“You look beautiful,” Decker said.
She turned to see Decker coming out of the forest. He was completely naked. All of his hard, heavily inked muscles were on display.
“Why did you get so many tattoos?” she asked.
“I like them.” He stepped up behind her. “Why haven’t you turned?”
“I like to feel the moon on my skin. Why haven’t you?”
“I watched you first.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Did you know every single full moon I found you?”
“I know.”
“Then why did you never call me out on it?” he asked.
“If you wanted me to know you were watching me, you wouldn’t try to hide from me.”
“I never wanted to hurt you, Misha.”
She closed her eyes, leaning back, feeling his heat surround her. It shouldn’t feel this good.
Three years of rejection shouldn’t feel like this. She should hate him, make him work for it. Do something that made him wait.
“And you think rejection didn’t sting?”
He pressed his lips against hers. “I’m not going to stop anymore, Misha. You’re my mate.”
She tore out of his arms, taking off at a run and charging forward. Feeling her wolf coming forth and excited, wanting out and to run.
Within seconds, she burst forward, finally running on all fours as her fur took over. She felt her wolf, the need to run, the power in her body. These precious moments that bound to her wolf were some of the best of Misha’s life.
Decker didn’t take the hint. He ran beside her, nudging her with his hard body.
Her wolf liked that. She loved being close to Decker.
Traitor.
She couldn’t deny her attraction to him. All she had wanted was for him to want her, and now that he did, she was afraid.
What did he want from her?
Was this to scratch his itch? Did it mean more?
She charged forward, diving around trees. Coming to the edge, she stopped, turned her body, and started to run back.
Decker was taken by surprise by her actions, but it didn’t stop him. He gained on her, and all of a sudden, he took her to the ground.
Misha turned, going back to human form as she was about to hit the ground, but Decker changed just after her with enough time left to spin them so that it was his back that hit the ground, and she was the one straddled atop of him.
They were both panting.
Decker’s hands were on her ass, holding her close. He let go of one of her ass cheeks, sliding his hand up into her hair. She closed her eyes, pressing her head against his touch, not wanting him to stop. This wasn’t helping.
With how she straddled him, she felt the heat of his cock. The memory of him leaving her alone and naked in the forest was too strong.
“I won’t leave,” he said. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Take him.
Her wolf wanted to mate. The truth was that Misha wanted to feel her mate inside her as well.
Keeping her eyes closed, she gasped as the length of him seemed to slide between her slit, grazing across her clit.
“I am never going to leave you, Misha. You are mine.”
They were the words she always wanted to hear. Why was he saying them now?
Does it matter?
Let him take you.
She opened her eyes, staring down into his blue ones. His scent was intoxicating. This was a dream come true. She didn’t care if she woke up.
Misha put her hand to his chest and broke the distance, kissing him.
Decker gripped the back of her head, kissing her back. His tongue slid across her lips, and she opened up, tasting him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. This time, he sucked on her, and his guttural groan aroused her even more.
If it was even possible, it felt like his cock got even harder.
She pulled back and lifted, just enough to reach between them. Aligning the tip of his dick to her entrance, Misha paused and stared into his blue eyes.
Her mate.
Her life.
Her world.
This was their chance.
Slowly, inch by inch, she sank onto his cock, and this time, there was no pain. Decker had already taken her virginity.
His hands went to her hips and pulled her down. She felt him go to the hilt within her.
Putting her hands on his chest, she arched up, feeling the moon on them as it filtered through the trees.
His cock was so long, so thick, and it was so deep. This was … everything.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Don’t stop, Misha.” He moved his hands back to her ass, and he gripped her, lifting her, and they started to rock together.
Moving up and down his length, she cried out as with each jolt, he seemed to hit a part deep inside her and keep on going. He was so powerful.
“No, look at me,” he said.
She had closed her eyes, but hearing his command, she did as he asked, staring down at him, watching him, and waiting for him to order her again.