Wolf's Run: A BBW Shifter Romance (5 page)

“Yeah, I love it up here. I come to the mountains a lot,” Yeager replied.

“Where do you live?” I wondered. I honestly had no idea where a man that became a wolf might call home.

“The desert near Slab City by the Salton Sea in Southern California. Nobody bothers me there,” Yeager told me.

“I’ve heard of that place. Don’t they have that mountain, what’s it called...?” I asked.

“Salvation Mountain,” Yeager replied.

“Yeah! I’ve seen that on TV or something. Does your...pack live there?” I asked. I didn’t know what else to call it besides a pack. Yeager laughed at my attempt.

“No. There are some shifters like me that live in those parts but most of us are loners,” he said.

“Why is that?” I prodded, suddenly curious about how exactly Yeager lived. If Yeager’s story was to be believed, I was fated to be with him. The thought was a bit scary but pleasant at the same time for some reason.

“Like wolves, once we reach manhood, we leave the family, the pack, and seek out a mate. When we’ve found the one, we start our own pack. Sometimes several packs, families, will band together. Other shifters may never mate and remain alone. Most, though, live on the fringes of society,” he explained. Living like that didn’t sound very appealing.

“That’s sad. Why do you live like that?” I wondered.

“By choice, mostly. We don’t fit in. We’ve evolved and we’ve found a niche where we can survive, even thrive. On the fringes, we can live how we want without others interfering or persecuting us,” he told me. I found the idea rather strange. I tried to wrap my head around the idea but it was tough.

“How many of you are there?” I asked.

“Thousands, millions, who knows. We tend to find each other. We can scent other shifters. There’s not so many of us that we get too territorial like wolves but nobody knows how many of us there are. I’ve never met anyone who is aware if any of us exist outside of North America. I’m sure they do. All those werewolf stories came from somewhere,” Yeager said.

“Is that what you are?” I pressed. I couldn’t get enough of this. It was hard to believe but I found I desired to know more. It was interesting and rather exciting if a bit weird.

“No. There’s no such thing...at least as far as I know. I can change at will and I don’t consider it a curse. It’s just who and what I am. No full moon, though I do like a big full moon, no silver bullets, none of that,” he mused as he patiently answered my questions. I guess I was peppering him pretty hard but Yeager never batted an eye. We walked along the shore of the lake as I asked him more.

“Are there females?” I asked him.

“No. Some claim there used to be in the past. No one I’ve met knows for sure. Nobody knows where we came from or when we first appeared. Some say we’ve always been here living on the fringes of civilization, others claim were a new mutation. I don’t know but most of us think we’ve evolved from humans somehow. With such a loose society, our history is a mystery. But as far as I know, there are no female shifters. We mate with human women and our sons are shifters but our daughters aren’t. Whether the human females we choose are unique in some way, I don’t know. All I know is that as soon as I caught your scent, I knew you were the one,” Yeager told me.

I found a boulder and sat down on it. I felt so conflicted. Part of me was fighting to reject what Yeager claimed, to deny something like that was even possible. It wasn’t a conscious thing but a visceral reaction. Another part of me, however, was drawn to the idea. It was a romantic notion, two people inexplicably drawn together, fated for one another. But it was more than that. I felt a connection to Yeager, a feeling that I was sure was always lurking beneath the surface, a feeling I was only vaguely aware of that had been awakened within me.

“I’m sorry. I let my eagerness get the best of me. I found you when you were so young and I’ve been waiting ever since. It’s not fair for me to push you though,” Yeager said.

“No, it is what it is. You can’t help the way you feel. When my mom died, it was so hard. I was only seventeen. I couldn’t accept it, you know. I fought the idea and for a while, I actually believed that she wasn’t really gone, that she was coming back. She never did though and I finally had to accept that she wasn’t ever coming back. I have to do that now too. I have to accept this. Last night proved to me this was all real. Honestly, I knew it was true somewhere inside. It’s hard though,” I told Yeager.

“You’re very brave, Cassie. I wish I could have been there for you but it’s not our way. I had to wait until you were old enough,” Yeager told me. This man, being a shifter aside, might have been old enough to be my father, was a biker and lived on the fringes of society. Yet, I was drawn to him. Whether it was fate or genuine fondness, I didn’t know.

