Page 111 of Howl You Doin?
“I’m trying to bloody apologize here.”
“Go shove your apology up your ass,” I bite out, wanting away from the conversation.
A deep growl reverberates from his chest, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Yellow bleeds into his irises as his eyes slit into a glare and his claws extend.
His voice is dark and gravelly, revealing his fury, when he says, “You can either talk to me, or you can run, but if you run, I’m going to fuck you in these woods.” He walks toward me with a hungry gaze, and I find myself backing up when the growl he gives me has my nipples pebbling. “You are my mate, and no matter what happens, that will never change. So, if you don’t want to talk, we’re going to fuck this out, and I can’t promise what form I’ll be in.”
I can’t help but glance down at the hard length pushing at his slacks, and my body instantly reacts. Wetness pools as soon as my brain registers his words.
Shivers start at my scalp and skitter down my body from the low rumble he’s emitting, and my heart begins to race. Surely, he’s not serious? My emotions are all over the place, and I’m not sure how to even react right now.
The closer he gets, the more his scent invades my nostrils. He smells delicious, a mixture of citrus and sandalwood, and it makes my lady bits perk up, even as fatigue lines my bones. I’m absolutely exhausted from running the last few hours and unable to shift forms.
I’m still so angry as well, but my mind races with images of him chasing me, and it has my insides cheering. Gosh. Just put a red hooded robe over me and I’ll happily find the answer to: “Oh my, what a big tongue you have there, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.”
“Choose,” he demands, his eyes flashing yellow. “Talk or fuck?”
He takes another step, and I bolt.
Connor roars behind me, deep and multilayered, and it’s very muchnothuman sounding.
It sends a tremor down my spine that conveniently pulls at my clit. Fuck, I’m not going to make it very far if that’s what he can do now with that inhuman roar. It already has my back wanting to bow.
I beat feet, pushing myself as hard as I can. Branches sting, tearing at my uncovered arms as I run with the sounds of pounding footsteps behind me, and I curse myself for sprinting so hard earlier. Crisp air floods my nostrils, the clean scents of the forest surrounding me as my hair whips wildly behind me.
I push myself as hard as I can with my last reserves of energy, dashing into the woods as a howl—one I know is meant to spook me—lifts the hair on the back of my neck.
I can hear him getting ever closer, toying with me.
I sprint as fast as I can, propelling myself through the trees, fighting to make it to the next tree line and out of sight. My gaze darts around as I dash through the woods, scanning for any sign of movement. A frothing snarl erupts behind me and every hair on my body lifts in unison. Oh god, he’s right behind me.
My pussy clenches and a rough growl lifts into the night.He knows my arousal is growing.
I can hear his pants getting shallower, the sound heated as he barrels his way past branches with snaps, rather than evading them like I need to. I can sense right when he’s at my back, and I bite my lips to stifle any needy squeals that want to come from me.
Glee and excitement blast at my senses when my world tilts, Connor’s large fur-covered arms cradling me from the impact as he tackles me to the ground. We land, and my hips lift to greet him when I feel his hard cock against my ass.
He flips me over and I gape up from the forest floor at the size of him. The wolf man is a beautiful mass of fur and muscle, but he is also monstrously huge.
“Don’t move,” Connor says, his voice multilayered and deep as he crowds me against the ground, giving me nowhere to go or flee. “Fuck. I can’t believe you actually ran. Horny chit.”
His large wolfy head nuzzles at my neck, and I snake my arms around his furry neck. His ears are pushed back as he licks at my skin, making goosebumps blast across it under his warmth.
I can feel him shaking in my arms as he grinds his cock against me.
He paws at my clothes, shredding leggings and panties in one swipe of his clawed hand, baring my sex. I cringe, not daring to breathe as I peek down, half expecting to see gouge marks somewhere on my body, but instead I find myself impressed by his skill.
Except he swipes again, ruining my bra and shirt in one go. Goodbye, Mr. Fraser—hello, Mr. Wolf!
My face kisses the dirt next as I’m flipped to my stomach, then I’m yanked to my knees by my hips as the scraps of my shirt pool around my neck. The air stutters in my lungs when his massive muzzle huffs warm air along the backs of my thighs.
He nudges my legs apart to reveal my slick folds, then inhales deep, smelling me.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, when a long, rough tongue coasts from my clit to my pussy. “Oh god, what are you doing?”
Crimson colors my skin and he growls low. It’s the growl that has my back arching. Need, overwhelmingly incredible need, crashes over me, and my body clenches on emptiness.
“Need to calm down, don’t want to hurt you.” His large hands tremble as they grip my thighs, high enough to reach my ass cheeks, and he spreads me further, then licks again. “Gods, your taste,” he says, his voice unnaturally deep, the sound of it making my pussy weep with desire. “My mate.”
