, caressing me, teasing me, until his hand docked between my thighs, right where I craved it the most.
“Hmm, you are dripping wet for me.” He taunted me with his finger and in the slowest way inserted the digit in my pussy. I gasped at the infiltration, bucking my hips. Intently watching me, he paused as my heartbeat escalated in both anticipation and hunger. My eyes flicked open.
Staring at me sharply, he retracted his finger and I moaned. A diabolic smirk shaped his lips before his hands yanked my legs wide apart and his mouth seized my pulsating pussy with a primal possession.
“Vance, mmm, yes.” The sparks and tingles rippled an overwhelming sensation in my body as he lapped on my folds.
Licking and sucking hard, he feasted on me like a deprived prehistoric man. His fingers opened my folds and his long tongue dived past my entrance. Arching my hips up and pressing them against his mouth, his tongue fucked me. Soon he lifted his head and his fingers were inside me again, doing wonders and sending me into a state of oblivion. Pleasure surged. My foggy, lust-filled mind went mush from his touch.
My wolf purred in pleasure.