Running Wild
Wolf!Garreth x F!MC
NSFW 🔞 8.3k words
Garreth Weasley is a shape shifting wolf. This fic was inspired by some gorgeous Garreth artwork by @written-in-cheese , and she has generously completed some special artwork for this one-shot piece.
Tags: smut, wolf shifting, possessiveness, claiming, NSFW artwork, arranged marriages, slight breeding kink, pregnancy, alpha males.
NSFW artwork has been censored. For the full uncensored version - click here
Wolf Garreth Artwork by @written-in-cheese
Fic under the cut
The wagon dipped and rolled as it made the journey through the city, the steady clop of hooves a relentless patter that aided the motion in making her drowsy. Leaning her head against the frame of the window, MC watched the bustling street scenes pass her by, the city still alive with people even in the late evening glow.
The air clung to late summer warmth, the sky shot through with glorious pinks and golds as the sun kissed the horizon. MC pressed her fingertips to the glass, her eyes longing to see the spectacle of the sunset instead of such beauty being blocked out by row upon row of grand buildings. With only glimpses of beautiful sky to admire, she felt the deep longing in her heart pull with an aching sharpness.
A longing to see the familiar open skies of home.
Her fingers drifted to the fine cord that hung about her neck, the delicate adornment disappearing into the neckline of her dress. Such sumptuous silk and lace to be dressed in, a garment worthy of any fine lady, and yet she detested the trappings of such finery. Absently, she allowed her fingers to trail over the trinket concealed beneath her bodice, hidden from disapproving eyes and yet always close to her heart.
“You look rather pensive, my dear. Are you quite alright?”
MC pulled her gaze from teasing glimpses of big skies and looked upon her companions seated opposite her in the carriage. The Harringtons were purest of blood and very high society, their matriarch, and formidable social queen, was seated directly opposite, her cool, assessing eyes fixed on MC.
“I am quite well,” MC assured Mrs Harrington, her hand lingering against her chest, reluctant to lose the feel of the trinket beneath her touch.
Mrs Harrington stared down her hawk nose with a look that suggested she was not fooled.
“All eyes were on you tonight, sweet child,” Mrs Harrington said smugly, lips pursed with determined confidence.
She was a woman used to being obeyed and didn't expect anything less this evening. “The summer is not over yet. There is still plenty of time to announce an engagement. Perhaps, after this evening, we will see you finally agree to such a suitable match.”
MC bit back her groan of disgust. The talk of engagements and marriage was a topic that she found tedious and pointless. She was not interested, despite being sent to the city for the season with the hopes of securing a match.
Not her hopes. She flatly insisted on reminding people. It was her brother who was hoping to settle her into a good marriage. It didn't matter whom, as long as he was pure blood and decent enough to take her on.
It had been a long and tiresome summer, and MC longed to escape the confines of these horrid dresses and city streets, tied to these insufferable pure bloods with their grand homes and fancy parties. The social networking she had been forced to endure set her teeth on edge, and she was surprised she had any left to grind.
“Oh, leave her be, grandmother. It has been an enjoyable evening. Let's not spoil it now.”
MC swung her gaze towards the young Master Harrington, his golden hair swept neatly to one side, his pale eyes twinkling as he winked at her across the carriage. Seated beside his grandmother, dressed in only the finest suit and silk waistcoat, Corbin Harrington was quite the dashing young man.
Highly eligible, and yet still on the marriage market, as dear grandmother had grand designs on securing MC as his fiance. With her family name and purest of blood, she was quite the catch. Set to inherit a small fortune when she reached the grand age of 21, an inheritance due to her from her deceased parents, she was highly eligible.
All summer, she had been plagued by so many letters of interest from London's high society, but it was the Harrington's who had dominated her time. So far, she had resisted their offer of young Corbin's hand, claiming she needed to be absolutely sure of her choice given the lack of parental advice.
She only had her dear aunt to call on, and Gemma was nestled deep in the Scottish Highlands, so far removed from high city living that poor, old Mrs Harrington would likely have a fit if she came face to face with her.
The very thought of it made MC want to smirk. Aunt Gemma was a rare one, a very special woman who held MC’s heart firmly in her hands. The longing to return to the loving arms and cosy cottage of her one living adult relative filled her up until her eyes were glazing with unshed tears.
Giving Corbin a thankful smile for at least trying to get his grandmother off her back, MC pressed her fingers more firmly against her chest, feeling out the shape of the trinket hidden beneath her bodice.
She dared not even risk Mrs Harrington getting her watchful eyes on it, the charm likely to cause a scandal, and the old crone would likely demand its instant removal. MC would never do such a thing. She never took it off, not even in bed. In fact, she held it firmly in her grasp as she settled beneath expensive cotton sheets.
It was a gift. A rare and very special gift. Given to her by someone who was worth more than any glittering jewellery or elaborate silk gown.
