Page 7 of Age Gap Wolf's Second Chance Mate

Instead, I finally shift and enjoy that first intense rush of freedom the form gives to me. My senses sharpen and the world around me becomes about what is immediately around me. Thoughts of Mara fade and I am simply physical.

I stretch out and begin to run. My mouth hangs open and I begin to feel like a pup again. In this form, the effects of age are different. I wish some of my buddies were with me, to run with. We wolves tend to be solitary, but we enjoy the company of a pack in stressful times.Shifters, I mean.

I start to move faster, feeling the wind combing through my fur. This is the beauty of being a shifter! My muscles tense and relax and my thoughts fall away into just the strike of my paws on the hard dirt. I hear other animals moving, their slight movements echoing in my ears. I smell them even more clearly, and I briefly toy with the idea of giving a coyote a chase.

The sky is getting dark and my eyesight sharpens even more. Now, the whole area comes alive. My own breathing hits my ears as they swivel to catch the rustlings of the oncoming night. I stop briefly when I think I hear people talking. We shifters may have publicly come out to the world, but that doesn’t mean that a normal person suddenly seeing a hulking giant wolf-looking creature wouldn’t lose their mind. Dire wolf, a thing of fantasy.

Even worse, if that person losing their mind were to have a gun on them.

Eventually, I figure out that it’s safe and I sprint out even faster, turning in circles and snapping at flowers and insects. I would like to say that I’m all serious and moody like in those teen movies, but this is more how I let off steam in this form.

I let the outdoors and the freedom of my anonymity in this form briefly rescue me from thoughts of Mara. But I do have enough sense of time passing to know that it’s getting late and I can’t disappear forever. I growl and begin my meandering trek back to where I left my clothing.

The run back is slower. I try to hold this peace inside myself for when I shift back. Finally, I get to the outcropping and trot up to where my clothes are piled. My chest is heaving and I’m panting. I take just a few more seconds to live in this purely physical world and then, I shift back.

I’m not breathing heavily at all after the shift. Nobody knows why we’re like that. I slowly dress, looking out over where I’ve just run. It’s beautiful, even in this form. I smile at my stupid thought. I feel sentimental and ridiculous. I feel like a pup in love.

Fuck!

This is not where I want to be right now. I didn’t want my time in my shifter form to just make me give in to things with Mara. Damn! Who am I kidding? This is exactly where I want to be. I never really got over her. I didn’t date anyone seriously, no one compared. Mara is a pretty impossible act to follow.

I go to my car and head home, and the whole drive there I can't keep thoughts of Mara away.I know I’m not done with this argument but I’ve said all I’ll say to myself tonight.

Chapter Six

Mara

“I need to rent a backhoe, please.”

The voice sounds familiar but I can’t place it right away. “We’re closed,” I say, standing up from where I’m kneeling in front of a file cabinet. “I can rent you one tomorrow morning.”

Tomorrow morning. Damn it, it’s like ten at night. I’m alone at the office. “How did you get in here?” I ask, turning around to look at the intruder.

To look at Jonah. He smiles and I just stare in shock. “You gave me a key, remember?”

“But… but you’re at the station.”

He smiles and says, “I was at the station. I’ll be going back to the station. But I’m here now.”

“But… but…” Why the hell am I unable to speak, for fuck’s sake?

“But I’m in charge of exercises starting tomorrow and so I want to use a backhoe to tear up the training field.”

“But… but you…”

He laughs and says, “I stopped by your place first. So, I guessed you’d be here.”

I take a breath and it’s like it breaks me out of a trance. I giggle and say, “You don’t need to come up with a rental excuse to see me, silly.”

I guess I really mean that since I walk over to him and by the time I get there, I’m topless and my jeans are at my knees.

I think being so overtly sexual with him (or, of course, anyone) is relatively new. Hell, I don’t know. I just undress myself as I walk over to him. When I’m there, he kisses me hard, very hard.

And then, he has me turned around and bent over the counter. He doesn’t even bother getting my jeans down any lower. He pulls my panties down and a moment later, I feel him ease his cock into me. I don’t know how he makes me instantly ready for him but he does. He slides in slickly and I let out a long, low moan of appreciation.

I can’t pretend I don’t feel pretty damned silly about this. This is a cliché, a silly one.I mean, a woman bent over a counter in the office and…

All right, I can’t quite come up with the cliché. I guess it’s not a cliché, not entirely. I mean, maybe it would be a cliché if he was my boss and I was his secretary bent over the desk. Now, it’s more that I’m just screwing someone at the office and…

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