Wren's POV

I’m currently standing atop a dune’s crest, observing a man undressing without shame, one of the perks of having a pack constituted of 99 percent of men, I guess.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Seriously, just like that?
Kilian is hopping on one leg, grunting bestially or comically (both ways work), trying to remove his last foot from a possessive pair of jeans. A couple of “fucks” follows before those pants eventually fly in the air.
I can’t help laughing. “Your disarming sense of balance leaves me speechless.”
This wolf shoots me a gaze of death. “I’m on a slope and in the sand.”
“Yeah...” As I struggle in simpers, I try not to sound cruel. There are times, however, when the cutest things get the worst treatment. Kilian gets to have it all.
“Girl, what are you waiting for?”
Holy Moons of Dafnar... Even from this distance, Kilian’s attributes are all I can see—heavily geared.
“Taking my time...”
Kilian’s jaw drops a little as I chew my smirk.
He’s walking towards me, his bludgeon stiffening at every step he takes— it’s gradually pointing towards me. My estranged cheeks are on fire. Estranged because I decided to part ways with my nampy-bamby body of mine!
Take back the commands, woman!
Faking an interest in the world around me, I breathe out a heavy moan. It should counter this attack.
“Stop doing this,” Kilian grinds.
“Doing what.”
“This thing with your lip.”
I chuckle.
“You can’t do this to me,” He seals the distance between us, pressing his heated, flexing cock against my belly.
He’s hiding it! Adorable mutt.
“Hi, Alpha, going for a run?” Krin shouts from afar handing over a block of iron crystal to some fella. At Krin's feet, presumably a recently purchased box. I squint a little. By the looks of it, it's a black crate brimming with laser grenades. That Sand Rose wolf is a merchant that sure loves his rainmakers...
“Yes! There’s no better time of the day than right now!” And then there is this muttering as Kilian hides his embarrassed self in my neck. “I’m stuck.”
We both puff out sniggles against our intertwined necks, our lips laughing against each other’s skin.
I’m not done with him.
“Stop it,” he nags, brushing my hand away from his throbbing cock. It’s in a state it could ejaculate in one blow.
“We could go behind a dune?” Musing, I reach out for his hand and place it on one of my breasts, letting him know I meant it.
He smells my neck deeply before breathing warmth over it. “You’re in heat.”
My coil bends as that growl sounds inside me.
“Perhaps... You want to make something a little crazy, a little wild?” I tempt.
There’s a little laughter from him, and I can’t help but be drawn by it, my nose tip brushing against Kilian’s. “Baby Alpha, you and I...”
“With me?” he asks groggily, a funny scratch behind his head.
“Of course, with you!” I’m unsure we’re on the same page here.
“Me...” He rests his head in my hair, relaxing from my answer. Why? I will most probably never know. We fucked more than a couple of times, so I don’t get it.
His cock finally slides down my belly. Kilian is cooling down and, as he separates his perfect muscle-bound proportions from me, says, “We need to go now, Spades. Some important people are eager to meet you. Time to shift.”
“I-I—
“What is it?” With a thin line of lips brushing across his face, Kilian bobs his head. Boy is he patient—I would have already terminated myself many times by now.
“I can’t. Jinx, or any of my wolves... it’s not like I can control them.”
Kilian’s smile is one of an imp when he says, “Climb on me.”
“Wait—
Fuck, is that a beautiful wolf, the sunset bleeding pastel red on its fur.
Kneeling with one paw, Kilian awaits, his crimson gaze paralyzing me.
I let my feet lug me towards this beast of wonders, the breeze swirling the grains like gold dust.
Dreams are real...
My fingers enter the deep layers of his fur, and I exhale. It’s like no other softness.
I catch snapping teeth near my ankles, followed by an impatient growl.
“Alright, alright!”