Her fingers deftly felt out the shape of the trinket, a long fang tooth worn smooth from touch, a lucky charm, and a symbol of protection from one who had offered it out of deep affection.
Not only scandalous to the social elite, but forbidden to be given to a mere human. He had broken the rule for her, as they had broken many other rules set down by his kind. It was their secret, a secret she cherished, and another reason why marriage was the last thing on her wish list.
Beneath her fine silk and lace, laying snug against her skin, was the tooth of a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a shape shifting wolf. Not just a myth, or a children's bedtime story, wolves who shifted into the shapes of men lived and walked the forests of the world.
And MC had managed to get close to one of them.
As the carriage came to a stop before the gates of the Harrington home, she pressed her fingers to the wolf tooth and longed for big skies, shadowed forests, and the warm glow of a wolf's gaze.
….*....
“Will you walk with me?”
Corbin offered his arm, his smile quite lovely as he leaned slightly in her direction. There was still enough daylight to see, the golden glow of the evening's last rays glinting off his fair hair. In another life, perhaps she would have fallen for him. He was very handsome, and he was also charming.
The passing of the summer had been made more bearable by his presence, a rare gem in the nest of Harrington that exuded warmth and friendliness. Whomever it was that managed to claim his hand in marriage would be a lucky witch indeed. MC could only hope that he was matched with one as equally lovely.
Old Mrs Harrington watched as MC took Corbin’s offered arm, her lips pursed in cool approval as the couple turned to make their way towards the pretty garden of the London house, MC’s skirts swishing softly against the paved walkway.
“Don’t mind my Grandmother,” he said with a soft smile. “Underneath all that blue blood exterior, she is not so bad.”
MC returned his smile, hearing words he had repeated so often over the last few weeks. As lovely as he was, he was still one of them, his hopes pinned on her acceptance of their offer. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her, the gentle but appropriate touches he placed on her body, the soft yearning that would cross his face at times when they were alone.
She was no stranger to the look of desire in a man’s eyes, she was not so naive as to not recognise it, no matter how differently it was dressed up in this young gentleman beside her. Whilst flattered and endeared by his fondness for her, Corbin did not make her blood sing, nor make her skin crave his touch.
MC knew she craved more than a piece of paper that bound her to a man, exchanging rings as a symbol of a forever pretending that this was what you wanted. It sounded like a lonely existence, and it went against everything that she held close to her heart. Freedom, love, a love that was boundless and all-encompassing.
As they walked through the sweet smelling beds of roses, she looked to the sky, the cloying thickness of the scent almost as suffocating as the smoggy city centre. Again, she thought of clear sky and mountain breezes. Here, she couldn’t see the rising moon, and there was no long and mournful howls to split the night at the sight of it.
“You often look to the skies, MC,” Corbin said, looking up at the twilight hue himself. “What is it that draws your gaze that way?”
“I long for my home, away from the city,” she replied honestly. “I miss the freedom of the wilds and the clearer air. I wonder how one does not wilt away forced to live here all the time. I find myself striving for every breath, every day a battle.”
A flicker of sadness crossed his gaze, and he paused near a neatly trimmed hedgerow. “Have you not enjoyed your time with us?”
Meeting his gaze, she could see the hope, a dancing flame that she could not kindle in return, but she smiled and placed her hand over his briefly. A chaste touch that was not meant to inspire.
“The company has been favourable, Corbin. You have been a most gracious host. However, the city is not my home, and it never will be. I don’t feel like myself here.”
Her fingers drifted towards her necklace, grazing against the silk that hid the tooth pendant. Images of dappled sunlight through trees, rushing streams, and cool air on her bare flesh rushed through her thoughts. Memories of the glow in emerald eyes filled with wanton fire made her fingers press more urgently, the tooth imprinting into the flesh of her chest.
Corbin looked thoughtful, and he nodded slightly, his face becoming grave. “Your heart already belongs to another, doesn’t it?”
A soft gasp left her lips, and she lifted her eyes to his, startled and caught off guard. “I’m sorry?”
“As much as I wish it to be different, I have suspected for some time that you have a love somewhere waiting for you,” he said, a sad acceptance drifting over his face. He gestured to her hand pressed tightly against her bodice.
“Whatever trinket you wear every day means something to you. Whenever marriage or talk of affections is brought up, you touch it. The faraway look in your eyes when you gaze at the sky brings the loveliest smile to your lips, and your hand will be seeking out whatever it is you keep hidden. I am not a fool, and neither am I an ogre. It is why I always try to stop my grandmother from pushing you so hard. I know you do not wish to accept the offer of my hand, for you love another, and I suspect he is waiting for your return. You are here for a sister’s duty, nothing more.”
Hastily removing her hand from the tooth concealed beneath her dress, MC felt the faint warmth of a blush stain her cheeks as she tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. How dangerously close to the mark he had struck with his words. It made her heart pound as she wondered who else had noticed and suspected.
