35. Whitley Whitt

Chapter 35

Whitley Whitt

Howlways together .

My legs scream with exertion as I pump them, running through the woods at a breakneck pace and dashing through the trees as fast as I can. In my wolven form, I gain massive headway into the forest near the castle before circling back.

It’s not lost on me how drastically my life has changed in such a short time. I only wish it were something else that could make me participate in exercise willingly, but if I don’t run, my hair kinks and I start crying. It’s been two hours of this, and I don’t feel any better.

I keep seeing Connor’s face and how he looked through me, like I wasn’t even there. Then, when he did, it was with nothing but hate.

I’m sad, and I’m not sure how I’m going to get over it either.

I understand why Connor is so angry. I can’t imagine how it feels or what he is going through, but it’s not my fault, and I didn’t choose to be born this way, any more than he chose to be bitten so long ago.

It’s not fair.

A twinge of pain radiates in my side. I slow, sensing my body is flagging, my breaths choppy and my strength waning.

I change back to a human and move to the tree where I left my clothes before my run. It felt strange at first, getting naked in the middle of the woods, but now it’s freeing.

The minute I’m all settled back into my favorite comfort T-shirt with Jamie Fraser’s face on it and brown leggings, tears burn the back of my throat and eyeballs until I can’t see properly.

He’s so damn stupid, and maybe so am I for loving him anyway, but I’m not going anywhere.

I am going to kick him so hard in the balls the next time I see him for making me cry, the asshole. I may even wolf out on purpose, line up his balls like a football player during kickoff, and punt them into next year.

Or maybe... I should just leave, like he wants me to. This could be too big of a thing for him to get over, and the worry of that is eating at me. Ugh! I don’t know what to do!

He wants space, I’ll give him space. Why don’t I just hop in a rocket ship and fly into the fucking cosmos? Might be more beneficial at this point.

My hair lifts on my nape as I slap the pine tree nearest me, wishing it was his face. I wince when it pulls up by the roots, lifting mounds of dirt with it.

“Whoops. Shit,” I mutter to myself as I push and set it back to rights.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” Connor’s voice calls out behind me. “Didn’t know I’d find you gardening, though. Planting trees?”

I stiffen, not ready to face him just yet. Why is it men always pick the most inopportune moment to try to talk to a girl after a fight?

“You’re lucky I don’t hit you with one. Just leave me alone,” I tell him as I give him my side, wanting to lick my wounds a bit longer.

“I can’t say I like that you’re a Van Helsing, but there’s lots of things I don’t like.”

Great. He’s come to poke at my wounds a bit longer. Maybe this is his way of getting back at me, and tears fill my eyes yet again at how mean he’s been. I’d rather O’Doyle Rules back than whatever jackass he’s turning into. I wrap my arms around myself.

I expect to see a gaze of contempt when I chance a peek at him, but instead, his blue eyes are soft and sincere. “I also don’t like how bloody cute you look, and how much I want to fucking hold you right now.”

A gasp leaves me. Somehow my heart betrays me just because of a few simple words, and it instantly has my hands curling into fists. How dare he come here and try to say something sweet!

“Fuck no. You can’t talk to me like that! You made me feel like a gold digger even though you know how much my bakery means to me,” I say, jabbing my pointer finger in the direction of the castle. “You know I’ve worked my ass off in this hotel, wearing stupid outfits at your whim and doing what you want. I deserve every fucking cent!”

“Whitley,” he says softly, and I can hear the wince in his voice.

“No. You didn’t want to listen to me earlier, and now I don’t have to listen to you.” I hate how my hands tremble with rage and how my eyes burn with prickling tears, or the way my heart is racing like crazy. “You said all those nasty, mean things to me and now you want to hold me?! Fuck you.”

He steps closer and I instinctually step back. He halts.

“Look at me.”

“Oh. So now you want to look at me,” I can’t help snapping.

“Whitley,” he warns.

I turn to do as he asks, not bothering to hide the anger on my face, or how red and puffy I must look from crying. I hug myself tighter. Damn him for making me do this.

I take in his clothes that look like they’ve seen better days, torn and ripped. I’ve never witnessed him this disheveled—not even when he was completely blitzed from that potion.

My lips part in surprise and goosebumps raise across my skin in a wave. I hate how my heart stutters in my chest and fresh tears well up, but for a new reason. Just one look at his handsome, bearded face and I want to forgive him.

“I don’t like how you keep hiding shit from me,” he huffs out.

