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I groan.

He uses two fingers to press the cum inside me while he gently pets my clit with his other hand.

“There, that feels better, doesn’t it?”

My Wolf touching me anywhere is perfect but touching me there is a dream come true.

Is this him claiming me? He has not said the words, but I dare to hope that it is, that he cares, that he wants me as a woman, one he might bond with for the rest of his life.

The sensation of his gentle playing as he slides the cum into me is breathtakingly good. After the frenzy of his mouth on me and the climax he compelled, this is like a flower budding one petal at a time, opening, lifting me, stirring all the sweet sensations. I stare into his eyes and let myself be. Allow myself to receive his touch like the gift that it is. I keep my eyes on him the whole time. And when I finally reach the summit and tumble over, I feel in a far deeper, breath-stealing way.

He smirks down at me, well-pleased with himself.

Wolf

I lower my lips to hers, unable to resist one more taste of her sweetness. She has never kissed anyone before and is uncertain what to do, but I hold her still, cupping her face in my hands, and nibble upon her lips until they open for me. Her breathy moan accompanies her tongue coming out to play.

Sensing a wolf at the cottage door, I wrench my lips from hers, breathing heavily. I turn, issuing a low growl as I find a beta standing in wolf form, head bowed submissively, and avoiding eye contact with what we do.

His presence slams me with a sense of urgency. I jerk my head toward the forest, and he spins and dashes out. I do not even ask for the details. I already know I must leave instantly. “I need to go,” I say to Fawn.

Gods, I want to linger here and nibble on her sweet, plump lips all day, explore her body, make her come until she is limp from my attention.

Fawn pouts. I shake my head at her mischief even as I cannot help but smile. I should stay and clean her up, but I very muchlike my cum on her. Gods, her reactions to me, the way she came so hard and fast, have blown my fucking mind. It is not the reaction typical of a beta, but I’m not about to complain.

“You are not to wash this off,” I say sternly.

“What! Why?” She sits up and fixes me with a glare.

“Do not test me, lass, or your behind will be very sorry. I will be back as soon as I can. But I have had an urgent call and must go.”

“Alright,” she says.

I kiss her swiftly.

“I will be back later.” I fix her with my sternest look, and then I shift.

“Jude, you really need to get here,”Clay says.

“He’s in the pack house,”Glen adds. The young beta wolf sent to hail me is already gone, racing back to the pack house, no doubt.

“He? Who is he?”

They don’t answer.

Fuck! I take off for the village at a run.

Chapter Eight

Wolf

Ten years earlier…

Ido not like stag shifters well, but occasionally, when necessary, I can abide by them enough to work together. Today, I rally with high-ranking warriors and enforcers from mine and many shifter packs to take down the bear bastards who have been encroaching on our collective lands.

Deer shifters live in herds extending beyond this realm and through the portal, each with a leader under the sovereignty of the King, or Master Stag as he is known, which is more than can be said for wolves. In our distant past, we had a royal bloodline, but that was obliterated more than a century ago. We are not agreeable by nature, so I seek a reason to take exception to the stag’s agreeableness. Further, they are pompous and full of their own importance. The only race they truly get along with are the centaurs, and they are all up in each other’s business and are best fucking friends.

So, it is fair to say that I have mixed feelings about our alliance as we gather in a tent on the eve of a battle.