“It is merely a reminder of home,” she said quickly, waving his words away like parlour smoke. “It brings me comfort when the home sickness rears its head.”
She made a step forward along the path, but he halted her, stealing her breath as his warm palm cupped her burning cheek. His eyes were so very close as he studied her and she found that she could not look away. For the first time, she almost felt a tiny ripple of reaction at his closeness, but it was faint, warmth rather than fire. Affection rather than an inferno of desperate need.
“Your secret is safe with me, whatever it may be. You do not even have to tell me the truth of it. Just…” He hesitated, biting his lip, that hope flaring in the depths of his eyes again. “Is there any chance? If I were to turn a blind eye… would you take my hand?”
“Corbin!” She gasped, putting her hand against his. “Please don’t say that. You are a wonderful gentleman, a pure heart who deserves so much more than this. You deserve to marry a girl who can give all of herself to you. I would not hurt you in such a way. I couldn’t.”
His lips trembled, and he looked downwards. “Then you must feel for him deeply,” he said. He took a steadying breath. “You should return to him. Don’t linger here where you are unhappy.”
“If only it were that easy,” she whispered, gently removing his hand from her face.
Whilst she did have someone waiting back home, he too was caught up in the rules of his own society. They had made no promises to each other, and one day, she may need to say goodbye to him. The thought tore at her, and she swallowed it down.
“It is that easy,” Corbin said, straightening. “Go, tonight. I will cover for you, and you can be back in Scotland before dawn. Take the Floo in my father’s office. I will let you in.”
“Why would you do this for me?”
“Because I would rather know that your face is graced with that lovely smile than stand to see you stuck here, wilting under the bonds of a marriage you would grow to hate,” he said, ducking his gaze and swallowing hard. “I would never forgive myself.”
Releasing a shaky breath, she touched her fingers to her necklace, her heart pounding at the thought of being home by the dawn, and of running through the trees towards freedom and fire. Looking at Corbin in his fine suit, she could not ever imagine him doing such a thing, but his words and offer tonight had opened her eyes to the man within. He truly was one of life’s rare humans. She stepped towards him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, moved by his words, and still processing what they meant.
It was a refusal of his proposal and an offer to run back to where her heart desired to be.
Unable to find the words, she threw her arms around him. Blast the etiquette and stuffy social rules, she held him tightly, fingers clutching at the back of his suit coat as she breathlessly whispered her thank you to him. He had stiffened at the impact of her body against his at first, but then his arms came around her, and he held her to him, burying his face into her neck with a soft sigh.
“Just be happy, MC,” he said, hand gently stroking the small of her back. “And you know where to find me should you change your mind.”
As lovely as he was, she doubted she would step foot in London ever again.
….*....
The air was cooler and wonderfully refreshing as MC breathed deeply, closing her eyes and letting the trappings of city living drift away on the mountain breeze. Opening her eyes to the dawn, the sky was huge, inviting, and anticipation tingled over her skin as she gazed at the setting moon. Touching her fingers to the wolf tooth, she smiled, the distant mountains of the Highlands still free of snow, but the tell tale bite of autumn was already touching at the breeze this far north. She was ready for it.
Boots crunching against the wilderness trail, she enjoyed the freedom of her short trousers and woollen socks, her stride confident and loose rather than demure and ladylike under frivolous skirts. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back, lifting in the breeze, free from the confines of bobby pins and floral clips. She felt like herself, and her smile said it all.
At her arrival before the first hint of dawn, Aunt Gemma had been sitting in her rocking chair by the fire, a steaming brew in her hands. She had smiled, unsurprised at her niece’s arrival, merely nodding towards the teapot on the well scrubbed kitchen table. “There’s tea in the pot, my love,” she had said.
Fed, and still feeling the warmth of a welcoming hug, MC had left the cottage with only one thought in her mind. Her aunt never questioned where she was going. She didn’t need to. Her aunt was wise in ways other people didn’t understand, and she had never tried to stop MC from following the wolves into the forest.
The pack were a close-knit community, preferring their own kind most of the time, but they strayed into the hamlets now and again in their human forms. Here, in the wilds, it was still relatively safe for them to do so, but in the urban sprawl that was booming in the south, more and more wolves were falling prey to hands that didn’t understand. They were seen as dangerous beasts, dark and feral, unsafe.
Whilst they were, indeed, dangerous, they were not violent unless the need arose. They would defend their packs to the death, and would not any soul do the same for their family?
The edge of the forest loomed before her, and MC took one last long look at the open sky before she plunged under the canopy, a feeling of home seeping deep into her bones.
Further, she went through the ancient trees, following paths she had traversed many times in her life, winding her way through the gloom towards the lake. A low mist clung to the forest floor, and creatures scuttled here and there. She had her wand and her wits, and she did not fear the shadows as she carefully touched her hands to wizened old bark, brushing up against branches and rubbing her fingers against leaves. She was marking her scent.
