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And at night I held her, letting her use my body for cushioning and warmth as I wrapped my arms around her, my tail curled around her waist.

When she was sound asleep, I prowled outside, stalking the familiar trails and land surrounding the cabin.

But now here we were, the day she told me she was supposed to leave, a boat coming to pick her up. I became surly at the thought of anyone getting close to her. I became territorial at the thought of anyone even looking at her.

But if I wanted her to trust me, I had to do the same.

And so I stood back and watched, stayed hidden and let my perfect female control the situation.Just this once.

Even from a distance I could smell his apprehension, saw the way his wrinkled face took on an inquisitive, maybe even slightly concerned expression.

He wasn’t a fool. Age and experience had made him wary. He might’ve even heard about my kind over the years, fables about the beastly wolves that lived deep within the Alaskan wilderness.

But he finally gave a nod and turned to leave. My Marcella stood by the shore, watching until he rounded the bend and was out of sight.

When she turned, I expected to see a little apprehension, maybe even regret, on her face that she made the wrong decision. But what she gave me was the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.

She took a step toward me and I moved out from the shadows of the forest. And then she ran to me. I held my arms out just asMarcella jumped into them, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

I buried my snout in her hair, inhaling deeply and letting out a very pleased rumble.

“My Marcella,” I said softly, and slid one paw down to cup her ass, the glorious mounds overfilling my palm. “Mine.”

EPILOGUE

Marcella

Iwas sore, sweaty, and cum was a steady flow out of my pussy, making me drenched between my thighs and getting the furs beneath me all sticky.

“Have I told you I love the way you smell after I fuck you good and hard?”

I laughed softly, but I was so tired, my body fantastically spent that it didn’t sound as energetic as it normally would have.

“It’s because you insist on coming so much, then smearing it into my body like it’s lotion.”

He grunted, clearly pleased with that description.

I looked over at Wolf as he made his way down my belly, over my hip, and dragged his tongue along my thigh and calf.

He circled my ankle with his fingers and lifted my leg, drawing his tongue over the arch before licking my toes and the top of my foot.

I’d never been more sated or happy in my life, especially as I felt Wolf start his nightly routine of licking every single inch of me after he fucked me raw.

This part of aftercare he provided me brought our entire sexual encounter full circle. And it was because he truly enjoyed doing this. It was one extra layer to Wolf that I was finding I loved about him more each day.

Over the last several months, I got used to this very different lifestyle. Althougheverything had been so easily accessible in the city, as the time passed and I got accustomed to living in the wild, I realized none of that materialistic stuff mattered. None of it had made me happy.

Wolf filled a void inside of me I hadn’t realized I had. He taught me how to hunt and fish, how to pick berries and mushrooms that were safe for us to eat.

He showed me how to skin an animal, which was my least favorite thing. I was too much of an animal lover, even if it was necessary for our survival.

He gave me one last lick before settling down beside me, his forearm flung over my body, his paw molding against my belly.

I placed my much smaller hand over his, smiling. It wasn’t just about us anymore. We had a little one on the way.

Wolf held me as I thought about the things I’d initially missed. Cheeseburgers from Rowdy's, the local fast food place in the city. Or enjoying hot fudge sundaes while binging mindless reality TV and drinking a bottle of wine on a Saturday night.

But even after missing those things, they didn’t compare to how perfect this new life was with Wolf.