In a flash, so quickly that if a normal human blinked, they would have missed it completely, the third wolf turned on his pack mates. He growled at them, a fierce, frightening sound that made the other two kneel in submission, their tails between their legs and their bodies bent in a deep bow.
The giant wolf sent a series of fierce warning barks into the air, causing the other two to scurry off into the forest, leaving me alone, staring into the amber golden eyes of what I knew, without a shred of doubt, was my mate.
Instinctually, I fell to my knees, offering him my hand. He didn’t hesitate, coming over to let me touch his luxurious, thick white fur.
“Would you like to shift?” I asked. “I have clothing in that burrow over there. My dad keeps clothing hidden around the property—he’s a huge man, I’m sure it would fit.”
At my request, I could feel his bones begin to constrict and shift. Where a wolf once nuzzled against me, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen now gazed back.
Dark, jet black hair bracketed deep, ocean blue eyes, his chiseled jaw and full lips calling for my fingers to touch. His shoulders were huge, the muscles rippled slabs of brute strength that I could only imagine wrapping around my small frame.
He rose slowly, allowing me to get a full view. He was tall, taller than most of the bears I’d ever seen, around six-foot-seven-inches of pure mass, his physique intimidating, arms the size of two of my thighs put together.
My eyes were trying to divert from noticing the other massive part of him. His erection was thick and at full salute. My mouth watered, fingertips tingling as I imagined taking his girth in my hands for the first time. I’d never felt anything so deeply primal, so raw and desperate. My desire to be his was strong, my need to submit to him stronger.
I’d always dreamed of the moment I would imprint on my mate, but never could I have dreamed of the sheer force of him.
To keep myself busy, I ran to the burrow and grabbed the sweats my father kept there, dark black jogging pants, a white T-shirt, and a gray hoodie.
“We already belong to each other. There’s no need for you to turn away.” His deep baritone voice traveled down my body, causing me to react in ways I’d never felt before.
“I can smell your arousal. You smell sweet.” He tipped his chin into the air, scenting the wind. “It’s making my mouth water.” His words caused another flood of my panties, making him chuckle.
“This is a really intense feeling. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do,” I whispered, casting my eyes down.
He stepped toward me, turning me to look at him, wrapping my pony tail around in his fist.
“I’m going to kiss you. That should fix the problem.”
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