A rustle sounded through the canopy, boughs creaking and groaning like a wave through the gloom as the breeze wound its way through ancient oaks and birch. MC paused in her step, inhaling the damp scent of wood and dirt, ruffling her loose hair as the breeze teased at it, carrying her scent onwards through the forest. Her smile danced on her lips as she ran her hand across yet another trunk, the bark rough under her soft fingers as she took a split in the trail that led upwards.
Whilst their meeting place was always the same, she needed her scent to carry in order to alert him to her presence. She had been gone for weeks, too long, and she hoped he hadn’t forgotten her, or worse, moved on elsewhere. As the distant bubbling rush of a stream reached her ears, she knew she was close, her eyes searching out through the undergrowth as great rocks began to rise out of the gloom up ahead. The path twisted and turned, the rocks becoming more frequent the higher the trail led, and all the while, MC touched trees and shook out her hair.
As the trees thinned out a little, blue sky broke through the canopy, lighting her way and giving her better visibility as she scoped out the huge juts of rock ahead, the ridges and ledges empty. No sign of beast or bird, and yet she could hear the twitters and chirps of morning birdsong through the trees. Humming a light tune, MC came before a break in the rocks, the path leading through it towards the beautiful clearing on the other side. She had missed this place, images of it drifting through her dreams that left her waking up with deep longing, the secluded privacy of the lake was special in more ways than one.
Pausing on the path, she stared at the opening in the rocks, a smile lingering on her lips as she imagined walking through it, but she didn't. Not yet. First, she took the smaller trail that led around the huge crags of rock, her eyes constantly checking, her ears keen for the familiar sound of approaching steps.
The sunlight was beginning to warm the rock faces, the plants, and shrubs coming alive under the glow of the rays after their night time slumber. MC tucked her hair behind her ear and paused as a shiver ran up her spine, that hair raising feeling of eyes was watching, making her turn slowly on her heels, and she looked up.
There, on a rocky outcrop, stood a wolf. The beast was huge, its copper fur tinged with flecks of white that blended with deeper, more golden tones as it fed down to its chest. The coat was thick and shaggy, curling in places, with scruffy tufts sticking up at the back of its neck. Standing stock still, unblinking emerald eyes watched her, the orbs glittering in the morning sunlight with a predator’s gleam.
Wolf and girl stared at each other for what felt like endless moments before she smiled, her heart lifting as she felt that familiar buzz of excitement that came from being within his vicinity.
The wolf’s eyes were deep emerald green, flecked with gold that shimmered and shifted, a depth to them that pulled you in. One look at him confirmed his beast nature, but if you were to look deeper into those eyes, really paid attention to the beast within, then you would know that there was a lot more to this canine than appeared at first glance. There was intelligence, a warmth that transcended that of a common wolf, and if you knew the soul within, you would find empathy and a gentleness that belied the fearsome jaws and limbs.
That was the wolf she saw. He had caught her scent, and he had come. Now, it was time to play. Now, it was time to run.
Breaking into a sprint, MC turned and ran back the way she had come, boots thudding against the packed dirt of the trail as she headed for the gap in the rocks. She heard the scatter of loose stone as the wolf gave immediate chase, leaping from the rocks to spring along the trail after her. With a heart thudding at double time, she didn’t dare look back, knowing he would be gaining on her with his lithe speed.
The snap of a branch pierced the air, a flock of birds took off from their perch and all the while, she could hear the thud of great paws bounding after her as she sped towards the gap in the rock, her hair flying outwards in a shimmering wave under the sunlight.
A breathless giggle escaped her lips as she entered the clearing, the stunning clear lake a masterpiece of nature glittering like glass in the morning light. Gnarled old trees and huge rushes surrounded it, a winding path leading the way around the pebbled shore as she pushed her legs to run faster, great paws sliding across shingle as the chase continued.
He was the hunter, and she was his prey.
The sunlight almost blinded her eyes as she headed for a sheer face of white rock, boots scrambling for purchase until she hit bare stone, finally spinning herself around to face her pursuer, breathless and flushed as she backed up against the dead end. Her hands felt out behind her, connecting with cool stone as she met the gaze of the wolf. Trapped in the secluded nook of stone, the lake and forest spread out before her. She felt no fear as she stared into predatory green eyes, only a tremble of expectation.
The wolf had slowed, his paws graceful and deliberate as he stalked towards her, pausing before the stone plateau. Larger than a standard forest wolf, his head was almost level with hers as they locked gazes. She knew better than to lower her eyes, maintaining that contact with him meant she kept a semblance of control. It was a power play, a game more than anything, because they both knew that he could pounce and pin her down in an instant.
