Chapter 105 Want Everything - Amelia’s POV
Heat rushed through me as Aleksandr’s thoughts flowed into my mind; images of my body swollen with his child, his hands protective over the curve of a pregnant belly, Skoll and Kaela’s shared fierce joy at the thought of our offspring. The intensity of his desire, the raw longing behind those thoughts, made my breath catch. “Oh,” I whispered, unable to form a more coherent response as Kaela surged forward in my mind, her own yearning adding fuel to the fire burning low in my belly.
‘Want,’ she growled, the simple word carrying layers of meaning I couldn’t begin to untangle. ‘Want mate, want pup, want everything.’
Aleksandr’s eyes had darkened, the purple glow of Skoll rising to the surface as he watched my reaction. I knew my face was flushed, could feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks and down my neck.
“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he said softly, though the slight curl at the corner of his mouth suggested he wasn’t entirely sorry for the effect his thoughts had on me.
I shook my head, reaching for my wine to cool my suddenly dry throat. “You didn’t,” I assured him, taking a long sip. “Just... surprised me.”
We finished our meal in a charged silence, the air between us thick with unspoken possibilities. The forest around us seemed to have gone quiet, as if holding its breath in anticipation. When the last of the pastries was gone, Aleksandr stood and extended his hand to help me up.
“Run with me?” he asked, that hint of vulnerability in his voice that never failed to melt something in my chest. Even now, weeks after our mating, part of him still seemed surprised that I chose him, wanted him.
‘YES!’ Kaela nearly shouted in my mind, her excitement bubbling through our connection. ‘Run with mate!’
I smiled, already reaching for the buttons of my dress. “I’d love to.”
Clothes were discarded with practiced efficiency, folded and placed on a corner of the blanket away from our food. The night air kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps across my arms despite the summer warmth. Beside me, Aleksandr had already stripped, his powerful body silvered by moonlight, scars mapping stories across his skin that I was slowly learning to read.
I closed my eyes, reaching for Kaela. The shift came easier each time now, our connection strengthening daily. My bones realigned with minimal discomfort, my skin prickling as thick black fur erupted across my changing form. I fell forward onto hands that were already becoming paws, my senses expanding exponentially as Kaela surged to the front of our shared consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, the world had transformed. Every scent told a story, every sound carried meaning beyond what human ears could detect. Beside me, Aleksandr had completed his own shift, Skoll’s massive form even more impressive in the moonlight, his deep purple eyes glowing as they focused on us.
Kaela took control with my willing permission, our separation now fluid and cooperative rather than the painful struggle it had once been. She approached Skoll, circling him once before pressing her muzzle against his in greeting. His scent filled our nostrils, pine, earth, male, power, making Kaela’s tail wag with unmistakable pleasure.
The formalities complete, Kaela nipped playfully at Skoll’s ear before springing away, her body already tensing to run. Skoll’s startled yelp made us laugh internally, the sound emerging as a wolf’s chuffing breath. Then we were running, paws digging into soft earth, branches whisking past as we darted between trees.
Behind us, Skoll gave chase, his massive form crashing through the undergrowth with less finesse but impressive speed. Kaela kept just ahead, glancing back occasionally with wolf-like humor gleaming in our eyes. This was freedom, pure, uncomplicated joy in movement, in the perfect synchronicity of muscle and bone, in the dance of predator and prey where both parties were willing participants.
The forest opened suddenly before us, revealing a small river cutting through the trees. Moonlight danced across its surface, creating silver patterns that shifted with the gentle current. Kaela slowed, moving to the bank where she sat back on her haunches, chest heaving slightly from our run.
‘He tries to hide,’ she observed, ears swivelling to catch the sounds of Skoll’s pursuit. But those sounds had mysteriously ceased. ‘Sneaky mate,’ she added with approval, eyes scanning the tree line.
I could feel her awareness sharpening, tracking tiny movements in the undergrowth, cataloging scents carried on the breeze. She knew he was there, approaching from our left, attempting to use the river sounds to mask his movement. Rather than giving away that she’d spotted him, Kaela deliberately looked in the opposite direction, head tilted as if distracted by something in the distance.
The attack, when it came, was swift but predictable. Skoll burst from the bushes, a blur of black fur and gleaming teeth. But Kaela was ready, spinning to meet him mid-leap. They collided in a tangle of limbs and playful growls, rolling across the riverbank in a mock battle that sent dirt and leaves flying.
Despite Skoll’s larger size, Kaela was quicker, more agile. She ducked beneath his massive jaws, twisting to nip at his flank before dancing away. He lunged again, catching the scruff of her neck in a gentle hold that she easily broke, using her momentum to circle behind him.
The play-fight continued, neither truly trying to win, both reveling in the simple joy of physical exertion and connection. Finally, Kaela saw her opening; Skoll had over-extended, his massive paw slipping slightly on the damp earth near the riverbank. In a flash, she was on him, using her full weight to bowl him over onto his back.
Before he could recover, her jaws were at his throat, teeth pressing against fur but not breaking skin. The hold was symbolic rather than harmful; in wolf terms, a clear declaration of victory. I felt Kaela’s pride surge through our bond, her tail wagging slightly at having bested her larger mate.
What happened next caught us both by surprise. Beneath our paws, Skoll’s form began to shift, fur receding, limbs elongating. Within seconds, I found myself straddling Aleksandr’s naked human form, my wolf jaws still hovering near his very human throat.
Kaela retreated, giving me control so suddenly I gasped, the sound strange coming from a wolf’s muzzle. I shifted back without conscious thought, the process quicker than it had ever been before.
Then I was human again, still straddling Aleksandr’s hips, my bare skin pressed against his. His eyes, dark with desire, locked with mine as he sat upright and his hands came to rest on my waist.
“That was unexpected,” I managed to say before his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole my breath.
His tongue slid along mine, tasting of wine and want as his hands began to explore my skin. He lifted me slightly, guiding my hips to hover above him before lowering me onto his length in one smooth motion. I moaned as he filled me, stretching me in that now-familiar way that still made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Move,” he commanded softly, his hands guiding my hips into a rhythm that had us both panting, my body rising and falling on his with increasing urgency.
I could feel the pressure building low in my belly, my walls already beginning to flutter around him. With a growl that was more Skoll than Aleksandr, he suddenly flipped us, pressing my back to the cool earth as he drove deeper into me. The new angle had me gasping, clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he set a faster, harder pace.
“Aleksandr,” I cried out as the tension inside me shattered, pleasure crashing through my body in waves that left me trembling.
He thrust twice more, each movement harder and deeper than before, before stiffening above me with a groan, his release spilling hot inside me. I whimpered, fighting to steady my breathing as aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through my body.