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WOLFF

W endy and I walk to my hotel so I can get my car.

I found a wonderful spot a few nights ago in the woods nearby while I let my wolf free and went on a run.

I still remember how refreshing the air felt as it ran through my fur and how freeing it was to run through the woods, completely unmarked territory by any other local packs.

Knowing my mate was nearby only made it better.

Now, I get to take Wendy there. I can feel how connected she is to me, and I know I have to tell her the truth. That's what I plan to do. Before confessing everything, I'm going to make sure this is the best damn date she's ever had.

We roll down the windows in the car and let the hot summer breeze through.

I can't help being charmed as the strawberry-blond curls of her hair blow wildly, and she tries to tuck them behind her ear to contain them.

I reach my hand over the center console and hold hers while keeping one hand on the wheel.

She smiles and rests an elbow on the side of the car, looking out at the world passing us by with excitement glimmering in her eyes.

“Where are you taking me?” Wendy asks as I park the car along the side of the road near the woods. I can see why she would be alarmed to go on a date here.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, running out of the car and racing to the passenger door to open it before she does. I extend a hand for her, and she takes it as I help her out of the car.

“I do,” Wendy replies, her tone surprised as if she struggles to believe it herself.

“Then follow me.” I grab a blanket out of the trunk of the car and guide her into the woods, keeping my eyes glued to the path to make sure she won’t hurt herself on anything ahead of us.

“I've never actually been out this way before,” Wendy comments as I hold a low-hanging branch up for her to walk under. “It's beautiful, though. By the time I finish work, I usually have to be home for Naomi, so exploring the area hasn't been much of an option.”

“Then I suppose it’s a good thing I've explored for us both, then,” I joke. We continue walking until we reach a sunny meadow in the center of the woods. No one else is around, and I'm very thankful for that. I want as much privacy as possible.

A nice breeze rolls through the tall grass, and I know I'll smell anyone coming close if they're venturing out here like us.

I spread the blanket out on the ground and both of us take a seat.

Wendy crosses her legs in front of her and pushes the front of her skirt out to cover any skin, being modest.

I smile at her as I think about what we did in the diner. It's cute that she's still shy. Soon enough, I'm going to break down those walls, though.

I open the box of pastries I got from the bakery and break it down to spread them all out. Wendy looks down at them with a soft smile, and I gesture for her to choose which one she wants. There's an array of cupcakes, croissants, tarts, and muffins to choose from.

“In your expert opinion, what would you recommend?” I ask after she takes a raspberry tart for herself.

“Well, I did make the cupcake this morning. But you're under no obligation to choose that.” She laughs and bites into the tart, closing her eyes as she savors the flaky dough and sweet filling. I watch her, then eagerly pick up the cupcake she made.

“You know what they say the fastest way to a man's heart is,” I say as I peel the wrapper and take a bite.

I moan out loud as the banana-flavored cupcake envelops my mouth, with a caramel sauce filling that only enhances the flavors.

She's looking at me with eagerness in her eyes, and I sit upright while nodding my head. “Okay, so you're incredibly talented.”

She blushes and shrugs off the comment. “I was just following Susan's recipe.”

“I think there's more to it than that,” I immediately say, taking another big bite of the cupcake. “I can tell it's something you're passionate about. It's rare that people can find something they love and have a chance to work with it.”

“I do love it. I've always dreamed of opening my own bakery one day,” Wendy admits, finishing the last bite of her tart and dusting off her hands before leaning back and looking toward the clouds above.

“I've always had this dream that maybe Susan and Walter will leave the business to me one day. They know how much I love it, and I know most of their recipes. They play their cards close to the chest, though.”

“Well, if you ever want to experiment with your own recipes, consider me your guinea pig.” She looks down at me with a wide smile and bites her lip softly. What happened in the diner is still lingering between the two of us, and we haven't spoken about it yet.

I'm torn about what to do. I know I need to tell her the truth about what I am.

The news is going to shatter everything she thinks she knows about the world.

The connection we have is real, and she feels it as much as I do.

But is she going to think I'm crazy? Will she be terrified of me and think I'm a monster?

For the first time since meeting her, I'm nervous. I don't know how she'll react, and it could ruin everything between us. Just the thought of her rejecting our bond makes my heart ache.

My wolf is desperate to claim her. He's inside me, trying to force the words out of my throat so I can mark her and make her mine once and for all. I have to fight back against it, and I try to as best as I can. But with every moment in her presence, I feel myself getting weaker.

Her eyes move from mine down to the pastries still spread out before us. I can sense that she wants another, but she hesitates. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, looking back out at the beautiful meadow sprawling around us.

I glance at the chocolate-covered croissant I think she was looking at and pick it up. I move closer, and her eyes fall on me once again as I lift the croissant and bring it to her lips. She smiles and hesitantly opens her mouth, taking a small bite of it.

Neither of us says a word as her teeth sink in and chocolate sauce drips from the inside onto my fingers.

I can sense her contentment as the flaky, buttery crust melts on her tongue.

After she swallows, she looks at my fingers with little bits of chocolate sauce still sticking to the tips and grabs my hand, slowly bringing my finger to her mouth.

Her tongue traces my skin, and I stare at her in awe as she wraps her lips around the tip to suck off the rest of the chocolate. My cock strains in my pants, and my wolf is on the verge of taking complete control.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I pull my hand away from her and lace it through her curly hair to pull her head closer to me.

She doesn't push back as I press my mouth against hers.

She sinks into the kiss, opening her mouth and letting my tongue dance with hers.

I can taste the sweetness on her tongue, and it only drives me further.

My wolf is stirring, simultaneously relieved about the kiss and desperate for more of her.

