A Wolf's Paradise

LIANA

These woodlands are honestly some of the most beautiful I have ever trekked through. The place is teeming with life everywhere you look. Deer, boar, owls, I even saw an eagle!

It’s honestly breathtaking. The joy I feel, trotting along and letting my wolf take full control of my mind, feels amazing. I always had to be so careful before, even in my pack’s territory. You never know when you will come across a randy wolf, no matter the time of month, and that was always dangerous. I had to be highly aware of my surroundings—but here I can be free, especially with the protection of Lucian so close by.

My wolf has stopped to sniff several exciting smells on the trees and in the earth, and is loving every minute of being out here. It really is a wolf’s paradise.

We cover the ground quickly, and it isn’t long before my ears prick up at the sound of running water.

I look over my shoulder at Lucian, then bound around him playfully, like a puppy, as excited to go for a swim as my wolf is. He jerks his head forward, telling me to go for it, and I lunge off toward the sound.

***

The river is perfect! Glistening, clear, fresh mountain water. I don’t even think before jumping straight in and taking a long drink of the crisp water. Slapping my lips and flicking off the water, I look at Lucian who is wading in toward me.

Reaching my side, he nuzzles into my neck before taking a drink himself.

I look up to the bright sky, feeling the water rippling past my legs as the sun soaks into my body. Oh, it is perfect.

A gentle breeze graces us, and Lucian stiffens slightly, lifting his head to sniff the air. His eyes almost glow, making me shrink a little. I glance nervously around. It only takes me a few seconds to see what he has smelled. Three wolves are trotting toward the river on the other side. They haven’t noticed us yet, but it won’t be long before they smell us.

Lucian looks around on our side before nuzzling into me, ushering me back onto his land.

The splashing of water quickly catches the attention of the wolves on the other side, whose ears prick up as they look straight at us.

From this distance, it is hard to scent if they are shifters or natural wolves, but it doesn’t take long to find out. In another heartbeat, the largest of the wolves shifts and stands tall on his side, sniffing at the air, with his eyes boring into me. I shrink back and tuck myself against Lucian’s side as he glares at them.

The other two wolves shift too, and they all get visibly excited, scenting me. Although I am with a male, they know I am not mated yet. For a wolf, or three…I am fair game.

Seeing their reactions, Lucian growls in a way I’ve never heard before. The sound shakes even me, but the strange wolves, being from another territory, are clearly unaware of who Lucian is. Knowing that they outnumber him, they seemed completely unfazed.

The biggest one whistles at me as if I were some stray dog, and I whine at the insult, making Lucian even angrier. I know that he can’t shift for fear of missing a movement of theirs and endangering us both.

The three wolves look at one another and talk quietly. Then they begin to shift again—before heading straight toward us through the river! I look to Lucian, who stands strong but doesn’t make a single move toward them. I wonder why, until it clicks.

If they cross onto his territory, he has every right to defend it.

Oh Goddess, this isn’t good.

They wade through the water with fire in their eyes, getting into a triangular formation, with the biggest one taking an obvious lead.

I really wish I could hear Lucian in my head right now. If only we shared a link! I don’t know what to do, but he shows me by walking me backward to the woodland’s edge. There, he nestles me behind a tree before stepping forward again.

Of course, the wolves aren’t ~as~ big as he is—but there are three of them. As they stalk forward through the water growling their threats, Lucian snarls right back at them.

Once their paws touch his turf, Lucian is ready. I watch in horror, half hidden behind the tree, as the wolves draw nearer. In a moment of weakness, the biggest one looks away from Lucian toward me—and licks his lips. He practically seals his fate with that action, giving Lucian an excuse to attack him.

I am both amazed and appalled by what happens next. Lucian is all beast, in this moment. It makes me run hot and break out in a cold sweat all at the same time. I hear the crunching of bone and a loud howl, and peep around the tree to see that Lucian has easily broken a leg of the largest wolf. It’s hard to keep track of the action after that. It’s all gnashing of sharp teeth and the tussle of bodies being crashed into and thrown around, left and right.

The two smaller wolves quickly abandon their friend and plunge back into the water. Lucian has the largest wolf pinned down by his throat as he yelps and whines helplessly. In that moment, Lucian shifts, and even as a human he can still hold down the attacker.

