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He’d thoroughly enjoyed running through the woods with her. Her wolf was a beautiful beast, her coat so fine, she would have made the perfect hunter. He’d loved how gracefully she had moved through the forest, mirroring his speed and maneuverability with precision, albeit with some difficulty.
His thoughts flew, unbidden, to the moment in front of the house, when they’d both transformed back into their human forms after their run together in the woods.
He hadn’t been prepared for how beautiful she would be with her clothes off. From her gait and her curvaceous figure, he could tell that she had grown into a beautiful woman. And yet, when he’d turned around and had seen her standing behind him, he’d been frozen to the spot.
Her silky, midnight hair draping down her back and shoulders, her perfectly rounded breasts with beautiful, pink nipples pointing at him, the little bush carved into a V between her thighs, and her graceful long legs had fragmented his mind into several tiny pieces like chipped ice.
She had been covered in mud and dirt, but it had only magnified how impossibly beautiful she looked. He had stared, long and hard. He was ashamed at himself for doing so, but it was completely beyond his power.
He had not intended to do so, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop looking. He’d felt locked in a trance, his entire life orbiting that single moment in which he struggled and failed to tear his eyes off of Eleanor’s perfect body.
Deep in his trance as he was, he’d noticed her staring at him too. She’d done it as unabashedly as he had, her eyes widening as she watched his shaft grow firm. Her expression had been a mixture of awe and confusion, and he’d noticed some shame as well.
He shivered as the memory of her body coursed through his mind. Goosebumps dotted all over his neck and he felt his wolf stir with a dangerous hunger, like a hunter seeking wounded prey.
He felt a numbing sensation, and when he looked down, he saw that he had a rock-hard erection between his legs.Oh God, he cried silently in his mind, squeezing his eyes shut.What are you doing, Blake? Pull yourself together.
He burned with lust for her, and he hated himself for it. Her whole life, she’d been a child to him. She was a woman grown now, yes, but he couldn’t shake the images of her as a toddler, trying her best to run wild with her older brother and his friend.
To him, she would always be little Ellie, Xander’s baby sister. And yet…
It was maddening to Blake that she was so close by. He had no intentions of calling on her. Not now, maybe not ever, but thinking about her maddened him. Of all the problems that he had associated with the oath and their marriage, he had not anticipated this. How could he?
He felt a pulsation between his legs and groaned from the sweet pain. He took off his robe and entered the bathroom. He felt as if he was burning up and needed to be doused.
He turned on the water full blast. The cold water stung, but he was grateful for the relief it provided. He let out a deep sigh and rested his head on the glass door of the shower stall. His breathing was deep and hard, as if he had just emerged from a cold lake.
He shut his eyes and lathered evenly, enjoying the pressure of the cold water on his skin. When he touched his shaft, he was shocked to find that he was still as hard as a metal bar.
He opened his eyes a few moments later and saw that he was still rubbing gently against his hardness, foam gathering on his palm and shaft. He watched himself jerk off with a silent curiosity, his hand stroking up and down with smooth efficiency.
What the fuck?He washed off quickly before he could continue further, burning with embarrassment and shame. He slipped into his bed naked and turned off the lights.
In the darkness, he worked hard to control his ragged breathing and regain control of this lust that had him spinning out of control. He managed it with great difficulty, slowing down his heartbeat with canine practice.
He had no idea how he was supposed to go on with this arrangement, feeling the way he did about Eleanor. One thing he did know was that he had to find a way. He loved and respected Xander too much to act on whatever it was he was feeling at the moment.
As he drifted off into sleep, the last thought he had was of a red wolf running through the woods with a black one, their movement in sync like a well-rehearsed dance.
Chapter 9 - Eleanor
Sleep didn’t come easily for Eleanor. How could it? She hadn’t thought she’d be spending the night alone in such a big house.
She hadn’t set out for anything intimate to happen between her and Blake, but as the day went on and as they went about their facade together, she’d found herself burning for the moment.
That hunger had only worsened when she’d seen what he was working with after they had shifted back into their human forms. She still had flashes of him pinning her to a wall, drilling her till she lost her mind, painting her mind a vivid red.
It didn’t help when she thought about how empty the house was. There was no one here but the two of them. Vivid images of them getting steamy in all the rooms of the house, with no one present to disturb, churned her insides.
She’d never met a man who made her as hot as Blake did. She’d never met someone who she wanted to fling herself against with reckless abandon. Well, she hadn’t. Until she’d met Blake again a few days ago.
From the moment she saw him, these feelings had been building up steadily in her, coursing angrily through her, while she did her best to ignore or deny them.
She’d come to a boiling point when she saw him naked, shifting from one magnificent form to the other. From a powerful beast to a gorgeous man. He was built like a tank, his muscles rippling with every motion like plates of fine steel on armor.
She’d seen the desperate hunger in his eyes. She’d felt the animalistic lust pouring out of him like molten magma when he looked at her. She loved that he’d shown as much restraint as he had, but she also hated him for it.
Deep down, she wished he had made a move, whisked her into throes of forbidden passion. He hadn’t, though. He’d gotten her covered up instead, acting as if she hadn’t seen the desire in his eyes.
