Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You are my pet,” he reminds me when I regain my senses. The lectures are not over, not even with his seed dripping from my ravaged lips. I am aching in the best way. I can feel my pussy throb from time to time in the aftermath of his lovemaking.
“That does not mean you don’t have any thoughts or feelings of your own, but it does mean I intend to train you to obey me. Eventually.”
“How’s that working out for ya, bud?” I can’t help teasing him at least a little. I am in a very good mood. I am in a spectacularly good mood, actually. I have been given a new lease on life, and it feels as though everything from this point forward is going to be some kind of amazing.
“As long as I have you, everything is working out as well as I need it to.”
“But I’m a wolf. And being with me makes you an outcast to your family. Don’t you want to be with your family?”
“I love my family, and I have duty to them, but I love you more than any obligation I never chose. I loved you from the moment I saw you standing in that shipping yard, there to support your friend, though she had brought you into danger. And then you gave yourself to me and I felt your heat. Your desire. I felt you, and I came to know all the softness and the tenderness of your care for your little dog, and your loyalty to your friend who barely returned it. You are brilliant and you are strong, and though you were once wounded, you have remained in the world, ruthlessly part of it. Now you have had something restored, but your power and your wildness, they don’t come from wolf blood. They come from inside you. I will never reject you, Tessie. Not for anything you are, or anything you will be.”
My jaw drops as tears flood my eyes. I want to cry. I always stop myself from crying. But… what if this time I don’t? What if I let the tears flow? I feel them tracing down my cheeks, one at a time at first, until finally they flow in a near steady river down my cheeks.
Order holds me close and he kisses me and he gives me three times the hugs any other man can give me. I do not come from a comfortable or affectionate world. I do not come from family. My story is of the kind I refuse to recount for anyone, even myself. Order’s silken embrace makes me feel so deeply safe, so completely held and contained and kept. I feel so deeply loved and so perfectly owned. I have no intention of leaving him. I belong to him, and I think I’ve known it from the moment we met.
12
Several days later…
I am napping when something wakes me up. The house is empty, so I know it’s not Order that has woken me. It’s something else. Or maybe not a thing at all. A person? A feeling?
I feel a pull. A call. Something primal. Something that sets my feet in motion before I really have a chance to think about it. Four paws hit the carpet beside the bed. I barely notice that I’m not human anymore. Being a wolf just feels right. Feels familiar.
I slip out of a window and into the secluded garden. Night is falling, and that means I am growing more powerful with every bounding step I take out of the outskirts of the town in which we are living, and out through the countryside away from prying human eyes.
I know instinctively to stay away from people. People are dangerous and I am not a creature they will enjoy encountering. If I am seen, the likelihood of being summarily murdered is pretty high. Fortunately, the call, whatever it is, is coming from a nearby rural area and a forest within it.
I slow down as I get into the woods. When I was merely a person, I would have seen this place as a collection of trees. It’s so much more than that. This is the most climaxed place around this area. The grassy fields are open and new and tame, and somewhat broken, but the forest is where nature has been allowed to be what it is for itself. The feeling I get when I am enveloped by it is one of calm and safety. I am home. I am covered by bushes and trees. I am able to hide if I like, hunt and stalk if I like. I am breathing in the scents of animal, plant, and fungi and feeling the connections between all those things.
“There you are.”
A rough voice startles me out of my reverie. I look up and see that I have come to the edge of a small clearing. In that clearing, Chief Connor is standing. The shock and fright I felt at being spotted immediately turns to something else. A warm feeling, like coming home.