long.
‘Attacking? What the
hell are you talking about? He wasn’t attacking me. I belong to him. He was
giving me his gift!’
Aylen shined the
flashlight into Emily’s eyes. Before she squeezed them closed she saw... well,
Emily looked exactly the way she usually looked after a night in the bar at the
foot of the mountain. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, her expression
suddenly placid. If it wasn’t for the fact that she were sitting naked in a
cave Aylen would swear Emily was drunk.
The wolf girl, Aylen’s
companion, appeared at the mouth of the cave and hopped nervously from foot to
foot. Aylen beckoned her over, but she was reluctant to step closer to the alpha
male, no matter how harmless in sleep.
‘Come here. Look at
Emily.’ With Aylen’s order she moved immediately, as if unable to ignore the
word of the girl who’d saved her. She moved reluctantly from the cave’s bright
moonlit entrance.
‘Do you know what’s
wrong with my friend? She isn’t acting normal.’ As soon as she spoke the words
Aylen realised just how ridiculous her statement must have sounded, standing in
a cave halfway up a snowbound mountain, asking a werewolf why her friend seemed
drunk.
The girl, though,
responded as if it were an obvious question. ‘You can’t smell him?’ she asked,
sniffing the air and pointing to the alpha. ‘She fills with his scent. Your
friend is his now.’
Now that it was pointed
out to her, Aylen noticed the thick scent in the air. It was intoxicating,
beguiling. She couldn’t even describe it in words. The air smelled... no, that
was the wrong word. The air smelled just as it should: the sharpness of the
cold night’s snow; the damp, mossy smell of the cave. It wasn’t the smell that
was unusual, but... the feeling? The air felt solid. Each breath felt as if
Aylen was inhaling the fumes from a strong bottle of vodka, only without the
smell. She took a few long, deep breaths and felt lightheaded as she exhaled.
But happy. Content. As if this was where she should be.
The wolf girl became
more agitated as the scent filled her nose. She looked fearful, moving quickly
between the cave mouth and the two women, her movements quick, dog-like.
Aylen felt her hand
slide down her stomach, enjoying the warmth of the skin beneath her parka. This
feels natural, she thought, foggily. What on earth was I so worried about? He’ll
keep me safe. She almost laughed at herself. Overreacting as usual. Running
around in the cold all night, when I should have been here. I need to relax. A
smile played on her lips as her questing hand found the tattered waistband of
her ski pants, torn almost to shreds hours earlier by the wolf pack, and
slipped her fingers delicately beneath the fabric.
The wolf girl whimpered
when she noticed Aylen’s hand, her knuckles gently tenting the crotch of her
pants as she rubbed herself. The girl looked into Aylen’s eyes, sniffing
deeply, and knew she was lost. Like Emily, she’d been overwhelmed by the Alpha’s
powerful pheromones. The wolf girl couldn’t express herself with words, but she’d
seen the power of his influence before. She knew enough to understand that she
couldn’t pull Aylen back to her senses. Not before the Alpha awoke. Already she
saw Aylen was removing her parka, her bare breasts firm any glowing in the
moonlight.
The young woman turned
to run from the cave but felt Aylen’s hand catch her wrist. Caught off balance
she fell to the ground, pulling the delirious woman with her. Aylen landed
heavily on top of her, forcing the air from her lungs, and quickly thrust her
tongue between the wolf girl’s lips. She slipped her hand from her pussy and
gripped the girl’s free wrist, pinning her to the ground.
The wolf girl knew she
could easily overpower the human. Even in this weak human form she could break
her bones with ease. She could dash her against the cave wall like a rag doll
and escape in moments, but after the events of the night she had sworn