Her River God Wolf (Obsessed Mates 1)

Her wolf. My heart soars. Small, soft, her first shift. But I see strength in those glowing green eyes of hers.

At the sight of me, she freezes, then she whines in relief. I bound over to her and lick her soft muzzle, reassuring her that everything’s okay. Little by little, the trembling stops.

I lead her out of the van and make her follow me. I want her to enjoy this, her first shift. It’s an important moment for any wolf. We run a couple of laps around the bus and I watch her get accustomed to her new form, running faster and faster, reveling in the strength of her four legs. Then I snap at her playfully, and we tussle a little. She yaps in excitement, leaping all over me. I see how her wolf submits to mine when I make a dominant gesture, and it’s a beautiful, endearing sight.

When we’re safely back inside, I shift, and she watches me avidly. Then I tell her to shift as well. “Let your human form return,” I tell her. “Relax and will it to happen.”

It doesn’t come easy. She whines and her body thrashes like she’s wrestling with a snake. “Relax, take your time,” I keep telling her, making my voice soft and encouraging.

Then it happens. There’s a loud snap, a series of cracks, and she shoots upright. There’s my girl again, standing on two feet and gloriously naked.

“Oh, my god,” she gasps out and burst into tears. She’s shaking all over, her chest heaving with sobs.

I snatch her up, take her in my arms. “Hush, it’s okay, honey,” I murmur. “You just had your first shift. This is real good news.”

“I was s-so scared,” she stutters in between sobs. “I was sleeping, and I woke up and this was happening. It was terrible. I couldn’t control it. She half burst out of me, and I was smashing all around the van. Trashing all of your nice stuff.”

My heart blooms with tenderness. “Don’t worry about my stuff,” I say. “You’re the important thing here.” I keep muttering soothing words and stroking her back.

At last, she draws back and looks up into my face. “My wolf came,” she says, and there’s a sense of wonder in her voice now. “I thought she would never come. I was a halfling who couldn’t shift. And now it’s happened.”

I stroke her soft cheek, wondering if it wasn’t such a coincidence that it happened today.

She frowns. “But will it always be like this? All violent and scary?”

“No.” I chuckle. “Of course not. It’s just weird because it was the first time. Next time will be better and the time after. And after that, it’ll be second nature. You’ll see.”

She takes a big breath, and her chest swells, which has the effect of pushing her beautiful bare breasts closer to me. “Thank you, Beau,” she says, and her eyes turn soft and dreamy.

Before I know it, I’m dipping my head to her, and we’re kissing again. Her lush naked body touches mine, and as her velvety tongue touches against mine, my cock turns hard as a rock. Naked, there’s no hiding it, and it presses against her soft belly.

She pulls back and looks at it in amazement. She makes a little sound of awe, and the sweet fragrance of her arousal rises to my nostrils. I try to control myself, but before long, my hands are running all over her creamy skin, cupping her lovely round tits and chafing those sweet nipples. And then she wraps her soft little hand around my cock, and I’m lost. A growl of need bursts from my throat. All I can think about is how tight her sweet pussy felt earlier. How much I need to be inside her, to mate her. To claim her for my own.

“Savannah—” I manage to say, and I tear her hand away.

“What?” She’s bolder this time, and she runs her other hand up and down my aching shaft. “Beau, I need you inside me.”

“I can’t.” I grit out between clenched teeth.

She gives a huff of disappointment. Then those green eyes of hers sparkle with wickedness. “Then I’m going to make you feel good, like you made me earlier.”

Her hand is still moving up and down, and I lack the self-control to pull it away this time. My breathing comes rough and heavy, with my nose full of her smell and her tiny hand driving me to distraction.

“Just like earlier,” she repeats, lethal intention blazing in her eyes.

“What—? No,” I protest, but it’s too late. Before I truly grasp what’s happening, my beautiful little she-wolf has dropped to her knees and she’s pressing her lips to the swollen head of my cock. When her tongue flicks across the tip, she gives a sweet sigh.

Then she opens her mouth and starts to take it in. I swear my feet leave the ground.

Too late to stop her now. As if I had the self-control to do that anyway. Instead, I surrender my will and enjoy the sight of those sweet cherry lips around my dick. That blissed-out, unearthly sensation of sliding into her warm mouth. Her soft tongue licking my most sensitive place while sounds of enjoyment escape her lips. I slide in and out a little, marveling at how she can take me, my fierce little she-wolf.

But too soon, I’m approaching crisis point. “Savannah, stop,” I mutter.

But she understands; she grabs my ass in both her hands and keeps going.

Fuck.

My hands move to grab her head and I snatch them away again. “Savannah.”