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“Who says I’m hiding?”I replied, dropping directly onto his shoulders from above.
We tumbled to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs, laughing and growling in equal measure.The moss beneath us was soft, cushioning our fall as we rolled together, each seeking dominance.For all his superior strength, Brody let me pin him, his eyes blazing with desire as I straddled his hips.
The hard length of his thick cock nestled against my slick folds, the contact making me shudder with need.My breasts heaved with each panting breath, nipples tightened to aching points in the cool night air.
“Caught you,” I said, my voice barely recognizable, husky, raw with desire.
He slid his hands up my thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake, coming to rest at my waist.The heat of his palms against my skin made me squirm, seeking more contact.Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure at seeing me above him, naked in the moonlight, wild and uninhibited.
“So you did,” he conceded, his eyes gleaming gold in the darkness.“What’s your prize?”
I leaned down until my hardened nipples brushed against the coarse hair on his chest, the contact sending electric sparks straight to my core.My lips hovered just above his, our breath mingling in the narrow space between us.
“You,” I whispered against his mouth.“All of you.”
Our lips crashed together, the kiss feral and demanding.I caught his lower lip with my teeth, biting just hard enough to draw a groan from deep in his chest.His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground me against his hardness.
“Need you,” I gasped against his mouth, reaching between us to grasp his thick length.“Now.”
“I don’t have a condom,” he said.“So it’s all about your pleasure, mate.I’ll make sure not to come.”
I loved that even in the chaos of desire and need, he remained conscious of my boundaries—respected that I wasn’t ready for the possibility of a cub.
I positioned him at my entrance, the broad head of his cock parting my swollen folds.We both groaned as I sank down onto him, inch by excruciating inch, my body stretching to accommodate his size.The mating heat had left me so wet that despite his thickness, he slid in without resistance, filling me completely.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.“So tight.So perfect.”
I began to move, lifting myself almost completely off his cock before slamming back down.Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my breasts bouncing with the force of my movements.Beneath me, Brody watched with hungry eyes, his gaze fixed on where our bodies joined.
The forest around us faded away, the only reality this moment, this connection.Moss cushioned his back, dew dampening my knees as I rode him with increasing urgency.My head fell back, exposing my throat and the claiming mark.
He slid his hand between us, thumb finding my clit with unerring precision.The dual sensation, his cock stretching me, his thumb circling my sensitive bud, pushed me rapidly toward the edge.
“That’s it,” he said, voice rough with his own building pleasure.“Let me see you come apart.”
The moonlight bathed us in silver as I lost all restraint, grinding against him with desperate need.My inner walls clenched around his length as my orgasm built, tension coiling tighter with each stroke.
“Mine,” I growled, my nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails across his golden skin.
“Yours,” he agreed, the word a primal oath.“Always yours.”
The mating heat drove us with relentless energy, turning gentle touches into desperate grasps, tender kisses into hungry bites.When my release finally came, lights exploded behind my eyes as I cried out his name.
Before I’d even caught my breath, Brody had reversed our positions, laying me gently on the moss before rising to his full height above me.
“My turn to hunt,” he said, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.“Run, little cheetah.”
I scrambled to my feet, heart racing with anticipation rather than fear.This was play, not pursuit, a game between equals, between mates who trusted each other completely.
We chased each other through the moonlit forest, sometimes as humans, sometimes shifting into our animal forms when the mood took us.As a cheetah, I was faster in short bursts, but his wolf had stamina and tracking ability that made him a formidable opponent.Each time one of us caught the other, we claimed our prizes with increasing creativity, learning every inch of each other’s bodies in the process.
By the time we stumbled back into the Fae dwelling, dawn was approaching, casting the eastern sky in pale gold.We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and exhilarated, our bodies bearing the temporary marks of our passionate play.
“I never expected mating heat to be so…” I searched for the right word.
“Fun?”Brody supplied, tracing idle patterns on my hip with his fingers.
“Yes.”I laughed, the sound free and uninhibited.“All the stories make it sound so serious, so overwhelming.”
