Page 17 of Wild Kiss

“I don’t know who they are,” she whispered, her grip on my arm squeezing as she pulled me into a run again. “But I do know these woods will be swarming with the enemy in no time because they didn’t come here just for your parents. They came here to get rid of the entire Atlandia family. Now, run for your life!”

I woke up back to reality with a whine on my throat. Where the world sharpened in colors around me, and where smells were so intense they let me know instantly I was next to Daxon, Wilder, and by the faint smell of death surrounding me–Ares.

My body shifted, a whimper fell from my lips as I tumbled down off the carriage seat and onto all fours.

I was back in my wolf form, a sense of freedom rippling over me, but with it came a jumble of emotions desperately surging through me, voices of my men calling to me, their hands on me.

Staring down at myself, I moved around in a small circle unable to believe that I was in my wolf’s form.

The stone had broken the fae’s curse, and I yelped with joy, the sound coming out as a singsong howl.

But being confined in the carriage was all too much, and I still couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I threw myself at the door, which slammed open, and I hit the ground hard out of the moving carriage.

I didn’t care that it hurt, or that I rolled on the dirty ground, not when the cool air brushed through my fur. After she’d been locked up inside me all this time, frantic to escape, she needed her space.

Scrambling to my feet, I jolted right into the woods just as a deep, raspy voice called out after me. “Rune!”

I glanced back as the three men poured out of the moving carriage frantically, and heat licked my insides at seeing them. Giving a small groaning sound, I dove forward, leaving them behind.

My heart leaped, and I never stopped running, unable to believe I finally had my wolf back. Warmth slipped across my body, and the light was fading fast as night approached, but stopping wasn’t even an option.

I scrambled forward when heavy footfalls smacked into the earth behind me. Swinging my attention around, three dark figures sliced through the woods.

Adrenaline surged as excitement for the run…for the chase…coursed through me. I knew it was my three men before they emerged from within the shadows. Wilder and Daxon in their huge wolf forms, Ares moving like the wind, coming right for me.

Excitement burst in my chest, my heart thundering as I threw myself faster, my white paws hitting the ground.

I’d missed running so much, and nothing soothed stress like a long jog, but a chase, well that was even more delicious. My wolf had no problem being the bunny these monstrous men hunted.

Cold wind hit me, whipping the strands of my white fur, and I skirted around a cluster of dense pine trees. There I threw myself up an ascending hill, claws digging into the hard soil for purchase.

A swoosh of air rode right past me, and I growled at Ares, knowing it was him, then snapped at the rippling air he left in his wake.

Abruptly, I swung to the left, darting around the trees, dried pine needles crunching under my paws.

My two wolf alphas were closing in, both fanning out, flanking me on either side. So I speared through the overgrown underbrush, and swung to an abrupt halt as both men sprinted right past my position.

I threw myself back out the way they’d just come, and ran, my heart beaming with adrenaline, with excitement, with having my wolf back. The earlier weight in my chest grew lighter, and I settled into a steady beat, not spotting the wolves behind me.

I loved that I’d outsmarted them, and pivoted back around just as something dark and big came at me from my side so fast, I barely had enough time to respond.

In a flash, I was whisked off my feet and into Ares’s arms as he flew with me across the woods, then settled me down by a great pine.

He stood there, not even breaking a sweat, while my wolf heaved for breath.

“You’re the prettiest creature I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “Your fur is as white as Alpine snow, and the sparks you leave on every paw-print are magic. You aren’t an ordinary wolf, are you my little dove?” He dropped to his knees in front of me, ruffling my fur, and I couldn’t help it, I leaned in against him because his touch felt incredible. I might have even drooled a bit, wagging my tail.

As I contemplated transforming back, Wilder and Daxon burst into the scene, tongues out, gasping for air. They came at me, practically bowling over Ares in the process. They were against me, pressing their heads against my ribs, my head, my neck. Powdery, masculine wolf and woodsy scents flooded me, and I preened as they kept moving around me, rubbing against my fur. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so loved and protected. My wolf ruffled her fur, and if she could’ve smiled, she’d have been the wolf version of the Cheshire cat.

“I do believe I won that match,” Ares gloated, to which Daxon snarled at him.

Wilder ignored Ares and clung to my side. That was when my wolf retreated, fur sliding away, bones shifting. I was back in my human form in moments. Completely naked.

Ares grinned, his gaze sliding down my body. “I’m loving this side of you,” he teased, taking my hand and drawing me towards him.

It was at that moment, the air shifted with the electricity of Wilder and Daxon shedding their wolf forms. And suddenly, they pressed up against me, too, naked. Their erect cocks pushing against my hips.

“You forced my wolf to come out without the full moon,” Wilder murmured in awestruck bewilderment. My eyes widened. I hadn’t even thought about that. He had changed without the full moon.

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