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I don’t turn around. I know better than to do that. I can handle this. I calm myself by breathing as slowly as possible and gently lowering my body to the ground. My heart only speeds up as the sounds get closer. I can do this. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. To come face to face with the werewolves.
Adrenaline spikes through my body making my heart race and beat chaotically. My hands are numb with fear. My instincts tell me to run, but I know better than to do that. I gently place my palms on the dirt and push them forward to lower my body into a bow even though I’m facing away from both of the wolves moving behind me. The smell of dirt and grass helps me relax slightly as the sounds of several heavy steps get louder and louder.
My shoulders and chest rise as I breathe heavily, struggling to remain calm. My eyes refuse to close, and I find myself staring toward the open field, where the only bit of light is illuminating the forest. I swallow thickly as both wolves move only feet from me. Their presence and dominance are an overwhelming physical force pressing against me. Regret passes through me as my anxiety rises. Everything in me wants to run as the fear of the unknown races through me, but I stay strong. I’m doing this for a righteous cause. I’m confident in my work. I hold on to the last bit of strength that I have and do my best to just breathe and wait for the werewolves to give me their consent to rise.
My body tenses and trembles on the cold, hard ground as I sense a large form on my left. The warm breath of the wolf sends a chill of goosebumps down my neck. His jaws are close to my neck; warning me, daring me. This is the test I knew they’d present to me. The knowledge that I was right in what their initial reaction would be makes me feel slightly at ease, even if his jaws are within an inch of my throat and large enough to rip into my flesh and end my life in an instant.
The heat sends an immediate spike of desire through me, making me clench my thighs and repress a moan. The craving is at odds with the terror that’s natural to feel in the presence of wolves. I cling to it in order to suppress my need to run away from the danger. The wolf scents the air and a low rumble of approval growls in the small space between us, making my body heat and my clit throb.
Yet again, the physical force of their presence is undeniable and shocking. I shouldn’t feel this way. It’s wrong. I know it is. And yet…
The other wolf approaches and pushes my simple tank top up my back with his nose, exposing my skin. The cold, wet feeling on my sensitized skin makes my body shudder, but I do my best to keep still. It’s important to make it clear that I have no intention to challenge them. I keep repeating that very important fact in my head while I tilt my head slightly, exposing more of my neck. I want to make my submission obvious. I’m at their mercy. My heart pounds in my chest as a large white paw steps just a mere inch in front of my face. The pads dig into the dirt and remain planted in front of me as the wolf lowers his head to my cheek, scenting me.
I want to close my eyes and hide, but the fear of death is keeping them wide open. My heart hammers against my rib cage as his breath tickles my neck. A low growl from the other wolf has a whimper falling from my lips without my consent and my hands fist in a weak attempt to cower. I immediately flatten them again. My breath stops short as a vicious snarl erupts from my left.
Fuck!
I should’ve never fisted my hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I part my lips ready to plead with the wolves, but the second I open my mouth the paw leaves my vision with a heavy sound of the massive beast stepping over my body and leaving me in my passive position alone. I stay still waiting to hear what they’re doing. I know they must only be feet from me, but I can’t hear them moving. Are they waiting for me? Are they testing me? I’ve never considered much of what’s expected of me past this point. I didn’t plan on it being this intense, this terrifying. My eyes dart frantically from the clearing to the trees, waiting anxiously for any sign from the wolves as to what I should do. My neck remains stiff from the fear and my knees ache to move.
Everything in me begs me to lift my head and see them, but I’m too fucking scared. My body is paralyzed. I need to gather the strength to approach them. I knew this would happen and I planned on it. I was so eager to catch up to them. But actually being near them, I wasn’t prepared to feel their power. I wasn’t prepared to be so afraid. After a long moment of almost silence, shuffling occurs a few feet from me. Leaves are scattered in my periphery followed by a loud huff from the snout of one of the massive shifters. The air around me moves as the sound of the wolf stalking toward me gets louder. My body trembles and I wait with bated breath, hoping they’ll give me a chance to speak.
Then the sound changes. No longer the pounding of heavy paws on the ground. Instead it’s the sound of a man walking with confidence and taking determined strides. It’s softer, yet just as intimidating.
He shifted.
The knowledge brings me hope that I’ll be able to follow through with my plan and find the courage to speak. I try to lift my head again, but I’m still frozen in place. My body is incapable of moving in the presence of such dominance. My breath picks up as he walks past my head, stopping at my side to tower over me.
In this moment there are only two things I am sure of. A naked shifter is hovering over my bowed body, deciding what he wants to do with me. And I am completely at his mercy.
