Page 15 of Falling for My Shifter Enemy

His response is immediate. He grips the hem of my t-shirt and tugs it upward to my neck. Cool night air caresses my skin, but it's quickly chased away by the heat of Theo's gaze. .

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers through me.

With deft fingers, he pulls down my sports bra, exposing my breasts to the moonlit night. He pauses for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire as he takes in the sight of me—bare and wanting. I can see the battle within him, the restraint he's trying to maintain, but his wolf is close, so very close.

"Theo," I breathe, my voice laced with need.

He responds with a feral growl, nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck before latching onto a nipple, suckling hard. Pleasure zings through me, my back arching, and I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.

"More," he growls between kisses and laves. "I want more of you, Chloé."

I moan, my head falling back, my body on fire. "Yes," I whisper. "Please..."

Theo pulls back, his breath ragged as he gazes down at me, his eyes wild with desire. Then he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The hard length of his erection presses against my core, separated only by the thin fabric of my clothing.

"You feel so good," he groans, his hips rolling against me in a slow, torturous rhythm.

Pleasure spikes within me, my inner wolf howling in delight. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I encourage him to go faster, harder. Theo obliges, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The friction of his cock against my clit sends sparks of pleasure through my body, andI can feel my orgasm building, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"That's it, little wolf," Theo growls, his voice thick with desire. "Let go. Come for me."

His words are my undoing. My inner wolf howls in triumph as I shatter, crying out his name, my body convulsing around the hard ridge of his cock. Theo's hips stutter, his breath harsh as he continues to thrust against me, prolonging my pleasure.

"Screw it," he pants, his eyes flashing with determination. "I want you. Now."

He reaches for the button of my pants, ready to rip them off me, when a distant howl cuts through the night—a sharp, piercing sound.

Theo pulls back, his breath ragged. “Shit.”

His gaze snaps toward the direction of the distant howl, and something cold and dangerous settles in his expression. The heat between us, so raw and consuming just moments ago, suddenly evaporates, leaving behind a gnawing emptiness as the weight of reality crashes down around us.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he rasps, his voice low but strained, as if it’s taking every ounce of his control to stop himself from continuing. His gaze flickers down to where his hands still rest on my waist, his grip loosening reluctantly.

His jaw clenches, and he steps back. His expression hardens, and I can see the Alpha emerging, the one who’s always ready to face whatever threat looms.

“That howl,” he says, his voice taut with tension, “it’s a warning. Human intruders—probably hunters or scouts.” He runs a handthrough his hair, frustration etched into every line of his body. “I need to check it out.”

The urgency in his tone is undeniable, but it doesn’t stop the pang of disappointment that settles in my chest. The heat between us had been so all-consuming, so raw, and now it’s slipping away, replaced by the cold reality of who he is and what his responsibilities demand of him.

“You should head back to the parking area,” he says, his voice low but firm. He’s already detaching, already slipping into the role of protector, as if our moment together never happened. It stings more than I’d like to admit.

I swallow hard, trying to bury the sense of rejection knotting in my throat. “I—yeah, I can find my way back.”

Theo’s eyes flicker with something—concern, maybe even regret—but it’s fleeting. He nods once, sharply. “I’ll handle this. Just… be safe, Chloé.”

Without waiting for a response, he turns and shifts swiftly back into his wolf form, his massive body rippling with power. And then, with a final glance at me, he’s gone—disappearing into the shadows of the forest, the night swallowing him whole.

I stand there for a moment, my heart still pounding in my chest, unsure of what just happened, unsure of everything. The wild energy between us has dissipated, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

Chapter 8

Theo

I race through the forest, my wolf's paws pounding against the damp earth as I follow the scent trail toward the warning howl. The night air still carries Chloé's sweetness—honey and vanilla mixed with the heady scent of her arousal—making my wolf whine and strain against my control, desperate to turn back. But I force myself forward, pushing harder, faster, ignoring the ache in my chest that grows with each step that takes me further from her.

When I reach the location, several of my pack members are already there in wolf form, their bodies tense as they circle the area with hackles raised. The acrid scent of human intrusion hangs in the air—gunpowder, leather, and that artificial chemical smell they always carry. Though the scent is stale, already fading into the night air, my wolf's muscles bunch with remembered terror.

This. This is exactly why I can't give in to what I feel for Chloé. The forest isn't safe. Humans aren't safe. The memory of my mother's death rises unbidden—the metallic tang of blood, her body broken and cold, the echo of gunshots still ringing through the trees. My chest constricts painfully, and a low growl rumbles through my wolf's body. If something were to happen to Chloé... if I lost her the same way...

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