The spiral of delirious sensation.
“Do you want to shift or fuck?” Volt asks, pulling me from my thoughts as he grabs me and pushes me up against the wall. I’ve been mindlessly following him down the corridor. We’re outside the door now in the nature tunnel that leads us up from this underground cavern.
I blink at him, noting his palm around my throat. His opposite hand has a death grip on my hip as he slides his thigh between my legs. “Both,” I tell him.
“I didn’t lick you thoroughly enough in the shower?”
My lower belly spasms with a reminder of the two orgasms he gifted me in the last hour. “I enjoyed that.”
He smiles. “I know you did. But you’re saying you want more, hmm?”
I nod, swallowing. “Yes.”
“How about a deal,” he suggests, his voice lowering as he more fully aligns his body with mine. His thick muscular thigh presses into my core, eliciting a low whine from my throat. Because I’m already wet for him. I’m always wet around these males. It’s something I don’t know how to control and a consequence of my Omega genetics. Well, according to Caius, it’s a benefit not a consequence. But it makes me uncomfortable, especially when they growl.
Like Volt is doing now.
It’s a hungry sound coming from his wolf, one my animal responds to with a whimper of need.
He brushes his lips against mine, the promise in that touch one that makes me melt. But he pulls back to meet my gaze. “Go on a run with me in wolf form for thirty minutes, then shift back, and I’ll make you come until it’s time to leave.”
I shiver, his obsidian gaze glittering with dark intent. “And if I can’t shift back?” I breathe.
“Then I’ll tame your wolf with my growl,” he says. “And afterward, I’ll show you why Caius and Tieran don’t want me to play with knives around you.”
My stomach clenches at the dangerous undertones of that statement.
It’s a part of him I shouldn’t want to meet.
Yet my wolf is eager to take him up on the offer. She wants to indulge in our mate’s darker inclinations, drive him over the edge, and demand he knot us into oblivion.
Over and over again.
With teeth and claws and savage bites.
“Okay,” I whisper, liking this challenge.
He presses his lips to mine again, sealing our deal with a kiss that’s underlined in hazardous need. I moan, seeking his tongue, but he releases me in the next moment and takes my towel with him. “Shift,” he demands.
It’s not a growled command, which means my animal is waiting for me to pull her out rather than being forced out by his Alpha authority.
I swallow and focus on my wolf, inviting her out to play.
She responds almost immediately, taking me to the ground on a sharp gasp, the pain of the transformation stealing the air from my lungs.
But it’s not nearly as bad as when Canton initially drove my shift.
This is me being in charge, me letting my animal free, me choosing to embrace my wolf rather than being coerced into accepting her.
Fur sprouts along my arms and legs, my bones morphing with the magic of my soul. I sigh, letting it take over, and in what feels like seconds, I’m a wolf. I shake out my coat, feeling miraculously in charge.
My animalistic instincts are still there, her pull on my psyche strong and demanding, but I’m one with my animal.
I’m free.
Volt grins down at me, his gaze full of approval. “Beautifully done, sweetheart.” He tosses his towel to the ground beside mine, giving me an unhindered view of his arousal. It’s pulsating with need, his knot a beacon I long to stroke with my tongue.
But I maintain the urge, not wanting to indulge in that while in wolf form.
He seems almost disappointed, like he expected me to try it, but the expression is gone in the next second as he begins to shift into his massive wolf form.
I’m bewitched by his presence, the Alpha in him dwarfing my Omega wolf by at least a hundred pounds.
He’s huge.
And he’s magnificent.
All white fur and ebony irises, with perked ears and a snout that could easily take down prey twice his size.
He nips at my nose, the gesture playful. Then he bounds off down the tunnel, his sharp yip a command to follow.
My wolf takes off after him, elated by the chase and longing to show off her speed.
I’m surprised by how agile I feel on four feet now, my first shift having been awkward and clumsy. But I feel powerful now. Right.
I chase him without stumbling, avoiding the traps laying in wait for those who don’t belong here. He points to them with his nose, warning me before leaping in a new direction to avoid another one.
Caius explained that these are here to protect the den, ensuring only the clan knows how to descend into the heart of the cave.
It’s their most cherished home on this island, but it’s also stocked with items and enough beds to house the pack should an emergency situation arise.
It’s unique and beautiful and rather fun.
I dance along in Volt’s wake, following his tail like a moving stick.
My wolf is panting in excitement, her spirit right alongside mine as we run together as one.
The outside air is a welcome chill as we burst free of the cave. Then Volt takes off up the hill on a jog that has me itching to keep up. There are no traps out here, just solid earth and a terrain dusted in a fresh sheet of snow.
I roll in it, thrilled by the frigid texture, then chase him down with a happy pant parting my jaws.
This is what being a shifter is all about, the freedom and excitement of nature. Embracing our wolfish souls and flourishing.
My heart is soaring, my spirit feeling full of vivacious energy and life.
I want to run forever.