Chapter 106

POV Savannah Bowen

Fenrir extended his arm, brushing my face with the tips of his fingers. His skin was warm, feverish like mine. His hand trembled, muscles taut, as if he was using every ounce of strength to control himself.

"What’s your name?" he asked in a low, hoarse whisper.

I swallowed to moisten my dry throat.

"Savannah," I replied, blinking slowly. "My name is Savannah."

He inhaled deeply, flaring his nostrils as he took in my scent, trying to identify which pack I belonged to and what my species was.

"What’s an omega in heat doing lost in the middle of my territory?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

I stared at him, lost in the mixture of colors in the deepest, most penetrating eyes I’d ever seen.

I remained silent, unsure how to tell him I was a fugitive, hunted by my psychopathic ex-fiancé, and labeled a traitor by my pack for leaving without the alpha's consent.

I exhaled, savoring the scent of fresh pine and damp earth. My pupils dilated as another wave of heat washed over me. I lunged forward, collapsing against him.

I clenched my teeth tightly and stopped breathing.

He was strong, solid as stone. And… so hot. Damn, he was like a furnace.

A moan escaped my throat.

Fenrir growled, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck and forcing my head back. His eyes glowed intensely gold.

"I don’t know what the hell you are, but I can’t control myself," he roared.

And then, his mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn’t romantic, gentle, or sweet. It was primal, desperate, raw.

He parted my lips and pressed his tongue against mine. I returned the kiss, clutching him with all my strength.

Hunter had been my first and only male. He was always romantic with me, though I’d come to realize it was all a charade, the grandest of deceptions.

I had no idea if I felt much better with Fenrir, an alpha I barely knew, than I’d ever felt with my fiancé because I was being driven by my heat.

His tongue slid through my mouth, his hand firm in my hair. I gripped his hard shoulders, digging my nails into him, and rose onto my knees, pressing us closer.

My body was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

The contact wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed so much more.

I ran my fingers along the muscles of his back, experiencing the rigid texture of his skin, tasting him.

He pulled his mouth from mine, trailing his lips down my neck, leaving wet kisses. I felt the tips of his fangs graze the vein that throbbed beneath my skin—a soft drag, a faint scratch.

My wolf stirred as if yearning for this, for his mark, as though it was the right thing.

"Fenrir," his name escaped my lips as a moan, a plea.

He growled again, pushing me to the ground, laying me on my back as he covered my body with his. His eyes remained consumed by that golden glow, his wolf half in control.

We were reacting to our nature. I was an omega in heat, and he was an alpha ready to satisfy me. It wasn’t human, nor was it romantic. It was wild and purely carnal.

He gripped the sides of my wool sweater and tore it away with force, stripping it from my body. I was so hot that the cold air barely touched my bare skin.

His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the red lace bra that covered my small, round breasts. He extended the nail of his index finger and sliced through the fabric in a single motion.

He frowned as he looked at me, his eyes fixating on my pink, hardened nipples. My skin was riddled with goosebumps.

I should’ve felt ashamed, exposed before a male I didn’t know. But that wasn’t how I felt.

I felt desired. Truly desired. Not the way Hunter used to look at me, but in a different, more intense, more profound way.

Fenrir lowered his lips to my breast, capturing one nipple between his teeth. I gasped, arching my back off the ground.

I grabbed his hair, letting the soft strands slide through my fingers. He sucked on the nipple firmly, swirling the rough tip of his tongue around the areola.

A growl rumbled through my chest. He responded, growling back harshly, sending shivers down my spine.

The soaked fabric of my panties clung to my skin, rubbing against my swollen clit.

"More," I panted, begging to be taken.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down, tearing the button and zipper apart. I pressed my feet to the ground and lifted my hips as he slid the fabric down my thighs along with my panties, leaving me completely exposed.

The branches and leaves on the forest floor scratched and pricked my bare skin.

I sat up, running my hands over the linen shirt he wore, tearing it apart uncontrollably. The fabric hung from his shoulders, but his defined chest was fully exposed. I took in his sun-kissed skin and the taut muscles carved from his stomach. A thin layer of fine hair ran down the center of his chest, a mix of golden and brown strands.

My gaze traveled lower, landing on the bulge straining against his pants, the firm fabric barely containing him.

I placed my palm over it, sliding my hand as his muscles tensed under my touch.

I licked my lips, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. He stared back, unblinking, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession with his heavy breathing.

I moaned.

That was all it took for him to grip me firmly and kiss me again. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I slid my fingers to undo the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

He didn’t stop me, didn’t hesitate at my touch. When my fingers brushed close enough to his hard length, he groaned against my mouth.

I gasped, feeling my body respond to him. Another wave of scorching heat surged through me, so intense I thought I might melt.

Fenrir moved too quickly. He turned me around, pressing my back against his hard, defined body as he kissed my neck, grazing his fangs over my sensitive skin.

"Please…" I begged, my voice no more than a whisper carried off by the wind.

Kneeling behind me, he pushed his pants down, freeing his thick length. I glanced over my shoulder, unable to control myself, admiring the long, powerful member veined and pulsating.

He lifted his gaze to mine, his head slightly tilted. He looked nothing like a man, nothing human. Fenrir was consumed by his animal instincts. His golden eyes shimmered, every movement deliberate, predatory. There was no trace of the man—only the beast.

He parted my thighs and ran his fingers between my legs, sliding them through my slick folds. He let out a sound, half-growl, half-howl, bringing his hand to his face. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he took in my scent, then licked his fingers, tasting me.

My chest rumbled in satisfaction, my wolf more than pleased with his actions. My own eyes glowed, reflecting the green of my inhuman nature. But unlike him, I still retained a shred of reason, though barely.

Growling, he pushed my shoulders forward. I bent down on my elbows, completely exposed. Fenrir positioned himself behind me and brushed his cock against my dripping entrance before thrusting in with one powerful stroke.

I screamed in pleasure, throwing my head back as my lips parted. He growled, gripping my waist firmly as he moved in and out.

Inside, my body hummed. Yes, yes, yes!

This was what I needed, what I wanted. Fenrir took me like an animal, driving into me and pulling out only to repeat the motion. His thick cock stretched me wider each time.

Even though he hadn’t prepared me, I was wet enough to feel him slide easily inside.

I clenched my fists around the damp leaves on the ground, crushing them. Each thrust sent me jolting forward, my forehead nearly touching the earth.

All I could feel was him. All I could hear and focus on were his deep, husky moans blending with the wind’s howl through the high branches of the trees.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me upright onto my knees without breaking our connection. With his other hand, he swept my hair to the side, over my shoulder, and kissed the bare curve of my neck.

Every fiber of my being throbbed, craving more. It still wasn’t enough.