When her wolf stopped and eyed him, and what he held, the she-wolf licked its muzzle and growled.
Chanin’s wolf didn’t wait before it was laying the fresh kill at the maple paws of the smaller wolf, honoring it and symbolically proving that it could provide for her and any pups that came from their union.
For you.
Morlie’s wolf wasted little time before tearing into the meal, devouring it bite after bite.
However, the moment Chanin started to wonder if his mate would understand what was customary to do at this moment, Morlie’s wolf stopped eating.
Using her snout, she pushed the uneaten half of the carcass across the ground toward him, then took a step back.
For us,she responded, pronouncing what was hers was also his.
Chanin’s heart expanded, realizing that the other women had ensured his mate knew the expectations in the lunar mating ritual.
Not that if Morlie hadn’t known, Chanin would have held it against her.No.This night had one goal, and either way, they’d arrive at it.
His wolf consumed the offering.As he finished the last bite, Morlie’s wolf moved closer to his, nuzzling his neck for a moment, taking in his wolf’s scent, then shifted back and licked and nipped at the side of its muzzle.
Then raced away without looking back.
Chanin’s wolf let out four happy barks and launched down the path, ready for the chase.It was his turn to track her.Which wasn’t hard, not because he could see the direction she ran before him, but because the heady scent of her heat perfumed the air and marked the trail.
His wolf’s heart pounded, and Chanin’s need continued to grow.
They ran for over an hour, on and on.They crossed the forest and ensured they subverted other bodies intertwined in various spots in the woods before the two of them ended up following a path along the river.Her wolf paused and leaned its head down into the water even as it intermittently glanced over its shoulder to watch for his wolf.Then she was off again.
His wolf quickly quenched its thirst and then bounded after the she-wolf.
Finally, his wolf had enough of the nightly games.Just like with the prey, it darted forward and ended up before Morlie’s wolf, cutting off her path.
When her wolf glanced off to the side as if looking for another way to run, his wolf let out a growling bark—a command.
It was Alpha, and Morlie’s wolf could do nothing but submit.
She lowered her head and released a soft whine.However, when the maple wolf’s amber gaze met his wolf’s, Chanin saw the same desire reflected there that was in him.
They circled each other, sniffing and pawing for a few moments.
Until Chanin’s wolf bowed its larger head right alongside her wolf’s neck and nipped at its shoulder.Not hard enough to break through the fur, but right over where Chanin had marked Morlie.
Morlie’s wolf lowered her belly to the ground and then rolled to its back, vulnerable and baring herself to him.
His wolf needed no other provocation before he sniffed her from neck to hind legs slowly, drawing in everything about the woodsy, vanilla musk.The evidence of her need was on display.
Then his wolf wasted no more time before dropping down to all four below her and sank its teeth into the medial muscle on the inside of Morlie’s wolf’s thigh, right above the white mark etched into her skin placed on her, and the tiny scar where Chanin had nipped her the first time they met.This bite ensured that once his wolf’s claiming-bite healed, the only mark remaining on his mate's body would be his.
Her wolf whined, its body tensed, and out of reflex, its other foot kicked along his wolf’s shoulder rapidly, but Morlie’s wolf remained prostrate, never attempting to break away.
Mine, his wolf growled.
Yours, her wolf capitulated with a sigh.
Shift, little bunny, now, Chanin ordered Morlie.
In the next breath, her petite body was before him.
It took less time for Chanin to transform back and take hold of the curve of Morlie’s hips.He dragged her closer to him and settled himself between her toned thighs.
