59. Claiming

Lor

My roar of pain causes her to stumble but the foolish woman does not stop. With a little gasp, she flies into the distance. She is so fast. If I were any other wolf she would outrace me. She pumps her arms for speed, not looking back after dealing me such a fatal blow and a wayward shot of admiration hardens my cock more than it already is.

Her scent is overpowering in this limited tunnel, more effective than an aphrodisiac. With hardly a second thought, I go after her, and not because I don’t wish to the high heavens I could respect her wishes. It is because it is impossible to. I have lost my mind in my desire for her, and nothing else makes sense in the world than having her soft body in my arms, despite the hatred in her eyes.

Damn it. She was never supposed to walk in on me.

I cross the distance between us in seconds and in the next breath, I tackle her to the ground. Her breath punches out of her as I flip her over. She stares at me in disbelief for a second and then she