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08 – Scars
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2025-07-09 00:16:26The claws didn't hurt my head as much as I expected them to. In fact, I felt a certain excitement about it; my wolf did. The aura between us was stronger, but this time he wasn't trying to mask any scent; he was actually avoiding it. There were a lot of pheromones in the air. His wolf scent was addictive, like an expensive perfume that only the richest and most exclusive people could afford to buy, wear, and match with their fragrance.
My body was submissive to his, and we hadn't gone beyond the kiss. All I had was a completely shrewd and delicious tongue that seemed to know all the main points of my mouth. I felt claws in my hair and on the little skin he had access to under his clothes, which he had given me minutes before. A part of me was beginning to let go. The inner wolf was slowly coming out. With my claws exposed, I touched Lancelot's skin, gently smoothing it. He then finally tore the clothes from my body with his claws, freeing the path from his mouth to my breasts, smoothing them with his tongue. I felt my body get even wetter, releasing my wolf scent. Lancelot growled at me as he licked my belly, showing his yellow eyes close to mine. With his body freed from his clothes and mine too, he took me to the floor, fiercely, still growling. It was too sexy to see him like that, especially remembering him attending to me hours ago. I was enjoying it, my wolf longing for what else he could show me. Then his breathing began to grow heavier, but I could see the pleasure on his face. “Naomi,” he called my name. “Say it,” I asked, as breathless as he was, while I felt his claws digging deeper and deeper, teasing me. “Say it, Lancelot,” I repeated. He then climbed on top of me, slowly, and I felt his breath heavy on my belly, licking it again, and then he bit me, and I let out a slight cry of surprise. He made eye contact, was thirsty, and then bit me again and again. My body writhed with pleasure and pain, and my wolf screamed inside, finally releasing my fangs. Even wetter, I dug my claws hard into his back, scratching, creating a path. I saw him writhe in pain and smelled the blood on my claws. “Naomi,” he growled at me. My wild side growled back, and then I dug my claws in again, retracing the same path, drawing even more blood. Lancelot then did the same, biting me and digging his claws into my head, making me bleed too. Restless and thirsty, I knew what I wanted: I wanted that body and that wolf. Pressing my claws against his skin, I climbed on top, leaving him underneath, submissive to me. My gaze burned with excitement as I looked at him. It had been so long since I had felt adrenaline. It was the right moment to make the decision to do it or not. I closed my eyes and smelled the wild scent of the environment. Lancelot wasted no time and shared the image of the forest with me. The olive scent of the leaves and the natural sounds woke the wolf up. So, I sat down with everything. I growled softly, feeling the slight pain of a great lack of penetration. Lancelot growled with pleasure, and then I began to move more wildly, digging my claws into every inch of his skin. His hands turned to my breasts, squeezing them. The smell of blood was pleasant. Feeling alive was pleasant. I wanted more. We wanted more. “Come on, transform,” I said. I finally said it. Throughout my life, I had never had the opportunity to ask for a change. Among wolves, this was a sexual term that indicated an interest in completely changing from wolf to human or from human to wolf. “Change, Lancelot,” I asked once more. He smiled mischievously, and then I heard the first crack of his spine bending. I felt an enormous arousal and sat down forcefully once more. Provoking a change during sex was overwhelming. It wasn't long before more changes presented themselves, and then my body reconnected to the situation. I changed, too. At that stage, more wolves than humans, we continued to have our night of pleasure. I didn't think about the triplets, I didn't think about the medium wolves, and I didn't know about Casper. And for the first time in a long time, I didn't blame myself.
