The Wolf's Mating Season (BBW Alpha Male Shifter Paranormal Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

slowly over her ass. Slowly, as if exploring her body for the first time, she began to trace her nipples lightly with a finger.
    My erection was rock hard, and I began to pump up and down my shaft faster. I saw her suck on her finger, wetting it before returning it to her breasts. As she continued to pinch her nipples, I could see her chest heave and gasp with the sensations she was giving herself. I wished desperately that I could have a closer look at those luscious breasts. As I leaned against a tree trunk, a familiar clenching in my stomach got stronger. In my mind it was the mysterious woman’s womanhood that pressed against me. I could see her on her knees, my erection pumping fluidly in and out of her as I mounted her from behind.
    I came with a shock, my cum splashing against the foliage. My breath was ragged. Seeing this woman naked had sent my pent up arousal into overdrive. Until now I had not realized just how strong my instincts had been. Last year my mate Arianna had been killed, and it had been too long since I had had to deny my own drive to procreate. As I let go of my half hard cock, I looked up to see that she was coming out of the water, evidently refreshed.
    Quickly, I turned around and returned back into the shadow of the forest. My eyes gleamed in the semidarkness as I fought my other half, trying to retain a grip on my own body. Fur rippled across my back, and I broke into a trot, running as far away as I could from her. My body lengthened, muscles bulging with brute strength. The wolf inside took over, howling. It needed to run.
    I allowed myself to streak through the forest, the sensations flitting through my wolf mind. Immediately I honed in on the smell of a deer. It would do as a distraction. But I knew that I needed release, one way or another. It was only a matter of when.

The next morning, I woke up groggy and aching. The wind brought goosebumps across my bare flesh. For a moment I couldn’t remember what had happened. It was like that most times when the wolf prevailed. My memories would be fragmented, and I preferred it that way for the most part. It was near impossible to control myself once I had shifted completely, and it wasn’t until the power of the moon had hidden that I would regain consciousness.
    The woman.
    I got to my feet. I had to know where she was. Other young males would be prowling during the mating season. It was almost impossible to control the wolf in heat. And with the decline of female shifters it was becoming harder and harder to stay in control. The intensity of my animal instinct yesterday afternoon was a testament to that.
    Quickly I retraced my steps, my keen nose picking out the irregular path I had taken. Along the way I found my pack, and managed to find a change of clothes. Shifting often tore apart whatever I was wearing at the time. As another gust blew by me, my head swivelled at the familiar scent. She wasn’t far.
    There was something else too: she was hurt. I shouldered my pack and ran, cursing the fact that I was on two legs instead of four. Soon I found her, off the side of a small cliff. I could almost taste the sweat of her fear on her body. As I drew closer to her I paused. I knew better than to approach like this. I was liable to hurt her more than help her.
    It was clear that she had fallen somehow, and gashed her leg open.
    My breath came ragged and I had to hold onto a tree to catch my breath as I struggled with myself—her smell was overpowering. Now that I was closer, I could scent that she too was in heat. Fuck. This was not going to be easy. My inner wolf raged, pacing back and forth. I could feel myself wavering, my eyes slipping momentarily into the black and white canine view. I wrestled control back, this time for good.
    Even though I could leave her out in the open, the trail was not well maintained in this area, and it didn’t seem as though she knew how to take care of herself. Her wound had been open a while now, and she had yet