Page 57 of Whisper Woods

He definitely heard me then.

That terrible excitement is back again, and it is a conscious effort to steady my breathing. Smothering his concern with a mask-like smile, he eases his companion back with a gentle hand guiding his shoulder. The wolf takes the rejection well enough, returning to the dancing crowd with only one or two regretful looks back. Seff doesn’t notice, though.

He’s too busy staring at me.

Or at least, where he assumes I am.

I don’t think he can truly see me, only sense my presence here. He scans the shadows, his nostrils flared, a small furrow in his brow. A frisson of excitement makes my breath stutter as he walks towards the trees, with a quick backward glance to make sure he’s not being followed.

I withdraw deeper into the dark, praying to the Gods that he is as compelled in this moment as I am.

That he will follow.

Sure enough, he does, walking blindly into the darkness of the trees, leaving the safety of his pack behind. He stands proudly, hands on his hips. As absurd as it feels, in his white socks and sneakers, tiny athletic shorts and bare chest, he almost brings me to my knees. I want nothing more than to worship every inch of him. The need is primal, rooted in the very depths of my spirit.

I ache to touch him. To make up for every moment since the last that I have not been able to. To wipe away every trace of all others and replace it with myself. To embed myself in him. The power of the urge shakes me to my very core. It is as humbling as it is terrifying, and I find myself seeking refuge further in the shadows to regain control of my trembling body.

“I know you’re here.” Unable to see my exact location, he keeps his voice low. Just in case. He expels a shaky breath and rolls his shoulders. I can almost see the excitement sparking off his aura. “Here’s the deal. If you can catch me, you can have me. Got it?”

He doesn’t wait for my response. There is just the flash of that dimple and then he’s spinning on his toes, laughing wildly as he propels his body, running into the darkness away from me.

The challenge sparks something in me, solidifying the primal, volatile emotions boiling within me. My hunger for him sharpens with a singular focus, so heady I can almost taste it.

A smile tugs at my lips as I mentally count down from ten. More than enough of a head start for a predator such as Seff. By the count of five he has disappeared entirely, the darkness devouring him completely.

Four, three, two…

I don’t take off in the same hedonistic run as Seff. No, I slip silently between the trees, following the subtle traces of him. The Woods melt entirely away, everything ceasing to exist except for the rapid beat of his heart—a thumping beat that calls me to him.

Tension coils tight in my muscles as I stalk through the trees. There is a snap of a branch, the cracking of the brush under his feet. The thick, muggy air is infused with his scent, it confuses me, turns me about when I think I’m almost close. It is not until I hear his cackling laugh in the distance that I can recalibrate and follow the sound.

The longer I hunt, the bigger the feeling builds in me, until it almost crushes my chest. I know Seff is feeling it too. He’s getting sloppy in his movements, and I almost catch him behind an overgrown fern, of all places. My fingers brush the sweat-slicked skin of his arm before he launches himself away—veritably flyingover a boulder to safety. A loud rumble of thunder covers my snarl as I follow him.

It’s the same thunder that covers my approach when I spy him hiding behind a tree, covered in sweat and mud, chest heaving with each breath. He almost glows with excitement, the air around him swirling with the energy firing off him. I contemplate my approach as I watch him reach down to rearrange the bulging erection straining his shorts. My own cock is aching in my pants, desperate for me to call an end to the game and claim what’s ours.

Thunder rumbles through the sky, vibrating through the ground and up the trees. It distracts Seff enough that I make my move. I come from the side, but he’s blessedly turned his back to me, turning to peer around the tree. I’m on him before he dares to run again, crashing into him with a victorious growl.

“Got you.” I snarl in his ear, manhandling his body, turning him to press his chest against the tree. He’s putty in my hands, letting me manoeuvre and grope him as I wish. I grind myself into him, and he answers, bowing his back to rub his ass against my straining length, one hand reaching back to grip my hair and tug me closer, to bury my face in his neck.

Roughly, I pull down his shorts to palm his ass, kneading it in my trembling hands. I can see in magnetic focus his white knuckled grip on the tree branch he hangs off, the pulse in his throat, the whiteness of his teeth as they bite painfully into his lower lip.

Our rough grunts fill the otherwise still Woods around us as I maul every available inch of skin I can reach, leaving my mark all over him. His whimpering cries fill the chorus, as I stretch him with shaking hands. The air is electric around us, the impending storm feeding the chaotic energy of us.

For one awful, dangerous moment, I fear I may cross the line, when I feel the slickness already inside him, the easy way his hole gives way to my finger. He’s prepared for this. No, not this, not for me, for us. For the full moon. Anger blinds me momentarily, my hand on his shoulder, pinning him in place, gripping him painfully. His hiss of pain pulls me back from the brink of the insane jealousy threatening to take over and ruin this.

My breath shudders as I draw in deeply, allowing myself to fall back into themoment, to drown in him, sinking two fingers into his depths.

“Please, Rafe. Need you. Need this.” Seff cries as I pump my fingers into him relentlessly. Thunder sounds again, rolling through the Woods in warning. It vibrates straight through to my balls, making them draw even tighter against me.

“I caught you, my sweet kushinavya. That means this delicious ass is all mine to do with as I please.” I stretch myself over his back, biting ruthlessly at his ear, tugging at the lobe, making him cry out deliciously. The sound just feeds the feral need inside me.

Pulling back, I drag my hand down his curved spine, delighting in his shiver. I take a moment to open my pants, relieving the aching pressure on my cock. I give it a rough stroke, collecting the pre-cum leaking from my head to coat my length. As much as I wish I could truly see him like this, not just shadows of him, the darkness is a perfect cover for my body's lack of control, skin giving way to scales.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll last, and from the way Seff is shoving himself back on my now-still fingers buried deep inside him, I don’t think he’s far off, either. He sobs when I withdraw my fingers, kicking his feet apart. Despite his disappointment, he parts them as far as the shorts binding his knees allow him, and I step closer, dragging my leaking cock down the seam of his ass. He groans when the head catches on the softened rim of his hole, and so I do it again, chuckling darkly when he desperately tries to angle his ass to force my tip inside him.

“Do you want this, my sweetness?” With one hand I press against the base of his ass to keep him from bearing down on my cock as I notch it against his hole.

“Nrgh.” His groan is muffled against his arm. “For fuck’s sake, Rafe. Fuck me alr—.” His words catch on a cry when I drive myself inside him, filling him with one stroke. As his hot channel envelopes me I want to howl like a beast of the night. It fills my lungs with each punch of my hips into his until I cannot contain it and I let loose, the animalistic sound ricocheting through the night. The Woods answer with another clap of thunder and I curl myself around Seff’s quivering body. Taking his swollen cock in hand, I work it in time with his ass.

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