My fingers drummed against the mahogany desk where I’d been pretending to review territory reports. The words blurred together on the screen. I couldn’t fus on anything except the empty suite
Where is she?
I reached for my phone to call her when it hit me.
A surge of pure, desperate want slammed through my body like lightning Heat exploded in my chest, racing downward until my cock swelled painfully against my jeans
“What the fuck? I doubled over, gripping the desk edge.
Storm erupted in my consciousness with a feral foar Find Sublet Now! She needs us!
What’s happening?
“Mate heat! Go to her!”
Even without marking Sable, even without a complete bond, I could feel her. The Lycan King’s connection ran deeper than ordinary wolves understood. Across the city, my mate was burning with need.
And I could taste it on my tongue like honey and fire.
I closed my eyes, letting my awareness stretch along the invisible thread that connected us. Not at the hospital. Not at any restaurant. Not anywhere in the city center.
The pull led north. Toward the wilderness.
Forest. She’s in the forest.
I found her car behind the gas station, tucked into the shadows where security cameras couldn’t reach. The Bentley sat empty under the fluorescent lights.
Relief and panic warred in my chest as I parked beside her. At least I’d found the right place.
I opened her driver’s door. Her clothes lay scattered across the backseat – jeans, sweater, underwear still damp with arousal.
She shifted. She’s running wild.
My hands shook as I stripped off my own clothes.
Bones cracked and reformed. Muscles stretched and thickened. Within minutes, a massive black wolf stood where I’d been.
I gathered my clothes in my jaws and bounded toward the treeline.
Her scent hit me immediately – strawberries and roses twisted with raw, desperate need. The smell went straight to my head like alcohol.
I ran deeper into the woods, following the trail she’d left. Broken branches. Disturbed earth. The lingering musk of a female in heat.
Then I heard it.
A howl that pierced the night air like a blade through my soul. Pain and longing and desperation wrapped into one primal cry.
She’s calling for me.
I found her curled beneath an ancient oak, silver fur gleaming in the moonlight. Even from twenty feet away, I could smell the pheromones radiating from her body in waves.
She was suffering.
I approached slowly, making soft whining sounds to announce my presence.
Her amber eyes lifted to meet mine.
The moment she saw me, something snapped. I dropped my clothes near a fallen log and walked toward her.
Sable’s POV
Esme took control before I could stop her.
My body launched from beneath the tree, every rational thought scattered like leaves in a hurricane. Nothing existed except the enormous black wolf standing in the moonlight.
I slammed into his side, claws scrambling for purchase on his massive frame. My body moved without permission, tail lifting high, presenting myself with shameless desperation.
Heat poured off my skin in waves. The ache between my legs had become unbearable torture. I needed him inside me, needed him to claim me, needed him to make the burning stop.
I pressed against his flank, whimpering and mewling like a bitch in heat. Because that’s exactly what I was.
His scent filled my nostrils. My body responded instantly, more moisture gathering between my thighs.
I felt his arousal, saw his wolf cock beginning to emerge from its sheath. Red and thick and exactly what my body craved.
Take me. Mount me. Make me yours.
But instead of giving me what I needed, he gently pushed me away.
His massive head nudged my shoulder, encouraging me to step back. The rejection sent panic racing through my system.
No! Don’t leave me! I need you!
He made soft, soothing sounds deep in his throat. His nose touched my neck, warm breath ruffling my fur.
The gentle contact worked like a sedative. My frantic thoughts began to settle. Shame crashed over me as I realized what I’d just done.
Oh God
I backed away, ears flattened against my skull. I couldn’t look at him.
I turned to run.
He moved to block my path, his huge body creating an impassable wall.
‘Sabi. Shift back. Let me help you.”
The mind link felt intimate in a way that made my human consciousness blush. Like he was speaking directly into my soul. i hesitated, then let the shift begin.
Bones cracked and reformed. Muscles shortened and reshaped. My fur dissolved as human skin emerged.
Within minutes, I stood naked in the moonlight, arms wrapped around my body, face burning with mortification.
Caelan shifted back to human form and walked to where he’d dropped his clothes. He pulled his shirt free and spread it on the forest floor like a blanket,
“I know what you’re going through. His voice was gentle, understanding. The first mate bond with a Lycan King is always the most intense.”
I couldn’t meet his eyes. I… I couldn’t control myself. What I just did…”
You were following instinct. There’s nothing shameful about that.”
His fingers touched my cheek, tilting my face up until I had to look at him. “But I can’t watch you suffer like this. Let me help you, without crossing lines we’re not ready for.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can give you release without taking you completely. His thumb traced my lower lip. “Let your body have what it needs, but keep your heart safe.”
The offer sent fresh heat through my core. I nodded, too desperate to refuse.
“Lie down.”
I settled onto his shirt, the fabric soft against my fevered skin. Caelan knelt beside me, his eyes dark with controlled hunger.
“Relax, Sabi. I’m going to make you feel better.”
His hands started at my shoulders, palms warm and steady. He traced my collarbones with his fingertips, barely touching, but even that light contact sent electricity racing through my nerves.
When his fingers brushed my nipples, I gasped and arched off the ground.
“So responsive.” He leaned down, mouth replacing his hands.
His lips closed around my left nipple, tongue flicking the sensitive peak. His teeth grazed the hardened flesh, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.
“Caelan…”
“Shh. His breath was warm against my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
His hands traveled lower, skimming my stomach, tracing patterns that made my muscles twitch. When he reached the junction of my thighs, he paused.
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