481- The Hunt and the Claim
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I moved through the dark forest, looking around and searching for Anton. Though I couldn't see him, I could smell his fresh scent in the air, revealing that he was lurking there somewhere, hidden.
With each step I took, I grew farther from the others. Their voices faded away until they were nothing but small whispers carried by the wind.
I felt no fear—I felt... excited, thrilled by what might happen. It was as if my skin burned beneath his invisible gaze. I couldn't see him, but I knew he could see me.
"Anton?" I called out, spinning my body, looking in every direction.
Silence.
The wind swayed the branches of the treetops and dragged some dry leaves across the ground. The silvery light of the moon peeked through, illuminating specific parts of the place.
I walked a little further, knowing exactly what was happening. He was the predator and I was his prey. I could feel him, even though he was silent.
Goosebumps covered my entire body and my heart raced. Not from fear, but from anticipation of what was to come.
My wet panties were uncomfortable against my skin, and my loose dress swayed with each step. The tips of my breasts were swollen, brushing against the fabric.
My feet crushed the ground, causing small cracks from the dry leaves. I didn't want to be silent—I had no interest whatsoever in going unnoticed.
Every cell in my body vibrated with pure electricity. Being hunted wasn't in my instincts, but I was incredibly loving every moment of it.
Loving it, because it was for him. The voice of reason shouted in my head.
"Anton?" I called again, receiving no response. He was playing with me, testing me.
I could feel my heartbeat pulsing in my ears, each beat sounding muffled and close, as if the world around me had gone silent, leaving only the insistent rhythm of my own blood flowing.
I approached a thick tree trunk and leaned against it, biting my cheeks to contain my smile of excitement.
"I know you're here... come out!"
For a moment, I was answered with silence. No sound, no movement, nothing that revealed his nearby presence—yet I could feel it, so strong and so pulsing that it was as if it were etched into my DNA.
He emerged, stepping out from behind one of the trunks. His eyes were formed by gold and green. He approached, and in that moment I was certain there was nothing human in those movements. He moved like a predator, silent and precise, each step more fluid than should have been possible for a man. His eyes were fixed on me, hunting me. It wasn't Anton coming toward me—it was the wolf, and every fiber of my being reacted to that, recognizing the danger and the fascination in equal measure.
I placed my hands on the rough trunk I was leaning against, parting my lips in a gasp. Anton stopped right in front of me, his hair shifting as the breeze passed through.
He bared his fangs, growling softly. I answered him with a purr. He smiled.
"How dare you let another male touch you?" His voice came out low, almost a growl, carrying a vibration that didn't seem natural. There was something primal there, a sound that didn't match human words, as if each syllable carried a wild echo. It was deep, hoarse, and had an intensity that made me tremble, as if it weren't just a man speaking to me, but the beast within him, whispering its presence.
I swallowed, trying to moisten my throat.
"I didn't let him—he did it without my permission."
He leaned in, brushing his nose against the skin of my neck, smelling me.
He snarled when he caught Rares' scent on me.
"That's why he's dead, and anyone else who touches you will be too." He gripped my waist, digging his fingers into my skin. He ran his tongue over his lips and smiled. "You like this—you like watching me duel for you."
"No," I lied, my voice lacking conviction.
His laugh resonated, making me tremble.
"Of course you do! Do you think I can't smell your soaked panties? Just like I smelled them when I tore out his heart and chewed it?"
I opened and closed my mouth to argue, but no sound came out. He grabbed the sides of my dress, pulling it up to my waist.
"Anton!" I gasped.
"Now I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy and savor it..." My nails transformed into claws—I dug them into the tree trunk to keep myself steady in place. He knelt before me and stared at me, his eyes never losing their distinct colors.
"An alpha never kneels... but for you, I kneel, ready to claim you as mine in every possible way." He hooked a finger into my panties and pulled them to the side. He inhaled, flaring his nostrils, taking in my scent. He smiled, satisfied. "If I have to kill every male on Earth just to have you dripping wet for me, Thalyndra, I will," he promised.
He spread my thighs and settled between them, his warm breath brushing against my cold skin. He closed his lips over my clitoris, making me gasp.
I grew weak, aroused to an extreme level—one I had never reached before. He devoured my pussy with hunger, sucking the sensitive nerve with force.
He held me and then dragged his tongue slowly, hard, brushing it with precision. I opened my mouth in a trembling moan.
Anton sucked me with such craving, acclaiming me, praising me as if I were his, as if I belonged only to him. His tongue made back-and-forth movements on my clitoris, hard and precise. He didn't insert his fingers—he delighted himself only with his lips.
I leaned my head against the trunk and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, taking in the characteristic scent of the forest mixed with his and mine.
He closed his lips, sucking, before returning with his tongue and circling the nerve. He knew exactly what he was doing and did it with enthusiasm, appreciating the moment as much as I did.
He lowered his head, pushing his tongue into my entrance. I heard him swallow, drinking thirstily everything my body expelled.
My moans mixed with the sound of the wind in the branches.