Wolf's Run: A BBW Shifter Romance (6 page)

“I can’t!” he growled and his words focused my attention. I knew why he protested and I couldn’t deny him.

“Then do it, Yeager. Come inside of me!” I urged him. Yeager fought it and another wild surge of immense delight tore through me. I screamed and Yeager roared as he let loose within me. I bit my lip, drawing blood, as he filled me with his seed. I wailed and went limp as Yeager thrust into me one last time and held himself deep within me, the last of his orgasm flowing from him. I felt him grow causing me some discomfort but not enough to sour the pleasure. Not even close.

Yeager’s fangs withdrew and suddenly he no longer snarled and growled. But inside me, he remained a wolf. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed as my body buzzed with excitement and I felt tears leak from my eyes. Yeager laughed, let go of my wrists and wrapped his arms around my neck pressing himself to me.

“You’re fucking amazing, Cassie. Better than I’d dreamed,” he told me and then kissed me deeply. I pushed him away after a moment, needing to breathe though I regretted it.

“What the fuck? Is it always like that?” I asked breathlessly. I’d never experienced anything as deeply satisfying, as incredibly urgent, as what I just had.

“No. It gets better,” he assured me but I couldn’t imagine it. Every shred of my being had been gratified beyond anything I’d ever known. Whether it was the man, the beast he became within me or the connection I couldn’t deny we shared, or all of them at once, I didn’t know. All I knew was I couldn’t imagine life without experiencing that again.

“What’s going on inside of me? It hurts a bit,” I asked. I felt an unfamiliar pressure that I found strangely pleasant despite, or maybe because of, the slight discomfort.

“It’ll go away in a minute. It’s the knot designed to keep me inside and let nature do its thing,” he explained. I should have been repulsed at such thing but I wasn’t.

“I don’t know why, but I kind of like it,” I said.

“You’re on the pill?” he asked.

“Yeah, but you should have asked before you did that, you know,” I teased. I felt the pressure lessen and Yeager attempted to pull out of me but I held him there inside of me with my legs that were still wrapped around him. “You don’t need to leave,” I told him.

“Sorry, things got out of hand pretty fast. I should have prepared you,” he offered.

“I should care but I don’t. I...I don’t know why but I think that all the growling and biting is fucking hot!” I told him. Yeager chuckled.

“I’m glad you think so. I think you’re pretty hot. Damn, I could watch you come like that all day,” he said. I blushed but not from embarrassment. Then I had a thought.

“When do I get to see you, the real you,” I asked. I didn’t know if this was the real Yeager or the wolf he became was, maybe both were, but he knew what I meant.

“I’ll show you tonight. It’s always better by moonlight,” he said.

“What is?” I wondered.

“You’ll see,” he told me. I didn’t know what he meant but I was eager to find out. I cupped his angular face in my hands and kissed the sexy biker. I felt like this would all come crashing down, that I’d realize what was happening and freak out or something but it didn’t happen. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were meant for each other. Maybe I was born for him and he was born for me. My mind was still a bit clouded from our lovemaking and my thoughts were a bit too deep to truly contemplate.

“We should get back to the cabin. We’re exposed out here,” Yeager told me after I kissed him.

“Are we in danger?” I wondered.

“Not immediately but I suspect Dolan isn’t going to let this go. We’re a long way from Gold Canyon and he’d have to be a lot closer to scent us. Still we shouldn’t assume anything,” he explained.

“What are we going to do? We can’t live here forever in that old cabin,” I asked.

“Too bad. I’d love to have you all to myself in a place like this,” Yeager replied with a sly smile. That did sound pretty nice. “I’m still thinking on it,” Yeager continued more seriously. “I’ll have made a decision by tomorrow. This will come to a head whether we want it to or not. I’d prefer it did on our terms,” he told me. I was more than willing to let Yeager take the lead. I was in over my head and I felt as if there was more going on than either of us knew. But curiously, I suddenly could detect a scent.

“I can smell you,” I said. Yeager cocked his head and frowned.

“I didn’t get a shower but we went swimming. I can’t smell that bad,” he complained. That wasn’t what I smelled, however.

“No, your scent. I can smell your scent. I thought it was some strange cologne when we met but it’s your scent like you can detect mine. I’m sure if it,” I explained and breathed deeply. I could definitely detect his scent, faintly but it was there and I knew it was Yeager’s.

