“I think my wolf wants out. I’m supposed to respect what she wants, right?” That was one of the main concepts of the feral pack’s training. Accepting and respecting that the wolf was their own being, and that his or her desires mattered just as much as a human’s.
“Yup.”
I sighed. “So much for hiking.”
“We’ve got plenty of time.” He squeezed my hand before releasing it. “My wolf will want to run with her anyway.”
He always did. They’d spent an insane amount of time together while she was hunting him. It was cute to see them together, even while I was trapped because of her hunt.
Graham dropped his shorts while I worked my shoes off, and I couldn’t help but eye his body.
The man was outrageously attractive. I didn’t think that could ever get old.
“Checking me out, Stell?” His voice was playful, his hand skimming my hip as I unbuttoned my pants.
“Always.”
His grin returned again. “The feeling is mutual.”
I could definitely get used to that. His happiness.
I stepped out of my clothes until we were both naked in the forest.
It was kind of intimate…
And kind of fun.
Graham’s eyes went red, and he shifted in an instant. His wolf moved closer, brushing up against my thighs. I scratched his head, bending down to look him in the eyes as he rubbed up against my side.
“Hey, Handsome,” I teased. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
The wolf rumbled in agreement.
Furball nudged me again.
Before I could force myself to give in to what she wanted and shift forms, Graham’s wolf licked my shoulder.
And bit me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, as the momentary pain quickly vanished. Instead of forcing me to shift the way it would’ve in a typical hunt, it sent heat rolling through my body.
My cheeks flushed as Graham shifted back.
His eyes were so hot, the rest of me heated too.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
“It would behardnot to.” I dragged my hand lightly over his erection, making his chest rumble again. “We should go inside.”
“Should we?”
“Are you feeling a little wicked, Teddy Graham?”
“Hell yeah.” He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me lightly at first. When I buried my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss, hegripped my ass with one hand and one of my tits in the other. Our mouths and tongues were rough as we moved together.
The head of his cock was pressing against my slick entrance when the sound of tires on the dirt road had both of us freezing.
My head jerked toward the road, trying to gauge how far we were.
