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Gina pulls back just a little, and I hear her chuckle as she teases her tongue up and down the shaft, then sucks my cock all the way down her throat again. Her fingernails dig into my hips as she gets a good grip on me. She starts to bob up and down, using her whole body to move my cock in and out of her mouth. The rhythm is incredibly slow and gentle. My cock is so hard from the teasing and the edging, it’s almost painful.

Then she rocks back and forth, faster and faster. Something inside me lets go, and I stretch out underneath her, letting her own me and devour me.

I’ve never trusted anyone like this before.

The tension sings through me again, and my muscles start to tremble. My body holds back, staying right on the brink as Gina thrusts her mouth up and down.

As my cock swells in her mouth, Gina moans, and a series of sharp cries get caught somewhere between her throat and my cock.

It sounds like she’s coming. Oh my fucking God, she’s coming from sucking my cock.

With a great, ripping cry, my cock blows, jerking and shivering deep in Gina’s throat. She holds on to my hips, keeping her lips wrapped around the shaft and swallowing greedily. As my orgasm begins to die down, she runs her tongue around the swollen head, lapping up any stray drops and mopping them up with her lips.

When she looks up at me, her eyes are glowing, her hair is a wild mess, and she wears the biggest, most satisfied smile I have ever seen. My entire world has narrowed down to one thought.

I fucking love this woman!

Chapter 17 - Gina

We leave the cabin early the next morning and head home. We can stay in neutral territory for a while before we cut across into our own, but I don’t feel safe. I think the other pack wouldn’t hesitate to attack us no matter where we are.

Bailey suggests we travel most of the way as wolves, and I agree. It will mean leaving his pickup back at the base of Mount Wilson, but someone can come back for it later. The most important thing right now is for us to get home.

In front of the tiny cabin, I pack my clothes and Bae’s into a little pack. For a few seconds, we stand in the cold, clear air, completely naked and exposed.

The light is pale, only just glinting across the tops of the mountains. It looks gray and dark where we are, but it’s heavenly bright up on the peaks. Bae looks at me, his eyes glowing with reflections of the sun. I can’t stop smiling at him, and I reach up to softly stroke his cheek.

He leans into my caress, turning his head to kiss my palm. It makes me giggle, and he winks at me.

Bae takes a step back and shifts. I attach the bag to him like a harness and shift as well. Both of us look up towards the nearest mountain, noses high as we assess the area.

I can smell the other pack somewhere upriver. They are a long distance away, and I don’t think we need to worry about them right now. It’s not over, though, that’s for sure.

When I look over at Bae again, he has his head high, looking towards the peak. I slide up against him and give him a little shove. He twists around and barks softly, doing a playful bow and wagging his tail.

Inside me, a huge barrier breaks open. The joy I feel at being out on the mountain with another wolf—especially Bae—is so intense, it cuts through me and shatters all my fears.

I never realized how much I was holding back.

As instinct and emotion take me over, I charge towards Bae, barking and twisting in a circle before running towards the trees. I hear Bae pounding after me, and soon, he catches up and runs beside me, shoulder to shoulder.

I feel myself slipping away. There is nothing but the purity of the wolf. Shame, guilt, anger… all of these become meaningless as I remember my true nature and let go of being human.

The world is… cold, damp earth under my paws… clear icy mountain air… the rising sun, changing from silver to gold… and my mate.

In wolf shape, Bae’s scent is much stronger, and every time I look at him, tingles rush through my body, making my hair stand on end. There is absolutely no doubt that Bae was made for me, and we were always meant to be together.

As we approach our home territory, we slow down and shift back, getting dressed and eating the last of the candy bars. We’re close to human camping grounds now, so it wouldn’t be safe to run as wolves.

“We’ve made great time,” Bae says, tipping back his head to finish a can of cola.

“Yes,” I agree. “It’s barely mid-morning.”

“We’ll take this hiking track, and it will bring us down into the camping grounds at the back of Silver Meadows.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

There is just a bit of awkwardness between us. We’re more comfortable together than we’ve ever been, but still not sure of each other’s boundaries. On our way down the trail, we share a lot of shy looks, smiles, and winks, but keep our distance.

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