“That’s strange. I’ve never heard of a woman being able to do that. Then again, what do I know? I’ve never done any of this before. Still it’s a bit odd I’ve never heard of such a thing,” he said but without too much concern in his voice. That made me wonder.

“You’re weren’t a...virgin, were you?” I asked not taking his meaning.

“What? No! You might be my mate, but that didn’t mean I’ve been celibate,” Yeager replied and then laughed loudly. “I meant I’ve only got one mate and you’re her so I’ve never experienced this process. I’ve only heard tales of how it goes but each is somewhat different,” he explained further.

“Oh, good. I don’t what to know details but I think I prefer a man with some experience,” I said. He laughed again.

“Well, I’m experienced and we’ll leave it at that,” he told me. I smiled at him, not begrudging those other lucky women because they weren’t Yeager’s mate. I was. I felt so comfortable with him like I belonged by his side. I guess if he was right, I did. I didn’t freak at the thought but it was still a bit hard to swallow even if I did like the idea. “Let’s get dressed and head back. I’m hungry,” he said interrupting my thoughts and kissed me once more before I finally let him go. He looked normal again and I was left imagining what he looked like when he changed inside of me as we made love.

We cleaned up in the lake, dressed and hiked back to the cabin finding it just as we left it. We made ourselves some food, raviolis from a can and some olives that appeared to still be sealed up tight and unspoiled. Afterwards, I was tired. All the excitement, if you could call almost being raped by a half man, half wolf and seeing Jimmy murdered excitement, and the morning with Yeager had gotten to me so I lay down and took a nap. Yeager promised he wouldn’t go far but he said he needed to think. As long as he was around, I felt safe. I was out before he left.

~~O~~

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up,” Yeager said to me as he gently shook me awake. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and realized it was dark inside the cabin.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked, stretching to get the kinks out.

“Awhile. It’s not dark yet but the sun is down,” he replied.

“I guess everything took more of a toll than I thought,” I said. Yeager smiled.

“You’ve been through a lot and have a lot of stuff to work through. I don’t blame you. It’s good you slept. You’ll be ready for tonight,” he told me.

“Oh yeah. I’m kind of excited to see you like that,” I admitted.

“I can’t talk. I’m in there and I can perceive what you say but I won’t be able to respond. In my experience, you’ll figure out what I’m thinking by my body language and expressions,” he told me.

“I’m not the first?” I asked disappointed that another woman might have experienced his alter ego.

“The first woman? Yes, you are. I’ve run with other shifters but that’s part of our way. We don’t show our human lovers until we meet our mate. No other true human knows what I am except you,” he told me. My disappointment melted away.

“And the last?” I asked hopefully.

“And the last. Things happen, we lose our mates sometimes. That’s just life. But we never take another. We might take lovers but never another mate. We are human, so to speak. We have needs,” Yeager explained. I liked the sound of that. Mates for life and never another. I suppose it was a bit childish but it sounded like the stuff of fairytales. Beauty and the beast maybe?

“So when do we go?” I wondered, eager to see Yeager as a wolf.

“As soon as it’s dark. The moon is full tonight so it’ll be up just after dark. You’ll be able to see. That’s why I didn’t light a fire. You’re eyes are already adjusted to the darkness and the moonlight will make it look like daylight...well, not quite but you’ll be able to see well enough,” Yeager explained. I felt a sense of excitement and wonder. If what Yeager told me was true, and I had no reason to doubt him, I was one of the few women who would ever see a shifter in his animal form. That made me feel rather special.

“What’s it like when you do it, you know, shift or whatever?” I asked.

“It’s painful but it’s worth it. You get used to it. It looks a bit scary but it’s natural and normal for me. No sparkly lights and magic if that’s what you mean. When I shift, I literally change shape. It ain’t pretty,” Yeager explained.

“I can handle it,” I said. I’d seen an American Werewolf in London though I hoped it wasn’t exactly like that for Yeager’s sake.

“I know you can. I’ll try to run slow so you can keep up,” he told me.

“Are you suggesting I’m out of shape?” I asked playfully.

“Never, you’re the perfect shape,” Yeager said and winked at me. I smiled despite myself. “We’ll be running and you’ll be in bare feet,” he explained further.

“Bare feet?” I wondered. Why wouldn’t I wear shoes?

