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Mate

S adie

I’m usually not a big talker, definitely not in bed, but for some reason I’m moved to narrate. Maybe it’s because a part of me wonders if I can call out the remnants of Anubis’s consciousness. Perhaps I do it to anchor myself to this planet, to this cave, to this carnal play unfolding where Anubis and I are the only stars.

“Anubis. Make love to me. Kiss me.” I rake my fingers through his fur. His body morphed into a giant, but his fur is still soft and silky.

My lips find his and I kiss. He licks me back like the canine he is. But then he kisses, tentative at first, just like last night. Then he takes over, invading my mouth, commanding me to respond.

Our tongues clash as he tugs me to him. My naked breasts press against his furred belly. He’s so tall, his cock is pressed between them. I step closer, loving the feel of his body next to mine.

“Anubis,” I sigh when we pull apart to take a deep breath.

Another drone catches our attention. It has breached the entrance to the cave and is only a few feet away.

Anubis ignores it and resumes our kiss until I hear its motor ease closer. In one lightning-fast move, he grabs it and breaks it in two. He didn’t even move his head to look at it. He performed the entire maneuver from sound alone, like a bat.

Again, without looking, he tosses the pieces directly into the fire, then turns his full attention to me.

I abandon any desire to stop him because I have no doubt Anubis is in that beautiful, bestial body somewhere. He’s not ravaging me like some animal. It’s not as if the bear had decided to rape me. No, Anubis is making love to me. In his own way.

“Anubis, make love to me,” I say as I cup his cheek in my palm and look straight into his glowing red eyes. “Make love to Sadie.”

Anubis

Sadie. This is Sadie. I focus on her face. Sadie.

I growl. I don’t know why. My body isn’t entirely my own. I feel as if I’m being pulled apart inside.

Part of me wants to hunt, to stalk, to kill. The other wants to sheathe myself in this female.

My female.

I’m different. My body feels bigger, more powerful. My senses, already sharp, are heightened. My muscles want to feel exertion. I want to run until I can’t travel another foot. I want to jump and climb trees and swing from limb to limb.

I remember flying yesterday. I want to do that.

“Anubis, I love you.”

Anubis. I have a name. It proclaims everything that’s right with the universe. It not only confirms I’m real, but it means she’s real, too.

I remove one of my hands from Sadie’s fine ass and clutch my cock. It’s hard as metal.

A picture pops into my mind. It’s Sadie’s face from last night, asking if I had desire. Yes. And now my cock announces it for my female to see.

“I love you,” I say, but it comes out as a confident bark.

I try again, and this time I think the word “love” is intelligible. Or maybe Sadie’s just brilliant, because she smiles at me, telling me she knows what I’m saying.

I’m going to give her everything I couldn’t give her last night, but I don’t think I’ll be able to control how I do it. Last night was soft and full of affection. The beast inside me won’t allow that. I should stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt Sadie.

Being in this form is confusing. Everything is distilled down to one compelling urge—kill. No. That’s not right. That was the way it was in the past, when they sent me to war. But now I have more urges. I want to protect this female more than myself. And I want to mate her.

Her hand joins mine on my throbbing cock.

“Do it,” she urges, whispering in my ear. “Take me.”

She guides me toward her as she widens her stance. This beautiful, wonderful female sees me for who I am, knows I can snap at a moment’s notice and be consumed with bloodlust, yet she opens herself to me.

I smell her arousal and know she’s ready, but since I can’t talk, I need to let her know I can still be gentle.

I slide to my knees and dip my face between her thighs. My head may be swimming with base needs and desires, but I remember how I pleasured her last night.

I lap at her. Delighting in the taste of her juices. Rejoicing in the generous way she opens to me. I find the source from where her liquid springs, and delve into its depths. Moaning in bliss, I savor the taste. The taste of my female.

Mate. The word springs forth from the most primitive part of my brain. Sometimes that part deep inside has the worst thoughts, ideas that don’t line up with my more humanoid self. But right now, we’re in agreement.

Mate, I reply.

Every part of me is on board now as I turn my attention back to my beloved, my mate. I lap at her, then lick along the seam of her sex. Her fingers curl into my shoulders as she sighs in pleasure. My cock bobs in excitement.

My primitive self forces its way to the forefront and rubs my muzzle against her, accumulating her smell on my fur, gathering it in the folds of skin near my nose. This is good. I will smell like my mate. Later, when I’ve seeded her, she’ll smell like me.

Pressing my nose against her pleasure button, I thrust my tongue deep inside her. I’ve never had my cock inside a female before, but I know with certainty I’m using the same rhythm with my tongue that I’ll soon use with my throbbing cock.

My Sadie’s not shy. She’s pressing against me, commanding me to give her more. I nuzzle her harder, more wildly, until she spasms around my tongue. I howl with pleasure, still lapping at her until she collapses, leaning her hands and all her weight upon my shoulders.