“You are lucky she is here!” Lucian spits at the stranger. “You ever cross ~MY~ lands again?! Coming to assault ~MY~ mate?! I will snap you like a twig, ~pup~! Am I clear?!” he snarls, and the wolf nods, whining. “Your queen will be hearing of your treason, you can be sure about that! Now get the fuck off my land, whelp!”

Lucian picks him up by the throat and launches him back into the river, where he scrambles to his feet and drags himself as quickly as he can back through the water.

Lucian stands with heaving shoulders, glaring in their direction until they’re out of sight. I peek around the tree with a small whine, and he quickly turns, looking directly to where he left me.

He drops to his knees and calms his breathing down, holding his arms out to me.

“Come here, baby. It’s okay,” he says softly. I take a few cautious steps forward, looking around then back at Lucian, who has some deep gashes over his chest and stomach. The sight of the wounds makes me whine. My wolf hates seeing her mate injured. “Shhh, I’m here, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

I make my way to his outstretched arms, and he wraps them around my neck and strokes my fur gently. “You okay?” he asks, and I nod, letting him comfort me.

The scent of his blood makes me look down at his body again. We heal, but it’s not as quick as some would guess. He’ll be fine by tomorrow, but it takes a little time. I whine again, then bring my nose to the gashes on his chest and delicately start to lick them clean. His arms fall to his sides, and he allows me to take care of him as he groans, relaxing into it.

I move down to the ones on his stomach and start lapping them clean, making sure the wounds stop bleeding. He groans again when I reach the lowest wound, but this is a different reaction. Definitely not one of pain.

“Mmm, damn, that feels so good, baby.” His hand strokes my head while my tongue moves across the final slice. His breathing picks up a little and he chuckles slightly when I feel him rise beneath my chin. I move back, looking down at his arousal. Resting back on his hands, he smiles proudly. “Shift,” he says, looking over my form. Without hesitation, I shift in front of him. “Good girl. Come here.” His voice is a whole lot quieter now, but it makes me shiver with excitement.

~Only kissing, only kissing, only kissing~, I tell myself. But I know it won’t be that way, not now. I can’t resist him. My wolf can’t resist him. Not this time. No matter what my logical brain tells me, I am going to do whatever he asks me to do. The danger, the fighting, the way he protected me—it’s made me putty in his hands.

As I step into his reach, he grabs my wrist and yanks me hard so I stumble and fall directly down onto his lap. I gasp as I land directly on his hard staff.

“Grind,” he growls, and grabs my waist in his hands to start guiding me. I whine at the feeling of his cock slipping between my folds and his tip rubbing hard against my bead.

“Agh!” I cry out when he nudges that perfect spot inside me.

“So good for me. Grind that big cock, baby! Fuck! You’re going to make me come!” he snaps, giving me a hard slap on my ass as his other hand moves to my throat, gripping it hard. I hadn’t expected it to feel so good but, oh Goddess, does his possession do something to me.

With a loud whine, I push him back hard onto the earth and slide myself along him with built-up aggression. He growls a deep rumble that vibrates from his stomach through to my clit. Using his hold on my throat, he pulls my face down to his and licks up the column on my neck, making me whimper.

“You have no idea how much I want to bite this pretty little throat,” he mumbles between pants, and my movements become messy and untamed, demanding an orgasm from us both. My moans get louder and everything starts to shake and tremble. “Oh, that’s my good girl. Come for me, Princess.”

His words unravel me and I come like the good girl I apparently am, and cream over him.

He groans with satisfaction as my body goes slack from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Don’t stop, baby girl, or daddy will just take over,” he warns with a savage smile. My cheeks flush pink at his words and I force myself to keep rolling my hips on his as he rubs harder on my sensitive bead. “Fuck yes! Agh shit! There! Right there!” he growls, both hands moving to grip the thick flesh of my hips as I keep working through my quivering exhaustion until he groans a strangled moan and I feel his cock throb and pulse as he releases his come all over his stomach.

With twitching muscles, his hold relaxes slowly and he lets me drop forward to rest on his still heaving chest as he caresses me softly with small squeezes.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, I couldn’t have lasted any longer,” he whispers sweetly, pressing kisses along the top of my shoulder—and I smile with pride. Oh yeah, ~I~ can break a king!

There’s a sentence I never thought I’d be saying, but here I am, still sitting on top of the pulsing cock of a mighty king in all his glory, ~and~ even more? I’m his mate.

Oh Goddess. What have I done?