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Authors: Olivia Arran
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clear, over the gathering. “To be my true mate, the other half of my soul. I will run with you, live with you, share my heart with you, and be true to you.” The words flowed from deep inside, a promise of both heart and soul.
“And I choose you, Kara — I will run with you, live with you, share my heart with you, and be true to you, always,” James replied, before gathering me into his arms and kissing my upturned mouth.
“So it is done,” the Council decreed in unison.
Whooping and cheering filled the clearing, both packs mingling together in celebration.
Pulling away, James tilted my chin with his finger. “Just one more step to complete, my love. The mating hunt!” His face was split nearly in two with the breadth of his grin, then his smile faltered, uncertainty clouding his sunny expression. “We don’t have to just yet, if you don’t want to. I don’t want to bring back any bad memories for you, of Eric.” Concern colored both his voice and his actions, as he wrapped me in his arms.
Hugging him, I laid my ear against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart…my heart. I wanted to feel his heart beat inside of me, through the bond.
“I’m ready, I want this, I want you — inside me, heart and body.”
Releasing him I turned, shucked off my rags and, throwing him what I hoped was a sultry glance over my shoulder, darted off into the forest.
The cheering echoed in my ears as I ran, fast and swift. I heard James let out a joyful howl, then all I could hear were his feet thundering behind me, branches tearing and the panting of his breath — he was chasing me, on the hunt.
The mating hunt. A shiver of anticipation tickled down my spine as I sped up. The chase was on.
Chapter Twelve
Kara
B ranches caught in my hair and twigs snapped loudly under my feet as I ran, twisting and turning through the forest. Coming up to the river, I slowed and waded through carefully. Cupping the water, I washed the dirt and sweat from my body, before climbing up the river bank on the other side.
Hearing loud splashing behind me, I turned and saw James deliberately following my path through the water, stalking me. The water surrounding him took on a rusty-colored tinge as the trials of the day were washed clean.
My eyes followed his hands as he cupped water over his chest and shoulders, the droplets running in rivers down his broad, defined chest and getting lost in the short black hair that traveled from his belly button, down his abdomen, and grew thicker at his groin.
A pheromone haze misted the air, our mutual lust zinging like electricity, causing a throbbing, pulsating warmth in my core.
With a dry mouth, I watched as he rose from the water. His cock, thick and long, thrust proudly toward me, bobbing with his movements. Clenching my thighs, a moan escaped my lips as I shuddered, imagining him moving, thrusting inside me.
With a spike of adrenaline, I turned and ran, thighs slick with the sticky moisture of my arousal, leading him on the mating hunt.
With a roar, he thundered behind me, moving closer and closer.
Dodging under a branch, I circled an old fir tree, chest heaving, excitement thrilling through my veins.
On a growl he pounced, grabbing and rolling me on the soft ground, lush with leaves and scented with pine. Our legs tangled and my breasts were crushed against his hard chest, the friction hardening my nipples to tight peaks of sensation.
His mouth came down on mine, savage with lust, teeth and lips moving, demanding entry. Tongues dueling, his hands pinned mine above my head while gently cradling my wrists. The gentleness of his hold was a vivid contrast against the hardness of his body pressing, insistent against mine, moving, seeking entry, seeking fulfillment.
Releasing my hands, he skimmed his down my ribs, tweaking and massaging my generous breasts, his eyes hot with desire and wonder. A hot wetness at my breast, as his tongue curled around my nipple, lapping and teasing.
“And I choose you, Kara — I will run with you, live with you, share my heart with you, and be true to you, always,” James replied, before gathering me into his arms and kissing my upturned mouth.
“So it is done,” the Council decreed in unison.
Whooping and cheering filled the clearing, both packs mingling together in celebration.
Pulling away, James tilted my chin with his finger. “Just one more step to complete, my love. The mating hunt!” His face was split nearly in two with the breadth of his grin, then his smile faltered, uncertainty clouding his sunny expression. “We don’t have to just yet, if you don’t want to. I don’t want to bring back any bad memories for you, of Eric.” Concern colored both his voice and his actions, as he wrapped me in his arms.
Hugging him, I laid my ear against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart…my heart. I wanted to feel his heart beat inside of me, through the bond.
“I’m ready, I want this, I want you — inside me, heart and body.”
Releasing him I turned, shucked off my rags and, throwing him what I hoped was a sultry glance over my shoulder, darted off into the forest.
The cheering echoed in my ears as I ran, fast and swift. I heard James let out a joyful howl, then all I could hear were his feet thundering behind me, branches tearing and the panting of his breath — he was chasing me, on the hunt.
The mating hunt. A shiver of anticipation tickled down my spine as I sped up. The chase was on.
Chapter Twelve
Kara
B ranches caught in my hair and twigs snapped loudly under my feet as I ran, twisting and turning through the forest. Coming up to the river, I slowed and waded through carefully. Cupping the water, I washed the dirt and sweat from my body, before climbing up the river bank on the other side.
Hearing loud splashing behind me, I turned and saw James deliberately following my path through the water, stalking me. The water surrounding him took on a rusty-colored tinge as the trials of the day were washed clean.
My eyes followed his hands as he cupped water over his chest and shoulders, the droplets running in rivers down his broad, defined chest and getting lost in the short black hair that traveled from his belly button, down his abdomen, and grew thicker at his groin.
A pheromone haze misted the air, our mutual lust zinging like electricity, causing a throbbing, pulsating warmth in my core.
With a dry mouth, I watched as he rose from the water. His cock, thick and long, thrust proudly toward me, bobbing with his movements. Clenching my thighs, a moan escaped my lips as I shuddered, imagining him moving, thrusting inside me.
With a spike of adrenaline, I turned and ran, thighs slick with the sticky moisture of my arousal, leading him on the mating hunt.
With a roar, he thundered behind me, moving closer and closer.
Dodging under a branch, I circled an old fir tree, chest heaving, excitement thrilling through my veins.
On a growl he pounced, grabbing and rolling me on the soft ground, lush with leaves and scented with pine. Our legs tangled and my breasts were crushed against his hard chest, the friction hardening my nipples to tight peaks of sensation.
His mouth came down on mine, savage with lust, teeth and lips moving, demanding entry. Tongues dueling, his hands pinned mine above my head while gently cradling my wrists. The gentleness of his hold was a vivid contrast against the hardness of his body pressing, insistent against mine, moving, seeking entry, seeking fulfillment.
Releasing my hands, he skimmed his down my ribs, tweaking and massaging my generous breasts, his eyes hot with desire and wonder. A hot wetness at my breast, as his tongue curled around my nipple, lapping and teasing.
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