Awakening (The White Stealth Clan Book 1)

by Sarah Stein

  Paws finally free, he wiped swiftly over his lids and then blinked twice. His vision eventually cleared before resting upon the perpetrator who had the balls to bring him down.

  Analyse. Worwick couldn’t believe what he saw; fluffy white coat adorned her whole beast. The warmth of her sea blue irises bore into his, which was how he knew it was she. That’s why he couldn’t trace her. She’d masked her scent. Neither she nor anyone else had witnessed her wolf, and he felt privileged to be the first person to lay eyes upon it.

  He needed to get her back safely, but she was decidedly going to put up a fight.

  Chapter Twelve

  Analyse expected Worwick to follow her. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the appearance of her wolf. Her fear of being caught, the emotions of the last few days and the adrenaline from knowing she’d be found was what caused the change. There were so many emotions that ran through her mind. She had been so torn between going back to her mate and going home.

  She had been in mid-sprint when her body had suddenly altered. The agony of the turn halted her stride, bones contorting as they snapped into place forcing her down onto the snow where she’d remained, holding herself in the fetal position. But, as she regained her senses, as much as she wanted to stay lying that way, her wolf form wouldn’t allow it. She was too bulky.

  When she stood shakily up on all four legs, she noticed the change in her appearance, the white fur surrounding long, thick claws dug into the soft snow, and her senses were heightened ten-fold. If she only had a mirror, she’d stare into it observing the full effect of her transformation. From what she could see so far, her fur was all white. She felt disorientated and confused.

  She placed one paw in front of the other and tried her best to accept that she was different. Her parents wouldn’t believe it, unless they witnessed her wolf. No way was she going to show them. Besides, what would she say? Oh, by the way, this wolf has been dormant inside of me since I was a baby. Any day I could’ve changed and caused you all harm.

  This was something she needed to keep hidden from them. Her parents would suspect something was off if she didn’t visit so she would act as if nothing happened. On that thought, if she didn’t return home, they would definitely suspect her missing or worse, kidnapped.

  With that in mind, she tracked back home. There was no point in changing back. She needed to get used to her wolf. She was scared; she had no idea how to manage it.

  Huffing a sigh past her snout, she continued her walk until her ears perked up. Her heart started racing with the knowledge that it was most definitely Worwick. She’d smelled him before viewing him, cinnamon mixed with sweat. He had a peculiar smell but one she’d grown accustomed to in the short time they’d spent together.

  Her eyes darted towards the many trees off to the side of the path she was on. She strode towards the tallest set of bushes and ducked down. She waited for him to cross her path. It took surprisingly long for him to show up. Her senses were definitely stronger, she had smelled and heard him way before he arrived causing dizziness to settle with all the new sensations. She shrugged it off, inhaled a lungful, and then readied herself for the pounce.

  She hunched back, dug her paws into the snow, and then hurled herself against Worwick’s side. She knew he was caught off guard and that element of surprise was what she aimed for. They rolled atop one another for quite a while, but she never let go or gave up. She felt his struggle, and by God, it turned her on.

  Her senses were on high alert especially from the feel of him. She didn’t need those feelings now. All she wanted was to tackle him down and force him to see reason. He would allow her to leave and return home without following or chasing after her.

  She heard him muffle words past his snout but couldn’t make out what they were. She didn’t try to talk knowing she didn’t possess the right mouth for it, so she stayed quiet. He continued his struggle, but she just held on tighter. He would see reason.

  His limbs wiggled beneath her, but she continued pinning him down, stopping any chance of his escape.

  “Analyse?” he questioned with uncertainty as his eyes squinted through the haze of snow.

  She beheld the beauty of his limbs contracting beneath her. The change was all so sudden as she eyed him warily, uncertain how he did it. When she became a wolf, it was due to the stress of everything rolled into one and now, she realized she wasn’t sure how to change back.

  Her face tilted at his, hoping to convey her thoughts considering she needed guidance. Did she want to ask? Hell no! Yet she didn’t want to be stuck in wolf form.

