Page 77 of The Wolf Professor

“I guess I got in touch with the wildest part of myself. And yeah, I’m finally happy to admit to being alpha—a quiet, introverted kind of alpha.” Charlie snorted, and even he had to laugh at that. Hugging her close, he proceeded to tell her about the days he’d spent wandering with his pack, his visit to his father’s grave. He told her about chasing the scent of ogres, but stopped short of explaining how he’d pulled down a goat and devoured it with his cousins. What had seemed so natural up in the mountains wouldn’t necessarily translate so well in this cozy cottage.

She listened intently, stroking his chest.

“Did you get my text message?” she asked finally.

“What text message?”

“About meeting me at the rut.”

He laughed. “Didn’t have my phone up there, babe.”

“Then how…?”

“I scented you on the wind. I knew where to find you.”

“Oh—ah, that’s kind of—amazing.”

“Seems I’m made to rut after all, at least with one woman.”

She said in a small voice, “Might you, possibly, be interested in going again?”

He pulled back and looked at her nibbling on her lip, her eyes sultry and inviting.

“What—now?”

“Why not? You’ve only really chased me properly as your wolf. What about chasing me as a man through the woods? We have these furs to wear. And there’s some pretty wild fun happening out there.”

Max felt his cock stir. His desire for her was insatiable. And he was so damn comfortable with his need to chase Charlie now.

His heart filled with a burst of pure joy. Charlie had led him to this. And now his life would be all the more amazing because of her.

The future looked wonderful. Filled with love, with his pack—two packs—siring and parenting cubs with the woman he loved. Not to mention the books that he and Charlie would write together.

He couldn’t wait to share it all with her.

With a growl, Max stood, flexing his muscles. Feeling his cock hardening and ready to rut wildly all over again, he wrapped the furs around his body.

“You’ve got a sixty second head start,” he growled, slapping her ass as she squealed and made for the door. “And then I’m coming after you, my mate.”

This time, as she ran, Charlie’s fear was edged with joy. It was the kind of excitement she’d gotten as a kid on fairground rides. Certain that the thrill would land her safely back on the ground.

She would always be on safe ground with Max.

She ran toward the main part of the rut. She heard and saw folks all around, bodies intertwined, legs and arms and breasts, tails and horns and wings and scales. Everyone having so much fun. Squeals of laughter, high-pitched orgasmic cries, and deep belly groans peppered the air as beasts and humans fucked and had fun.

Her pussy may be still swollen and a little sore from taking Max’s knot, but she was wet enough, ready enough to go again.

She was so busy gawking at an orgy that Gina was definitely part of it, all flying legs and tits, that she didn’t look where she was going and ran smack bang into a hard chest.

Two arms came round her, and she looked up into Max’s sharply contoured face.

“Have I caught you already?” His smile was so damn sexy. Sowolfish.

She pulled back, giggling. “I don’t know. MaybeI’vecaughtyou,” she said, feeling down his body to where his cock was tenting the fur cloak. With a moan, she sank and parted the furs, took him in her mouth as he growled out dirty words. It was wild and wanton, and she didn’t care if anyone saw.

And even more exciting was that Max didn’t give a damn either, as he held her head and let her work him.

He groaned, and she squeezed his knot and felt it swell and fill her palm. Her pussy ached and begged to take him, but she wanted to pleasure him first.

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