Page 63 of Wolf Bound

When I got out of that prison, I never expected that I would end up here. For the first time in my life I’m cherished and loved by those around me. This pack has become a family to me which is something I never would have hoped for even six months ago. The pack accepts me for who I am, quirks and all.

Things have felt different with Forr since the healing, like something switched on inside of him. He’s been openlyaffectionate towards me, a genuine smile on his face the whole time. Could he revert back to the hot and cold asshole as before? Absolutely. Am I going to trust the change anyways? Absolutely.

Maybe it’s just my nature or maybe it’s the mate bond that’s continuously pushing me towards him, but I trust him to do right by me. The sting of our past can’t dictate our future, and I believe he’s finally let go of the feelings from his past that have been holding him back this whole time.

The forest is dark around me as I walk towards the house, the crickets chirping around me happily. Breathing in the scent of the forest invigorates me and grounds me. This is home.

My fingers graze the trees, wisps of my magic releasing in beautiful teal swirls that glow in the darkness. The air shifts around me, the scent of my mate reaching my nose just as the sound of his approach tickles my ears.

“You haven’t caught me yet,” I whisper into the darkness with a smile, knowing Forr already thinks he’s won. “I can feel your arrogance from here. Better watch that, it’ll be your downfall.”

“Oh, baby,” he whispers back, his light green eyes glowing as he steps out from a tree a few feet away. “I’m arrogant because I can be. You know I’m going to win, so why don’t you walk that sweet, bite-able ass over here.”

Humming beneath my breath, I shift a foot backwards slightly, almost laughing when I see his eyes narrow on the movement. “You know, I’m not sure I’m quite done teasing you just yet. You’ve been playing with me for months now, I think it’s only fair I return the favour.”

“Is that so?” he questions, leaning his tan, bare bicep against the tree with a smirk. “Then you better get to running, little doe. I won’t give you a headstart this time.”

With that he lunges forward, his eyes trained on me like the prized prey in a hunting contest. Too bad for him I knew what hewas going to do anyways. Going ethereal, I slip through the tree, coming out the other side of it and taking off in a sprint.

My Peryton is preening inside of me, her heart beating in fast tandem with mine. For being a prey animal, albeit a mythical one, she sure does love the thrill of being chased. I can’t say I feel any different. The thrill of being chased by my mates is something I’ll never get over. The image of Forr catching me and pinning me to a tree as he bites down hard on the curve of my shoulder makes me tremble in anticipation.

The things I’ve learned about myself since coming here and finding my five mates would be enough to make the old me blush. The sinful thoughts that often invade my mind nearly bring me to my knees daily. The need to be dominated by my wolves gets me wetter than I ever thought possible. Each one of my mates makes me submit to them in their own unique way, filling a need inside of me that only they awaken.

The drive that Drayton has to breed me, to own me from the inside out. The gentle way Penn praises me whenever I do something right. The way Wes doesn’t let me have even one ounce of control, my pleasure is his to dictate and I’m simply at his mercy. Alaric and I still need to explore things deeper, but the way he makes me feel protected is enough to have me submitting to him completely.

Now I can add the way Forrester hunts me, his predatory chase making me weaker by the minute. When he catches me, he’ll own the last and final piece of me. The moment he pounces and takes me, I’ll be forever completed.

The trees whip past my face quickly, my feet taking me in a natural zig zag pattern through the forest. I can't hear him, but I can smell him through the trees. My heart is pounding a mile a minute as I try to pick up any sound of him while darting through the trees and the under bush.

Pausing, I listen and sniff the air to gauge where he is. I can hear shuffling to my right, but something about it seems off. The wind is coming from the same direction and I can't smell his unique scent in it. Making a split second decision, I head off towards the right.

My adrenaline is pumping with the thrill of being hunted by my mate. I'm naturally a prey animal so this should terrify me, but I feel nothing except arousal and excitement burning in my veins.

I make a quick turn and hide behind another tree, my chest heaving with the effort of the chase. It's becoming difficult to listen when my blood is rushing through my ears. My thighs clench together in anticipation as I catch my breath.

Maybe if I tip toe forward, instead of running like I was, I can get a better idea of where he is and sneak past him. It's not the best plan, but if I don't get my heart rate under better control, I won't be able to hear very well.

"Oh, baby," Forrester growls a second before arms circle around my waist and pull me back against a warm, hard body. "I caught you. I didn't think you would make it so easy."

I gasp and start fighting against his hold. Easy? Easy?! I'll show him how easy this will be. I kick my legs back, trying to hit his knees and stomp on his foot, anything to get him to go down. Forrester chuckles and tosses me in the air, then catches me again. Now, face to face, I bare my teeth at him in an attempt to seem intimidating.

"You're about as ferocious as a bunny rabbit, baby. But if you keep fighting me, I will show you how a real animal fights back," Forrester warns me with a slap on my ass.

Yelping, I fight against his hold harder, the need to fight him an instinct that's taking over. We both seem to need this push and pull, this fight for the upper hand. I grow impossibly wet atthe thought of his warning and dig my nails into his shoulders, pushing down until he hisses.

Forr moves us impossibly fast, pushing me up against a tree, the harsh bark catching on my clothes and skin. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder and I submit to the bite for a moment. I'm so turned on, it's hard to think of anything else. There's no pain where he's biting me, only inexplicable pleasure.

"Forrester," I moan, trying to find my will to fight but losing it in the waves of ecstasy. "Please. Please, I need you."

Forrester growls and reaches down, ripping my leggings in one swift tear, my panties quickly following. He undoes his jeans quickly, and lines himself up with my slick entrance.

"I will take my time with you after this, but fuck, baby, I can’t ignore those pleas," he groans, kissing me deeply as he pistons himself inside of me.

I half gasp, half moan at the intrusion. It ignites the arousal deep inside of me into a flame of undeniable need. My body is already close to the cusp from the adrenaline of the chase and the subsequent fight between us.

His hips meet mine at a punishing pace. I'm lost in the feeling of it all, feeling almost feral for more. I pull back his shirt from where his neck meets his shoulder and bite down hard, causing Forrester to fuck me harder and curse.

"Fuck, baby, Holy fuck, I won't last much longer.” Forrester, reaches a hand between us and circles my clit with his thumb.

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