Page 61 of Broken Chains

Peyton grinned down at me and reached out to run her fingers through my fur. “Magnificent,” she praised as my wolf danced around proudly.

She shifted next to me. We had very similar grey coloring and patterns, only her wolf was much smaller than my own. She nodded her head towards the backyard and took off running. I didn’t hesitate to follow.

I ran, stretching out my legs and straining muscles I couldn’t ever remember using. The burn in my lungs as we increased our speed made my heart race. I followed Peyton, dodging low lying tree limbs and jumping over rotting logs. I could feel the earth pounding beneath my paws and the world around me was brighter and more vivid than I could ever remember seeing. It was exhilarating and amazing.

When we came to a small creek, Peyton splashed around happily. My wolf joined in playfully. When she brushed up against me, she smelled woodsy and a bit like wet dog. I had the overpowering urge to cover her in my smell. My wolf tackled her to the ground and rubbed our scent all over her.

All my stress melted away as we ran and played in the woods behind the house. I honestly had never realized just how important it was to let my wolf out and run. By the time we got back to the house and shifted into our skin, my wolf was the most content I could ever remember.

“That was amazing,” I told Peyton.

“I’ve tried to get you to run with me before. Why do you always put it off?”

I shrugged. “I’ve told you, we never really had a place to run, so it’s never been a thing. I’m not sure I realized what we were truly missing, you know?” I reached out and pulled her against my chest. “Maybe we should start making it a regular thing.” I meant it, too. Running with Peyton had been incredible.

“I can’t go more than a week without letting mine out or I just feel off and edgy. So yes, please let’s make this a thing.”

“As you wish, Mrs. Smith,” I said with a sly grin as I leaned down and kissed her.

It didn’t take long before she deepened the kiss and I knew she was as hungry for me, as I was for her. Standing in our backyard, entirely naked with no fear of neighbors and anyone watching, heightened my desires as I was instantly consumed with need.

Peyton pulled back, and I knew she felt how hard I was growing. Her eyes were wide in surprise. “Here?” she whispered.

I laughed, then started kissing her again, talking as I gave her quick pecks on her lips, cheek, and down the column of her neck. “Right here, right now, babe. Who knows when the next time will be that we have this place all to ourselves.”

She gave me an evil grin just before dropping to her knees before me. I groaned and threw my head back with pleasure.

I ran my hands through her silky hair as my body quaked from her attentions. When my breathing began to speed up and my pulse began to pound I knew I had to stop her before things ended much too soon.

“Peyton,” I warned through clenched teeth, and could feel her smile around me as she picked up her pace. “Peyton,” I tried again, but she was too determined, and I was too late, already past the point of no return.

My muscles clenched, my balls tightened, and then I just let go as I moaned her name aloud.

With a satisfied smirk, she rose, licking her goddamn lips. My heart was still racing, but I shook my head and stared at her much as a predator would homing in on his prey.

“My turn,” I said.

Peyton squealed, turned, and ran for the house. The wolf in me pranced in delight as I gave chase. I was hot on her heels as she headed upstairs and straight for the bedroom, giggling the whole way.

I caught her as she was trying to climb onto the bed and pulled her back, kissing the bond mark I’d left on her exposed neck.

“I’m going to need some time to recover after that, so in the meantime, you’re all mine,” I said in a husky voice filled with promise.

She sighed and relaxed against me as my fingers toyed with her nipples.

“I’m yours forever,” she said. “Only yours.”

“Mine,” I growled, feeling more possessive than ever and ready to show her exactly how much she meant to me.

I turned her and gently laid her on the bed. There had never really been any shyness with my mate. She spread her legs wide in invitation. I didn’t hesitate to join her. Her scent was like an aphrodisiac to me and my single focus was set on pleasing her in every way possible.

It didn’t take long before she was quivering and screaming my name. I didn’t let up though, paying careful attention to every sensitive spot I had come to learn. Studying her responses to me had quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.

After bringing her to her peak twice, I started growing hard again. I stood against the side of the bed, and with a growl I pulled her to me, placing her legs on my shoulders as I slammed into her without any anticipation. She groaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as I gave her time to adjust to my intrusion before setting a steady pace that I knew neither of us would sustain for long.

I could tell she was already sensitive and fighting exhaustion from my extensive foreplay, so I didn’t let up as I took her fast and furiously.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oliver!” she started yelling. With the house empty there was no need to hold back.

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