The breeze ruffled his shimmering coat, fur that she knew would be soft and thick under her fingers, the powerful body beneath it running hot, with thick cords of muscle stronger than most. An apex predator wrapped up in a fluffy, golden coat.
Her pulse was fluttering like a wild thing in her throat. Her eyes were wide, and she could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she pulled oxygen into starved lungs. It wasn’t just the run that made her breathless. It was being in his presence. Standing this close to him made her body sing with fire. It always had done.
He lifted his head, his eyes blinking as his nose snuffled delicately at the air, his jaw opening to reveal huge white teeth that made her shiver, the pale pink of his tongue panting gently as he appeared to brace himself. MC held her breath, her gaze never leaving him as the air around them whooshed inwards like a vacuum, her vision becoming a blur as he shifted and twisted before her until the wolf was gone.
Instead, there stood before her a tall, naked man, lithe and strong with freckled skin, his hands large but blessed with long, graceful fingers. His head was a mass of golden and copper curls, falling down about his ears and over his forehead, the colours so similar to that of his wolf coat. His eyes were the same deep emerald green, human shaped and framed with long, copper lashes, but they gleamed with the same predatory glow.
Looking at him now made her heart thud even harder, her skin taut with anticipation as her tongue slid out to wet her lips, her eyes darkening with desire as they travelled over his sculpted flesh.
He stood firm and proud, his manhood impressive against a bed of glorious red curls, the hair spreading upwards to swirl about his navel and dusted across his freckled chest. He was so very beautiful, and her fingers twitched as she longed to feel his warmth.
“Garreth…” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her, his head tilting slightly as he stepped up, barefoot, onto the stone to join her.
“Why do you always run?”
MC smiled at the sound of that deep but soft voice, her breath shaky as her hands clung to the rock face behind her. It was the rush, the adrenaline, and excitement of him bounding after her that made her run. It was knowing that he wanted her enough to chase her down and catch her. She would never outrun him, he would always hunt her down, and yet she gave him that joy of the chase just to see the gleam in his eyes when he finally had her cornered, much like how he was looking at her now.
“You have been gone for two turns of the moon, little bunny,” he said, stepping even closer. “I think I have earned a much longer chase than this.”
“Would you like me to run again?”
Her head tilted back as he moved even closer, always maintaining that eye contact under his stealthy gaze. He looked hungry, gaze dark and dangerous as he placed a hand up against the rock behind her head, her back now firmly pressed against the cool stone as he loomed over her. That incomparable male scent drifted under her nose, dilating her pupils and making need claw up through her insides. She wanted him, needed him to touch her. It had, indeed, been far too long.
“You are going nowhere, little bunny,” he murmured, his gaze lingering over the lines of her face, tongue sliding over his lower lip before his teeth teased at it, savouring the moment of being close, but not quite close enough. “You are mine, now.”
So close now, their breaths mingling as she gasped each one, lips parted as she waited for him to make his words true and claim her. But, he didn’t seem in any hurry as his other hand moved towards the front of her blouse, catching the collar between forefinger and thumb to give it a teasing tug.
One by one, in agonising slowness, he popped each button on her blouse, his gaze burning into hers. When she lifted a hand as though to touch him, he used one finger to push her arm away, barely touching her as he shook his head with a warning gleam in his eyes. Her whimper of frustration was lost on him as he returned his focus to the front of her blouse.
“You made me wait for you, now it’s your turn to be patient,” he said, the taunt on his face making her squirm as her blouse fell open to reveal cotton and lace.
“It was a long two months for me, too,” she said, eyeing his mouth, the temptation of his soft, pink lips making her ache for a taste. “All I could think about was coming back here…to you.”
Gently, he scooped up the cord that hung about her neck, the wolf tooth charm dangling between them. The tooth had been worked with such intricate silver work where it was attached to the cord, ironically making it painful for Garreth to touch it, hence why he dangled it from the cord by a finger.
“You still wear this,” he said, nodding in approval.
“I have never taken it off since you gave it to me,” she said, taking hold of the tooth.
His eyes darkened, copper brows drawing together. “And you shouldn’t. This marks you as mine. No other wolf will touch you whilst you wear this. It is the tooth of my ancestor. It was mine to give to whomever I chose, and it belongs around your neck.”
MC lifted the charm to her mouth, pressing her lips softly against it as she looked up at him. When he had gifted it to her, he had explained that every son of wolf blood received the tooth of an ancestor at birth for protection. As the boy child grew, the tooth would be worn about the neck until the day would come when he would choose a mate to pass the protection charm to. In turn, when the first male child was born to the mate, the tooth would then pass to him, and so on.
MC wore the charm now, Garreth’s ancestor’s tooth around her neck for protection, marking her as his mate, despite the fact that she was a human girl. Garreth had broken with the tradition of his pack in choosing her over a female wolf, the sentiment and gravity of it still managing to steal her breath, even now. His pack would not approve of his choice, and she wondered if he would ever tell them. He would risk being cast out of his pack, alone without his brothers. It was a lot to ask of a wolf, and she feared it was too much.