“I didn’t know how to tell you!” I snap, my emotions crashing into me like a runaway buggy in a parking lot. “I said I was sorry, and you didn’t want to listen. You said you don’t want to be with me anymore, Connor, right after I told you I loved you.”

He runs his fingers roughly through his tousled hair. “I know and I’m sorry, love. I was in shock; you didn’t give me time to process shit.”

“Like I’ve had time to process anything?! I was turned lycan just days ago, find out my family, who I didn’t even know, are some sort of psycho paranormal hunters, and I never treated you this way. I wouldn’t.” I throw my hands into the air. “You know what, Connor? I’m too upset to do this right now, so I’m just going to go.”

I need time to cool off. We can talk later, maybe even tomorrow, when things aren’t as fresh.

“I’m trying to bloody apologize here.”

“Go shove your apology up your ass,” I bite out, wanting away from the conversation.

A deep growl reverberates from his chest, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Yellow bleeds into his irises as his eyes slit into a glare and his claws extend.

His voice is dark and gravelly, revealing his fury, when he says, “You can either talk to me, or you can run, but if you run, I’m going to fuck you in these woods.” He walks toward me with a hungry gaze, and I find myself backing up when the growl he gives me has my nipples pebbling. “You are my mate, and no matter what happens, that will never change. So, if you don’t want to talk, we’re going to fuck this out, and I can’t promise what form I’ll be in.”

I can’t help but glance down at the hard length pushing at his slacks, and my body instantly reacts. Wetness pools as soon as my brain registers his words.

Shivers start at my scalp and skitter down my body from the low rumble he’s emitting, and my heart begins to race. Surely, he’s not serious? My emotions are all over the place, and I’m not sure how to even react right now.

The closer he gets, the more his scent invades my nostrils. He smells delicious, a mixture of citrus and sandalwood, and it makes my lady bits perk up, even as fatigue lines my bones. I’m absolutely exhausted from running the last few hours and unable to shift forms.

I’m still so angry as well, but my mind races with images of him chasing me, and it has my insides cheering. Gosh. Just put a red hooded robe over me and I’ll happily find the answer to: “Oh my, what a big tongue you have there, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.”

“Choose,” he demands, his eyes flashing yellow. “Talk or fuck?”

He takes another step, and I bolt.

Connor roars behind me, deep and multilayered, and it’s very much not human sounding.

It sends a tremor down my spine that conveniently pulls at my clit. Fuck, I’m not going to make it very far if that’s what he can do now with that inhuman roar. It already has my back wanting to bow.

I beat feet, pushing myself as hard as I can. Branches sting, tearing at my uncovered arms as I run with the sounds of pounding footsteps behind me, and I curse myself for sprinting so hard earlier. Crisp air floods my nostrils, the clean scents of the forest surrounding me as my hair whips wildly behind me.

I push myself as hard as I can with my last reserves of energy, dashing into the woods as a howl—one I know is meant to spook me—lifts the hair on the back of my neck.

I can hear him getting ever closer, toying with me.

I sprint as fast as I can, propelling myself through the trees, fighting to make it to the next tree line and out of sight. My gaze darts around as I dash through the woods, scanning for any sign of movement. A frothing snarl erupts behind me and every hair on my body lifts in unison. Oh god, he’s right behind me.

My pussy clenches and a rough growl lifts into the night. He knows my arousal is growing .

I can hear his pants getting shallower, the sound heated as he barrels his way past branches with snaps, rather than evading them like I need to. I can sense right when he’s at my back, and I bite my lips to stifle any needy squeals that want to come from me.

Glee and excitement blast at my senses when my world tilts, Connor’s large fur-covered arms cradling me from the impact as he tackles me to the ground. We land, and my hips lift to greet him when I feel his hard cock against my ass.

He flips me over and I gape up from the forest floor at the size of him. The wolf man is a beautiful mass of fur and muscle, but he is also monstrously huge.

“Don’t move,” Connor says, his voice multilayered and deep as he crowds me against the ground, giving me nowhere to go or flee. “Fuck. I can’t believe you actually ran. Horny chit.”

His large wolfy head nuzzles at my neck, and I snake my arms around his furry neck. His ears are pushed back as he licks at my skin, making goosebumps blast across it under his warmth.

I can feel him shaking in my arms as he grinds his cock against me.

He paws at my clothes, shredding leggings and panties in one swipe of his clawed hand, baring my sex. I cringe, not daring to breathe as I peek down, half expecting to see gouge marks somewhere on my body, but instead I find myself impressed by his skill.

