Page 45 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
“Because you’re his daughter.” Rafe nodded with understanding.
“No.” She shook her head. “Because I’m his possession. And it all comes down to shifter pride.”
Rafe bowed his head. What could he do to soften her distress? He took her hand. “Is there anything I can do to make things better for you right now?”
She stared out to the forest. “Yes. Let’s run through the woods.” When she brought her stare back to him, her expression turned hard. “Hunt with me, Rafe.”
A tremor of excitement bolted through his body. He hadn’t expected her to say that. The idea of running in wolf form with his mate, hunting prey, thrilled him on a deep, primal level. “Of course.”
Desire pooled in her dark eyes. “And then take me to bed.”
His voice caught in his throat. Fuck, he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do more.
When the skies were pitch,save for the moonlight and stars, Rafe and Mila slipped out of his house in the nude. As she shifted, he gaped at her. He’d seen the females in his pack shift, so female nudity and the transformation wasn’t foreign to him. But watching his beautiful mate shift from her gorgeous human form to that of a silver and white wolf struck him with awe. She was utterly stunning, leaving him transfixed. Her fur appeared so soft, begging for him to touch it.
Rafe walked over and stroked his fingers through her fur, which was as lustrous as it looked.
You’re beautiful,he told her.
If they had pups together, would they have her coloring? His dark fur? Or both, a true joining of the packs.
Why did he fantasize a future that might be impossible with both packs still eager to tear each other to furry pieces? He shoved that unrealistic vision out of his mind.
She leaned into his touch.Hurry and shift so I can see your wolf.
He laughed.Patience.He initiated his shift to wolf form.
His wolf padded over to her, rejoicing in the moment where he’d hunt with his mate. He nuzzled her fur with his snout.
Although he’d often led the pack when they hunted, he held back, preferring to watch Mila. She moved with the grace of a sleek predator. Hunting with her was even more thrilling than that of the chase.
Although he often hunted rabbit or other small animals that lived on the mountain, he took her to an area on flatter land near the stream where deer often roamed.
It didn’t take long for her to catch the scent, and they both followed it along the edge of the stream. Several minutes passed before they spotted a lone dear eating grass. They froze and exchanged glances.
He communicated to her,You attack from the right, and I will from the left.
Okay.
On three.He countedand then lunged.
He took the deer on the left flank. Although it tried to get away, Mila prevented it from the right. He snapped his jaws over the deer’s neck to finish the kill.
A few hours later,they returned to his house and shifted back to human form outside. Once they entered and he closed the door, Mila stepped over to him, still naked.
The glint in her eyes was ravenous. “I need you, Rafe. Don’t make me wait.” She caressed his cheek and trailed her fingers down his chest, her gaze descending with her touch.
“Hell no.” He was semi erect from hunting with her.
“So tempting,” she murmured as her touch descended.
A growl stirred in his chest. “Mila.” His voice came out strangled.
She raised her gaze to meet his. His heart thundered with two echoing beats before they came together in a kiss, grasping each other with desperate need. They kissed and clutched each other as they tangled their way through his living room and up the stairwell. By the time they’d entered his room, he was achingly hard.
She pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him. Her hair tumbled over him, as she kissed her way down his neck and chest.
He ran his fingers through her soft hair. “You’re so hot tonight,” he murmured. “So wild.”
