Classic Novel
Chapter 495
Chapter 0495 Chapter 0495
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Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pushing the other, neither willing to slow down or give up just yet. The forest grew darker the further they ran, the trees stretching higher, the ground turning soft and damp beneath their paws. Soon enough it was just the two of them and the wild, and the chase, the exhilaration of letting go, of surrendering to the pull of their wolves.
Finally, Noah caught a glimpse of her just up ahead, her form weaving between the trees. She tried to veer left, but he matched her move and closed the distance between them.
And then, with a final surge of strength, he pounced.
They went tumbling across the forest floor, rolling over moss and leaves as their bodies tangled together. His wolf growled softly when they came to a stop. He held her pinned beneath him, his muzzle brushing against her neck. She nipped at him playfully, her eyes twinkling.
They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing, their chests rising and falling in sync. Noah finally shifted back, his heart pounding a mile a minute.
She shifted back as well, her eyes meeting his from below. The world around them faded, the forest growing silent, as if even the trees and the wind were holding their breath.
Noah reached up, brushing a stray leaf from her hair, his fingers lingering as he traced the line of her jaw. She looked up at him, her lips curving in a faint, knowing smile. He could feel his heartbeat pounding, could hear the echo of her own pulse as they laid there, their limbs tangled together.
There was an invitation in her eyes.
Finally, a low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest. Noah felt better after his run, but he still needed a release. And so he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.
She responded in kind, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Noah drew back, stunned, and touched the small wound.
Hannah looked up at him with shock. A little trail of blood was trickling down the side of her mouth-so much like that hunt all those months ago. When she had caught the deer and ended it herself. When he had realized how powerful she had become.
"I'm sorry-" Hannah began, reaching up to wipe the blood away from her cheek. But Noah grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the forest floor, and suddenly his tongue was swirling around hers with renewed vigor, tasting the copper off her skin. Mate.
That was the only word on his feral, half-crazed mind as he tugged her pants down right there on the forest floor: mate. He thought of nothing else, his brain wholly focused on taking her, on having that release he so sorely needed. Chapter 0495
Mate, was all he thought as he flipped her over and thrust himself into her, all the way, in one fell swoop. Hannah's howls of ecstasy only fueled that word, that feeling. He'd hunted her, and now she was his, and he was hers.
Neither of them spoke, at least not out loud, as they rutted there in the forest. They didn't need to. The only sounds between them were the soft growls and whimpers of much-needed pleasure, fingers tangled together in the dirt and skin flecked with sweat. When Noah had nearly reached the edge, he hunched over her and nipped at the side of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin. He reached under her, swirling his fingers in the spot that he knew she liked the most, until she, too, was crying out at her peak. Only then did he finally lose control of himself inside of her. The world turned into a blur around him as he finished into her, feeling her muscles tighten around him.
Then, sated, they both collapsed onto the forest floor in a sweaty, panting, filthy heap.
Mate, he thought as he tangled his fingers in the golden strands of her hair.
And oh, how glad he was to have her back.