Yield [On Hold]

Yield [On Hold]

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The scent of autumn hangs heavily in the air. The wind sharpens to a crisp razor's edge. A fine mist begins to fall. My senses sharpen exponentially in preparation for the battle to come. Every drop seems to fall in slow motion. The grass feels soft and cold under my bare feet. Lips pulled back into a snarl he begins to circle me slowly. With careful calculated movements I keep him insight. If he can get behind me it will all be over. The large wolf with fur the shade of blue steel deliberately closes in. Large muscles ripple tensely under his coat knotted and ready. "Wait for it," my inner beasts growls, "He will not find me as submissive as the whores he surrounds himself with." Growls as deep and massive as rolling thunder fill the air. It won't be long now.
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Colby presses his hands against my waist trying to keep me from lifting off the bed in pleasure. "Scince you're my mate now if anyone looks at, touches, smells, or anything to you I'll rip them apart. His lips crashed with mine his tounge begging for entrance. I wouldn't let him. His wolf growled at me. He bit a little on my lip and I gasped. Colby took it as his chance to slip his tounge in my mouth. "Stop..", I moaned as he slid his hand up my shirt. "I'm not done with you.", he pecked my lips before leaving.

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