He was moving at a pace now too fast for the human eye to catch, but he felt someone watching him now. Slowing, he acted like he was just taking a break, moving his head lower to lick at the black pads on his right paw.
As he did so, he tried to reach out with his mind, sniffed at the air and tried to sense where the perpetrator was. Could it be someone sent by his brother? It would be stupid, no wolf could take Jensen in a fight, sides Jericho himself perhaps. There was only one that was for sure, but he still couldn’t figure out where exactly they were.
There was the tiniest sound of crunching leaves ten or so feet behind him, and his ears twitched easily picking it up. He let out a low rumble and spun, getting into a crouch so that he could pounce.
A medium sized gray wolf stood out in the open between two large trees, not even bothering to stay hidden. Her eyes, a deep cobalt blue, were locked onto him, a mixture of curiosity and wariness in their depths. She cocked her head at him, then took a single step forward, when he growled again she paused.
“ Who are you?” He sent the message telepathically to her, the only way to communicate in this form. Within seconds her own voice was vibrating through his head as she if were speaking directly into his ear.
“ They call me Olivia. I was sent here from the east. I’m of the Moonshine clan and search out the leader, Jensen Kalen. I was told he’d made camp around here?”
“ Who sent you?”
“ Two elders. My parents were killed by Vikings three weeks ago. They said the safest place for me was among the majority of the pack. So I came here.” She seemed to sigh in his head, and stretched her legs out before her. “I’ve been traveling for a long time, so if you could just point me in the right direction…”
“ How do I know you weren’t sent from the king’s brother, Jericho? He’s attempted to send spies before.” Just because she was female didn’t mean that he trusted her. A female Were could be just as vicious and skilled, take Kiley for example. He had firsthand accounts on just how capable female wolves were.
She frowned. “I don’t even know what he looks like. My family wasn’t around when…the old king died. My parents were overseas and I hadn’t been born yet. This is the first time a member of my family has stepped foot near the royals.”
“ Can you prove that?”
“ How do I even know that he’s here? You could just be stalling for other purposes. Maybe you work for the fallen prince,” she hissed back, clearly getting annoyed with the third degree.
He quirked a brow. “Alright. I’ll take you to him. But be warned, if this is a trap, I’ll figure it out soon enough. Jericho doesn’t know everything, and there are people among Jensen that can identify the Truth soldiers.”
“ Understood.”
Jensen stopped at the lake, shifting form with ease. He began to undo the ties on his shirt, and had it over his head and off in a matter of seconds, long before she had enough time to comprehend what he was doing.
Werewolf magic was strong. They could easily maintain their clothing in their animal forms. The second their human bodies disappeared, so did what they were wearing, but the second it reappeared so did everything else.
The lake would be chilled at this time, and after his long run the thought of cooling off in its calm water seemed like heaven. A soft breeze blew by, sending the dry leaves on the surrounding trees tinkling against one another in a symphony of nature. There was nothing he loved more than fresh air.
“ You’re swimming? Now?” she asked as she too switched to her human form.
He turned to give her some snide remark but frozen the second she came into view.
Her blue eyes were hooded in dark silky lashes, and raven hair pooled over her shoulders. She was shorter than him, probably around 5’6” or 5’7”, but she held her spine straight and her chin tilted up in a stance of defiance and power. This wasn’t a wolf used to being pushed around.
She was wearing a dress made of deep green velvet and black silk, odd for one of their kind. Kiley wouldn’t be caught dead in such an outfit. Witches were the only ones who had materials of such wealth, far ahead of the times and smarts of the humans.
“ You’re staring,” the she wolf stated, though she didn’t sound offended by it in the least.
Forcing the lump in his throat down, he licked his suddenly too dry lips and shifted on his two feet. His hands were still on the straps at his pants, and when she glanced pointedly down at them he snapped out of it. He was over a thousand years old, yet he could still be made speechless by a girl.
“ Coming in?” he asked, finally undoing the strings. When she shook her head, he shrugged then dropped his trousers without a second thought. He turned and headed away before she could catch his smirk.
He felt her eyes on him the whole way, and once he reached the edge he sent one last teasing glance over his shoulder before diving. The water rushed up to meet him, soaking his hair and slicking against his skin in a loving cool embrace. He sighed, still under, then shot up to the surface with a laugh.
She’d moved closer and was standing in the same place he’d jumped from. There was a curiosity in her eyes that he couldn’t figure out.
“ Never seen a naked man before?” It was mostly a joke, but when she bristled he realized his mistake. It wasn’t wise to tease a woman one didn’t know. “You must be hot in that dress. Come in?”
“ Olivia,” she responded back, crossing her arms over her chest haughtily. “And I think not.”
“ Really? So you’d rather stand there and watch then?” He quirked a brow. “I see. You’re one of those. Alright.”
She glanced around uncomfortably, thrumming her fingers against her arm as if impatient for something. She’d also stopped looking at him, looking in every direction but his.
