My wolf?I hold my breath, trying to grasp the feeling, to coax it to life. For a moment, it grows stronger, a warmth spreading through my chest, a heightened awareness of the forest around me—the scents sharper, the sounds clearer.But as quickly as it came, it fades, slipping away like water throu
IrisI wake to the feeling of being watched. When I crack my eyes open, Arthur is propped up on one elbow beside me, staring directly at me with a smirk tugging at his lips.“Were you watching me sleep?” I mumble. “That’s creepy, you know.”His smile widens. “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful when y
He enters me slowly, painfully so. First an inch, maybe less, and then he’s out of me again, sliding his shaft between my pussy lips. I whine with need, but he just smirks and slips two inches in, then back out.It takes too long for him to finally fill every inch of me, too many times dipping in an
IrisArthur pushes open the bedroom door with his foot, careful not to bump my head against the frame. The moonlight streams through the large windows as he lowers me gently onto the plush comforter of the bed.For a long moment, neither of us speaks. He hovers above me, both hands pressed firmly in
We rock in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the chorus of crickets and the occasional distant howl of a wolf. Once again, my mind drifts back to the she-wolf we saw earlier.“Arthur?” I say, breaking the silence.“Hmm?”“Do you think… Do you think my wolf will ever emerge? Or is it poss
IrisBy the time we return to the ranch house, my legs feel like jelly. I never realized horseback riding would use so many muscles that I didn’t even know I had. Arthur and Miles, of course, seem completely unaffected, which is annoying but also very unsurprising.“Did you see how fast Thunder went
The sight of them together makes my heart swell, and I momentarily forget about my fear. This is what I always wanted—to see Arthur being a father to our son. To have these moments together as a family, making memories that Miles will carry with him forever.I thought we would never have this after
Iris“You want me to ride… that?”I stare up at Buttercup, who suddenly seems to be the size of a small building. The chestnut mare looks down at me with what I swear is amusement in her big brown eyes.“Oh, come on,” Arthur laughs, still holding Miles. “She’s the gentlest horse on the ranch.”“I do
I can’t argue with that. My heart soars as I picture summers spent here as a family; all of the memories, the joy and laughter… Maybe more children will fill these walls, too. Although the thought of having more kids with Arthur makes me blush.After we unpack, a ranch hand offers to take us on a to