Page 121 of The Beta's Blind Date

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t think shifting will be an issue, though.”

“Well, just in case, I’ll have you stay dressed. I don’t want you standing naked in the snow for however long she takes to come forward. I mean, not that I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you naked again, but…” She rolls her eyes at me and my lips twitch. “There are extra clothes for you in here,”—I show her the backpack I brought with me—“that you can put on once our wolves are done frolicking.”

Her brow quirks up. “Frolicking?”

“Yeah. Or whatever it is you want to call it. Running, playing, frolicking…” She sighs and laughs, then pulls her coat and beanie off and hands them to me. “The best part is, this time, we’ll be able to communicate while in wolf form since you’re a Crescent Lake member now,” I add as I set the bag and her outerwear in a tree hole.

“Definitely the best part,”she says to me via mindlink.

I turn around, and she’s already shifted, her wolf shaking her fur and stretching her legs. Her tan and gray marbling pops against the white of the snow and the green of the redwood pine needles.

I squat down, and she trots over, attacking my face with wolfy kisses before I have a chance to get my hands on her. I scratch behind her ears as she continues attacking me with her tongue, lifting her paws to set them on my shoulders.

“Hey!” I exclaim as she puts all her weight on me and knocks me onto my back, her wolf lying on top of me with her nose under my chin, her head resting on her paws. “That was unnecessary,” I whisper, out of breath from the fall.

“Sorry,”she says through the link.“She was very excited to see you and sort of took full control. It’s the first time I’ve shifted since feeling our mate bond.”

“It’s fine,” I say with a smile, petting her fur. “My wolf is just as eager to see you and your wolf.”

I stroke down her back, then lift my hands back to her head and do the same, like I did the first day she shifted into her wolf for me. But this time, I don’t have to hold myself back or fight my wolf like I did then.

“It was so difficult for me to hold myself back from you the first time I saw your wolf. She’s so adorable and, as I recall, a tease and a show-off.”

“She is embarrassing. I still can’t believe she made fun of your wolf like that! I wanted to bury my head in the dirt.”

“It was hilarious, and we loved it.”

“Your wolf didn’t look very amused.”

“Like I said, I was holding him back, and we were hanging on to our control by a thread.” I sigh and pat her fur. “Okay, let me get up so I can shift, too.”

She hops off me and sits on her haunches as she waits, her tail wagging. I wink at her and pull my shirt over my head, then take my time as I pull my sweats off, flexing and tensing my muscles more than necessary as I do. She huffs out a sigh, and if she could, her wolf’s eyes would be rolling. But I also know she likes what she sees because I feel a sliver of desire through the bond.

When I’m in my boxer briefs, I turn and place my clothes in the tree with the backpack, then face her again, my hands on my hips as I take several deep breaths. Her eyes follow me, and her anticipation hovers on the edge of annoyance, and I can almost hear her counting down the seconds until I strip myself naked and show her the goods again.

But instead, I shift right then, shredding through my underwear, my large, powerful beta wolf towering over her petite, feisty wolf.

“Tease,”she growls in my mind.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t appreciate the buildup.”

She doesn’t reply. She just darts forward and rubs her body along the side of mine, nuzzling into me and leaving her scent on me. My nose buries into the scruff of her neck, and my wolf’s tongue darts out, licking and nipping at her marking spot. Her wolf whimpers and presses her body harder against mine, baring her neck to us, just like Taryn did in the kitchen at breakfast.

And then, as quickly as she submitted to us, she takes off, sprinting through the forest and weaving around the redwoods and the brush, her tail whipping in and out of sight as she goes. I laugh and my wolf lets out a howl, taking off after her, following her scent with ease.

We spend most of the day racing through the forest and over the pack grounds, taking turns chasing each other and nipping at each other’s heels. Our wolves pounce and tackle each other, rolling around on the forest floor, rambunctious and playful even in the icy air and the heavy snow. My girl never once complains to me about the cold, and her wolf is thrilled to be free after being unable to shift for almost a week.

But I am selfish, and I want her back in my arms, her naked skin warm and smooth against mine, those little whimpers and moans filling my ears, and her scent and arousal filling my lungs.

“Let’s get dressed,”I mindlink her.

She turns and follows me back to where we left our clothes, and we both shift out of our wolves at the same time.

As soon as we do, she’s in my arms, her lips locked with mine and her long legs wrapping around my waist as I lift her by her ass. I squeeze and massage it, my fingers almost touching her center, and I press her back against a tree, her arms clinging to my neck. My hips roll against hers, my rock-hard dick sliding along the soaking wet valley of her pussy lips.

Our tongues tangle and tease, my hand bracing me against the trunk of the tree. Moans and sighs release from both of us, muted by our mouths and their unwillingness to part.

She bucks her hips, the delicious friction sending an indescribable pleasure coursing through me. I explore her body with my hand, using my hips and torso to keep her pinned to the tree. Neither of us can catch our breath, and her skin erupts into goosebumps as I cup her full breast and roll her nipple between my fingers, tugging on it to harden it further.

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