I don’t need to see my reflection to know my eyes are shining gold. My skin stretches taut over my body as every part of me throbs with need. His scent calls out to me, barely a few feet away, but still too far. 

The moment my scent reaches him, it’s like the world tilts on its axis. His nostrils flare and his lips part, drinking in the fragments of my need that the wind has carried over to him. As I watch, his pupils grow large and dark as his irises turn almost black. 

“Cassidy?” he asks, his voice already a growl.

I love being a wolf. Our language when we are within this form may not be verbal, but it is intense. A purr rumbles deep in my chest. His body braces, like he wants to move towards me, but he’s using his last measure of control to hold out. Rush is so noble, although at the moment, that nobility is unnecessary. 

All I can think about is getting those powerful hands wrapped around me, pinning me to the ground and showing me what it is to feel my need so profoundly. My pulse runs at the pace of a rabbit, quick and strong, and my muscles twitch at the thought.

Even though I too am a wolf, the prey side of me recognizes Rush as the superior and wants to run. The omega burning up, begging to be bred, wants to be caught. 

“Rush?” My voice is husky, and it pulls his gaze up from where he’s been steadily devouring me with his eyes. He braces himself, ready to go against every primal instinct in his body if I tell him to. He’s ready to turn away from me. 

If he has to. 

“Yes, Cassidy?”

“I’m yours if you can catch me.”

He chuckles and then we’re off, shifting on the fly. 

After that, all I can feel in my blood is the rush of desire surging through my veins, as well as the panting of my breath. My feet slam into the earth as I run, unleashing my she-wolf with total abandon. I can still smell him behind me. He’s stronger than me, faster, and once he catches me, he’ll be able to pin me down. I can only run.  My inner wolf wants to howl with freedom. Heat rolls off my body in waves.

Rush slams into me like a brick wall of instinct and red-hot desire. He drags me to the ground, grappling with me until I’m pinned beneath his enormous bulk, rumbling low in his throat in a sound that is a cross between a growl and a snarl.

I shift from she-wolf to human in the blink of an eye. I leave behind human worries like modesty or dignity. Slick coats my thighs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation of the knot that I know is coming for me. They have no room between us. All I can do is fill my nose with the rich, musky scent of him as I reach out for his body.

He won’t let me, though. With both of my wrists in one of his huge hands, he pulls my arms over my head and holds them tight. My naked body, glistening with sweat and slick, lies stretched out in the dirt. Rush takes advantage of my immobility to press his nose into the crook of my neck and inhale. After he fills his own lungs with my scent, he growls again, then marks me with wet, open-mouthed kisses across my skin, drowning me in his own scent. 

“Rush, please…” 

My sex is ripe and ready… almost to the point of being painful, and I’m too far gone to care about my dignity. His fully engorged cock has a large, swollen knot at its base.  I’ll beg for it if he wants me to.

He covers my body with his own. He demonstrates his own need by dragging the length of his cock down my crease. Still pinning me to the ground with one hand, he straddles my thighs and guides his cock with the other. The hot, velvet skin of his crown teases at the opening, making me cry out when he doesn’t press in. Instead, he uses himself to smear my slick over more of my skin, his chest rumbling with a pleased purr at the sight. 

I buck my hips up, begging for something…anything. But he holds me still. He’s immovable, and I can’t do anything other than lie here and take whatever he gives me. I try to soothe myself with how he surrounds me: his scent, his touch, his body, all of it caging me in and holding me tight. 

When he finally pushes himself into my entrance, I all but whimper. He’s thick and long, but my body opens up to him greedily. I need to be filled. My inner muscles clench around his shaft, attempting to pull him deeper, clutching at his length. 

Finally, I feel whole. There’s no time to adjust as he begins to thrust into me, but I don’t care. I need it. His knot bumps up against my entrance, and I can feel how deeply he wants to bury himself so he can find that ultimate satisfaction for himself.

The forest blurs around me as my body seems to dissolve into a wave of heat and pleasure. I let myself go lax, safe in his hands. My eyes fall closed, and nothing exists outside of the jolt of my body every time he snaps his hips against me. 

“Please, Rush,” I groan into the dirt. “Please… knot me.”

He hisses in my ear and his cock flexes inside me at the words. I can feel him getting close.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

The pounding becomes faster and more jarring, his knot pushing at my entrance until he finally gives a tremendous thrust and I feel it forced inside me. I scream into his mouth. The feeling is painful, wrapped in an intense pleasure. My body tenses, bearing down around him and holding him tight.

As he grinds against me, the splash of hot seed fills me exactly where I need it, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure and rightness through every inch of me that makes me scream again. 

Once we are tied together, Rush wraps his arms around me, holding me close, then rolls onto his back. I don’t know how long we lie there, tied together, and I don’t care. Although not a true orgasm, my pussy instinctively spasms around him, milking his knot for every drop of cum that I can drain from him.

I take infinite pleasure in the soft groans that I’m pulling from him as well, while he continues to trace the curve of my neck with his tongue. My desire and desperation are now fulfilled. I wonder if my need for him will ever recede into the background. But the satiation that it leaves behind is even better.