Her Man Beast

chapter 4

Quinn's POV.

I couldn't get passed the heaviness that settled in my heart which I was sure was slowly growing cold. The nearer I got to her, the more I felt our unestablished bond, the more I grew unsure that I could actually go through with this. Doing what was right, doing what I thought was selfless, anything to protect her and have her faraway from this world. It was simply no place for a human.

I became too emotional to remain in natural form, so I shifted along the way, cutting through the woods to a path I was sure would get me faster to her location.

I ran fast, faster than I've ever had to. It wasn't that I was too eager to get this over with, but the more time that passed since the bond was brought alive, the harder it will push us to mate, the harder it will be to reject her.

My heat ached so much just thinking about it, but I ignored it. The cabin Amy talked about became clear in sight, and I slowed my pace to an hesitant trot. This was hard, this was very hard. My wolf sobbed in my head, making me grit my teeth so as not to succumb to the same emotions. I needed to be strong for both of us.

Our wolves felt everything more, it was much more heightened for them. They were feral creatures, instinct driven, this side of me was fighting my instinct to go mate with my mate, and it was painful beyond words.

The scent around her cabin was that of natural earth and greens and another thing that had me pausing in my steps. Deliberately, I sniffed the air, the whole of me tensed, suddenly, and my furs suddenly grew erect in a show of male dominance, meant to attract.

Because the other scent emanating from inside that little cabin was that of her arousal. Her sweet smelling arousal, oh my God. I was suddenly lost.

Was this woman crazy? No, was I crazy? The scent of her arousal was enough to send me into a frenzy, my thoughts became jumbled, every part of my pores oozed out testosterone, my body was more than ready to be with my mate.

Hell!

I came here to reject her, but instead got wrapped up in the scent of her arousal, and now I can't move.

I can't move forward for fear of another need that had taking priority, if I mated with my mate now, then that was it, there was no going back from that. If I turned around now, - an action I was sure would take all of my strengths - doing this another time would be next to impossible. The bond was freakishly strong. I mean I knew nothing of her, not even her name, other than the fact that she was beautiful, and had lovely curved breasts that I really shouldn't be thinking about, yet I loved her this much.

I breathed, but that was a mistake, the scent of her arousal grew stronger, I gulped, this was painfully hard. What was she thinking of that drove her into this mood of ecstasy? Who was on her mind right now as she touched herself? Me? Hell! Another man?

I growled at the thought. The need to go in, to make sure that I was the one who dominated her thoughts this much, that I was the model of her imagination right now. But I held back, and honest to God, it was hard. So freaking hard.

"Agh!!" I cried out, glaring at the moon as I did. This crazy bitch, I thought.

"This is fate Quinn. You can't fight it. You can't fight destiny."

Amy's words came back to haunt me. But I can't just do nothing, my wolf whimpered. I couldn't go in there to do what I thought was best, I knew I wouldn't make it. But I couldn't leave either, it was too hard to leave. Every part of me wanted to get in there, show her how touching herself paled in comparison to a real mans touch. To my touch.

Raising my snort, I howled my outrage to the moon.

I shifted back, my normal skin was moist with sweat, and the condition my manhood was in glared back at me. Wide eyed, I threw a pleading glance at her cabin, before I started walking towards it.

Soon enough, the sound of her moans was heard, the sound was the definition of pure erotica, it could be my downfall if I didn't get it out of my head soon as it turned me on harder than anything before. I groaned, this was hard, I was hard. So fucking hard.

Suddenly the distance between us felt too long, I broke into a run, within a second I was on her porch, in front of her door.

I raised my hand to knock at the closed door, but my eyes fell on my huge erection. My mate was human, if she suddenly opened the door to a naked man with a big bulge, mate or not, she'd be freaked, I didn't want to do that to her.

Rethinking my situation, I tried to look for a better solution, there were no clothes nearby to remedy my situation.

I rubbed my face against my palm, at the same time trying to clear my lust induced thoughts, but the task was daunting.

What do I do now? "What do I do now?" My hands went into my hair, ruffling it.

My head grew heavy as I imagined her touching herself. She had pretty lips, thin and innocent looking, I imagined as those lips curled wickedly to match the sound of her sinful moans. I imagined her beautiful blue eyes pin me, as if I was in the room with her, I imagined those eyes tease me, I imagined her tongue sticking out ever so slightly also teasing me, beckoning to me and yet putting me in my place. I imagined her sinful body, she had dressed moderately earlier, now I allowed my self to undress her a thousand times over, to reveal the perfect curves she hid, to reveal her sex, as she touched herself there, her beautiful body glistening with perspiration as she panted fast beneath her own touch, her canal desires still unsatisfied, because no touch will feel as good as mine, no touch.

I don't know for how long I stayed that way, just standing outside her door, gloriously naked with a hard on, listening to her addictive moans, breathing in her intoxicating scent and arousal, but after a while, a long while that felt like eternity, she was done. I heard her scream out her release, and it took every fucking mental will I could summon to not go inside the house, even if I had to break it.

The aftermath of her recent activity left her panting for a while. I could hear her make little movements in the room, and I wondered what she was doing.

I remained still.

A while later, she stopped moving about, it was after I was sure she had just showered. I heard her contently sigh and I had no idea why, but that warmed my heart and calmed down my burning veins.

Yet, I remained still.

It wasn't long when I heard her snoring. Huh? She had fallen asleep? Oh! I listened to her sleep peacefully for a while, allowing the sound of her peaceful and slow breathing calm me down.

It was until then that I finally moved. I walked around the little cabin, to where the sounds of her snore was louder, her room. I couldn't see anything inside, only darkness as I peaked in through the window.

I heaved a deep smile at the deep longing that eat away at my heart. "Good night, mate." I muttered softly, but the damage was done.

I had accepted the bond.

Unknowingly, I had accepted it. I felt it grow stronger in my heart, felt it pull me closer to her, make me love her more. Make me want her more, make me long for her more.

I sighed, before once again staring at the pale moon. "You manipulative bitch." I muttered under my breath, and I could swear, I could fucking swear I saw the pale moon smile.

A/n

Ha, this is a very short chapter, I know. I'm sorry for it, but I needed the next chapter to be separate from  this.

So, what do you think? Not what you expected right?

And the moon smiled at him, hell! The moon goddess is very manipulative ain't she?

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Alright, bye for now, anticipate the next chapter coming up very soon.

Peace.

Faruq.