What if he couldn't do it? What then?
Tipped with silver, the tooth pendant was an even bigger deterrent against other wolves. Even Garreth himself had to be careful lest it burn his flesh, but it had been his idea. Her protection was paramount, and she knew how much it meant to him that she was safe.
“I will never take it off, Garreth. Not for as long as I live, or until a day may come when you need it back,” she promised.
His eyes flared, the pupils dilating as they gleamed, a low growl leaving his throat before his hands finally pressed against her body, pulling her hips against him in a possessive move.
“That day will never come,” he vowed.
MC dropped the necklace against her chest, her hands immediately gripping his shoulders, fingers flexing over the corded muscle she found there as his lips crashed against hers.
The familiar taste of him had her like a starved woman, and she was so hungry, weeks without the feel of him building to this. His bite to her lip was gentle, stirring the ache between her thighs as she parted her lips, welcoming the slide of his warm tongue against hers.
His flesh was hot, taut muscles flexing under her touch, filled with fire and strength as he lifted her easily off her feet. Wrapping her legs about his waist, he held her pressed against the rock as they kissed, her soft moans lost in the cavity of his mouth.
Garreth was the only man to have ever touched her, teaching her how to love with lips and hands, awakening the fire in her flesh that would forever burn only for him. He knew her body, his hands seeking out the gentle curves he enjoyed worshipping, fingers pulling at the irritating fabric of her clothes that blocked him from her flesh. Her skin trembled and ached to feel the heat of his palms, a groan of pleasure sounding in her throat as he ripped her chemise in two to cup the soft globes of her breasts.
“Mine,” he growled, hefting her higher against the rock so he could wrap his lips hungrily over a stiffening peak, devouring her softness with devastating swipes of tongue.
As she dragged her fingers through tumbling copper locks, her head fell back against the rock, her eyes fluttering closed as he tasted her flesh. His hands made quick work of her trousers, her clothes forming a jumbled pile at his feet, uncaring of buttons ripped loose or shredding sounds of fabric. His goal was her, and nothing was going to stop him.
A warm hand slid up her thigh, graceful fingers seeking out the very core of her, probing against slick softness to delve deeply. MC arched her back, gripping him tightly through the devastating strokes of curled fingers as her hips rocked suggestively. Her body opened to him, welcoming him as he drove her ever closer towards sweet release. The heat of his kisses on her throat added to the dizzying spiral, his nose nuzzling against her as he breathed in her scent.
“Let’s get you ready for me,” he said, nipping at her ear as he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her open. He met her gaze, his smirk cheeky, the deep green of his eyes twinkling. “I know you can take me like a good girl, but there’s nothing wrong in having a little fun while we prepare.”
His thumb slid in teasing circles against her sensitive little nub, fingers burying as deep as they would go. The erotic wet sounds her body was making made her bite her lip. She already felt so full, so flushed and desperate, and he had yet to fully take her. Her hand gripped his jaw, the scratch of hair there pleasant against her palm as her thumb caught his bottom lip, her breathless moans making it difficult to form the words needed to tell him how good this all felt.
Speaking with actions, her palm slid down his chest, over taut muscle and copper hair to seek out the throbbing length of his cock. He hummed in approval, pushing himself into her hand, his tip weeping already and she caught it with her thumb in a slow rub. His skin was so hot and like silk, the stiffness of him making it easy to slide her fisted hand along his impressive size.
“I need you,” she managed to whimper.
“Oh, I know, little bunny,” he said, his mouth open and hot against hers. “And you shall have me.”
His large hands grasped her hips, planting her back onto cold stone before turning her around to face the sheer rock face. Smoothing those hands up over her body, he bent her forward, and she planted her palms against the rock, already widening her stance, preparing for what she knew was coming.
She panted with anticipation, looking down at her feet, so small compared to his as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the enticing nudge of him against her flesh, his fingers wrapping into her hair and tugging just enough to pull her head back, her back arching beautifully as he rubbed at her slicked folds again.
“Are you ready, little one?” He asked, probing his fingers and pumping gently.
MC mewled as she nodded. “...please.”
At the first push, his fingers bit into her hip, her mouth falling open at the stretch as he eased into her, muttering his praises as he filled her to the hilt. Her fingers bent against stone, her nails fruitlessly clawing at the unrelenting surface as her walls clenched around his substantial girth.
Everything about him was big and strong, and she was utterly claimed by him, so stretched and full. Desire fluttered at her core, hunger so fierce her whole body trembled around him, and then he moved, drawing back in a delicious slide before thrusting back with a firmer push.
A cry left her lips, her feet lifting until she was on her toes in a wanton attempt to meet his movement. She took a shuddering gasp of a breath and then exhaled with a pleasure filled cry as he began to thrust with pace, her hands sliding and grappling against rock as she aimed to keep her balance whilst taking him so well.