At first, he began to think this really was a trap and that his brother or the Truths would leap out of the woods any moment and attack while he was naked in the lake. But then the direction of the wind shifted, bringing with it a tangy scent that tickled his nostrils and sent pangs of electricity shooting down his back.
How had he not noticed she’d been purposefully standing downwind from him this entire time? They’d been traveling now for a few hours, and every time she’d shifted around him he hadn’t caught on that she’d been playing keep away with the breeze.
Werewolves weren’t the same as their only animal counterparts, but there were similarities that they could escape. Going into heat was one of them. They could easily have sex and enjoy it like a human woman would, but at the same time once a month they were overcome with the need to copulate.
The smell usually sent any male Were’s around in a wild sex craze.
Jensen felt the heat fill him up, and was glad for the shield of the water over his mid section. The last thing he wanted to do right now was scare her away. Still, he couldn’t help the blood that rushed through him, turning his cock hard as stone in a matter of seconds.
He was the king and could have anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted them, but he would never force someone to his bed against their will.
Her skin, which moments ago had been pale as alabaster, started to tinge pink, a sign that she’d sensed the change in him. He was already slowly making his way out of the water by the time she turned to face him, wide eyed.
“ Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, shocked when he didn’t recognize his own voice. He sounded too husky, too breathless. He clenched his jaw against the sensations of pure need that rippled through him. This wasn’t good. His animal nature wanted him to rush towards her and take her. The knowledge that even if she argued, she’d still want it, didn’t help any.
A wolf in heat was in constant need for sex. It practically tortured them to be without. He’d known wolves that’d shack it up with others they were known to hate just to scratch the itch that felt more like a pitch fork being driven into the skin than an annoying tingle.
“ I was hoping to avoid…this.” She waved a hand betwe
en them, looking more like a deer caught in the headlights then the wolf she was.
A growl escaped the back of his throat and he fisted his hands at his sides. “You find me unattractive? Do I not suit your standards?”
He’d never been turned down before. Even before he’d been king women had thrown themselves at him, begging for a chance to be with him. And it wasn’t because he was the prince. Or at least not only because. His reputation preceded him, but she didn’t know who he was, and he found he liked that. It would be like a challenge, getting her to welcome him in.
Something long dead stirred within him, shedding a little light to his otherwise dire life. This could be fun, and he didn’t know the last time he’d partaken in anything remotely close to that.
“ I don’t even know you,” she said back, still refusing to move away as he continued his approach.
He respected that, the refusal to show weakness. It was an important trait among their kind, and an admirable one. He was just going to have to play extra dirty in order to get her to crack. It shouldn’t be too hard considering she was already at war with herself. Each step he took that became more apparent by the look on her face.
Her entire body was practically shivering, and she was visibly clenching her jaw. She was watching him, her eyes roaming over his wet skin and his bared chest. He could sense the doubt and annoyance swirling off of her, followed closely by anticipation.
“ You can’t be comfortable,” he said in a voice dripping with honey. “I can help; you don’t have to know me for that. We aren’t humans, Olivia.” Finally he felt the water begin to recede around him as he got closer to the shore. He didn’t so much as blink as it dropped away from his groin, exposing him to her sight.
She sucked in a breath and he knew in that moment that he had her.
He was huge. A happy trail made of short dark brown hairs led to his cock, jutting out a full ten inches. The head bobbed as he moved and she gulped, trying to force back the part of her that wanted to rush forward and take him in her hands. His balls were so big she didn’t think she could fit one in her palm of her hand.
The plan had been to arrive at the Moonshine camp before the heat kicked in, but then she’d been delayed a day and everything had changed. She didn’t want to meet the king like this, didn’t want him to think ill of her because she was throwing herself at all of his male pack mates. That was the worst way to introduce herself.
The heat wouldn’t let her do anything but, however. She wanted it, and she wanted it bad. Her muscles were already clenching painfully, and she was so wet she knew the second he got within ten feet of her he’d smell it. It was hard to hide arousal from a Werewolf.
He was so taut, his wet skin glistening in the dying sunlight. She watched his muscles ripple as he moved, watched the head of his cock bob up and down. His chest was hairless, giving a clear view of his impressive eight pack and broad chest. His torso was long and tapered at the waist. His hip bones were visible, helping to create a sexy V shape leading to his jutting member.
Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress, breasts swelling to the point where it was almost painful in the bodice. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe through it. It was almost like a red haze came over her.
He must have seen it on her face, because he picked up the pace and was standing before her seconds later, the heat from his body twisting around her, seducing her closer to him. He was right, they weren’t humans. They didn’t have to follow the same code of etiquette. Besides, this would take care of her other problem.
If she tired herself out using him, she wouldn’t have to worry about jumping the bones of the king or his pack when she got there. She could sate herself with his body, and be fine in the morning.
She wasn’t blind, and it wouldn’t be a hardship. If she didn’t know any better, she would accuse him of being a god. As it were, most Mirror Warriors were sexy-not usually this sexy, but still.
