The full moon hung in a sky dotted by full clouds edged in silver. It had rained earlier that day, and the damp earth squished between my toes as I walked out into the hills behind the MacDonald family home. My night gown was thinner than I’d typically wear at this time of year and I would’ve been freezing if anticipation hadn’t stoked a fire in my belly.

Lowell and I had been mated three months now, and this would be the first full moon we spent together. Our handfasting was two weeks ago, a simple but beautiful event that took place under an arch covered in orange and yellow roses and honeysuckle. Morgana and Jack were watching Izzy for us tonight, this second night of the full moon so that Lowell and I could give in to the call of our Were blood to hunt and chase, to grapple and seek dominance until I submitted and was rutted and knotted.

I trembled at the thought of being stripped naked by his claws, my knees sinking into the soft earth as he rutted into me from behind.

In the distance, I heard his howl, and it called to the animal in me, burning through my blood with a fierce intensity that made me feel as if I was slowly immolating. But while I yearned for his body to overcome mine, the sweetness of surrender could not come without first making him give chase and earn it.

So I grinned into the night and began to walk toward the small outcrop of trees we’d picked out as our playground for the night. A soft breeze played with my hair and fluttered my nightgown around my ankles. It would carry the scent of me, damp with need, to Lowell wherever he was and draw him to me.

I spread my arms into the night to send more of me out to him, to tease and tempt him. I was his and he was mine, and I would submit to none but my mate. I craved him, my body aching and breathless as my steps picked up. 

I started to run toward the trees, not out of fear but out of a desire for my bridegroom. Just on the edge of the dark copse, I caught a light tease of his scent on the air and grinned. He was close.

“Come and find me,” I whispered into the night.

I’m not even past the first few trees when I hear the snap of twigs. Lowell’s scent was so close that it was surrounding me in a physical caress. My heart marched in my chest, blood pumping, and my eyes were wide, searching the night for the white fur I knew so well.

I caught a glimpse of it between the trees, illuminated silver in the moonlight. But it was there and gone so fast that I wondered if it’s not a trick of my eyes, an illusion built by the longing that propelled me into the dark in search of the creature that would devour me.

Another snap of twigs, a snarling breath, and my body launched itself into the small forest. The fight or flight is different for a Were. The instinct was as much to draw our mate to us as it was to escape them. I’d never experienced it so acutely before I mated with Lowell. Now, it seemed to always be at the fore when we rutted, and especially tonight. It clouded my mind, seasoned the fear of a monster in the night with a stubborn refusal to be conquered by anything that couldn’t prove themselves worthy. I would make him give chase, to run me to the ground and if he could, then my cunt was his for the taking.

Just the thought had my breath catching and wetness dripped between my thighs. Behind me was the sound of something big moving through the underbrush, jumping over fallen logs, landing on the muddy ground. 

I looked back to see a flash of white fur and I let out a sharp scream of shock. Seeing him, huge and powerful muscles working under white fur as he chases me, his ice-blue eyes shining in the dark like twin blue flames.

I put on more speed, drew strength from the bond with him, and my legs pumped faster than they ever have before. As I jumped over a large root, a joyful laugh rang through the night. I could escape him like this, make him hunt for me among the hills for hours. The thought was both a delight and torture. I was torn between wanting this to never end and needing to be caught.

Just as I reached a small clearing in the middle of the forest, an odd breeze lifted my hair. I was barely able to register its meaning before I’m being tackled to the soft earth by a seven foot tall, silver furred Werewolf.

I should’ve landed hard, but Lowell curled around me at the last minute and took the brunt of the fall. We rolled in the pine needles and fallen leaves until I’m half on top of him. I pushed off and just got to my feet when Lowell’s huge arm came around my waist and lifted me in the air.

I kicked and screamed, trying to pry his arm off me, but to no avail.

“Mine,” his voice was so much deeper than usual, his breath hot on my skin as he dragged me back to the trees.

I snarled and fought him, my Were instincts firing. I could not submit, not yet. I had to fight and bite and claw until he overcame me.

And I do, leaving marks on Lowell’s skin that I knew he’d feel in the morning, but I couldn’t stop.

“Keep fighting,” he snarled in my ear. “I’ll fuck that fight right out of ya.”

I screamed and howled, my humanity given way to my inner wolf, and she mustn’t submit to anyone unworthy of her.

Finally, Lowell set me down, only to wrench my arms above my head and tie them with a leather thong hanging from a tree. I struggled against it and only managed to scratch my back against the bark of the tree. When he was done, my toes barely grazed the ground, my entire body stretched and exposed for him to look at. 

He paced in front of me. That liquid grace found in apex predators flowed under his skin. He was studying me with those eyes of his and I could not look away. Finally he stopped and flung off his kilt, revealing his huge red phallus, extruded from his sheath, the head a red so deep it was nearly black, pre-cum shone at the tip and dripped onto the dead leaves as he took himself in hand and stroked, hard and fast.

“Yer mine,” his growl was an electric shock to my cunt. “Mine to rut, mine to fill with my cum until yer over flowin’ with it.”

I whined and ground my hips together.

‘No,” he lunged at me and parted my legs, “I’ll have yer cum, yer orgasms tonight. Ya’ll come when I allow it.”

I struggled against the bonds, against his hold, but it was no use. He had me trapped. 

With a swipe of his claws, my nightgown ended up in filmy scraps on the ground, my wet pussy exposed to the cool night air.

A deep, rumbling pur rolled up through his chest and throat as his glittering gaze took in my cunt, wet and swollen with lust.

“So pretty,” he licked his lips and grinned up at me. “Is all that fer me? Yer so wet at the thought of being caught and fucked by a monster, love?”

