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Away from town and without a moon to light the land, it was dark, but shifters had keen eyesight, and their wolf's vision was even better.

He could hear the nervousness in her voice, not wanting her to get distracted by all the others running wild in the forest. He encouraged, You know me. Locate my scent, mate.

Peeling away from the others to search out the unique musky scent of the rabbit he could smell, the other part of him wanted to get his mate away and have her all to himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move and then bounce away.

The deep color of the rabbit's pelage, ranging from grey to brown or black—which his wolf couldn’t fully distinguish—gave the animal an advantage, allowing it to blend in with the darkness, much like a shadow to a certain degree.

However, Chanin was doing the exact thing that he’d instructed Morlie, not leaning on his vision but remaining locked on the scent.

He could hear, in the distance, the sounds of his Pack barking, howling, panting, and more than a few moans scattered throughout the woods. It gave him joy to know that, even without the visual appeal of the moon, his Pack could still celebrate who they were.

As he moved fast and kept low in brush and managed the sounds he made as he gained on the cunning rabbit, he felt his energy surge, and the hairs along his spine tingled and rose just enough to let him know his mate was drawing near.

Morlie had found him.

It gave the urgency he needed to stop toying with his prey and seize it.

So, he did. He’d tracked the animal long enough to understand its pattern and ways of escaping, and it took him little time to dash forward at just the right instant and snag it along the back of the rabbit's neck, sinking his teeth deep.

His wolf locked its jaw and shook its head violently, snapping the large rabbit's neck. The plump animal ceased its kicking and flailing.

Then, still holding the fur ball in its jaws, the wolf turned and headed back toward its mate.

It wasn’t long before his wolf ran into the path of Morlie’s charging wolf.

When her wolf stopped and eyed him, and what he held, the she-wolf licked its muzzle and growled.

Chanin’s wolf didn’t wait before it was laying the fresh kill at the maple paws of the smaller wolf, honoring it and symbolically proving that it could provide for her and any pups that came from their union.

For you.

Morlie’s wolf wasted little time before tearing into the meal, devouring it bite after bite.

However, the moment Chanin started to wonder if his mate would understand what was customary to do at this moment, Morlie’s wolf stopped eating.

Using her snout, she pushed the uneaten half of the carcass across the ground toward him, then took a step back.

For us, she responded, pronouncing what was hers was also his.

Chanin’s heart expanded, realizing that the other women had ensured his mate knew the expectations in the lunar mating ritual.

Not that if Morlie hadn’t known, Chanin would have held it against her. No. This night had one goal, and either way, they’d arrive at it.

His wolf consumed the offering. As he finished the last bite, Morlie’s wolf moved closer to his, nuzzling his neck for a moment, taking in his wolf’s scent, then shifted back and licked and nipped at the side of its muzzle.

Then raced away without looking back.

Chanin’s wolf let out four happy barks and launched down the path, ready for the chase. It was his turn to track her. Which wasn’t hard, not because he could see the direction she ran before him, but because the heady scent of her heat perfumed the air and marked the trail.

His wolf’s heart pounded, and Chanin’s need continued to grow.

They ran for over an hour, on and on. They crossed the forest and ensured they subverted other bodies intertwined in various spots in the woods before the two of them ended up following a path along the river.

Her wolf paused and leaned its head down into the water even as it intermittently glanced over its shoulder to watch for his wolf. Then she was off again.

His wolf quickly quenched its thirst and then bounded after the she-wolf.

Finally, his wolf had enough of the nightly games. Just like with the prey, it darted forward and ended up before Morlie’s wolf, cutting off her path.

When her wolf glanced off to the side as if looking for another way to run, his wolf let out a growling bark—a command.

It was Alpha, and Morlie’s wolf could do nothing but submit.

She lowered her head and released a soft whine. However, when the maple wolf’s amber gaze met his wolf’s, Chanin saw the same desire reflected there that was in him.

They circled each other, sniffing and pawing for a few moments.

Until Chanin’s wolf bowed its larger head right alongside her wolf’s neck and nipped at its shoulder. Not hard enough to break through the fur, but right over where Chanin had marked Morlie.

Morlie’s wolf lowered her belly to the ground and then rolled to its back, vulnerable and baring herself to him.

