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Elise tossed back her head and let loose a howl of
pure joy. As she ran, her paws squelched on the damp earth of the forest,
while its fecund aroma filled her nostrils. A light breeze, chilled by the
waters of the Strait, caressed her fur, blowing with just enough force to
make her eyes water as she charged ahead with reckless speed. The woods
were thick with undergrowth and towering trees, but the light of the full
moon provided ample illumination for her wolfish eyes to navigate. She could taste salt in the air as she neared the edge of the island. Waters from the Strait of Juan de Fuca lapped against the shore of Evergreen Island in a rhythmic motion that mimicked the beating of her heart. Standing there, she could forget all about the reasons she had fled her room and raced into the night, heady with the influence of the full moon, and drunk on the sensation of being free, if only for one night. Elise howled again, a throaty sound voicing her
pleasure in the night. Not far away, an answering howl rose, longer than
hers, with a rough edge that spoke to her on an instinctive level. Her
belly quaked at the male’s call, and her loins throbbed. The human side
of her brain tried to lodge a feeble protest to seeking out the male,
knowing it would only complicate matters, but she let the animal side
reign. Her body thrummed with sensual energy as she ran in
the direction of the wolf howling for her. An answering bay rose in her
throat, speaking of eagerness and longing. Right then, she didn’t care
who was the owner of the howl. She wanted him. It was a frenzied need that
allowed no room for logic or reason. Instinct guided her to him, and she
followed it willingly, having repressed the wolf side of her nature far
too long. He howled again, from directly in front of her. Elise
stopped in mid-step, her green eyes watchful as the brush moved when he
passed through it before emerging into the small clearing where she stood. He was an impressive specimen, standing three-foot
tall at the shoulders, with a powerful build. His fur was silver in the
moonlight, and she wondered what shade of blond it was when he was in
human-form. His brown eyes devoured her with equal intensity, expressing
his interest, as his nostrils flared to better take in her scent. They moved forward at the same time, meeting in the
middle of the clearing. The night wind ruffled Elise’s fur as she
stretched her neck to sniff his muzzle. He endured the greeting stoically,
his eyes watching her every movement. When he lunged forward, she welcomed his weight on
her, knocking her to the ground. They rolled together, growling and
yipping at each other. He was warm and solid on her, and she reveled in
being at his mercy. There was no thought of resisting when he assumed a
dominant position to mount her. Elise howled her pleasure at his
possession, ignoring the shocked whispers of her human side, chastising
her for behaving so recklessly, for losing herself in the moment with this
unknown male. As he pounded into her, his cock knotted to secure
his possession, Elise let sensations consume her. Orgasm after orgasm
crashed through her, and she howled with each one. The tumescent moon was
the last sight she allowed herself before closing her eyes, and closing
off the human part of her brain, to let her animal instincts surrender to
the carnal enjoyment overwhelming her. The first streaks of sunrise were just minutes away
when Elise opened her eyes. The unfamiliar weight of an arm across her
waist kept her from moving, although a stick poking into her hip was
urging her to shift positions. She turned her head to look at the face of the man
with whom she had spent the night mating. Thick eyelashes the shade of
burnt honey shielded his brown eyes from her view. A generous bottom lip
compensated for the thin slash of his upper lip, formed into a bow as he
snored quietly. His nose was straight and long, going well with his lean
face. Hair a shade darker than his eyelashes fell over his forehead, and
she barely restrained the urge to push it back. Elise knew she had seen him before somewhere on the
island, but didn’t know where. His name escaped her, and she knew they
had never formally met. He was probably an Omega member of the pack. She should feel guilty for what she had done, but the
only emotion she experienced was desire. Her body, although sated from a
night of intense sex in wolf-form, still ached for the man lying beside
her to please her as she was in her current state. With a light touch, she
moved the strands of hair off his forehead, pleased when his eyes
fluttered open immediately. “Good morning.” They widened with shock, and he seemed temporarily
disoriented. With a blink, he cast off that impression, and his eyes bored
into hers. “Elise Marceau.” Her name was more of a groan than a
greeting. She tried to ignore his obvious displeasure. Like
her, he must have surely realized by now how many tenets of their society
they had violated last night. At that moment, she couldn’t muster the
energy to care. Instead, she traced a finger over his nipple, nestled in
the pelt of soft golden hair covering his chest. “I’m sorry, but I
don’t know your name.” “Why would you?” His stomach twitched under her
fingers when she moved her hand lower. “Mical Edwards.” As he gave it,
his hand trapped hers, keeping it from going to his cock. “You should
go, Miss Marceau. If anyone finds you—“ “Do you think we are perhaps beyond ‘Miss
Marceau’?” Her lips twitched. “You may call me Elise.” Mical shook his head. “This isn’t a joke. Do you
know what we’ve done?” “Yes. I was there.” She leaned closer, letting
her breath waft across his neck. “I won’t ever forget last night.” He groaned louder. “Tell me that wasn’t your
first time.” She remained silent, since he clearly didn’t want
to hear her affirmation. Mical cursed. “How could I be so irresponsible?”
He moved to a sitting position, distancing himself from her. Elise reached
out to touch his thigh, and he moved her hand away. Lips bowed in a mock
pout, she scooted closer, raking her nails down his leg. Air hissed between his teeth. “What are you playing
at?” With a sigh, Elise sat up. “I’m not playing. I
know what we’ve done. I’m daughter of the current Beta, and the
promised mate of the next Alpha, while you are an Omega pack-member. I’m
not taking it lightly, but I can’t be sorry for what we’ve done.”
She shrugged. “Right now, I see nothing wrong with our actions. Last
night was wonderful, and I can’t regret it.” Mical ran a hand through his hair, further
disheveling the locks that framed his face and fell just past the base of
his skull. “Miss—Elise, I didn’t mean to imply last night wasn’t
perfect, but I think you’ll regret it when you’ve had more time to
think. You’ve wasted yourself on an Omega.” Elise rolled her eyes. “Please. Many of the pack
might not live in the present, but I do. I identify more strongly with my
human side than wolf-pack dynamics. I believe I have the right to make
love with any male whom I find attractive. What right does mine or
Jared’s father have to promise me to him?” Mical’s eyes widened. “Um, sorry. I didn’t mean
to offend you.” He dipped his head, perhaps an unconscious reaction to
her forceful statement and position in the pack. Elise touched his chin, forcing his head up.
“Don’t bow to me. It’s demeaning, especially after last night.” His eyes sparkled with independence, even as he
inclined his head again. “Showing you respect isn’t demeaning.” She glanced up at the sky, noting the sun was quickly
rising. “I should go, since there apparently won’t be a repeat of last
night in our current forms.” With a gentle stroke of his hand across her stomach,
he caught her eyes when she looked at him. “I don’t want you to be
sorry about last night. I should be, but I’m not. I had no right to
touch you, but I can’t be sorry I did.” Her mouth curved, and Elise leaned forward, brushing her lips against Mical’s. “Thank you.” Then she rose and ran into the forest, wincing as an occasional branch snapped under her bare feet, poking into her skin. When not in wolf-form, she definitely noticed the texture of the forest floor. She tried to focus on the way ahead of her, forcing herself not to look back at the man she had left behind her. Last night had been delicious insanity, but she couldn’t dwell on it. Too many obstacles stood between them. It was better to forget about him.
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