Closing her eyes, she absorbed everything, savouring every fine detail until it filled her soul. The crisp, mountain air against her naked flesh, the full feeling of being fucked whilst being held by strong arms, the grip of his fingers keeping her grounded as her body floated on the edge of deep pleasure.
Around her, nature was playing its own song with air and beast, the distant call of birds vaguely there but lost in the low growls and gasps of pleasure coming from her wolf. Her moans sighed louder than the wind, the breeze lifting strands of her hair to tickle against her sweat coated face and neck.
All the while, the coil of fire in her core was growing tighter with each perfectly aimed thrust, his swollen head rubbing against eager heat, her slick coating them both, seeping from her to dampen her thighs. The slap of skin echoed off the rock surrounding them, the pace quickening with an urgency that had her groaning, heat flaring white hot as her toes curled.
“Oh… Garreth,” she gasped, her head dropping, her hair hanging loose about her face as she felt her core release.
Garreth moaned, pressing his sweat soaked face to her back, buried deeply into her clenching walls as her hips rolled through her climax. His hands swept around to cup her breasts, thumbs rolling over the tight peaks in the most gentle of caresses. Her body pulsed with her pleasure, but her heart thumped with the deepest of love for her wolf.
His hips pressed forward, the bones jutting into the soft flesh of her backside as his hand swept downwards to press firmly against her lower abdomen with a soft groan. It was then she realised that the throbbing pulsation was not just her own, his cock was pumping her full, releasing satisfying spurts of seed deep into her body. She clenched tighter, sucking him deeper until she felt him tremble, his gasping breaths hot against her back.
Wolf!Garreth x F!MC artwork by @written-in-cheese (see link above for uncensored version)
She shuddered as claws dragged across her stomach, looking down to see the monstrous size of them protruding from the ends of his fingers. He had not hurt her, but there were red lines welling up across her flesh. Panting and cheeks flushed, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.
His teeth had elongated, his eyes blazing with feral fire, the hair on his chest was thicker, and the veins in his arms were swollen and pulsing as he fought against the urge to fully shift.
His inner wolf was fighting to come out, the sheer force of his lustful pleasure drawing out the beast that lurked beneath his human skin.
“You're so beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers intertwining with his despite the protruding claws.
He closed his eyes, grinding his hips tightly against her backside with a sigh, his seed dripping to the stone below as it seeped from her. His claws slowly began to recede, the fur reducing to the more sparse covering his human form had. When he opened his eyes to look at her again, he was calmer.
“Don't ever leave me again,” he said hoarsely.
Her eyes burned with tears, her throat tightening at the vulnerability in his gaze. She shifted, his thick cock sliding from her as she turned to embrace him. Burying her face into the warmth of his chest she knew that she couldn't leave him. It was an easy thing to promise.
“Say the word, and I will stay by your side forever,” she said, gripping the tooth pendant tightly in her fist. “I know your pack must come first, but I love you, Garreth. This summer was torture without you. I never want to leave this mountain ever again.”
Fingers no longer graced with deadly claws, he caught her chin and turned her face up to his. The softness she found in his gaze filled her with such warmth, her body secure against his, surrounded by his safety.
“My pack knows my choice,” he said, gently caressing her jaw. “Our alpha passed on, and I was supposed to take up the role. It was known that I should follow in his trusted steps, but I stood aside. To be alpha would mean taking a bitch as a mate, and I could not do it. I gave you my pendant and I mean never to ask for it back.”
Her heart squeezed at the news of their pack leader’s death. She smoothed her hand over his chest, lingering over where his heart beat firmly under his ribs.
“I am so sorry for your loss,” she said, her eyes conveying her sadness. “But what of your pack? Are they not angry that you won't stand as their leader now that your father has gone?”
He shook his head, his copper locks tumbling in the sunlight. “My brother will stand as alpha. The pack will be safe with his guidance. He is strong and true.”
“And what of you? What will you do now?”
He cupped her face, his nose touching hers. “I have chosen my path. I will take you as my own and fill your belly with babies, raise a pack of our own.”
Her throat constricted, the burn behind her eyes strengthening, and a tear escaped to slide down her cheek. “But, I am not a wolf,” she whispered. “Am I enough for you?”
“You will always be enough for me, MC,” he said, his fingers trailing down her chest to touch the necklace. His fingertips grazed over the tooth, a hiss leaving his lips as the silver burned his flesh, but he ignored it, holding up the tooth between them by the tip.
“This will be forever yours,” he said, his eyes intense, the flecks of gold blazing like sunlight in their beds of green. “My father graced me with a tooth of his own. I have it safe. You shall keep this one, and our son shall wear the tooth of my father. Together, we shall be our own pack. You will be all I need.”
