As the moon grew in intensity, darkness shrouding the forest, he knew it was almost time. His muscles felt tense, his wolf pacing within him. This was the day shifters lived for, the day they were most in touch with their beasts.
Heather wanted to meet him at the lake. He’d been hesitant about separating at all, but she insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. Her wolf was beautiful and strong. He waited on the edge of the forest, wanting to give her enough time to run ahead of him. This day would be remembered for all time and he wanted to do everything right.
After another ten minutes, he stripped off his clothes and embraced the full moon, shifting into his wolf. The power coursed through his veins. He pawed the earth and breathed it in.
Then he ran.
Her scent still lingered in the air, as did her pheromones. She wanted to mate. He dodged through the familiar forest with ease. He’d lived here most of his adult life and knew every tree and rock by memory. David loved his place in the pack, but it would be immeasurably better with his own mate by his side. They were growing, expanding, and soon they’d be unstoppable.
The lake came into view as he broke the treeline. Everything was dark shadows, the moonlight reflecting off the water’s surface. There was little wind tonight, and the lake looked like glass. He tested the air, searching for his woman. She was close.
Then he noticed the first ripple within the water. It traveled out in a semi-circular pattern, growing larger by the second. He walked closer until he saw the source of the disturbance. Heather was standing in the water at the edge of the lake. Naked.
She made eye contact with his wolf, teasing, beckoning.
He didn’t waste any time shifting back into his human form, stretching out his muscles once standing tall.
David walked toward the bank of the lake, stepping over stones and debris. The water was cold, but his blood ran much hotter than normal. He slowly entered the lake, going deeper and deeper until at his waist. She was within arm’s reach now.
“It’s beautiful here at night,” he said.
“There’s something sensual about water. Something magical. I thought it would be fitting for tonight.” She ducked down and submerged her head, coming right back up, both hands brushing her hair back. Heather was a beautiful sight, her long black hair heavy down her back, droplets of water running down her big tits.
His cock was rock hard, hidden by the water.
“It’s perfect.” He used a curled finger to summon her closer. She bit her lower lip, and it was sexy as fuck.
Heather closed the small distance between them, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. With the buoyancy of the water, she easily wrapped her legs around his waist. She hugged him loosely around the neck, looking into his eyes. Hers had a yellow glow that likely mirrored his own. They were both shifters, both hoping for a new beginning in each other.
He couldn’t wait another moment. David kissed her hard on the mouth and the passion between them seemed to ignite the moment their lips touch. She pressed herself closer, unable to get enough. The kiss was unlike anything they’d already shared. It was intense, all-consuming, and had too many promises to count. He felt at one with her. Raw passion. He savored her taste, her lively tongue, and her nails clawing at him for more. The water was an aphrodisiac, sloshing between them, keeping them afloat.
“Just you and me,” he whispered against his mouth.
“Always.”
She aided him, hoisting her weight up on his shoulders. He grabbed the root of his cock, guiding her down on his length. They both groaned as he filled her. Her pussy was hot and tight. Addicting. He couldn’t wait to fuck her every day for the rest of his life.
“So fucking good.” He clenched his teeth, holding her close, his cock buried deep.
They kissed again, desperate, wet, needy. His erection pulsed inside her.
“I can feel it. Can you?” she asked.
Yes, the mating heat, the lull of the full moon. It was all coming together, building up, urging them to fulfill their bond. Was it fate, the gods, old legends demanding to be remembered? He didn’t know. All David knew was that Heather was the right one and tonight, their bond would become marked in blood.
“Yes. Soon we’ll be one.” He walked her back to the sandy area of the bank, his cock still inside her, her legs tight around his waist. He settled her down on the shore and began to fuck her. He didn’t go slow and gentle. He gave her what she wanted, what her she-wolf demanded. Their wolves were in sync. It was perfect, beautiful.