“I’ll be naked, more or less. You will be too. I promise, there are few things in this world that can top a moonlight run au natural. For you that’s naked. For me, well, that’s on four paws,” he told me. Suddenly, the whole experience hit me. This was for real. Yeager was a shifter and soon he’d be a wolf. I believed it but it wasn’t real until that moment. Even our tryst by the lake hadn’t made his ability to become a wolf real. I exhaled and felt a bit faint suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Yeager asked.

“Nothing. I just...this all kind of hit me suddenly. All of it. I didn’t doubt you but it seemed a bit surreal until just now,” I told him and I began to sob. Yeager came to my side and slipped his arm around me. “I’m sorry. I’m just being silly,” I told him.

“No you’re not. This is a lot to take in under the best of circumstances. With all you’ve been through, I’m amazed at the way you’ve handled it. Look, Cassie, we’re mates and that means a lot. We’re more than lovers. I’m your friend and partner. I’ve never met a shifter and his mate that weren’t the best of friends and the closest of partners. I’ll always be there for you no matter what. To you, we’ve just met but to me you’ve been there my whole life just waiting to be discovered and claimed. You’re a strong woman and I’m proud of you,” Yeager said. I looked into his eyes wiping the tears from mine.

“Thank you. I’m trying,” I said and Yeager squeezed me to him.

“It’s dark enough. Let’s go,” Yeager told me and unzipped my hoodie and helped me wiggle free of it. He looked at my breasts, amazement in his eyes and then cupped one of them in his strong hand and squeezed it softly. “God damn!” he remarked before moving to my jeans and I giggled at his obvious desire. One minute I was laughing, the next crying. I was a bit of a mess but Yeager took it all in stride. He undressed me slowly, making the mundane act a sensual and loving one. Then when I was nude, he left me sitting on the cot as he began to undress himself.

I stopped him, standing and pulling his hands away from his body. I ran my hands over his broad chest and then down his washboard stomach. I untucked his t-shirt and pushed it up his body but there was only so much I could do. Our height difference became apparent. I wasn’t exactly tall, even for a woman. He towered over me and I felt tiny next to him, a feeling I rarely enjoyed.

Yeager took his shirt off for me as I ran my nails down his torso to his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed them over his hips and down his thighs. He wore lavender briefs that barely contained his growing erection. “These are kind of girly for a shifter, aren’t they?” I asked teasingly.

“I’m comfortable with my sexuality,” Yeager replied and I giggled. I caressed the thick ridge in his briefs with one hand for a moment, and I let the other play among the chiseled muscles of his torso. Yeager sighed as I coaxed goose bumps from his taught and tanned flesh. “You’d better stop that or we’re not leaving this cabin,” Yeager said meaningfully.

“You’re just lucky I want to see you on all fours...though if you’re game for some more fun before we go on our run, so am I,” I said. Yeager shot me a wicked grin.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re as full of surprises as I am?” Yeager wondered.

“I can’t explain it but with you, I want to be...naughty,” I said to tease Yeager but it was true. I was drawn to this man in ways I couldn’t understand. I felt as if he somehow filled a place in my life I didn’t even realize existed. I was alone in the world save for Edie and a few casual friends. My father was never there and my mom was gone now. Maybe this was all part of some plan and Yeager came to me to fill the void. Or maybe it just appeared that way. In any case, I felt a sense of calm and peace with the sexy biker, a closeness our brief relationship didn’t warrant.

“Well your kinky desires will have to wait. I need to run. I need to feel the grass and earth beneath my paws, the wind through my fur. Stand back,” Yeager told me. I did and he finished undressing, freeing himself from his briefs only after removing his boots and jeans. He wasn’t fully erect but Yeager was swollen and naked like that, he looked magnificent. I only wanted to see him as a wolf marginally more than I wanted to tackle him and have my way with him. He definitely was having an effect on me and I liked it.

“Show me,” I urged him. Yeager shot me a smoky look and then closed his eyes. His breathing quickened and then he groaned and hunched over. His body began to change shape and his skin sprouted dark gray hair. It was nothing like that werewolf movie. No screaming or bones cracking but it didn’t look pleasant. Yeager’s body contorted taking on a more canine shape, his fur thickened and his face elongated as his fangs appeared again. But the one thing that didn’t change, not really, were his eyes. The wolf’s amber eyes contained Yeager, his intelligence, his passion and his personality.