Chapter 104
Tearing up the stairs following her scent. A need to catch and claim my mate takes over. My wolf pushed to the surface stronger than ever. A need to hunt down our prey and claim the reward. It's taking everything in me not to shift on the stairs or in the doorway to the ground floor. Had I not thrown myself out the front door I have a feeling the door would need a major repair. Stumbling as I hit the ground having caught Artemis's scent my wolf tried to change direction mid-jump. We may be agile but we are huge as canines that can not fly or change direction like a prey animal. We can like most predators recover quickly so our change in direction is almost as fast as some of those long-legged bastards.
My nose first goes to the ground looking for her scent. When I don’t find it right away I start to pace the field slowly looking for my prize a quiet crack has my ears twitching and my eyes shooting up. There on a large limb is my prize. The first time I have ever seen Artemis's wolf and she's standing all curves and fluff high up on a limb of an old oak. This oak had several shoots making for the perfect jumping stairs to make your way up the tree. Most wolves don’t spend much time in trees, not us we have our warriors trained both in wolf and human forms up and down trees. Why? Cause wolves don’t look up. Stupid but we don’t why cause we are big and we have teeth.
The color of the moon with flecks of gold throughout her coat her eyes the bright gold of the winters. Heat takes over and I howl out to my mate. With her answering howl, she flies from the tree never breaking stride as she hit the ground running. She's fast but I am an alpha. My tail twitched as I sprint after my mate. I barely have it in me to realize this is not how the pack runs go but the fog in my brain the one that is barely letting me hold on to my human half right now can't even remember how to link. For whatever reason, I feel my wolf has taken over. The washes of need and want are the only things driving my wolf. Trying to push forward I find that I cant. I feel the panic rising in me as I have a wisp of a clue as to what happened. Artemis is going into heat and my wolf is answering her call. My last real thought before the red haze takes over as I pin my mate to the ground is. “is this normal?”
Her growls and yips are answered by my own. Nipping at her neck and pushing her head to the ground she lifts her hind end in the air, moving her tail out of the way. I can smell the hint of iron in the air from her heat. My need springing as I extend out of my sheath. Mounting her I pump in a few times before I lock in and fill her full of me as I Finnish the knot reduces. Sliding out my limp member hangs out almost touching the ground with the tip. Artemis gets up shakes out her coat turning and starts licking my muzzle. Again sparking the lust-filled haze. This time stronger and more out of control. I soon hear the howls of the pack. She-wolves calling to their mates. Their males answer the yips of being caught the wet slaps of being taken over and over again.
Throughout the night I took Artemis countless times not once did I shift nor did I try again after the first time. It was like I tried once it didn’t work so that was it no more trying was needed I was now a wolf no longer a man. The field was covered in so many wolves doing the same thing. Just as the sun and moon started sharing the same space did we all settle down. Winding around my mate I lay next to her placing my head over her neck to keep watch over her as we sleep. Pushing her head more under me she settles down. Soon I start to feel the relaxing feeling of falling to sleep as blackness takes over.
Alarms are blazing as one of the older She-wolves is yelling in my head. Groaning I try and hit the alarm clock when I feel dirt and twigs. What is the actual? Looking around I see not only am I laying in the dirt naked so are Artemis and is that all the adult pack members. What is the yelling about? Growing as I look down at my mud-covered body. Artemis glows her this morning like the rays of the morning are wishing her a wonderful day. Or I am still high on whatever that was that Ambrose did to us. Placing my hand on Artemis's arm the sparks and tingle are too much again a lust-filled haze takes over as she moans from my touch. The second she made the sound my cock jumped up and I found myself pinning her to the ground. The sounds of moans are all around me the sounds spurring me on more. Artemis’s moans and movements call out to me as my cock grows. Reaching down she pushes me in her letting out a guttural growling moaning. The whole pack soon makes the same wet slapping noises I am making. The alarms are now a background noise to my need to fuck the life out of my mate. To claim my mate as mine. With the need to fill every bit of my mate with myself I lose control over my movements. Had Artemis not been just as needy I might not have been so out of control. The combination of this and the fog that clouds my judgment I pounded into her leaving myself as far in her when I knotted up somehow increasing the pleasure we both are sharing. The sounds of hisses and don’t fucking move soon fill the air. Snapping our eyes to the side just now realizing we are not alone. The field is covered in naked wolves stuck with their sticks stuck in honey pots.
We all knotted what?
