Your Man IS NOT My Mate

A dark grey wolf, running through the woods, feeling the wind as it ruffles my fur. That’s me, Stella, living in a moment of blissful happiness. My legs carry me to the brink of the river bank, my peaceful place of relaxation and thoughtful quietness. I love it here, my safe haven.

My paw stretches out to feel the warm water running by and I howl to the night sky before licking my paw. The water is refreshing and it’s the perfect temperature for a dip but I don’t feel like getting my fur all wet at this time because it’s always a hassle to dry it, yet, I don’t feel like returning to my human form, because as a wolf, I feel more like me, wild and free.

I lay down, leaving a paw dipped in the water, I like the warmth it provides on this chill night and before I know it, my eyes grow heavy and I drift off to sleep.

A rustling in the distance startles me and my eyes shoot open, angered. One thing I truly hate is having my sleep disturbed. I get up on all fours, scanning the surrounding environment until I catch a glance of moving bush. I stand ready to defend my turf that has never known another scent but mine and whatever is hiding doesn’t even have a strong wolf scent.

But as my eyes get a glimpse of what rustles the bush, I freeze. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking at, or how many of whatever it is I'm looking at. Yes, I see two glowing orbs and I might have been tempted to think that perhaps it was another wolf, yet our eyes usually glow gold, sometimes bloody red when angry, or for some special wolves, a silvery-white, but I was looking at none of those colors. Rather, one orb was purple and the other blue. Probably two one-eyed creatures, maybe aliens? My heart begins to thump loudly in my chest, my instincts telling me to run before I am abducted, but I can something be defiant and somehow my body chooses to make now one of those times.

I stand my ground, emitting a low growl of warning. My head is full of my human screaming, shouting at me to abort my mission, and rightfully so, that's her personality, always running, scared of life and new experiences. It is rear to be free when she's in control because she hardly listens to me, so why should I listen to her now?

I growl again, shutting her out and focusing on the supposed aliens still lurking behind the cover of the bush.

"Come out, you coward!" I growl, not that they'll know what I said if they don't speak wolf.

The bush shakes again and this time moves violently as if the creature or creatures have obeyed. But my jaw drops as the most magnificent silver fur beast makes its way into the clearing. His eyes hold mine captive and it feels like we have unknowingly commenced a staring competition. Who's going to blink first?

"You are not at all like what I expected." He comments in a calm tone and I find myself narrowing my eyes.

"Oh really? What were you expecting."

"I thought you were as sweet when awake as you are when asleep."

"You were watching me sleep?" My tone raised a semi-tone higher.

"How could I not, you are very pretty when you are."

"Have you never heard the saying, let sleeping dogs lie?" I growl becoming angered by his bold, yet flattering confession. "I. Hate. Being. Awoken." I punctuate each word with each step I took closer to him.

"Noted, princess." He slightly bows his head in respect with a smile.

Gosh, why did that make my heart flutter?

"How can I make it up to you?" He asks, closing the distance between us. Those eyes are fastened on me again, reaching deep into my soul, stirring unwanted feelings that I can’t control.

I’m angry with him, yet he’s making those emotions slip away so easily. He leans forward and rubs his cheek against mine. "Just tell me what you want." He whispers. "And I'll do it." He licks my neck and instinctively, I tilt my head to one side, providing him freer access. "Anything." He continues. There's this husky, butterfly-invoking feeling attached to his voice.

My defenses are weakening, but suddenly he pulls back. "Unless you’d rather me leave?"

All he did was step back and I’m already feeling bare, how could I possibly ask him to leave?

I shake my head being honest with him, as I stare into his mesmerizing eyes. “I’m intrigued to see how you’ll make it up to me.”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” he smiles.

He closes the space between us once again and my heart grows happy, then he licks my face before grooming me. Howls soon fill the air as he mounts my back and slowly inserts his penis into me and we become locked together, his penis swelling inside my vagina, which in turn constricts, producing a tight bond.

After about half of an hour, we are left panting, hot, and sweaty. He releases a howl of satisfaction before walking around and licking my face. “That was amazing” he smiles before licking my lips. “You are amazing.”