Justice stared with his mouth open, the sight amazing him all over again. “I’m speechless. How do you feel?”
“Amazing. Untouchable.” Wick walked stealthily over to Justice.
“Damn. How can you be sexy as a tiger too?”
Wick chuffed and pushed his head against Justice’s chest, rubbing the thick fur on his cheeks up and down his body. Justice wrapped his arms around Wick’s neck – most of it. “I’m so fascinated with this animal. Did you know that you’re the largest cat in the world? But you have less stripes than any other tiger breed. Your kind usually weighs about five to six hundred pounds, but you’re clearly more than that. I’d say you’re about eight. You’re huge.”
“I don’t feel big.” Wick swished his tail.
“Nope. Your weight doesn’t slow you down at all. You’re fast as hell.” Justice grazed his fingers along Wick’s long whiskers. “But let’s see how easily you adapt.”
Justice shifted quickly, stretching his own animal. He was almost standing eye level with Wick’s massive beast. “Are you still feeling untouchable?”
Wick hissed loudly, playfully stalking around him. His back muscles moved in perfect harmony, a song Wick sang only for him. It was the most beautiful act Justice had ever seen. Wick pulled his dark lips up to reveal his impressive canines.
“Oh, bad kitty.”
Wick’s fur rose over his back and his ears flattened to his head. It seemed he didn’t like that comment too much, but Justice laughed it off through their link. “If you don’t like it, do something about it.” Justice barked and snarled, letting Wick know he wasn’t fazed by the posturing. “I’ll give you a head start, mate. I suggest you use it.”
Wick stood for a long time like he wasn’t going to take the bait. As soon as Justice dropped his guard and trotted over to him, Wick spun and bumped Justice with his wide flank, sending him sliding several feet across the ground. Justice growled, jumping back up, ready to go at his clever mate. “You little cheater. I should’ve known.”
“You’re the fair one… not me.” Wick sent back, mocking him. He was full of joyful energy.
His mate was nowhere in sight but Justice could hear him moving away from him, fast. He was taking advantage of his head start. “I’m coming, baby. Should I show you what I’m going to do to you when I catch you?” Justice sent Wick a vivid image of him against a tree, being pounded by Justice until he submitted to him. Wick would always submit.
Justice could feel Wick’s excitement and arousal at being chased and caught as he tore through the woods running at an unfathomable speed. Justice took off, pushing himself to catch up. It was a challenge he liked since there was usually no competition when he ran. Justice’s tongue was lolling out of his mouth as the scenery flew by, the night breeze ruffling through his thick fur. He was in heaven.
Justice didn’t hear Wick’s footsteps anymore. He hunched down and closed his eyes, connecting with everything around him. Wick’s snarl could be heard a way’s off, but it wouldn’t take him any time to sneak up on Justice’s back. He knew how tigers hunted. They were stealthy and liked surprise attacks from behind or the side. Justice was mindful of his periphery. It was obvious his mate was standing downwind trying to alleviate Justice’s ability to use his scent. Smart, mate. Justice kept his nose low to the ground, smelling where Wick’s tail brushed foliage and tree trunks as he passed. Justice refused to use their link to pinpoint Wick’s location, he was enjoying the thrill of the chase too much.
Justice heard the intimidating roar at the same time Wick came barreling towards him. Justice leaped out of the way a second before Wick’s large body flew past him in a blur of black and white.
“Sneaky little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nothing is little about me.” Wick taunted. “And you didn’t catch me. I caught you.”
“We’ll agree to disagree, then.” Justice let Wick rub along his heaving body. He was winded, sweaty, his mate having given his wolf a damn good workout. “Come here. I want to show you something.”
Wick’s gait was easy, relaxed as he moved alongside Justice, the two of them languidly bumping into each other or nipping and tugging at each other’s thick scruff. When they got closer to Justice’s destination, Wick caught Justice off guard again by leaping onto his back and taking him down to the ground.
Justice umphed and rolled across the ground with Wick, letting him enjoy the freeness of his animal. He kept letting Wick pin him down, but it was all an act. Justice didn’t have to flex his muscles with his mate.
“Come on, I’m hungry now and I don’t think you’re ready to see me hunt and eat game.”