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Wolf

Ifelt the thrill of the hunt rush through me as I chased my Marcella through the woods. Blood covered me, and adrenaline pumped through my veins because of the fight with the rogue creature.

The crazy bastard was starved and wanted my mate. But before I could kill him, my perfect female had taken matters into her own hands and done the job with so much fierceness I felt a swell of pride fill me.

And because of that fight, I was feral, primal, and all I wanted to do was tackle Marcella to the ground, tear away her clothing and rut between her thighs.

I needed to because she was mine and this was the only way I could ensure that, to show her exactly the male she was now tied to for the rest of our lives.

Because I wouldn’t let her go. Never.

“My Little Bird is fast.” My voice was low, but it carried in the wind as I taunted her. Reaching her would have been effortless,but the hunt, the chase, had my cock hard, the length bobbing as I ran faster.

I could hear her heart racing, and smelled how wet she was.

“Is your pussy ready for me, my fragile human?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t answer.

“Are you aching for me to fill you up like I have so much these past few days?”

I paced myself, because I knew as soon as I caught her it would be over. I’d be fierce in my claiming of her, far harder than any other time.

The only way for me to get out all this aggression, possessiveness, and alpha need in me was to fuck my Marcella so hard anything and anyone close enough to hear or see us would know she was mine.

I let her think she was faster because it turned me on even more. I smelled the slight hint of her fear. She might know I’d never hurt her, but she also sensed how wild I was right now. She knew I was treading a thin line of civility, of sanity.

I dropped to all fours and weaved between the trees as I ate up the distance.

My Little Bird was quick.

No more playing. No more chasing. I wrapped a forearm around her middle and hauled her off the ground. She cried out in surprise, and I growled in pleasure at the sound.

She pressed against the trunk of the tree after I turned us.

I wasn’t conscious of anything but fucking her as I tore away her clothes until they were tatters of material around us. I snarled and gripped her waist as I pulled her ass out so her upper body was parallel with the ground, her pussy ripe for the taking.

I couldn’t have spoken even if I wanted to, and so I used my foot to kick her legs apart, and my good girl knew exactly what I wanted.

She spread for me so nicely, so quickly. Her pussy lips opened like flower petals, and any kind of humanity faded as I let my feral side take full control.

“Pink, perfect, wet cunt,” I hissed as I crouched, placed my paws on her ass cheeks, and spread her even wider.

I went feral on her sloppy pussy, licking, sucking, feeling her tremble for me. And when I shoved my tongue into her, making her take the thick muscle with no warning, she was my good girl and gave me her orgasm.

Her pussy gripped my tongue, squeezing the muscles. I felt my cock drip cum onto the forest floor, throb and jerk with the need to be tried in her tight body.

“Tell your mate you want me to fuck you.” My voice was barely recognizable as my animal side took control.

“Wolf,” she moaned, and shook her ass, the mounds jiggling.

I smacked her ass once, twice, and a third time before dragging my tongue over her slit once more, drinking her honey, and stood.

Taking hold of my length, I lifted it, smacking her cunt with the thick head. The wet sound of flesh against flesh pulled a groan from me.

“You feel how hard you make me, little thing?”