My body jolts as a large, strong hand settles on my lower back. A low growl erupts from him as I move instinctually against his touch. I didn’t mean to, but my body reacts on its own accord and tries to escape his hold. His other hand splays across my shoulder blades and pushes my upper half back onto the ground. The firm shove doesn’t hurt, but his power over me is evident. His desire for me to remain submissive has been made clear. I press my lips together and pray for his compassion.
It’s a heady feeling to be at the mercy of someone who possesses so much strength. Someone who could ruin you without much thought or energy. My blood heats as his hands slowly move, lessening in pressure and traveling leisurely over my body. His fingers barely graze my skin and send tingles of want through me. His touch makes me writhe faintly beneath him. I resist the urge as best I can and concentrate on keeping my breath even.
A short, low groan vibrates in the air as his hands leave my body. I finally lift my head and dare to look at him. I slowly rise on all fours, waiting to feel the shifter’s hands on me again. I keep my head bowed, but he allows me to raise my head and chest off the ground with no objection.
A white wolf with piercing blue eyes within my arm’s reach watches my movements but doesn’t protest them. He stands tall scrutinizing me with an unyielding gaze. My lips part at his beauty and the obvious strength he possesses. His massive body stands out against the forest with dominance; the very nature surrounding us is bowing to him. His eyes are cold and hard, watching me as though he’s waiting to pounce on his prey. The sight of him makes my breath hitch and blood scorch.
A movement to my left makes my eyes dart to the shifter standing over me. My eyes widen as I take in the vision of the broad-shouldered man, his tanned skin taut over hard muscle. His thick, black hair falls wildly just before his shoulders, his silver eyes heat as I meet his curious gaze. I feel an intense pull to bow to him, to lower myself back to the ground and wait for his orders. Dark stubble lines his masculine jaw as a small, sexy grin slips into place. He’s pleased by my reaction. A purr of satisfaction vibrates through me, as though his approval is all that’s necessary.
Between the two beasts, I’m not sure which is the Alpha, they both have an air to them that demands obedience. But there’s no question that they could both destroy me.
The werewolf’s grin morphs into a cocky smirk as his eyes roam my body. “Come.” He speaks his command in a low, masculine tone as he turns his back to me and walks away, leaving me to stare at the corded muscles in his arms and legs and his bare ass that has my pussy aching with need. He’s confident that I’ll follow him. And he’s right. My mouth opens to speak, but immediately I slam my jaw shut. I can’t question him or his authority.
I move to my knees and ready my still-shaking body to obey him, but as my eyes reach the wolf’s gaze ahead of me, I still. I’m afraid to even breathe too loud as the intense stare from the wolf entraps me. My body chills as he continues to glare at me, as if daring me to follow him. I feel trapped between the two of them. One commanding me to follow and the other warning me to stay away. It’s not until the other shifter passes the wolf that the beast turns to move deeper into the forest, releasing me to make my decision.
OWEN
It takes too fucking long for her to get her sweet ass up off the ground and follow us. I glance to my left and glare at Luke. “Knock it the fuck off.” I scold him in my head, but he still doesn’t turn away from her. “What the fuck is your problem?” I don’t understand why he’s so pissed off. He should be grateful. “Aren’t you happy we have her now?”
“She’s human.” His low voice echoes in my head as he turns away from her and starts to walk with me, deeper into the forest and closer to home. We still have two days until we’ll be back to our pack, and I can’t fucking wait to get our mate into bed.
Our mate.
“Obviously.” My chest aches thinking we may never have come across our mate had we not stopped to see who was trailing us.
“She’s weak.” He practically snarls the words, and I stop in my tracks to stare him down. My fists clench and my nostrils flare in anger. I hear her steps come to a halt behind me and smell her fear. Shit. She thinks my anger for her, as though she’s done something to disappoint me. I snort at the thought and relax my posture for her peace of mind. Her submission was perfect; there’s not a single thing she did to make me angry. She knew exactly how to behave, and it was a damn beautiful sight to see someone so stunning and vulnerable carry themselves with courage and confidence. She’s at least a foot shorter than both of us and there’s no way she’d be able to keep us off her, but she had the bravery not to run and the wisdom not to challenge us. Weak isn’t a word I’d use to describe her, and it infuriates me that Luke thinks so little of her.
Our mate has yet to move, and the smell of her distress makes my gut twist and my wolf whine. Her breathing comes in short, panicked pants and it’s a fucking sexy sound, but I hate that it’s caused by fear. Especially fear of me. My fingers itch to comfort her. I shift, reveling in the feel of my joints stretching and the burn of my muscles morphing to fit the beast I am. Our little mate takes a hesitant step back as I turn to face her in wolf form.
