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Authors: Celia Kyle
to clear the twenty-foot span. He landed on the other side with a low grunt, his paws digging into the muddy bank as he slid sideways along the shore.
Tilly wasn’t far behind him, but while he anticipated the leap, she was surprised. As she landed on the opposite side of the creek, her front paws connected with the small slope at the water’s edge while her back legs landed in the cool liquid with a splash.
Her momentum carried her forward another few stumbling steps. She sought him with her gaze and leveled a glare on him when their stares connected. He fought very, very hard not to laugh at his half-soaked mate. He could do that later.
But even covered in creek water, she was gorgeous, the liquid matting her fur against her slick body. Glare in place, she took another few steps forward, and then shook herself, sending droplets flying. Followed by a feline sneeze.
She widened her eyes, the expression similar to a human raising their eyebrows, and he padded toward her. She didn’t back away or retreat, but merely remained still at his approach. Unable to resist, he nuzzled her muzzle and then rubbed his cheek across her snout. He gave her neck the same treatment, enjoying the feel of her fur against his. She belonged to him and if he couldn’t claim her with his mating bite, he could at least transfer some of his scent to her body.
When she returned the gestures, her feline tongue lapping at his fur as she caressed him, he knew she felt the same way. Even if she wouldn’t yet accept the truth, her cat welcomed their connection. That thought was reaffirmed when a low, rumbling purr filled the air. Her lioness was pleased with him. Of course, when the sound was immediately silenced with a low huff and Tilly’s quick retreat, he knew his mate’s human half wasn’t as excited.
He took a step away from her, his wolf anxious to chase his prey and present a meal to his mate to prove his worth as a partner and provider. It was archaic, but the desire was built into him, part of his soul. He had to feed her. There was no other course of action. When she moved to follow him, he eased toward her and nudged her back, trying to encourage her to stay put. He couldn’t exactly kill for her if she participated.
With a feline huff, she lowered her ass to the ground, sitting prettily and looking gorgeous despite the water and mud buried in her fur. She looked more like a brown lioness rather than gold, but it couldn’t diminish his attraction. He huffed at her, narrowing his eyes, and she released a sigh before laying down completely. He didn’t trust her though. The minute he turned his back…
Tilly hissed at him, pealing her lips back and baring her fangs as she released the sound. Apparently his mate was tired of waiting.
He released one last bark and then darted into the trees, nose to the ground in an effort to find worthy prey. He rustled a smattering of leaves, a bush here and there, and ran his muzzle along the base of tree. Rabbits recently passed, but he wanted something bigger.
The wind shifted and the scent of deer teased his nostrils. It called to his wolf, his animal anxious to hunt and run the animal to ground. They’d sate one hunger and he hoped the two of them could come together and satisfy another they shared.
Mitchell quickly changed direction, immediately spinning the moment his feet touched the ground and dashed west. He put on additional speed, racing toward the source of the aroma. He wasn’t sure how far he’d have to run, but he would get the animal. What sucked was he’d have to carry the fucker back to her. He wasn’t dragging a damned deer through the forest as a wolf. He’d feed her, but he wasn’t gonna take all fucking day to do it.
A rustling of leaves ahead of him and to the left drew his attention and a flicker of brown fur flashed into sight before disappearing once again.
Got it.
He was in pursuit, sprinting after the deer. He was fucking close as hell. This was easier than
Tilly wasn’t far behind him, but while he anticipated the leap, she was surprised. As she landed on the opposite side of the creek, her front paws connected with the small slope at the water’s edge while her back legs landed in the cool liquid with a splash.
Her momentum carried her forward another few stumbling steps. She sought him with her gaze and leveled a glare on him when their stares connected. He fought very, very hard not to laugh at his half-soaked mate. He could do that later.
But even covered in creek water, she was gorgeous, the liquid matting her fur against her slick body. Glare in place, she took another few steps forward, and then shook herself, sending droplets flying. Followed by a feline sneeze.
She widened her eyes, the expression similar to a human raising their eyebrows, and he padded toward her. She didn’t back away or retreat, but merely remained still at his approach. Unable to resist, he nuzzled her muzzle and then rubbed his cheek across her snout. He gave her neck the same treatment, enjoying the feel of her fur against his. She belonged to him and if he couldn’t claim her with his mating bite, he could at least transfer some of his scent to her body.
When she returned the gestures, her feline tongue lapping at his fur as she caressed him, he knew she felt the same way. Even if she wouldn’t yet accept the truth, her cat welcomed their connection. That thought was reaffirmed when a low, rumbling purr filled the air. Her lioness was pleased with him. Of course, when the sound was immediately silenced with a low huff and Tilly’s quick retreat, he knew his mate’s human half wasn’t as excited.
He took a step away from her, his wolf anxious to chase his prey and present a meal to his mate to prove his worth as a partner and provider. It was archaic, but the desire was built into him, part of his soul. He had to feed her. There was no other course of action. When she moved to follow him, he eased toward her and nudged her back, trying to encourage her to stay put. He couldn’t exactly kill for her if she participated.
With a feline huff, she lowered her ass to the ground, sitting prettily and looking gorgeous despite the water and mud buried in her fur. She looked more like a brown lioness rather than gold, but it couldn’t diminish his attraction. He huffed at her, narrowing his eyes, and she released a sigh before laying down completely. He didn’t trust her though. The minute he turned his back…
Tilly hissed at him, pealing her lips back and baring her fangs as she released the sound. Apparently his mate was tired of waiting.
He released one last bark and then darted into the trees, nose to the ground in an effort to find worthy prey. He rustled a smattering of leaves, a bush here and there, and ran his muzzle along the base of tree. Rabbits recently passed, but he wanted something bigger.
The wind shifted and the scent of deer teased his nostrils. It called to his wolf, his animal anxious to hunt and run the animal to ground. They’d sate one hunger and he hoped the two of them could come together and satisfy another they shared.
Mitchell quickly changed direction, immediately spinning the moment his feet touched the ground and dashed west. He put on additional speed, racing toward the source of the aroma. He wasn’t sure how far he’d have to run, but he would get the animal. What sucked was he’d have to carry the fucker back to her. He wasn’t dragging a damned deer through the forest as a wolf. He’d feed her, but he wasn’t gonna take all fucking day to do it.
A rustling of leaves ahead of him and to the left drew his attention and a flicker of brown fur flashed into sight before disappearing once again.
Got it.
He was in pursuit, sprinting after the deer. He was fucking close as hell. This was easier than
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