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Pushing off the wall, she sends us both tumbling back. I hit the floor with a thud, but neither of us stop. Her hands claw at my chest as she rocks on my cock, her tits bouncing as she takes what she wants from me. I smack her ass and she mewls, telling me to do it again.
I do as my sweet girl asks. I red her plump ass with my palm, smacking again and again. I watch how greedy her pussy wraps tight around my cock as she bounces on me, It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen. When she bends close, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, I am done for. My girl is marking me the same as I plan to mark her.
“Mine,” she purrs, licking at the blood she draws from the deep bite. “You’re mine. Say it. Say it, Edon. Tell me you belong to me.”
Cradling her face in my hand, I nod as I stare into her eyes. “I am. I am yours, sweet Bessi. I belong to you. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever. I am yours to claim, sweetheart. As you are mine.”
Bessi sits back, chin stained with my blood, her orgasm ripping through her. There is a before and after moment. The us that existed before this moment, even before we met at the clearing when my first thought was to protect her. Then the us after this moment, when we both know we’ve found our soulmate, our other half, part of ourselves.
We never have to be alone again, and we know it.
Falling against me, she pants my name as I cradle her close. I hum with pleasure as she licks at the marks her teeth left. I long for the binding marks to stain our skin the way they will once we truly mate.
Our humanandour wolf will have to mate in a ceremony meant to bind us together forever. Before we take that step, I must give her a choice. Despite the wild inside of her, she deserves to know all she will be getting, and all she will be giving up.
Now I will take her to the camp, to show her a little of my world—hoping she can accept it and make it her world as well.
Chapter Nine
Bessi
Nothing is what I thought it was. At least some of the things I thought. Not all the things. I still love my sisters. Still love Fluff. I still want to bake my life away. And I am still me. I am still Bessi.
Only now...no, I think I am something else. Something more. I believe in magic, and now I think I might have magic of my own. A magic that Edon has awakened within me.
Walking through the woods, hand laced tightly with Edon’s, it seems as if I am awake for the first time. I smell the moss beneath our feet, I can hear the little critters running through the thick roots, and I can feel the warmth of the breeze and the coolness of the stars.
Ahead of us, a handful of young campers walk the trail, talking about this special place he is taking us to. We joined them after he told me it was a place he wanted to show me as well. We’ve hiked for a while, heading towards the Whispering Pines’ summit. It is the first time I have ventured so far into the expansive lands of Moon Haven.
“It is so beautiful here,” I breathe as he leads the way through thick forests, sprawling hills, and beautiful valleys.
That night I found those campers setting up at that lovely meadow was fate. I was meant to find them. To find Edon. Because he will help me find more of myself. I know who I wasbeforehim. But I am curious about who I can becomenow.
“Yeah, it is,” he replies, his whole face lighting up. “This is the first place I could be myself. First time I could let the wild inside of me out to play. I am not sure where I would be without this camp.”
We trail behind his campers, holding hands and mooning at one another, but I think they’ve taken notice of our little romantic outbursts. They snicker and giggle, looking back in hopes of catching us. I sense these campers, and the camp itself, are very important to him. Which automatically makes it all important to me.
Catching up to the campers as we crest a plateau, he introduces me to them. He does not just give me their names, however. He tells me their animals, what they will become right before my eyes. It feels very special that they’re willing to let their animals out with someone who is not yet one of them.
Edon has done his best to explain what they are as we’ve been hiking. Shifters, they call themselves. Humans most of the time, with a wild animal that is a part of them. They can shift between these two creatures, human and wild, at will. Well, in time they will be able to do it at will, he explained.
“It takes some time to perfect a shift. It can be painful at first.”
“Have any of them...anyof you,” I correct myself as we watch the campers spread out on the plateau overlooking the camp below. “Shifted without meaning to? Without having control of it?”
“Yes,” he answers softly, quietly, his eyes flashing to the young campers. “For some of us, our first shift is a shock. We had no idea we had this other part of ourselves. I had no clue this was possible before I just...changed one night. No one was there to make sense of it for me.”
My heart aches for him, for the idea of what he must have gone through. Not knowing what was happening, what this voice inside his head was, how it would take control of his body. I would hate to have to go through that alone.
Knowing I will be going through it, if I choose to let him mate me with his bite, does not scare me. He will be there with me. He wants me to be part of this world with him. It is fascinating to me and explains the voice in my head as well as how I was drawn to him and to the camp itself.
“Should I be here?” I whisper as the campers spread out, breaking into clusters defined by their animals, bears, wolves, cats.
“Yes, sweetheart. I want you to be here. I want you to see it. I plan to show you all of my world, if you will let me.”
“What if I can’thandlethis world? I mean... what would that mean for...I mean, for...well, this?”
Edon’s eyes flash with an intensity that makes my heart double time in my chest. “Thisdoes not change. You’re my mate. You were made for me. I was made for you. It is why nothing else, no one else, was ever enough. My mate was off baking cookies and being sweet.”