His wolf needed no other provocation before he sniffed her from neck to hind legs slowly, drawing in everything about the woodsy, vanilla musk. The evidence of her need was on display.

Then his wolf wasted no more time before dropping down to all four below her and sank its teeth into the medial muscle on the inside of Morlie’s wolf’s thigh, right above the white mark etched into her skin placed on her, and the tiny scar where Chanin had nipped her the first time they met.

This bite ensured that once his wolf’s claiming-bite healed, the only mark remaining on his mate's body would be his.

Her wolf whined, its body tensed, and out of reflex, its other foot kicked along his wolf’s shoulder rapidly, but Morlie’s wolf remained prostrate, never attempting to break away.

Mine , his wolf growled.

Yours , her wolf capitulated with a sigh.

Shift, little bunny, now , Chanin ordered Morlie.

In the next breath, her petite body was before him.

It took less time for Chanin to transform back and take hold of the curve of Morlie’s hips. He dragged her closer to him and settled himself between her toned thighs.

He paused only a moment to glance at his wolf's bite and ensure it was already beginning to heal before flattening his tongue and dragging it up the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.

“Chanin!” she called out.

The sound of her voice caused a growl of excitement to rumble up his chest as he continued licking up her slit to her clit, his mouth filled with his vibrations and her taste.

She buried her hands in his hair as she arched up against his voracious mouth. As he sucked her swollen clit, consuming the cream coating her skin, his mate rocked herself along his tongue, following his rhythm.

Fuck he needed to be inside of her. It had been too long, but he wanted to watch her come apart and explode around his tongue.

He continued to ply her pussy with attention, moving from those sensitive nerves along the side of her clit that made her hips dance before he slid his tongue inside her, stroking along her tight walls.

When she began to quiver and moan, a sign that she was close, he slipped one hand from her hips to fondle and circle her clit.

But he never stopped driving in and out of her.

Then he did the ultimate, the one thing he knew would bring his mate explosive pleasure and satisfy his craving for her decadent cream to fill his mouth more—he fucking growled.

Allowed the heavy pulsations to build from his beast’s core, through his chest, roll up the muscles of his throat and quake along his tongue to rattle the walls of her pussy over and over again.

Her walls clenched around his tongue as more of her sweet nectar glazed his taste buds, and then Morlie went feral. She gripped him tighter, fisted his hair and, grabbed at the soft dirt of the embankment with her other hand. Then she was screaming into the night.

Even as she shook beneath him, Chanin crawled up her body, stopping to lap and suckle each taut nipple. He worshiped his mate’s body.

Once he was settled between her shaking thighs, he stared down into the beauty of her face, seeing that her normal, golden-brown eyes were still amber, her wolf just like his own, right under the surface, barely leashed.

He took hold of his cock, angling his head right at her opening, but held it there as he moved that hand to trace her curves from thigh to breast. With his other hand, he caressed the side of her face, guiding his fingers over her soft cheek and mouth.

“Little rabbit, I have missed you this day.”

“It was worse because I couldn’t reach you... here.” Her delicate fingers touched his temple.

“Torture for me as well.” He kissed her deeply.

When her tongue curled around him, it took everything for him not to drive into her. Ending the kiss, he met her gaze again. He found he got almost as much pleasure talking with his mate as fucking her. Almost.

“The silence between us brought us to this moment.” He moved his hips, pressing the head of his cock just inside of her.

Morlie’s breath caught, and she arched her breasts up to his chest before she settled again. “Let’s not lose the contact again.”

“Never.” He wrapped an arm around her hips, causing them to tilt at the angle he wanted. “You’re mine, mate. I share my life with you and give you my soul, now and forever.”

Her misty gaze held his, understanding what he was communicating to her, the commitment he was declaring. It wasn’t a wedding, but it was the wolves’ way of uniting. “I’m yours, mate. I join my life with yours and will cherish your soul, now and for-ev-er.”

Morlie’s voice broke on the last word as he thrust forward, burying the entire length of his cock inside of her. Her walls were tight but wet, making his glide smooth.

Chanin groaned. He held her body against his as he kissed and fucked her, deep and hard, giving her all of him and knowing she could take it.