Page 11 of Evergreen Desires (Wildheart Chronicles #1)
BEAU
Damn. First the hose was getting me aroused, now having an ATV engine rumbling between my legs riding on the bumpy path was not helping the situation. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this horned up, if ever. Jake had clearly lit a fire within me.
Good thing this job was more routine than anything.
I rode along the fence line to make sure it was still intact.
Just needed to make sure nothing had knocked a part of it down, like a large tree falling across it.
In the past it was meant to deter larger animals from walking into the property.
No one would want to be walking the groves and walk up on a bear or something of the sort.
It always amused me that we spent time on fences since most predators would stay clear of a Sasquatch.
But I wanted to also make sure our seasonal crews felt safe as well.
Of course, with the cannabis operation added, there were regulations that required the fencing and keeping it out of the public view. So now it was a matter of necessity.
The south and west portions of the property were all fine.
Circling up the north tip of the property, I passed Will’s cabin with his pickup truck sitting outside.
He had his own driveway into the property that was originally a service road.
It allowed the hauler trucks the ability to enter on one side of the property and exit on the other side when we got to tree cutting season.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was continuing his expansion project of the cabin. I could see where he had started an addition off the backside and what looked like a deck area for a jacuzzi. Good for him.
Okay, back on task.
Continuing the fence line towards the east, something caught my eye.
I stopped not far past Will’s house. In the mud, I saw tracks.
They appeared to be wolf prints. “Well, huh.” We don’t have wolves here in the Olympics.
A bit controversial, but they hadn’t started any plans of reintroduction of them here yet.
I stared at the tracks a moment; they appeared to be about a day old.
Following the tracks, I noticed them skirting around Will’s cabin just inside the tree line.
I’d have to remember to warn Will to be careful.
” Maybe I needed to come for a walk over here more often to spread my scent around.
I shrugged, deciding it wasn’t the most pressing matter at the moment, and jumped back up on the ATV.
The engine vibration was not helping the situation at all.
I found myself thinking about Jake. “Damn it!” I said as I accidentally ran into one of the fence posts, stopping short of knocking it down.
I reached down, turned off the engine, and closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
It was not helping that I couldn’t focus.
Opening my eyes, I looked around. I knew I was alone in the woods, but I couldn’t be too careful, right?
I took the opportunity to lean back on the ATV and unbutton my jeans, pulling down my zipper.
Reaching deep into my underwear, I pulled out my dick, already a little chubby from my daydreams thus far. It was only three tugs within my barely closed grip before it was standing at full attention. My mind in full concentration on Jake.
“Screw this,” I moaned loudly. I threw my leg over the side of the ATV and shucked down my jeans and underwear.
Before tripping, I kicked off my boots and ripped off my socks, casting them off on the ground.
My cock bounced in anticipation. Finally shedding my shirt, standing there fully naked, my erection stood tall, and a low growl rumbled from my chest.
Glancing around once more, I gave in to the transformation that had been building inside me.
My body contorted and stretched until I stood over seven feet tall, muscles bulging and fur sprouting all over my body.
My hair lengthened, making me furrier than I already was, and my cock stood at full attention, ready for what I craved most—Jake's touch.
Without wasting a second, I grasped my veiny shaft firmly at the base and, with a guttural moan, began stroking. My mind was completely focused on Jake as I pumped up and down, pleasure coursing through me. "Jake, that feels incredible," I moaned, lost in the ecstasy of self-indulgence.
My strokes quickened, and I used my free hand to gently squeeze my soft, furry balls.
My mind raced, my body torn between desire and shame.
But I couldn’t stop myself. My hand gripped my cock tighter as I felt my balls tighten.
I forced myself to slow down, trying to suppress the images of Jake that flood my mind.
I tried to distract myself by massaging the precum onto the head, but it only intensified the sensations coursing through my body.
I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
I couldn’t ignore the desire that burned within me, so I resumed stroking, faster this time, my fingers sliding up and down my shaft as I imagined Jake, the man of my dreams, standing in front of me, his eyes burning with desire.
Thinking of him filled me with pleasure, and I took it further, imagining his lips pressing against mine, our tongues entwined in a passionate embrace.
His hands moved down my body, exploring my form as I continued to pleasure myself, each stroke bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.
The sensation sent shivers down my legs.
Unable to control myself any longer, I resumed stroking, my fist moving rapidly up and down my shaft. My other hand returns to my balls, cupping and squeezing them. My eyes closed as I visualized Jake, envisioning the man of my dreams. The building tension reached its peak, and I let out a growl.
"Jake!" I roared as thick ropes of cum spurted from my cock, splattering on the ground before me in a hot, sticky mess.
I was too consumed by pleasure to care. My legs trembled as waves of ecstasy rushed through me, nearly causing me to collapse in a heap.
With cum still dripping from my fingers, I opened my eyes and struggled to regain control over my body.
"Wow, that was intense," I muttered, opening my eyes and allowing my blurred vision to return to normal.
I caught my breath and willed my body back to its human form, quickly dressing myself.
I used my underwear to clean up as much as possible, briefly holding them to my nose to inhale my own intoxicating scent.
My mind wandered to Jake, imagining our scents intertwining.
I tossed my soiled underwear onto the ATV seat and put on my jeans, shirt, and boots. With a satisfied smile, I tucked the underwear into my back pocket. Mounting the ATV once again, I set off to complete the perimeter check before heading to the area where the newer trees were planted.
This part of the grove was serene. Thanks to my Sasquatch powers, these trees, barely a year old, already appeared as if they'd been growing for three years. They grew at a rapid rate. Plus, disease wasn’t an issue for them or for me.
It was part of the supernatural power that nurtured these plants.
Our only concern was potential injury, so I kept an eye out for pests like gophers, voles, and ground squirrels.
Not seeing any signs of their presence, I had no need to roam this part of the grove any longer to scare them away.
As I turned to head back toward where I parked the ATV, I noticed some older footprints.
They must have been about two days old, which explained why I almost missed them.
I sniffed the air but detected no unusual scents.
I followed the footprints for a short distance, realizing that there were two distinct sets—one from boots, the other from tennis shoes.
Anger rose within me before my protective instincts kicked in.
I began tracking the footprints, venturing deeper into the grove, my senses on high alert.
It was challenging to follow the tracks, as they were older and the ground was covered in pine needles as I moved into the groves with older trees.
At times, it appeared as if the tracks vanished, only to reappear a few yards away.
The trespassers seemed to have entered and exited the same way, so I had to pay close attention to the direction of the worn tracks. Tracking became my sole focus.
The footprints led me to the edge of the grove, where I had a clear view of the greenhouse, my house, and the barn in the distance.
They seemed to wander a bit before I noticed traces of the wolf tracks, which weren’t as old.
I grunted in frustration, following the tracks back to the perimeter fence.
I hadn't noticed them during my initial check, as they were mostly worn away. My mind was swirling, considering the possibility of partying teenagers attempting to get a closer look at our product. But there were no signs of littered beer cans or cigarette butts. My mind drifted to Jake, and I hoped that his ex wasn’t somehow responsible for tracking him here.
"Heaven help that guy if that's the case," I growled.
Realizing that it was getting late and that I still needed to take a shower before heading into town with Jake, I cast one last glance around before mounting the ATV and heading back to the barn. I needed to hurry up and take a cold shower.