Her lungs seemed incapable of drawing breath as she clasped her hand over his, both of them holding the tooth. She was careful to ensure that her fingers prevented him from touching the silver. She would see no harm come to him, no matter how small the hurt.
“I accept,” she said, nodding her head. Meeting his gaze, it was the easiest thing in the world to agree to. “You are all I need, too.”
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The twilight sky was beginning to sparkle with stars, the breeze fresh against her face as MC stood and gazed upwards at such beauty, a small smile lifting her lips as she took in the sight of the pale orb of the rising moon. Her hands smoothed downwards over her stomach, the soft swell under her shawl marking the steady growth of the child that lay within. Garreth’s child.
Arms came around from behind her, the constant heat of Garreth’s body a welcome press against her back as he buried his face into her neck. He hummed softly, his hands seeking out the swell of her belly with firm strokes.
“You should come inside,” he said, kissing her neck with teasing lips. “There will be a frost tonight.”
“Then it is lucky that I have you to keep me warm,” she replied, a soft smile on her lips as she turned to look up at him.
The heat of his kiss warmed her thoroughly, the fire that was ever present between them immediately sparking into something fiercer, his tongue delicious against her own.
She slid her hands into his hair, tugging gently, but he stilled, drawing back from her with a tilt to his head. His eyes narrowed, the emerald green immediately darkening fiercely as a low, rumbling growl began in his throat.
He turned in a blur, his hands ensuring she was placed firmly behind him, her heart skipping a beat as she saw a huge wolf step from the lengthening shadows.
“Hello, brother,” Garreth said, his voice a deep rumble in his throat. “It has been a while.”
The other wolf was impressive, his coat a beautiful blend of darkest brown and shimmering copper, his eyes a stunning blue that seemed to gleam like ice in the fading light. MC gripped the back of Garreth’s clothes, her heart in her mouth as the wolf stalked a bit closer, his huge paws making no sound against the ground.
Garreth's hand was about her wrist, holding her behind him, his thumb stroking her softly in comfort. She knew his eyes would be blazing with the feral beast within. She could feel it in the tremble of his muscles as he stared at the wolf he had called brother.
The wolf paused, lifting his head to sniff at the air, his stunning blue eyes lit with intelligence and understanding. To her shock, he bowed, dipping his great head until his muzzle nearly touched the ground before him, cutting off eye contact with Garreth in an act of surrender.
Garreth stilled, his grip on her wrist tightening subtly. She heard the soft rasps of his breaths as the wolf looked up at him again, tilting its head slightly as Garreth nodded, some kind of unspoken communication taking place between them. Garreth relaxed his grip and gently urged her out from behind him.
“It's alright,” he said, taking hold of her elbow. “He wants to see you. He won't hurt you.”
MC stepped out from behind Garreth, one hand placed protectively over her rounded stomach. She eyed the wolf warily, the huge paws and dangerous jaws now so close, his aura of power seeping from him in waves.
“Is this the alpha?” She whispered.
“My brother, Oscar,” Garreth nodded. He, too, placed a hand over her stomach. “He has come to put his blessing on the child.”
MC gasped, her gaze meeting those stunning blue eyes. Curious, despite herself, she took a hesitant step closer to the pack leader, Garreth’s hand still holding her wrist as she stood before the towering frame of his wolf brother.
Again, Oscar's nose lifted to sniff the air before stepping forward to press his snout lightly against her bump, learning the scent of her. Those regal blue eyes lifted to meet hers as a soft rumble sounded in his throat before he turned to nuzzle his head against her.
The urge to touch him was too much, her trembling hand lifting to stroke through the thick, copper fur under his ear. Rather than fluffy and wild like Garreth, Oscar's fur was smoother, his coat a shimmering silk that flowed in soft waves about his dark ears. His eyes closed at the touch, the rumble in his throat softening to a contented sound that sounded strange coming from such an impressive beast.
Garreth cleared his throat and firmly lifted her hand away from the wolf’s fur. “I think that's enough touching for one day, don't you?”
MC looked up at Garreth, slight amusement tugging at the corner of her mouth when she saw the envious scowl on his freckled face. She leaned against him affectionately.
“Don't worry, you're the only wolf for me,” she assured him.
He lifted his chin, his smirk proud as he wrapped his arm protectively around her, his gaze sliding towards Oscar. As the brothers looked at each other, Garreth’s frown returned.
“Don't even think about it, brother,” he said, tightening his grip on her.
MC glanced between the two, feeling a bit left out from their wolf bond conversation. “What did he think about?”
Garreth looked at her, eyes lit with that feral possessiveness that made her blood burn in her veins. “I'm too much of a gentleman these days to say.”
MC's eyes widened, and then she began to chuckle, standing on tiptoe to press an affectionate kiss to Garreth’s lips. When she looked towards Oscar, she could have sworn she heard the rumble of growling laughter coming from him too.