The mate play shifted without warning.
One moment they were running, two wolves threading through moonlit trees. The next, Xeon cut her off at the edge of a clearing.
He was done chasing.
Aurelia turned to face him, sides heaving.
Xeon pressed his body along hers, his chest vibrating with a deep, possessive rumble. He dragged his muzzle along the length of her neck, slow, claiming every inch of her with his scent. His teeth grazed her scruff and closed, holding her in place with firm pressure.
Aurelia’s body went rigid, then softened by degrees, muscle by muscle, until she was pressed into him.
He mounted her, and his forepaws locked around her midsection. Then his teeth punched through the skin in her scruff, and his venom started to surge in her.
There was nothing tentative about it. He drove into her and a sound tore from his chest that was half growl, half something far more desperate. Every thrust was claiming. Every thrust said mine.
Aurelia’s claws dug into the earth. A whimper escaped her that carried through the forest.
Xeon’s pace was relentless, primal, driven by an instinct older than language. His jaws tightened on her scruff, holding her exactly where he wanted her, and Aurelia let him. Then the pleasure turned into something else, taking her over the edge.
Xeon followed. His entire body locked, a roar ripping through him, even with his mouth clamped down on her neck. He held her through it, refusing to release or let go, his hips still moving in shallow, possessive pulses as the last of it tore through them both.
He released her scruff at last, and his tongue dragged across the spot his teeth had held. He nuzzled into the curve of her neck, and the rumble in his chest was no longer possessive. It was reverent.
Aurelia turned her head and pressed her nose to his. Golden eyes met golden eyes.
She was trembling, but it was not from cold or exhaustion. She lay down, and Xeon curled around her immediately, his massive frame encircling hers, chin resting on her back.
Her tail wagged once. Twice. Her eyes closed slowly, venom already running its course.
Then she was still, and the forest settled around them.
✦✦✦
Xeon woke still curled around Aurelia, his muzzle resting in the soft hollow between her shoulder blades.
His ears twitched. Every soft, sleeping thing in him went sharp at the edges.
Paws. Multiple sets of them, moving fast through the underbrush a half mile out.
Fin’s awareness snapped into place beside the wolf’s.
Fin: Ten maybe eleven. Coming in from the northeast ridge.
Xeon’s gaze dropped to Aurelia who was still sleeping against him. Her fur glowed and would be a beacon from a mile out.
Xeon: We need her to change back. No white wolf.
Fin: Agreed.
Xeon: You are able to mindlink her now.
Fin: You mated with her wolf.
Xeon: Take notes. You’re welcome.
Fin’s silence had the specific weight of wanting to argue but unable to, because the result spoke for itself.
Fin: Serena?
Nothing answered him. The space where her thoughts should have brushed against his stayed quiet and far away.
Xeon nudged Aurelia gently with the cold tip of his nose, once along her jaw and then again at the soft fur behind her ear.
She didn’t stir.
Fin shifted to human form, and tried again.
"Serena, baby. Wake up."
The running paws in the distance were closer now, close enough that Xeon could pick out the wet, ragged breathing of wolves who had been pushed hard and fed poorly.
Xeon: Aurelia. Shift. Now.
White light flashed across the clearing.
He shifted back into the long, lean shape of his man between one breath and the next, dropping into a crouch beside Serena and gathering her up against his chest.
Her eyes opened slowly.
Fin: Since when can you do that?
Xeon: Since now. Mate needs rest. I didn’t realize she was this bad.
Fin: I didn’t either.
She opened her eyes slowly, and blinked a few times.

Fin: Serena. Now.


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