Page 44 of Forbidden Devotion
“All right.”
“Good, then let’s run.”
Mitchel took off, the first two steps in human form. Then he leaped, executed a radical shift midair, and landed gracefully on all fours, still running.
Yeah, he might have been showing off a little. Not many wolves could shift midair like that. He ran in a wide loop, stretching his legs, and circled back to Sinclair, who still stood where he’d left him, watching with that expression of awe Mitchel couldn’t get enough of.
Mitchel pranced forward, yap-barking at Sinclair to get him to move, and when he did, Mitchel discovered he had quite the reason to be in awe as well.
Sinclair put on a burst of speed Mitchel hadn’t thought possible and left him in the meadow alone.
Awesome!
He loved the chase, and Sinclair was gloriously fast. With the dirt beneath his paws and a joyful howl bursting from his throat, Mitchel raced after him.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Sinclair
Sinclair had always loveda good sprint, but he could never keep up with his turned vampire counterparts. They were much faster than living vampires, and all of their senses were further heightened than his own. But Sinclair could move much faster than a human, and a race through the forest burned his lungs and supercharged his heart.
Darting through the woods with a sexy werewolf nipping at his heels was unlike any high he’d ever known. Sure, Mitchel could tackle or pass him anytime he wished, but Sinclair got the sense that it didn’t matter. They were both having a great time going at Sinclair’s pace. He chose the path of least resistance, using his excellent night vision to pick the simplest route through the trees, dodging branches, holes, and rocks with ease.
After a few minutes leading the merry chase, Sinclair wanted to watch Mitchel run in his wolf form. He turned swiftly and let Mitchel pass him, then followed him.
Mitchel, athletic in his human state, was unparalleled as a werewolf. Muscles worked in flowing grace. Fur slicked back in the wind. A sight to behold. From the top of his head down his back to the tip of his tail, his hair was dark charcoal-gray flecked with a lighter gray. His flanks and his legs were solid black. His coat was glossy in the moonlight, and his eyes shone in the darkness.
Gorgeous.
Though he wished he could keep going, Sinclair needed a rest to catch his breath. Mitchel seemed to notice and drew to a halt.
Breathing heavily, Sinclair sat down with his back against a tree, and Mitchel padded over and settled next to him.
“That was incredible,” Sinclair said on a whooshing exhale.
Mitchel yipped his agreement, leaning in.
Sinclair gave his neck and shoulders a good scratch. “You’d let me know if you didn’t want to be petted, right? You’d walk away or something?”
Mitchel only leaned in harder, resting his substantial weight against Sinclair’s heaving side.
“Okay, good. I like it too.” Sinclair slid his fingers deeper into his soft, warm mane.
They sat there for maybe a half hour, listening to nature’s sounds around them and enjoying the cool night air. In the distance, the other wolves called to each other, their howls carrying on the breeze. What were they saying to each other? Once, Mitchel called back to them with an impressive howl, and Sinclair breathed out, “That was so cool.”
Mitchel licked his face and shot up, ran ahead and stopped to look over his shoulder, encouraging Sinclair to follow. He could hardly say no, and just like that, they were running again, taking turns chasing and tagging each other.
Mitchel was going easy on him, and they were both having fun, but Sinclair was ready to see the wolf truly set loose.
“Come on, Mitchel. Show me what you can really do.” Sinclair wasn’t sure what to expect. A burst speed? Another midair shift?
Neither of those things happened. Instead, Mitchel leaped straight at him, knocking them both to the ground with a huff from Sinclair and a possessive growl from Mitchel.
Sinclair flopped to his belly, laughing. Mitchel rolled on top of him, pressing his chest to the ground. Hot jaws clamped down on his shoulder. Teeth dug into his flesh but didn’t break the skin. A jolt of heat rushed down his spine to coalesce between his legs.
“Fuck.”
Mitchel collapsed his weight onto Sinclair’s back and pinned him under his powerful jaws. Sinclair moaned, shocked at the pleasure this sensation brought with it. He wanted Mitchel to bite down.