He lowered his head towards hers, pausing with his lips hovering centimeters away. His breathing was labored, his legs spread about in a warriors stance. It was obvious he was trying to resist, giving her time to push him away or make a run for it if she wanted.
They both knew that was no longer an option. Once this close, even the strongest of Were’s wouldn’t be able to resist. Unless, of course, they were mated. She wasn’t, and neither, clearly, was he. Not only would she smell it on him, but he wouldn’t be able to get it up for her.
Being someone’s mate meant being that person’s everything, and that person being everything to you.
“ I’m going to kiss you,” he rasped out, a statement not a question, right before gripping the back of her head in one of his large hands. He brought her up to him, his lips crushing against hers in a bruising rub. He sucked her lower lip, nibbling lightly with his sharp teeth before running his tongue along the roof of her mouth.
She gasped, reaching up to press against his back, holding him closer. She lifted onto her toes so she could rub her breasts against him.
He tore at the material then, shredding it faster then she could blink. Lace and velvet went everywhere, the tearing sounds echoing around them followed quickly by their bodies tumbling to the ground.
The thick prickly blades of grass beneath her tickled her skin, causing her to arch up towards him. When she brushed up against his cock she saw red.
“ Oh, gods.”
He was pulling the rest of the material away, her dress completely ruined beyond repair. Tossing it away he pulled back, holding himself up on one elbow and dropping his gaze to roam over her naked form. He let out another growl, running a hand up her smooth thigh.
When his fingers tugged at the raven colored curls between her legs she moaned and pressed upward again. She needed something inside of her, now. It was driving her insane being so empty.
“ Hurry,” she hissed, then threw her head back when his shoved a finger inside of her.
Jensen rammed another digit inside of her, stroking against her tight warm walls. She was so wet already that it was all he could do not to just shove himself inside her then and there.
Patience, he chided himself. It was important that he made sure she got what she needed. The fact that they’d just met made that of even bigger import. She didn’t know who he was, and though she hadn’t asked, that didn’t change the fact that he was the king she was heading off to see. He didn’t want her to think after this that he was a jackass who used and spit women out.
That confused him a little, because there was no reason he should care what she thought, but it didn’t last long because she arched up underneath him once more and his eyes locked onto her breasts.
The two orbs were round and white as snow with rosy colored areola and pert little buds. He pinched one of those nipples between two fingers and smirked when she hissed in pleasure. She mewed in protest when he pulled his digits out of her, but he ignored it.
He brought them to his mouth and licked her juices off, tightening his hold on her breast as his arousal grew even more at the tangy taste that coated his tongue. He brought his face down, splitting her folds open that same tongue.
She writhed underneath him as he sucked on her clit, flicking the tiny bud at the same time as he slid his fingers back into her. He felt her hands in his hair, tugging at the golden strands as she rocked against him, urging him on. She spread her legs wider and let out a loud cry as the first orgasm hit her.
He felt her tiny muscles clench, waiting until the last bit of climate was wrung out of her before lifting back up to his elbows.
“ I can’t wait any longer,” he told her, barely able to get the words past his lips. He felt like his head was about to explode.
“ Please.” She grated her hips against him, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did so.
Jensen reached down, positioning himself directly at her entrance. With one quick shove he slid all way in, instantly seated up to his balls. He waited a moment, giving them both enou
gh time to get used to it.
Before he could start up again, however, she was wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her heels into the two hard globes of his ass. She spurred him into motion, and raked her nails down his back when he started to rock within her.
He drove in and out of her sheath, slamming into her so hard that her breasts shook. His cock impaled her over and over again, plunging into her heat at a rapid rate that no mere mortal could withstand. Growling, he gripped her arm and turned her onto her stomach in one fluid motion.
Olivia rose her ass up to meet him, sticking it into the air in invitation. He could see her glistening sex peeking out from underneath, the two folds bright pink and covered in juice. She emitted a sound from the back of her throat, indicating he was taking too long.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Ramming into her again he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped her hips painfully. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mimicking his rhythm. He felt her walls begin to tighten, sucking him in and attempting to keep him there. Every time he retreated only to return to start the process all over again.
Just when he thought he was about to lose it her inner muscles clenched around him tighter than before, and she threw her head back and screamed.
The warm rush that came from her was enough to topple him over the edge and with a few more quick jerks of his hips he buried himself all the way inside her groaned as he hit orgasm. He felt his cum filling her up, then the cool drips of it that seeped out to drip down her thighs and coat his balls. Through it all he continued to rock, her tiny moans mingling with his.
His chest heaved and he lost all strength. He dropped down on top of her, careful to avoid crushing her with his full weight. Twisting to his side, he brought her with him, cupping a breast as he did so. Jensen tugged her into him so that they were spooning, cradling her head in the crook of his arm and curving his body around her protectively.
He tried to blink past the exhaustion, but it over took him dragging him down into sleep the same moment he realized her own breaths had slowed.
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