“I don’t feel like I should do that. Is that wrong? I don’t want to eat any creatures.”
“I wouldn’t worry with that. You won’t want to chase anything unless you’re going to kill it and eat it. You don’t hunt for sport. You’re too distinguished for that.” Justice informed him, licking at Wick’s dark muzzle, marveling at his majesty’s radiant blue eyes.
“Am I that amazing? I think you’re a tad biased.” Wick said.
“Follow me.” Justice led them down a worn path that ended at the base of a large man-made lake. “The Humboldt pack built this. It’s scarce when they have heatwaves, but it’s usually enough of a water source for them.”
The water was so still it looked like a perfect picture of the sky on the ground. The stars and moon beamed down on their magical oasis, illuminating the vast field cleared of trees. “Look.” Justice pointed to the water but he didn’t disturb it. “See for yourself.”
Wick inched forward until he was at the very edge of the bank. He tilted his head down to see his reflection. To get his first look at his beast. It was overwhelming enough to make him lurch back and fall back on his hip. He really was a tiger. Looking again, he couldn’t help but preen. His coat was so white and his eyes so blue that even in the dark it was blinding. A huge head and an exceptionally large muzzle with long pointy whiskers jutting out.
“What are whiskers for? In all my years, I never inquired.” Wick said reverently, inching closer.
“They’re for a variety of things. Mostly sensory.”
“This is unbelievable. I’ve waited all this time to see him. Over one hundred and seventy years. Multiple lifetimes. This feels surreal. I think that’s the word. It’s not a common feeling for a vampire, things seldom surprise us.” Wick was staring at himself so closely his face touched the water. He started at the rush of water up his nose, making him sneeze and snort comically. His mate drank nosily beside him, letting Wick look his feel.
“We better head back, feels like it’s almost midnight. You’re hungry and so am I.”
“I am a bit famished.” Wick said, slapping Justice across his cheek with his long tail when he passed.
“Real cute. Shift, so you can feed.”
Wick whipped his big body around and head-butted Justice’s flank hard enough to knock him off balance and ran off in the direction of the cabin. “Catch me and make me.”
Justice felt like he had a damn pup on his hands, his mate was so giddy enjoying his animal. He wondered if Wick realized how happy he was about playing a game of tag. The man may not have the most playful side but his beast certainly did. Justice’s wolf went crazy when it was ready to feed his mate. Justice growled and chased after a still-laughing Wick. Justice was about to show him exactly what kind of mate he had. A taste of what the Alpha Zenith could do.
Justice was running at breakneck speed. It’d been a while since he burned this much energy. He’d be able to eat half a cow when he got back. He finally heard Wick up ahead, and Justice was closing in fast, pumping his strong legs. He zeroed in on his mate, zipping through the forest at a lightning-fast pace. If that was the measure of Wick’s speed, then Justice was at terminal velocity.
His eyes darted back and forth, clocking Wick’s flash movements. He went up high, then he came down, zig-zagged, then went up again. Did this repeatedly. He was humoring himself, while Justice was on a mission. He calculated the moment Wick would come back down when he shot through the air again, crossing over three trees. Justice leaped up and pushed off a towering Spruce and caught his mate in the air. They crashed back to the ground in a rush of adrenaline spiked breaths and a whirlwind of white fur and seductive snarls.
When the momentum died and they finally stopped tumbling, Justice made sure he was on top of Wick’s back, bearing all his delicious weight down on him. Justice may not be an eight-hundred-pound animal but he possessed enough strength to control one. He bit down on the juncture between Wick’s neck and shoulder, right above his clavicle. His mate immediately begin to writhe and mewl under him. A sound that made him hard enough to drill through wood. Justice didn’t break the skin, but his mate knew exactly what this was and so did the tiger. It was a display of power by the true alpha.
“Submit.” Justice gave Wick a lover’s shake, pressing his pelvis down on Wick’s hind. His arousal spiking exponentially the more Wick calmed under him willingly, satisfying him like nothing else. The moment Wick was completely limp, Justice’s bite loosened. He nuzzled into the back of Wick’s scruff and bathed the dense white mane with his tongue. “Shift.”