  Instead of him voicing the way of the change, he bent down, rested on one knee, and ran his fingers through the soft fur of her wolf. The feeling was euphoric. His hands traced the disheveled fleece causing her to yelp past her snout. Her body leaned closer into his touch begging for more attention, but not wanting to the sore limps of her body to halt his ministrations.

  “I’m sorry, you like that don’t you?” he murmured, “Come here, girl.”

  She chose to listen to her instinct, pawing her way up to him, as he ruffled under her neck and stroked behind her ears. She mewled in response to his ministrations. Her body betrayed her as it begged for more of his attention.

  He held her head between both palms forcing her to stare into his eyes. She wasn’t sure what his deal was but followed through anyway.

  “Close your eyes and look deep within yourself. Force your wolf back as you gain your human body. Don’t fight it, just accept it,” Worwick explained, “She’ll want to stay out and play since it’s the first time, but reason with her. Explain that you’ll let her out to play more often from now on. That way she’ll let you change. You should be one with your beast.”

  Analyse understood and coaxed her beast to step back as her human form came forth. Her body cracked from the instant change. She was relieved to feel herself again but knew her wolf wanted more play time; it was as if a whisper carried in the wind that only she could hear inside her mind. She thanked the heavens for living close enough to the woods so she could run free as her wolf form.

  Kneeling as human, Worwick held her face between his palms. Their eyes remained connected.

  “Thank you,” Analyse said, “I’ve never experienced that before.”

  His lips crushed against hers silencing her words. There was no fear. She felt trust bubbling within her as his kiss deepened further. All it took was for him to help her gain control of the animal within if only just once. She was sure it’d take longer to acclimate.

  His hands roamed her soft skin persuading her to accept his touch. The entire time she ran from him, she felt compelled to return. As much as she hated to admit it, she was relieved he searched for her.

  Their bodies rubbed against one another as tongues delved deeper, kissing as if they’d never kissed before. Analyse shook with the intensity of his lips on hers. His hands dipped to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumb against her sensitive nipples. Her breath hitched from the touch.

  She tried to move forward and pin him down, but he beat her to it, laying her back on the snow. He knelt above her still rubbing her erect tips as his mouth wandered down her neck, delivering kiss after kiss. He licked her neckline, moving towards her right nipple. His mouth enclosed it before suckling, making wet noises.

  Her pussy arched towards his pelvis, ready for entrance. She groaned, “More.”

  Her palms kneaded his ass cheeks as he moved on to suckle the left nipple. She tried to force his cock towards her wet pussy, but he remained inches away. Before she could beg him to fill her, he bit down hard on her bosom, forcing a screech from her lips.

  “You might want to think about the consequences before you decide to run away from me again,” he commanded against her skin.

  She knew he was upset with her but didn’t care. The pain quickly turned into pleasure, as her desire for him urged her on. His head moved lower, trailing his tongue along her abdomen, and dipping slightly into her belly butto
n.

  “Ohh,” she gasped.

  His fingers splayed over her clit, as if playing a sweet melody, and then spread her lips before he swiped his tongue down then up towards her clit. She yelped in bliss at the many sensations his fingers and tongue caused.

  Her knees tensed against his head while her fingers dug into his hair. Worwick repeatedly licked her clit while he pressed two fingers into her gaping hole, fucking her cunt with wild abandon. He worked both body parts in unison. With each lick, her knees clenched tighter.

  He forced a third finger into her slickness and worked his tongue faster against her clit. Her body wound up tighter from the sensation.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck!” Analyse bucked under him; her pussy rippled from the onslaught of her orgasm.

  Analyse dug her nails into his back, urging his body closer so that she could feel his cock. He readily obliged before entering her core, causing a scream to exit her lips, and exposing teeth before biting hard against his chest. She wasn’t sure why, but instinct told her to leave a mark. The intensity of the bite caused his hips to grind against her pelvis with need. He yanked his head back and yelled to the sky before sliding his phallus repeatedly in and out her sweet sopping pussy.

  She couldn’t remember how it started but she didn’t care. Her body didn’t take long to adapt to his penis. Worwick paused for a moment causing her to whine from the interruption. She didn’t want sweet; she wanted hard and dirty. Deep down, she felt her wolf grin with approval.

