My White Wolf - Completed (18+)

Chapter 6: A Forest Run

Elizabeth P.O.V

What was I doing? I knew this was too fast. I knew it was dangerous. I knew that this was a bad idea. But, I just couldn’t help myself being around him. He was my mate, the pull was too strong and I knew what my body wanted. Craved.

Siana was going insane inside my head! She had wanted this for so long, and now we had finally met our mate, she wasn't about to let him go easily. She wanted to be with Victor and his wolf.

His hands felt like they were all over me. The t-shirt I was wearing rode up past my navel, exposing everything of mine from the waist down. I could feel his lust pressed against me, and my core invited it. His hand roamed to my bottom, squeezing my arse as he let out another growl.

“I don’t think I can leave again.”

Oh s**t. Why did I say that now? I looked like a needy girl with no self-control. He was this gorgeous man that any woman would die to be with, and I was here putting out, telling him that I basically refused to leave!

“Good. I can’t cope without you being here.”

The relief I felt with his words was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but smile at him. He felt it too. The craziness when apart from each other. He was becoming an addiction to me that I didn't think I could shake off.

“Let’s go for a run. My wolf wants to see yours again and if I don't let him out soon, he's going to tear through!” My eyes shot to his. He still had me pinned to the wall with his hard body.

Siana wanted to see his wolf so badly. They needed to meet properly so that they could approve our bonding. If our wolves did not agree that we were good together, this would never work. Our wolves were almost like separate souls, and although they are essentially primal, they have feelings just like us.

I took his hand and led him to the glass doors. He pulled me back.

“We can go out the normal way.” Before I could protest, he dragged me out into his hallway, and towards the entrance. I tried to speak to him.

“Victor, I can’t! What if someone sees me?” but he didn’t respond.

We rushed down a few flights of stairs and through to the main communal areas. Before I realised, we were outside, running hand in hand to the nearest treeline. 

Being outside was second nature to me. I spent 90% of my time out in the woods, but I could feel Victor's excitement. I guess being Alpha, he rarely got to go for a run when he really wanted too. Would I have this issue if I was Luna? Do I want to give up my freedom?

As we became sheltered under the thick fern canopy, he turned to me and started to remove his clothes. As he started to take off his boxers, his eyes met mine. He stared into them as he finally revealed his manhood. I couldn’t help but stare at him in all his splendour. He was large, and I had to suppress my shock. I could feel my cheeks flush with red heat. He stepped closer to me and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt I was still wearing. Slowly and carefully, he pulled it up, brushing his fingertips against my skin as he raised it over my navel, then my breasts and finally over my head. I stood there, vulnerable in front of him, anxious as to what he was planning to do next. As he raised his hand, I turned and ran into the forest. My bones began to crack and elongate. I howled as I slowly took the form of Siana, quickly followed by Victor's wolf. We ran for a while, darting between trees, jumping out on each other, chasing, tackling, playing; it was liberating. After a while, we came to a small river and sat together. Before I knew it, his wolf had me pinned beneath him. He was all black, with a small white patch over one eye, almost as if the Goddess had marked him with my colour. His eyes were golden and striking. My wolf finally took over me, and she licked his face. He slowly began to clean her in return, and my wolf laid there until we had both finally fallen asleep.

After a few hours, I woke up to find us both still by the water’s edge. I looked over to Victor's wolf and pondered his name. Once we marked each other, I would finally be able to talk with him. But until then, we would be divided. I knew I didn’t want to be this way for long.

I nuzzled him to wake. We needed to make our way back to the packhouse. I was scared to return, to stay. I had lived outside most of my life, or at least in caves or small abandoned lodges we would come across while running from rogues; we never stayed anywhere for long. And now I was sitting here contemplating staying in one place forever. My mother would be so disappointed.

Once we got back to the packhouse, Victor had led me back up the stairs to his residence and into his bedroom.

“Are you hungry my love?” His eyes danced across my face.

I couldn’t deny it, I was famished. I had not eaten in almost 2 days. As if on queue, my stomach growled. Victor laughed and flashed his dazzling smile. 

'Goddess, help me!'

“I will get you something from the kitchen. Help yourself to a shower, and another t-shirt. Tomorrow we will sort you out some proper clothes to wear.” He turned on his heels and left me alone in the middle of his room.

“New clothes!”

I made my way to his bathroom as I took in my surroundings. It was a beautiful room. I had never been into a place like it. I switched on the bathroom light and gasped at the size of it. I looked towards the shower as it stood in the corner, adorned with chrome fixtures and rainfall showerhead, and removed the t-shirt I had put back on after reaching the treeline earlier. I turned on the warm water and stepped beneath it, letting it soothe me. I tipped my head up and enjoyed the feeling on my face and through my hair. I grabbed a sponge and body wash and enjoyed the sensation of the foaming bubbles caressing my skin. I started to sing a tune that I used to hear my mother sing to me, and closed my eyes. 

Little one, you are so dear,

But please remember, you have nothing to fear.

The Goddess above will guide you through,

And soothe any worries that your heart has too.

As I regretfully got out from under the water, I grabbed a nearby towel and began to dry my hair. Having it so short had its advantages, but it always looked so scruffy. My mother would normally cut it for me, but I had been alone a while now, and it had grown out longer than I was used too.

I walked out of the bathroom still rubbing the towel over myself and halted in my tracks. Victor was stood by the bed setting a plate down on the bedside table and glanced over to me. His eyes turned the deepest black as I realised I had nothing on. He shut his eyes as if trying to push down his urges. When he opened them again, I had the towel wrapped around me, and his eyes had returned to normal.