Chapter 5: The Shift

The powerful wolf stood before her like a true king of the wild, and Cara’s eyes lit up with admiration and excitement. She was a child raised by the forest, respecting strength was an instinct woven into her very being.

“Mate, amazing!” she gasped in awe.

Her words were the greatest reward the Grey Wolf could receive, filling him with deep satisfaction.

He let out a low growl as his body began to shift. Silver-gray fur slowly receded into his skin, bones cracked and reshaped, muscles stretched and expanded with raw power. In mere moments, the mighty beast was gone, replaced by a towering man.

Under the moonlight, his bare body looked like a masterpiece sculpted from marble, every muscle perfectly carved, radiating primal strength. His bronzed skin shimmered with a silvery glow, making him even more breathtaking. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, a firm chest, and long, powerful legs.

His silver-gray hair was slightly tousled, catching the faint glow of the night, adding to his air of mystery and danger. His deep amber eyes held both the ruthless instinct of a predator and a rare flicker of warmth when they met Cara’s gaze. A sharp nose, chiseled features, and a strong jawline, all of it came together in a wild, mesmerizing beauty.

Even in human form, the Grey Wolf carried the presence of a ruler, untamed, powerful, and commanding.

Cara’s eyes widened as she drank in the sight of the mesmerizing werewolf before her. Her heart pounded as his long, powerful strides closed the distance between them.

He reached out, his voice deep and gentle.

“Cara, it’s me, your mate.”

For a moment, she just stood there, stunned. Then, a brilliant smile lit up her face, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky.

“Mate!” she called softly, slipping her hand into his.

The Grey Wolf pulled her into his arms, holding the wild little wolf who had stirred something deep inside him.

Lowering his head, he gazed at her, their faces so close their breaths mingled in the cool night air. A primal instinct, raw and undeniable, awakened within them both.

Cara lifted her head, drawn to him, craving something more, something fierce and consuming.

“Mate,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

The moment the word left her lips, the Grey Wolf claimed her mouth. His kiss was deep, possessive, filled with raw hunger. He explored her, his tongue tangling with hers, devouring her sweet taste, honey and wildflowers, like he could never get enough.

Cara didn’t need anyone to teach her, instinct took over as she kissed him back just as fiercely. Her fingers tangled in his silver-gray hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. There was a hint of inexperience in her movements, a clumsy eagerness, but that only drove the Grey Wolf wilder.

With a low growl, he tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the rough stone wall behind them. His strong thigh slid between her legs, parting them just enough to cage her in completely. There was no escape.

But Cara had no desire to run. She clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pressing her body flush against his, as if she couldn’t get close enough.

Grey Wolf let out a deep, rumbling growl, low, dangerous, yet filled with satisfaction. Cara was the wildfire consuming his control, fanning the primal hunger surging through his veins.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips to her ear, nipping at the delicate curve. His hot breath sent a shiver down her spine, making her tremble.

“Cara…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Mate… Mate…” she gasped, her voice unsteady, tinged with both need and confusion. The fire building inside her was overwhelming, a heat unlike anything she had ever known. It consumed her, clouded her thoughts, leaving her desperate and restless.

‘Mate… it feels strange…’ she whimpered.

The Grey Wolf let out a low chuckle. As much as he craved to take Cara with unrestrained passion, the innocence in her every reaction made him hold back. She was so pure, so untouched, he wanted to cherish her, to show her nothing but tenderness.

His hand trailed slowly down her thigh, fingers gliding over skin as soft as silk, sending a deep shudder through him.

He moved higher, inch by inch, until his fingers brushed against the heat between her legs, finding her already dripping, her body trembling with need.

A finger, quiet and unseen, slipped into the cramped, damp cave. This private space, invaded for the first time by something foreign, made Cara frown, unable to adjust. But under the influence of Grey Wolf, strange feelings began to rise, slowly replacing the initial discomfort.

One finger, then two, then three, relentlessly explored, entering and leaving, twisting and stirring. Cara closed her eyes tightly, her mouth involuntarily humming with pleasure. Her legs went limp, and she could only cling to his neck, surrendering her entire weight to him.

Grey Wolf couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted one of her legs, resting it on his shoulder, leaving her most intimate area completely exposed.

Cara knew what was coming. She clung to him tighter, spreading her legs as wide as she could, inviting him to fully enter her.

Grey Wolf thrust his hips, driving his large, hard lower body into hers, entering with his full length.

“Ah…” Cara cried out in pain. His size was overwhelming, far bigger than her imagination. It felt like he was tearing her apart.

Cara's insides were so warm and tight. Her entire body tensed, that place involuntarily clenching around him, almost making him lose control.

‘Mate, it hurts!’ her cry echoed in his mind.

“Be good, relax,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her lips. A long, reassuring kiss, filled with his gentle comfort.

His hand caressed her full breasts, his fingers teasing her swollen nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through Cara.

Her body began to adapt to the large intrusion, relaxing significantly. Grey Wolf sensed the moment. He moved his hips slowly, a steady rhythm of in and out.

The pain faded, replaced by a strange, intense pleasure that threatened to consume Cara. She arched her neck, a seductive moan escaping her lips. Grey Wolf's movements grew faster, more forceful. Cara surrendered to the wildness of his touch, relishing the way he filled her.

“Cara, call me, call my name!” he urged, thrusting his hips.

“Mate... Mate,” her voice came out in broken gasps, overwhelmed by his relentless movements.

“Say you love me, say it, Cara,” he pleaded.

“Mate, I... love you,” she responded, her voice thick with passion.

“I love you too, I love you so much, my Cara,” he grinned, his voice filled with satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed her lips.

It was their first time, and Grey Wolf couldn't hold back any longer. A long kiss ended with him releasing his passion deep inside her, leaving her body infused with his scent, inside and out.

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Author: I’m sweating after writing this chapter. Hope you guys like it.