“Yeager?” I said.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I’d go out with you even if you weren’t my...mate,” I told him and looked away nervously. But I had to see his reaction and stole a glance his direction. I found him staring at me, his amber eyes full of desire. I felt it too but I wasn’t ready to indulge my feelings. I did, however, wonder what that water might feel like. I’d rather have a hot shower, but a dip in the lake would have to do.

I stood up as Yeager watched me. I kicked off my shoes and then peeled my jeans down my legs. I remembered that I had nothing on beneath the hoodie but I shrugged and took it off as well. I giggled at the look in Yeager’s eyes. I saw desire and amusement mixed with a hint of surprise. “Are you going to just sit there or are you going to join me?” I asked as I turned, slipped out of my panties and dove into the chilly water, not sure what had gotten into me.

When I popped back up I saw Yeager lying on his back having fallen in an attempt to get his boots off too fast. I laughed at him and he glared back at me as he struggled, “What’s so funny?”

“You are!” I said and swam away. I’m not sure what I was doing but it felt good. I barely knew this man but he’d saved my life and his story was obviously legitimate despite its implausibility. I mean, it was the stuff of movies and books and if I hadn’t witnessed what I had, I wouldn’t have believed it. But I did witness Dolan’s gang in their wolf form and Dolan himself begin to change before my eyes. However, now that I had no choice but to believe Yeager, it actually sounded pretty amazing. I’m sure it was Yeager’s presence that had me feeling so relaxed and I didn’t care.

I heard Yeager dive in as I swam and then his fluid strokes as they broke the water. I looked back and he was almost on me. I squealed and tried to outrun him but I wasn’t exactly a great swimmer. Suddenly, Yeager grabbed me and I squealed as he turned me round and pulled me to him. He stared into my eyes with his amber eyes and I stopped giggling. His arms felt so good around me as we bobbed in the mountain lake. I felt a strange attraction to him, a deep need, a sexual urge.

“Are you doing this to me?” I asked. Yeager squinted as he tried to guess at my meaning. “Are you making me feel this way about you?” I clarified.

“No! I’m not magic or anything. You feel the way you do because you were born for me,” he replied.

“How do you know that?” I pressed.

“Because I feel it too. I knew it seven years ago when I scented you. Shifters like me, we mate for life with a specific woman. We find her by her scent, by instinct. I can’t explain it. I just knew it when I scented you. Cassie, I’ve been waiting seven years to do this,” he said and kissed me. I stiffened but only for a moment. As his warm lips met mine, I felt it too. I couldn’t explain it either but I knew he was the one. I could feel it in my core, sense it somehow.

I relaxed as Yeager kissed me, holding me tightly to him. The cold water failed to cool the fire building inside of me. I took his face in my hands and desperately kissed him back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we sank below the surface but I barely perceived it. Only when Yeager broke the kiss did I realize I was under the surface and let go of him. I came back to the surface and found him chuckling softly.

“Sorry,” I told him.

“Don’t be. That was everything I’d hoped and more, Cassie,” he said. I hadn’t anticipated his kiss and I had no expectations but it was pretty incredible.

“We should go back to shore,” I told him.

“Cold?” Yeager asked.

“Anything but. You’ve waited seven years and I don’t want to make you wait any more,” I said and began swimming towards the edge of the lake. Yeager didn’t follow immediately, stunned I think by what I’d said. By the time I stood and walked out of the water, he was there next to me. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to a patch of grass and laid me down gently.

“You’re beautiful, Cassie. I’ve ached for you for so long. You were in my thoughts when I awoke every morning and still there when I went to sleep at night. I can hardly believe you’re laying here before me. I never thought this day would come,” he told me. I ached for him in return. I could almost feel his pain and longing because I felt it too. I knew in my heart I was this biker’s mate and I let myself accept it. I let myself embrace it. Suddenly, I wanted him as much as I could feel he wanted me.

“I don’t know why but I feel connected to you. I feel close to you. Is this how it is?” I wondered as I looked at Yeager’s naked body. He was sexy. There was no doubt about that. I felt a pleasant tingle between my thighs as I stared at him.

