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My wolf’s silence, and his claws digging in the dirt, told me one thing—he was interested, but he wasn’t interested in hunting her. He was stalking her.

If it was for prey, he didn’t let on. He was more interested in watching her, I still had yet to know his true intentions, but I knew one thing—I needed to be more conscious from now on, with his interest in this female.

Hell, she was pretty to look at, not a burden upon me in the slightest.

She stepped forward, her back toward us, and I got the view of the most perfect, round ass I had ever seen. It wasn’t one of those skinny human females we usually rescue, none of their fault because they have been abused for so long—this female has been well-fed.

I wanted to sink my hands into that bountiful ass. It was meaty and soft, and her hips were wide, perfect for fucking and bearing pups. If I was in my human form, I knew I would be able to get it up.

She slung her dark hair over her shoulder. The tips of her hair held a pink hue.

My wolf inched forward to get a better look, and she stopped once her feet hit the dirt. She turned to look around her as if she knew someone was watching.

Smart girl.

And fucking gorgeous.

My wolf’s eyesight is strong. I can see her big brown eyes from here. Thick lashes, pouty lips and fuck, she’s got a rack thathangs low. I wanted to do nothing but beg the Goddess to hold her breasts up for the rest of my days.

Does her back fucking hurt with those? I feel it is my duty to help this blessed human.

My wolf’s claws sank deeper into the soil. His mouth salivated and a low purr resonated in our chest.

She turned her head slightly to the side after she put a towel around her body. Her gaze fixed on us lurking in the bushes. I felt a surge of panic and excitement run through my wolf as she stepped the rest of the way out of the water, her eyes never leaving us. She didn’t seem scared; rather, she appeared curious, intrigued even. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and my wolf’s heart pounded in response.

I tried to push him back, to take control and assess the situation, but her presence captivated my wolf. He wanted to explore, and to discover more about this enchanting creature that had wandered into our territory. It was not just lust driving his actions; there’s a deeper connection, an inexplicable pull toward her.

Fuck, fuck! No fucking way.

As she approached closer to the bushes where we were hidden, a subtle fragrance wafted towards us. It was a heady mix of coconut, like a Pina Colada. I’d always liked those since arriving to the Earth realm.

I would never tell a soul, but Pina Coladas were my favorite drink.

And, I wanted to drinkher.

Her smell was like a witch's spell; bewitching my wolf. He inhaled deeply, and his nostrils flared with the scent of this mysterious woman.

I tried to regain control, to push back against the growing hunger in my wolf, but, it was a losing battle. The longer I had been in this form, the more he had control. He took overcompletely, his instincts overriding any feeling I tried to push toward him.

With a sudden burst of energy my wolf rushed from the bushes, startling the woman. She stumbled back in shock, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. But, my wolf didn’t attack; instead, he circled her.

He paced around her slowly, sniffing her hair and her skin, but leaving enough room so she couldn’t touch him. She stood frozen, unsure of what to do as my wolf continued his inspection. Our head stood close to her breasts; we are large for a shifter and I was surprised she hadn’t tried to run.

Then again, she wouldn’t get very far.

He brushed against her leg, his tail wagged slightly, in a sign of his amusement.

I struggled against him, trying to regain control over my body. But, he ignored me, too consumed by this woman. She tentatively reached out a hand, her fingers trembling as she hesitantly touched the fur of my wolf’s back.

A low rumble escaped my wolf’s chest, a sound that was both threatening and inviting. The woman pulled her hand back quickly, and her eyes narrowed in confusion. But, instead of running away in fear, she stayed where she was, watching my wolf with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

My wolf suddenly sat down in front of her, his gaze never leaving hers. He tilted his head to the side and studied her intently.

Goddess, she is fucking beautiful.And, nearly naked.

If only my wolf had some sense in him and pulled that damn towel off her, she could do nothing about it.

Yeah, I’m a sick fuck.