  Her hips reared up and met him halfway, “Fuck me hard!”

  She voiced little else as he heeded her order. Pulling his cock from her sheath, he inserted it back in just as quickly. Over and over he stimulated her g-spot with his phallus, their bodies humid and heated from the cold sweat. His thumb reached down and slid her juices repeatedly against her clit, working it as he pounded into her soft flesh.

  “Ugh,” she grunted.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful,” Worwick muttered.

  She felt his cock expand inside her and she knew he was close. She wanted to go over the edge with him, she needed to feel her climax when he did, “Quicker and harder. I’m so close!”

  He picked up the pace and worked his hands quicker before wrenching a mind-shattering orgasm from her cunt. Her body convulsed after his hot seed emptied into her womb. He chose that moment to latch his lips against her delicate neck and bite hard, creating a mark upon her pale skin.

  “Is this how you seek revenge for me running away?” Analyse questioned innocently once the bliss ebbed.

  She knew she shouldn’t provoke him especially after what they’d shared but couldn’t help herself.

  “No. This wasn’t my intention. I firmly sought to teach you a lesson but couldn’t seem to get past wanting my cock buried deep inside your pussy,” Worwick admitted.

  Her body heated at the truth of his statement. She felt his need, and it matched hers completely. She instinctively knew there was no point in running away. He would always find her and to be honest; she wanted to be needed.

  It wouldn’t be all that bad, he was sinfully hot and couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. That was a plus.

  “Where do we go from here? I can’t leave my parents,” she stated firmly, “They are all I have.”

  He grazed his fingers along her cheek before replying, “The White Stealth Clan is your family. Although I understand that you would want to stay close to your parents. We could work something out. You must know that the pack expects a mate to lead by my side. It’s our way, and it’s been like that for centuries.”

  “I doubt I’d be any good at leading a pack, but I do need help with my wolf. It’s all still so fresh. Besides, I feel this strong connection with you, and I’m anxious to see where it takes us.” She confided, “And I love you. I know it’s too soon to feel these things, but the moment we met, I knew you were it for me. It didn’t matter how much I fought it. Our merging was going to happen anyway.”

  She witnessed his face light up before he replied, “So do I but I will warn you, I will court you and work really hard to keep your heart. We are mated, and I’ll never let you go.”

  Analyse heard his words, and it should terrify her, but it didn’t, “Does this mean we’re technically married?”

  He responded with a smile, “Yes. We were from the moment we first mated, but if you’d like a traditional wedding, that would be fine. Most humans yearn to have that celebration.”

  She thought for a moment before saying, “We’ll wait a while then but eventually I’d like a small wedding, something for my parents to attend.”

  “Before we do anything, we must get back. I need to introduce you properly to our clan before the search party leaves. If we hurry, we can make it. I want you with me to help look for the kidnapped pack members,” Worwick revealed.

  She’d forgotten about the captured members and felt guilty, but hope soared at hearing he wanted her by his side.

  “Let’s go find the rest of our clan,” she agreed.

  He extended his hand to assist her off the ground before interlocking his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him, and he grinned in return before he led the way towards their new life.

  The End.

  About The Author

  Sarah Stein has always been an avid reader of romance, paranormal, and erotica. Her love for books at an early age is what caused her to dabble in writing. She’s always had a passion for literature and creating stories from nothing. Today, she is a multi-published Contemporary Romance Author. Her writing career began February 2016 with her first novella, “Hearten Christmas.” Since then she’s written other works in various genres.

  She’s from southern Louisiana but resides in south Texas with her husband of many years, two children, a cat, a German Shepherd, and a Dachshund. When she isn’t spending quality time with them, she’s singing, reading, writing, or researching for her latest book.

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  (Stay tuned for the continuation of what happens to the abducted members of The White Stealth Clan in book two, coming soon.)

  Sarah Stein’s Published Works

  ~Hearten Christmas

  ~New Beginnings

  ~Her Will

  ~The Dark Truth: Tales After Midnight Anthology

  ~Mistletoe: 25 Days of Christmas Anthology

  ~A Sailor for Christmas: Christmas Kisses Anthology