“I suppose. That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. We are connected. I don’t know why or how but we are. I didn’t choose you. You didn’t choose me. Whether it was pure chance or fate or whatever, it just is,” Yeager tried to explain but left me with even more questions. But I didn’t question the way I felt for him. I couldn’t. Maybe under different circumstances I might have balked at his story, I might have been harder to convince but I had this thrust upon me and I couldn’t deny my feelings even if I wanted too.

“Make love to me, Yeager. I need you and I don’t care why right now. All I know is I need you,” I said. Yeager drank me in with his eyes as he knelt on the grass next to me. I felt his lust and desire as he looked me over. “I’ve never had sex outside like this,” I told him.

“I almost always have sex outside,” he replied as he reached out and ran his hand over my belly and then cupped my breasts.

“Doggie style?” I asked playfully and then took his wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth. I licked his finger before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it.

“Yeah, something like that,” Yeager said breathlessly as his free hand disappeared between my thighs and found my velvet folds and swollen nub. I sighed as I let go of Yeager’s finger. He stroked my face softly as he fondled my sex. His manhood was rigid and straining against itself. He was a magnificent man, muscular, firm and fit. He wore a few tattoos including a prominent one on his chest. Yeager’s hand moved to stroke my hair and then he wrapped his hand around my raven curls and he bent to kiss me.

This time, however, Yeager thrust his tongue into my mouth and I eagerly accepted it, sucking it greedily. My lust overwhelmed me as his fingers pushed into my sopping tunnel and I reached for his broad shaft and began to stroke it. There was only Yeager. The trees and lake, the mountain air warmed by the sun and the soft grass all disappeared. It was just the two of us and we were all that mattered.

“I need you in me,” I gasped as I pushed Yeager away. His eyes flared and I knew I was in for something special I had yet to experience in my short life. No tryst with a clumsy teenaged boy would compare to what Yeager was about to do to me. No human man could pleasure me like Yeager. I was sure of it.

“Seven years I’ve waited. I almost gave in many times and came to claim you. If it wasn’t for the principles my kind live by I would have. It’s only the laws and traditions of man that leads us to wait. A hundred years past, I would have taken you the moment I saw you and made you mine,” Yeager told me. His breathing was deep and quick. So was mine. I should have been disturbed by the idea of him taking me when I was but a girl, but I wasn’t. I honestly wished at that moment that he had.

“You should have. But that’s past. You can make up for lost time now,” I assured him. Yeager growled, an inhuman sound that made my blood boil. Yeager pulled his fingers from me and sucked my essence from them before he roughly parted my thighs and positioned himself between them. He seized my wrists and pinned them to the grass, his shaft positioned inches from me. “Do it!” I urged, needing him like this, raw, wild and unbridled, and Yeager obliged.

Yeager impaled me with his hardness, parting me with his girth and filling me with his considerable length. I gasped at the welcome intrusion and arched to accept Yeager fully. The look of utter satisfaction that crossed his face was echoed in my own. Yeager began to thrust, his need driving him. His hard body slammed into my soft figure over and over as the tension built within me. I found it hard to catch my breath as I climbed towards the peak of bliss.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” Yeager told me, his voice a gravelly rumble. Then I felt him grow inside of me.

“What’s happening,” I asked worriedly.

“I’m shifting,” he told me. I expected him to become a wolf but he didn’t. He did, however, snarl and show me his fangs as inside of me he grew and transformed. “Don’t be afraid, Cassie,” he urged as he thrust desperately.

“I’m not,” I replied as I flew past the edge and fell headlong into pleasure. I cried out as Yeager growled and he thrust into me like a wild animal. Hell, he was a wild animal. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as Yeager held me in place with his strong hands. “Oh fuck! Oh God! This is...fucking incredible,” I screamed as an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced before coursed through me.

Yeager stared into my eyes, his sharp fangs bared and his warm saliva dripping onto my breasts. I was beyond words, beyond reason. I screamed and shuddered, shrieked and shook with every powerful thrust. I wrapped my legs around Yeager pulling him deeper. I needed more. Then he bent and bit my breast but not with enough force to break the skin. Still, it sent waves of delicious pain radiating throughout me. Those mixed with the intolerable pleasure caused me to arch my back and my eyes to roll back in my head. I had little control as Yeager pinned me to the ground and had his way with me. He snarled and growled as he fucked me like an animal, did things to me with his inhuman manhood I’d never even imagined.