I lay her down on the ground, climbing on top of her and pressing my lips harder against hers. The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but both of us grow more frenzied with each swish of our lips. I let my hands climb down her body, feeling the softness under my touch as my mouth falls to her neck.

My teeth graze against the soft flesh, and it’s tempting to claim her now, to mark her and make her mine forever. My tongue swishes over the skin before I pull myself away. I can’t do that yet, but my wolf is trying hard to make me.

Wendy moans in my ear, and my cock throbs, desperate to be free of its prison. I part her legs with my knee and trace the skin of her thigh with my hand. I can't get enough of her. I want to explore every inch of her body more than anything.

I pull her skirt up slowly, revealing more of her creamy skin with each inch. I can tell she's nervous, but the awestruck look on my face helps her become more comfortable.

My hand moves between her thighs, and she stops me, looking up at me with worry in her eyes. “I'm a virgin,” she whispers.

“That's okay,” I say with a big smile. “I am too. I've been waiting for you for a long time.”

My mouth crashes against hers, and she grabs my neck to pull me closer as I position myself between her legs.

I press my groin against her, letting the friction relieve some of the desire building between her legs.

She moans into my mouth, and I can taste her pleasure enough that I have to squeeze my eyes tight to fight the frenzy building in my chest.

When I've had enough, I sit up and unbuckle my pants, freeing my hard cock once and for all. She stares at it with her mouth hanging open. I immediately pull her panties down and stare at her wet pussy with the hunger growing stronger.

I spread her legs and examine her, studying every single curve and fold and committing it to my memory. This is my mate. I've waited my whole life for her. I've saved myself for her, and I finally have her now.

I lower my face between her legs and inhale the scent of her arousal, tracing my tongue along her folds as she lets out a desperate moan. She covers her mouth with her hands to try to stifle it, but I look up and shake my head.

“I want to hear you,” I say as my tongue laps against her clit.

“Wolff,” she whispers in a slow exhale. Her body shakes as I continue teasing her with my tongue, letting the pleasure build before it slowly recedes. I slide a finger inside her, knowing that my cock is going to replace it soon enough.

I move my finger in and out while circling her clit with my tongue, listening as her breath quickens, and her entire body trembles from my touch.

“Oh my god, Wolff!” Wendy cries out in a moan, sitting up on her elbows as she looks down at me between her legs, the pleasure overtaking her as she comes on my tongue. I don't stop until she's breathing heavily on the ground and her moans die down.

“You taste incredible,” I whisper in her ear as I climb back up her body. I kiss her, letting her taste her own pleasure on my tongue mixed with the sweetness of the cupcakes. It's a perfect mixture of her that I could enjoy every hour of every day for the rest of my life.

She feels me hard above her and spreads her legs to invite me in. I position myself right outside her entrance and look into her eyes as I slowly push myself inside. Wendy gasps, and I stop, not wanting to hurt her. She bites her lip hard, and I wait for her to give me a signal to keep going.

“Is this okay?” I ask in a strange voice, trying to ignore my wolf begging to fully sheath myself inside her.

“Yes,” Wendy moans, nodding eagerly as I slowly let her pussy envelop me. It feels incredible. I've always imagined this would be a magical moment, but it barely does it justice. It feels like I've come home for the first time.

The connection I feel to her only grows, and I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

My cock throbs inside her, but I wait a few moments for her body to adjust to me before thrusting in and out of her. I'm slow and gentle, knowing this is her first time. I want to make it as pleasurable as possible.

I look in her eyes, seeing how her pupils dilate even more as I continue pumping inside her. I wonder if she feels the same thing I do right now. If the connection she feels to me is growing stronger, like she's accepting our bond.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moan as my cock stiffens more. She clenches around me, on the verge of another orgasm already. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as she tries to keep quiet below me. “Let go, Wendy,” I whisper.

She opens her mouth, and pure ecstasy is freed from it as she cries out. It's enough to send me over the edge. My cock throbs as I unleash myself inside her.

“Wolff, yes!” she screams, her voice echoing through the trees. She tightens around my throbbing cock, and I can’t hold back. I pump harder and faster, letting my wolf take full control as I fill her with my cum.

She's whimpering with each motion, and I stare down at her with satisfaction and pleasure roaring through my body. When both of us are finally settling down, I slow down and pull out of her, looking down at her and feeling content for the first time since meeting her.

My wolf is calm and sated for now, but I know that's only temporary.

I lie down on the blanket next to her and drape my arm over her chest, letting it caress her cheek as I turn her face toward me.

“What did you mean when you said you've been waiting for me?” she asks. There's a faint smile on her face, and that adorable crinkle in her brow is back.

I know this is it. This is my moment to tell her the truth. She felt our bond when we made love, and I know I can explain it. Maybe she'll accept it right away.

“You know, there's more to this world than meets the eye,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. “There's more than just humans, I mean.”

She wrinkles her eyebrow and laughs. “You mean like aliens and cryptids?”

“Shifters. People who have a human form as well as an animal they shift into,” I explain, sitting upright as she watches me cautiously. “I'm one of them. I'm a wolf shifter. That's why I'm here, too. I was looking for you.”

Wendy sits upright and stares at me with all the amusement gone from her eyes. My nerves are on edge, and I reach for her to calm her, but she flinches away.

“Shifters have mates. You can think of it like a soulmate, but it's the person you're supposed to be with.

It's like our other half. I felt the bond between us all the way from Oregon, and I came to find you,” I explain, the look on my face urging her to hear me out.

“I came to find you and take you home. I can bring you to my pack. I have a home there. I have a family that will welcome you.”

Wendy gets to her feet and backs away from me.

She's looking at me like I'm insane. It hurts, but I can't blame her.

It's a lot to take in, and I know she must have a million questions she doesn't know how to ask.

But this is what I feared. My mate, the woman I love more than anything in this world, is afraid of me.