I struggled, as humiliated as I was turned on by the way he was delighting in the unmistakable proof of how much I wanted him.

With one huge hand braced on my stomach, Lowell held me in place as he dragged the flat of his tongue over one of my stiff nipples. I gritted my teeth but was unable to hold back the whimper. The roughness of his tongue was blissful torture on my aching breasts. He added his teeth, pulled me into his mouth and sucked hard enough for me to see stars. I arched my back, shoving my breast further into his mouth, and let loose a throaty yell. He was earning my submission with each lick and suckle, each possessive grasp of his hand on my body. I could no longer resist the urge to rub myself against him, to belong to him alone. I yearned for him to fill me up, to feel the prick of his claws over my skin.

“Lowell,” I rasped. “I… I need…”

“That’s right,” he murmured against my skin, “yer body knows what it wants. And it wants me. My teeth,” he bit the side of my breast, “my tongue” he licked my nipple, “and my cock,” he dragged himself through me and a thousand points of light burst behind my eyes. “But first, I want to feast on ya.”

He knelt down and threw my legs over his shoulders, so that my cunt was right at the level of his snout. His breath tickled the hair on my mons and I shuddered in anticipation of what was coming. It was possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever done: tied to a tree, straddling my mate’s shoulders and trembling as I waited for his mouth to make me come.

The soft fur of his shoulders and back tickled my legs, and Lowell’s thick thumbs parted my nether lips, exposing me utterly, and it only made me more aroused. I preened at how he hummed at the sight of me, how pleased he was. 

When he dragged his rough tongue through my slick folds, our groans rose in the night air.

“Ya taste so good,” he rumbled, “and it’s all mine. Say it.”

“Yours. I am yours,” I mewled, trying to grind myself against his face.

Lowell growled, long and low against me, and then he began to eat my pussy like a starved animal. His long, thick tongue fucked me with violent thrusts as his thumb flicked and pressed against my sensitive bud. My release was violent and sudden, shooting through me like a crack of lightning.

I screamed long and loud into the night, not restrained by the need not to traumatize my daughter with hearing her parents rut.

“That’s right,” Lowell croons against my thigh, “no one eats this cunny like I do. No one ever will again.”

“Knot me,” I begged, arching my hips up.

That orgasm was just the beginning, a warm up, an appetizer. I was empty, my body cried out to be filled to the brim, to know what it was like to have Lowell’s seed running down my thighs. I wanted the ache of his knot stretching me to be a constant reminder of this night for days.

Lowell hummed against my skin as he made his way back up my body and eased my legs from his shoulders to his waist. His hands cupped my ass, taking the weight of my body from my arms. His hot breath puffed out in white clouds, warming my skin as he wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me as his other hand brought the blunt head of his cock to my soaked cunt. 

Back and forth.

Back and forth he teased me until every nerve ending was hot coals under my skin and I was sobbing with need.

“Please, please fuck me,” I breathed. 

Lowell bared his teeth. A low, rumbling growl erupted from him and teased gooseflesh over my skin. For all that he’d worked me into a frenzy, I was still not prepared for the sharp, sudden intrusion of his thick cock. He sheathed himself inside of me in one brutal thrust, pulling a scream of elation from my lips.

But instead of fucking me, Lowell swirled his hips, grinding his knot into my clit. It snapped whatever leash I’d had on my inner wolf and I began to whine and grind down on him, desperate for more, more, more!

It was all that drove me, an insane need to be filled and knotted over and over. Nothing else mattered. Not the babbling whimpers pouring from my lips, not the filthy wet sounds of his cock as he slowly dragged it inch by inch out of me.

I was unhinged, my nails dragged along his skin under his fur, and I dug my heels into his back, desperate to bring him back inside of me.

Lowell pulled out until just his tip remained inside of me and then once again seated himself in a quick thrust.

It went on and on like that.

Slowly pulling out so that I felt every single part of him. And then invading me like a conqueror with a sharp thrust.

But he never came close to knotting me, never let me fall over the edge.

‘Lowell,” I sobbed. “Please.”

“Mine,” his voice was a foreign sound, more animal than man.

And when I looked at him, his eyes glowed.

“Mine,” he demanded as he fucked into me again.

“Yours,” I screamed into the night, “yours, all of me!”

With a long, terrifying snarl, his claws broke the leather thong that held me to the tree. When my feet touched the ground, Lowell pushed me to my hands and knees. I raised my ass high, legs spread wide in the soft earth. I didn’t have long to wait.

Lowell seized my hips in his clawed hands and drove into me so hard my knees skidded in the mud. But I didn’t care because now there was nothing slow or teasing about this. 

Lowell was rutting me like a beast, his snarling breaths hot on my neck as he bent over me.

“Mine, mine, mine!” he howled just before his teeth clamped down on the mating mark.

The venom in the bite that would always be there, signifying that I was his, released into my bloodstream and I shattered, my mouth hanging open on a silent scream.

Lowell knotted me a moment later, hot ropes of cum filling me over and over. He kept up little thrusts, his mouth latched onto the mark. I was distantly aware of a wet squelching sound, of the sticky warmth of his cum overflowing and seeping down my inner thigh. But none of it mattered.

I reached back and clung to him as I cried and laughed, and cried some more.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, all of it too much and just right. I never wanted to leave this space. But of course, it couldn’t last forever.

When the fog of it all lifted, I was still clinging to him and he to me. His tongue licked the mating mark, my neck, my shoulders. 

‘My mate,” Lowell’s voice was hoarse, and I wasn’t surprised.

“Yours,” I agreed, “always yours.”