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The Price of a Second Chance 229 – Naomi
The sun had not yet fully risen when I heard the first sound. A dry snap, coming from the room. I stood up slowly, barefoot on the cold floor, my heart already filled with fear. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but another came, and another, like bones settling in the wrong place. I knew. I ran.Lancelot was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tilted forward, his hands glued to the sheets. His skin was pale, sweat running down his temples, and the air in the room seemed denser, warmer. When he raised his face, I saw the look. It was not human. Dilated pupil, golden pulsing under the brown."Lancelot," I called, keeping my voice calm.He took a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a husky trembling, as if the lungs did not remember their own rhythm. "I… feel it." The voice failed. "Here." Pointed to the chest, almost a desperate gesture. "He does not sleep, Naomi."I approached slowly, the ground creaking low. "You’re safe here. He won’t control you.""You don’t und
The Price of a Second Chance 228 – Naomi
I didn’t move for a while. The whole body seemed to be stuck, as if any movement could make the air collapse again. Casper had left, but his smell still permeated the house. I knew that if he had taken one more step, if he had insisted, he would have found Lancelot. And then nothing else would remain. The ground seemed to shake under my feet, not of fear but of the adrenaline that had not yet gone away. I had never seen him so calm. And it was worse. Furious Casper was predictable. Calm Casper was a disaster.I went to the window and looked out. His car was no longer there. The road, wet with fine drizzle, seemed longer than ever. I could almost see him driving, the cold expression, the discreet smile, the look already calculating the next step. He had not come here on impulse. He came because he wanted me to know that he knew. It was a warning. And now, the mere thought of opening the door made me feel like I was being watched. He could have left someone out there. He could be waitin
The Price of a Second Chance 227 – Naomi
I felt before I heard. The air changed.The coffee was still hot in the cup when the car stopped outside. No door clapping, only slow steps on the wood of the balcony. I took a deep breath. My heart started beating faster, but I knew I couldn’t run. I couldn’t show fear. Lancelot slept in the room, breathing heavily, his body still recovering. Three knocks. Non-violent, but firm enough to make the skin shudder. I opened the door before he did."Casper." He was there."Will you invite me in?" he asked.He could have said no. He could have closed the door and locked it, feigning force. But with Casper, denial was just a different way of giving in. I took a step back. He came in. His smell dominated the air. He looked around with an almost cruel slowness.I went to the table, trying to look busy. The coffee was still steaming. He watched my every move. "Do you want some?""No. I’ve already taken it."The subtext was clear. He already knew where I had been and what I had done. "Are you a
The Price of a Second Chance 226 – Casper
I always knew. From the beginning. They think they fool someone, but the problem of dealing with liars is that they believe their own stories. I don’t. I see what they’re trying to hide. Naomi’s silence, the way her phone was “unplugged” on the right night, and the blood disappearing in the forest perimeter. No one survives that ambush. No one, except an average wolf with enough stubbornness to challenge his own biology. Lancelot.I saw him almost die. I let him almost die. And yet he breathes. Naomi thinks she can hide him from me. This is what irritates me most: not the betrayal itself, but the presumption. She has always had this gift to think that love makes her invincible. But love is the most predictable of instincts.I heard from my men even before the body cooled on the forest floor. One of them appeared with a white face and a trembling voice. Said the wolf is gone. That there was blood, but no body. I could have killed him right there, just to maintain the hierarchy, but I f
The Price of a Second Chance 225 – Naomi
Lancelot woke up before me. I heard the sound of the tap, the noise of the coffee being passed, the kind of noise that a short time ago would have meant a normal morning. When I left the room, he was already dressed, dark shirt, folded sleeves, still wet hair. It looked like a man trying to remember how to live."Are you going out?" I asked, leaning on the door."I want to see the coffee." It sounded simple, but the look said something else. It was as if he needed to prove something, for me and himself. I felt my stomach tighten, but did not try to stop."I’ll go with you."He hesitated for a second, as if he wanted to argue, then gave in. "All right. Maybe it’s better."We went out together, the sun already high, the cold wind cutting through the air. On the way, he kept his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense. The city looked the same, but nothing else was familiar to me. People walked fast, avoiding eye contact. Maybe it was just an impression. Or maybe not."You should have
The Price of a Second Chance 224 – Lancelot
The sun began to scratch the floor with orange, and Naomi slept with her face turned towards me, hair fallen by the pillow, a lock caught between her lips. There was a tranquility in it that I had not seen before. A simple, human beauty.Sat down slowly, careful not to wake her. The body still hurt, but the pain had shifted to a different location. It was no longer a reminder of the wolf. I got up, and each muscle responded slowly. The morning air was cold but good. I went to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee that was still left from the night before. My hands trembled a little when I held the bottle.The first cup fell almost in half, and I laughed alone. "You always sucked at coffee makers." Her voice came out sleepy and drawn and made my heart race. I turned around. Naomi was standing at the door, the blanket falling down her shoulders, her hair messed up in a way that looked like a work of art."And you always wake up when I try to do something right," I replied.She smi
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