“I want you to strip,” Rygan says to Elise. She looked at him like he’d grown another pair of monster heads, her thoughts too frozen to form a sentence as her eyes blinked rapidly.
“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am,” he replied. “This is how I train, and we will be spending hours, if not days, until your shift is successful, and I know you can do it, little wolf,” he said to her.
She watched as he took off his underwear. She forced herself to look at anything other than his bare and hung member. “Moons have mercy on me; I'm not strong for this,” Elise muttered to herself. She forced herself to focus back on his torso.
Elise contemplated how many seconds it would take for him to catch her if she tried running away from him and giving up on shifting, but as annoying as Rygan was, he was one tempting hell of a beast to admire.
“Or are you afraid of a little skin, little wolf?” He teased Elise; she knew he was trying to play with her mind and tried hard not to react to it.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steel her nerves. As she opened them, Rygan’s teasing face slowly turned into one filled with surprise when he saw her reach for her shirt button. “Not a chance,” she retorted.
Elise reached for her shoes, taking them off, and down to her pants, her milky legs left bare. Rygan had to take a step back; he didn’t know why, even though it felt like a very stupid move because, in reality, there was nothing that couldn’t hold him back from her.
But it still felt like he was holding on to his sanity as she watched Elise take a breath. Her hands reached her buttons, opening them fast as she dumped them with her other pile of clothes.
Now she was left with lacy silk undergarments, their thin, light pink straps almost the same shade as her blushing skin. If this was a challenge, she would have beaten him and won. A small smirk appeared on Rygan’s lips.
One filled with a smug expression, yet his eyes honed with pride and respect for her, daringly accepting his challenge and not backing down.
A chilly wind passed them, making Elise's skin shudder in plight. It caused her nipples to harden; normally she wouldn't be so conscious of what she was wearing, but right now she was almost naked with the lace protecting her body.
The wind blew on her hair, which she quickly tucked back. Rygan studied her, lost in a trace of her beauty marks. From her freckled, studded face, it was more like fine stardust sprinkled on her beautiful, level skin, a perfect contrast to her deep red hair and icy blue eyes.
Elise leaned from one leg to another; her eyes could read the challenge in Rygan’s as her eyes rolled. “Oh, fuck it,” she muttered, reaching for her bra and taking it off with her pants.
Her full lips bitten and wet by the cold, she had to scold her wolf from trashing and whining to the surface, disturbing her to get closer.
Rygan, on the other hand, could barely breathe—not even a whisper of his breath against the slow wind. His eyes raked over her bare skin, as Elise was fully naked. A full meal he could savor for eternity, he gulped in the air at the sight of her body.
He’d done this multiple times with a hundred wolves he helped shift, but one never had a hold on him like this before. Not like Elise did.
He tried to concentrate on her face, but, damn, it was so hard. His eyes watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. With long, wavy hair that arched like a red waterfall over her chest and shielded her nipples, his gaze trailed lower to the flat expanse of her stomach. Rygan had to visibly bite his tongue, almost drawing blood, to stop himself from going further down.
“So what do we do now?” She calmed with a blush on her cheeks, watching Rygan, who had to clear his throat before he spoke.
“I’ll have to walk closer to you; is that alright, El?” He asked quietly. Anytime their gazes locked, Elise felt like her core was on fire.
“Yeah,” she nodded, calming her fast-beating heart for whatever experiment he had planned.
“We black moon wolves have always been servants to the moon; it brings our strength and powers, and it gives us a choice either to lean into our controlled minds or to our wolves,” he explained.
“You took the other option when you were attacked, and it almost locked you in forever. You weren’t conscious of what happened; your wolf was making all the decisions for you,” he continued.
“I was afraid and alone; I didn’t know I had that choice, nor did I have enough time to, and I killed people, and I almost took innocent lives too when I reached a human village,” Elise recalled. The memory of being in the dark made her queasy with sick feelings.
Her guts churned, and a wave of embarrassment took over her. She aligned her vision with the ground and then looked up at Rygan.
Instead, she saw that he was now a few feet closer to her; she felt his thumb and index finger rest on her chin, pulling her face up until their gazes met. Making her heart pound with just his touch.
“You did good, but you can do better; that's why I’m here,” he said calmly.
“Teach me, so I don’t have to hurt people by mistake again, so I can be strong for myself and finally have that connection with my wolf.”
“As you wish,” he muttered. Elise felt like it was an eternity as their gazes held each other. Rygan’s alpha eyes shone a ruby red, and from his pupils, she could see her eyes react with a flickering violet glow.
For a moment, Elise felt like the ground beneath their feet had become lighter; she felt like she was in a trance-like state. “What happened?” She muttered to him.
“My alpha just connected to your wolf and called it out; it is something that only I can do; I’m searching for her... for you,” he explained.
“How? I don’t understand—augh,” she hissed. She felt a buzzing warmth all over her body as she looked up at Rygan. She saw his magnificent, fiery-red orbs staring down at her.
“There you are, perfect,” he whispered, looking back at Elise’s eyes, which turned violent, a peculiar yet magnificent color he’d never seen on a wolf but that made this special part of her so beautiful.
“Why do I feel so warm, like something is crawling underneath my skin, burning to come out?” she muttered.
“That is your wolf, thrashing to come out; you must control it; you must see to it that she is balanced; and then take the lead,” he called with authority. “Feel what she wants.”
Elise felt her wolf pushing her closer to Rygan; his scent was more amplified than usual, and it drove her wolf mad. It confused
her and made Elise pull away.
"I can't do it,” she said to Rygan, their gazes meeting, and she took a step back. ”It’s my wolf and your scent; she is getting confused by you, or whatever this is, and you,” she said, pointing a hand between them.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe; her senses were being filled by his pheromones. “..it’s making her want—crave more.”
There was a beat of silence before Rygan spoke. “Then give her what she wants; if she is apprehensive or scared of me, or wants something we don’t know yet, we’ll figure it out,” he said, stretching a hand out to her.
“And I’ll stand still, no strings attached,” he muttered. “So come,” he insisted, and Elise took his hands, tracing the veins and roguish feel of his flesh against hers. Her wolf liked it. It wanted more of him. It wanted to feel him.
With a little skepticism, she took his hands and pulled them to her face, her nose gliding by his wrist as she dipped closer for his scent, his pheromones centering her. Her wolf was whining and preening.
Rygan never knew how much restraint he could ever hold before—never until this moment that he watched and felt Elise's lips and scent everywhere. Fuck, It was driving him mad.
He watched as she leaned more forward, climbing on her tippy toes. He felt her soft, perky breast meshed to his chest, and that aching desire spread all over as she felt her touch. His member twitched in answer to her touch.
Her nose moved to his neck, taking a longer, deeper whiff of his scent, and his hands instinctively moved to hold her waist. “Careful, little wolf,” he warned, holding on to the end rope of his sanity.
"Alpha,” she muttered, pushing until their breaths were heated and only their breaths were heard through the silent woods.
“Tell me what you want.” He asked darkly. His resolve was walking on a thin thread; he only waited for her permission until Elise would say yes before he would unleash himself on her.
Before he’d ravish her whole. He already imagined what he’d do; he swallowed back a breath to the image of lying her on the front porch and licking her sex till she cums. He'd thrust into her and fill her hole with his seed.
His restraint tugged at him like a madman as she waited for one answer. “Tell me, little wolf,” he whispered against her lips.He couldn’t resist any longer.
He needed an answer now.