Except he swipes again, ruining my bra and shirt in one go. Goodbye, Mr. Fraser—hello, Mr. Wolf!

My face kisses the dirt next as I’m flipped to my stomach, then I’m yanked to my knees by my hips as the scraps of my shirt pool around my neck. The air stutters in my lungs when his massive muzzle huffs warm air along the backs of my thighs.

He nudges my legs apart to reveal my slick folds, then inhales deep, smelling me.

“Oh fuck,” I squeal, when a long, rough tongue coasts from my clit to my pussy. “Oh god, what are you doing?”

Crimson colors my skin and he growls low. It’s the growl that has my back arching. Need, overwhelmingly incredible need, crashes over me, and my body clenches on emptiness.

“Need to calm down, don’t want to hurt you.” His large hands tremble as they grip my thighs, high enough to reach my ass cheeks, and he spreads me further, then licks again. “Gods, your taste,” he says, his voice unnaturally deep, the sound of it making my pussy weep with desire. “My mate.”

He holds my thighs hostage as he snarls at my opening, and instinctively I shift my legs wider. I’m a panting mess as he fucks me with his tongue in earnest, and in the back of my mind I’m aware he’s readying me for his cock. His muzzle, a mix of sharp canines and snapping jaws, licks wickedly at my center and I howl. My hands turn to claws, digging into the soft ground beneath me as he pummels me with his maw and I push back to meet him.

Shame and desire mingle in my throat as I twist my hips and ride his fur-covered face, needing more, wanting to come.

“Holy shit, please,” I cry out, when he misses the spot inside me that will send me over the cliff. “Please, Connor.”

His chest rumbles a heavy purr, sending shattering waves of vibrations to my overly sensitive clit, and I let out something between a cry and a sob. A lusty feeling steals over me the next second and I scream, tasting the earth as I coat his tongue with my orgasm.

My pulse quickens as a delicious shudder rocks through me, but my body comes on nothing, Connor’s mouth notably absent. I’m devoid of anything to clench down on as my climax keeps going. I want to scream for him to fuck me, but my voice is a strangled moan, my throat dry and pained.

He suddenly yanks my hair, making me hiss as he pulls at my scalp to put me on all fours. “Up, Whitley.” His voice is rough and garbled as if he can no longer make full sentences. “Need inside.”

I need that too.

My body shivers, saturating my thighs with wetness when he purrs and grabs my thick hips in his claws. One scratches a bit roughly and I yelp, but it morphs to a scream as he impales me on his big cock. He stretches me, forcing my body to melt around him, stripping away everything but need. Then he moves with speed without giving me any time to adjust, his body huge between my open thighs, and I feel so small in comparison.

I cry out to the forest, uncaring if anyone hears, as his hips slam against my ass. His cock feels different, bigger and harder somehow, like it’s wrapped in fucking steel.

“Fuck,” he snarls, and yanks my hair back, forcing me to look at the stars.

He fucks my pussy hard, ramming into me, growling and snarling like a beast. If he goes any harder or faster, he’ll split me in two and I want him to. I want him to annihilate my pussy.

Hard, rough strokes shake my body, shunting me forward, and he huffs wildly. He lets my hair go to secure my hips in a bruising grip, and I look back eagerly at him fucking me. His big ears are flat against his scalp, maw parted and fangs bared. He is magnificent.

My body is trembling, aching and on fire. I need more—I need to come. I need him to come.

“Give me your knot,” I plead, my incisors aching to bite him.

“Whitley,” he groans, and I watch as his head tips back even further. “Shit. Feels so good. So soft and wet.”

The deep huskiness of his voice makes me shiver. It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound so turned on in a wild man kind of way, rather than dirty talking to get me to lose it.

My hips buck beneath him, questing for his knot I need so badly. My knees scrape against the dirt and debris of the forest, my heavy breasts bouncing from each of his slams. The cold air at my front has me melting from the heat of him at my back, then he shoves deep inside my abused pussy and my eyes roll back.

I let out an inhuman wail when his cock starts to swell inside me. Connor grunts as the base begins to thicken, his claws gripping me ever so tightly. His knot pushes on my G-spot, sucker-punching it repeatedly until I see fucking stars.

I convulse and scream when my pussy tightens, clamping down on his inhumanly hard, knotted dick. Euphoria spreads through me, and I tear at the ground as my mind blazes yellow.

“Fuck, yes!”