Forbidden Encounters

The smell of Lodgepole pine, fresh snow, and dampened forest grounds made him open his eyes. He looked down at himself. He hadn't shifted to his human form in the night; else he would have felt the change in his sleep.

"A dream then," He closed his naturally feral emerald eyes. He knew all too soon as what was about to happen as he heard the rustle of the surrounding bushes, his wolf approaching him before his eyes reopened.

They stood a part, facing another, each already knew and accepted each other's existence.

His wolf impatiently began to throatily growl at him, and Erick felt that same frustrating tug—that both irritating and keen pull—they both shared. His wolf couldn't wait. He needed her, and he was far too eager to see her here again.

Erick didn't know how long even these intense dreams would be able sate them. They both raised their heads to the sky and scented the air. The forest air was pure and crisp, but it wasn't the scent of the one they so craved.

Taking off into a sprint, they continued to hunt for it, searching for the scent—her scent—frantically through the woods, the wind they created with their speed ran through his wolf's fur and his hair and whipped past his ears.

Where? Where is she? His wolf's thoughts echoed his own. If he was here, then surely she was too.

A fresh scent that smelt of fresh water from a brook, and two distinctive fruits: Cucumber, Honeydew Green Melon, rushed through their noses as if looking for them, causing a growl to rumble from both of their chests right before his wolf let out a howl of longing and desire.

They found her.

They charged through the brush and thicket, his wolf not ceasing his howls as he hadn't all the other nights, Erick's dick hardened as they got closer to them; blood rushing through his veins with speed unmatched.

Where? Where? He stopped in his tracks when his wolf did as he heard the familiar and sultry sound of his mate's wolf.

Once again, the beautiful she-wolf, full of defiance, turned and growled at his approaching wolf, her white, golden blonde, and gray fur rose on her sleek and agile body. Her magnetic orange to blue-gray eyes showed the intensity that lay in them.

She did this every night: Challenge. Fight. Submit.

It still enthralled him as much as it did his wolf; she would be a good mate. His heart rate quickened as he watched her charge at him, snapping at his wolf's haunches.

An attack from the side this time.

His wolf easily avoided her bites. He dwarfed her without difficulty; each of her moves too readable to him, especially with his height. She would need to work on that.

Before she could turn, his wolf pounced on her, biting the scruff of her neck.

She let out a yelp; her head shook from side to side while she growled and snapped at him, paws reached for him to push him off. She was only able to do it once before he charged again.

This time, he grabbed her scruff and toppled over her, pinning her body to ground with his own.

She growled back once more, her pride didn't relent.

Neither did his wolf's as he growled at her back, her neck still in his strong jaws as he wanted—demanded—she accept his dominance over her. The fight was far too short, but his wolf needed to taste her—to have her underneath him as he pounded into her warmth, and he couldn't wait any longer...

With a whine from her, she stilled under him and relented; it was over.

Erick's breathing was heavy with need, his lips felt dry to him as his wolf nudged her muzzle lightly before getting off of her.

She didn't move until he was off, raising her ass and tail to the side for him without him prodding it out of the way.

Erick's cock twitched as his wolf sniffed in her addictive scent, relishing in it before he licked her pulsing snatch, earning an almost silent mewl of need from her.

But he wouldn't give into her this time. He continued to lick her in long, almost torturous, strokes; her taste just as satisfying as—if not more than—her scent.

Her juices flowed freely from her at his teasing. Her breathing picked up when he lightly prodded inside of her with the tip of his tongue before retreating back to licking her folds.

She gave a low whine of disappointment, trying to stay low as he had commanded her on previous nights; she shook with anticipation.

He then entered her with his tongue again, giving her inner walls a good lick before retreating once more.

She whined louder, but still she tried to remain still for him.

He went back to licking her wet folds—fast and steady—before sinking in and withdrawing out.

Then again.

And again...and again.

This made her growl and whine loudly at him, it was becoming too much to take, and she needed his cock inside her.

His wolf looked at her; his engorged wolf cock was throbbing with want. He would take his mate again.

Before she could let out another anticipant whine, he mounted her and plunged himself inside her awaiting pussy.

She yelped in delight at this, and more so when he started to work his way in and out of her; no boundaries.

No limitations.

No teasing.

Just what his wolf—their wolves—needed as they fucked with pure carnal need.

Erick's blood was in sync with his wolf's: each beat.

Each stroke.

Each sound.

But he couldn't just stand to watch them. He needed her.

He needed her right now.

Erick looked up in front of him as he saw her again. Yes. She wasn't but 15 feet away and as naked as day, her body perfect in the combinations of curves and nimble physique.

Yet...

Once again, her back was turned to him. He could see her olive-toned body quiver, in perfect sync with her wolf as well.

Yet she dare not turn.

Dare not look at what was calling to her as well.

Erick's upper lip twitched, his cock bobbed with each of his movements as he neared her. "Why do you not look at me, mate?" His words came out husky and deep, thick with need.

She tensed at his words, her back still faced him. She wouldn't turn for him, but she would never run either: he could scent her arousal, her dire need that matched his perfectly, yet she didn't act upon it.

He reached out to her and pulled her into an embrace, her height allowed her to fit snug into his chest, "Why do you fight this?"

He could feel her tremble; both of fear and anticipation.

He brushed her silky hair back, bending down to her ear as he did so, "Don't be afraid of this. We are fated to each other..."

With that, he lightly licked the side of her ear teasingly, nibbling her earlobe slightly; her breathing hitched in her throat.

He trailed multiple kisses and nips down her neck; one hand lightly grasped and kneaded her right breast, earning a voiceless gasp past his mate's lips; he wished she could turn so he could kiss them and explore her mouth.

His kneading continued as he neared her nipple—brushing it between his fingers.

The sound of her biting her lip to remain silent did not deter him.

In fact, it encouraged him to make her call out in ecstasy, make her howl in pleasure. His free hand stroked down her side...his fingers caressing her body down her stomach...his thumb found its way down her sensitive skin, circling her belly button before trailing slowly down through her mound, pulling small and anticipant pants from her.