Page 109 of Hawke
“That isn’t the point. We are the hunter. Our mate is the prey.” I licked my lips, rubbing my hands together, and Tyr sat on his backside, wagging his tail.
“And that is when we get the cookies?”
With a bit of annoyance, I replied,“Yeah, we get cookies.”
“Yesss!” Tyr jumped over a log.
Again, I questioned why I was paired with him.
Tyr trotted to another tree. He took a deep breath of the damp moss that grew around the other side, causing him to snort. He raised his brow, burying his nose deeper inside the unusual sponge-like plant, and shook his head.
“I can’t smell her,” he said irritated. “I should be able to smell her.”
And we should, but we didn’t.
Then we heard the snap of a twig above us. Darkness fell around us, and the musky smell of our mate surrounded us as the red cape draped over us.
Tyr closed his eyes, savoring the scent of the sunshine and warmth that filled his lungs, forgetting all about the game.
We were the hunters, and she was the prey.
We were to seek her out and gobble her up like the wolf in the story. Tyr was so overjoyed to have her back, he could hardly contain his love-struck emotions.
We were losing, and I didn’t really care either.
Tyr shook the cloak, so it draped on our shoulders, enveloping our body in a thick layer of fabric.
In front of us stood our mate, dressed in a brown leather corset, tight enough to press her breasts together until they almost spilled over her top. The plain ivory skirt with a brown smock swished in the non-existent wind as she approached. With her one hand on her hip, her blonde hair messily skewed over her face, she smirked, brushing the fallen bark from the tree from her shoulder.
Her scent had changed. It was musky and sweet, and a realization dawned on me faster than Tyr because all he did was stand there in awe. His claws sunk into the damn soil, his nose flickering and his eyes widening at her appearance.
She took off out of the cabin earlier than we intended after she changed into proper attire. Bram gave her the clothing, and I was going to kick his ass or thank him for it later.
A flash of gold flickered in her eyes and her sunshine scent radiated once more.
“Her wolf is present,” Tyr rasped.“She is emitting her heat.”
“Glad you noticed.”
Delilah’s usual cheerful voice turned low and downright seductive as she parted her lips, her fingers trailing over her bottom puffy lip. “Shift.”
I’m not one to take orders, but with a heat beckoning me, and a feral look in her eye, I was curious about what she would do.
Tyr gave me control. My body retracted its fur, my bones popping, and I found myself on my knees as my hip adjusted.
Once my head lifted, Delilah pinned me to the tree so fast, I wasn’t able to stand. My knees were parted, and my back pinned against the wide base of the tree. She pushed my feet back, splaying my legs wide. My rock hard cock bounced while Delilah kept her hand pinned on my chest.
Her eyes were not set on mine, but on my cock.
“Looks like the hunter has become the hunted.” She licked her lips, and when she did, I saw her canines had dropped. They were sharp, and the thrill and excitement of her biting me caused my cock to twitch and my knot to fill with seed.
Delilah’s chest heaved, her heavy breasts begging to break free from their confines.
Before I could reach the strings and pull the tight corset loose to let her breasts hang freely so I could fondle them, her head descended, and she took my cock into her mouth.
I groaned, the sound of my voice breaking the eerie silence of the surrounding forest. Then her nails elongated and dug into my thighs. The sudden pain along with her mouth flicking my piercing made me feel the tingle of pleasure at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Delilah, you are going to kill me,” I muttered, my fingers running through her hair.
