Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
And so Dylan ran after me. Chased me, chased the joy. Yipped and howled and barked. Dirt and leaves kicked up behind me. I swerved around a tree, ran between some others. The tug of the moon on my soul started to wane. Time had blurred. So much of it had passed. Were form brought the same freedom to a human as it did a wolf. A wolf didn’t stress about how many seconds ticked by on a clock. They lived to eat, to drink, to hunt, to sleep, to mate. Yesterday swirled with last month which swirled with last year. Seconds into hours into weeks.
Like a tide being pulled away from the shore, the magic started to pull away from my body. Drift out of me. I slowed, stopping in a clearing.
A familiar clearing.
Where we first met.
Dylan burst into the clearing shortly after me. Tongue lolled out from his open jaw. Golden eyes pinned on me. The sky above was beginning to lighten. Moon slipping away, and with it, our were forms.
A shimmer encased both of us. Our bodies began to realign and rearrange themselves with the original configuration. Except there was an hour or so after a full moon shift where some residual traits and features remained. With the shimmer gone, two naked and almost-human men stood in that clearing, sizing one another up.
Dylan’s ears were still pointed, his fingers still ending in sharpened claws. But his tail had disappeared along with most of his fur, leaving his chest and belly hairy with the same color pattern as his fur had been a moment before, all the way down to the bush that crowned his already stiff and leaking cock. He was no longer an eight-foot were but stood at his regular five-foot-ten height.
It only took seconds for our bodies to crash together again, his lips finding mine in a crushing kiss. He pushed me up against a tree. The hard bark scratched at my back, same as what my claws did to his shoulders. I pressed myself against him, eyes rolling back at the heightened sensations. Having him so close meant he was the only thing I could scent.
It was pure. Intoxicating. Enough to make me come right there and then.
I reached down between us, careful with my claws around his cock. In a break for breath, I pushed him back and got down on my knees. Dylan watched me with an inferno crackling behind his eyes. He threaded his fingers through my hair, the tips of his claws delicately and deliciously scratching at my scalp.
I licked his shaft. Lapped at him like he was a lollipop. My balls throbbed. Begging to be emptied. I had a craving to claim Dylan as my own. To take him so that his body became one with mine, both of us cresting on the same wave of pleasure. I opened my mouth wide and took him in, tasting all of him. He gave a whimper, sounding much like his wolf form would. I responded with a low growl, pleased.
Still not satiated, though.
I stopped sucking his cock. “Turn around,” I said, looking up at him. “And lean on the tree. Like that.”
I drank him in. The way his hairy legs led up to that furry ass, perfectly shaped for my face to find its seat between. I cupped his balls from between his legs with one hand and spread his cheeks with my other. Dylan moaned loudly as I leaned in, licking him up and down, burying my face in his ass.
“Holy fuck,” Dylan said with a growl in his voice. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck.”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Fuck yeah, eat my ass, Miles. Just like—ohhh fuck.”
I pushed my tongue inside him. His body bucked forward before he pushed back. Bark fell to the ground from where his claws dug into the tree. His pleasure was mine. I didn’t even have to touch myself to know that I was drawing close. The entire night had been a night of edging, and I was about to fall right over it, simply by knowing how much pleasure I was currently giving to this man.
To my mate.
I replaced my tongue with a finger. Slid it up and down. Dyl dropped his head with another chesty moan, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling. He had a dark golden brown fuzzy trail that went down his lower back which normally wasn’t there.
I wanted to see it drenched in my cum. I needed to give it to him. Had to fuck him.
I stood up, grabbed his hips, held him back against my leaky, throbbing cock. He gazed over his shoulder, his eyebrows dipped, the beautiful birthmark of his on full display, the white streak shining underneath the early morning light. “Do it,” he said, reading my body language. “Fuck me, Miles.”