Bunny.

  White.

  Oh God, had he shifted into his bunny form?

  She kept running with this thought on a loop in her mind, until she finally saw him before her.

  He looked almost normal. Except for the tuft of white fluffy hairs up the cleft of his ass.

  Mickaela felt like she could have laughed out loud at the sight of it, if only it wasn’t awakening her inner beast.

  Her fangs broke out, claws grew out of her fingers in place of her nails, and her own tail came out of her body.

  She accelerated at a speed she had never known she could reach, and jumped on Liam’s back, tackling him to the ground in a loud humph.

  But it wasn’t over. Liam struggled against her hold, trying to get free of the weight she was applying on him.

  It felt even better.

  Mickaela loved the chase, relished in the battle of wits and strength that followed.

  “Cute little tail,” she purred in his ear as she kept his hands pinned to the ground,her breasts flushed to his back.

  “Turn,” she told him—commanded him—as she released his hands, straddling him at waist-level.

  Liam complied and seemed too happy to do so, his gaze roaming over her breasts, nipples perky from her arousal.

  She could smell his arousal in the air around them, luring her to mate right here on the ground.

  “What are you going to do with me now, Skadi?” Liam said, in a deep and raw voice that made her flustered.

  Chapter 18

  When the fun begins

  Mickaela's POV

  Mickaela trailed a claw from his earlobe to his clavicle.

  Liam stopped moving altogether, his hands stopping in their reach for her hips or breasts in mid air. She felt him holding his breath, as if she were holding his life in her paws. She still didn’t smell any fear - only intense arousal.

  “Skadi?” Liam asked again.

  She must have looked feral for him to feel the need to ask again. Or maybe she needed to answer him, she was so lost to the sensation coursing through her own body and by the need to make him submit that she had totally forgotten to answer him.

  “You don’t get to touch until I say so,” she told him in her sweetest voice. And really, it sounded more like purrs than real words, but Liam’s eyes lit up, and she knew he understood. Slowly he moved his hands to his sides, as if not to spook her.

  “No, up there,” Mickaela said as she pointed above his head.

  As he complied, Mickaela’s tail snaked around his wrist, holding his hands down.

  Proud of herself for doing this, Mickaela cast him a wicked smile.

  “What are you going to do with me?” Liam said, biting his lip.

  Mickaela looked thoughtful for a second, but it was all pretense. She knew exactly what she wanted from him.

  Still clutching his hands with her tail, she moved along his body, first straddling his hips, then his torso, and when Liam realized what she had in mind, he held his breath in anticipation, barely a second before she sat on his face.

  He was quick to answer her demands, his tongue darting out, licking at her pussy as if it was the sweetest nectar. He slipped his tongue inside of her pussy, her juices coating his lips, dripping down his chin to his throat.

  She rubbed herself on his face, riding it with abandon. She had been so wet and couldn’t stop her pussy from clenching around nothing when she had finally caught him, that it didn’t take her very long to start seeing stars. The pumping of his tongue coupled with his upper lip rubbing against her clit, was making her feel so good that in just a minute she was coming over his mouth and drenching him even more.

  She roared into the sky, letting her beast take over and her orgasm wash over her.

  But she wasn’t done with him.

  Without releasing his hands from her tail’s hold, Mickaela moved back, sitting on his hard cock without letting it slip inside her pussy.

  Liam gasped and then proceeded to lick his lips, as if he didn’t want to lose even a single drop of her.

  It was insanely hot, and while she let his cock slide between the lips of her pussy, she bent over to kiss him.

  Even after he had licked her juices from his lips, Mickaela could still taste herself on him, as their tongues began a heated dance. It was fierce and made her pussy pulse even harder, her own body reminding her that she was still not riding him.

  She nipped at his lips before positioning herself on his cock again, looking proudly at him while she pinched one of her nipples and then the other.

  “Is that what you thought I would do to you?” Mickaela asked Liam, while she kept playing with her nipples and oh so softly stroking her clit on the tip of his cock.

  “That and other things.” Liam said breathlessly.

  “Like what?” Mickaela asked, and her voice kept the purring tonality it had since she had caught him, her inner beast toying with the edge of her shift.

  Mickaela raised to her knees, breaking the contact with his cock, and the whimper that resonated in the forest was as much his as it was hers.

  Liam’s eyes moved to her hand that had slipped between them and his breath hitched when she grabbed his cock and tucked it inside of the wet embrace of her pussy.

  She sat back on his lap, oh so slowly, taking the full length of his throbbing cock inside of her, stretching herself to take him in.

  Liam was entranced, eyes glued to where their bodies met, and she could feel his hands struggling against her tail, itching to get free and finally touch her as he pleased.

  And because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, Mickaela made her movements unbearably slow.

  Until she coundn’t take it anymore either.

  Then she started to move up and down with faster movements, rubbing at her breasts at the same time, then circling her hips and basking in Liam’s groans of pleasure.

  “You’re so beautiful when you ride my cock,” he said between one of those groans, “look how well you take me, and how hard you make me,” he added as he grunted again, fighting against her tail.

  “You want your hands to be free?” Mickaela asked, her voice labored by her breath.

  “Let me touch you, Skadi, it feels like torture not to touch you,” he answered, his voice rough and almost pleading.

  It wasn’t a yes or a no but it was enough for Mickaela.

  She released his hands, but instead of letting them completely free, she moved one to her hip and the other to her clit.

  “Make me come,” were the only words, other than his name—over and over—that left her lips after that, as she got lost in him, his hard cock pumping inside of her in tandem with his thumb rubbing on her clit.

  She was only sensations and let herself be taken over the millions stars that started to gather behind her eyes. And then, suddenly, his cock slammed into the sweet spot inside of her, and Liam flicked his thumb in a weird tiny circle that felt almost like a pinch. In the middle of the day, everything went dark for Michaela as she shattered under the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It felt as if her whole body had exploded just to be built up again, and in this instant, she knew it, Liam had ruined her for any other man.

  Because this orgasm, the one she had taken more than he had given to her, this orgasm was the thing of legends. And if she was a goddess to him, maybe, just maybe, Liam was her God of sex.

  Epilogue

  Liam's POV

  It was the first day of summer, and Mickaela had decided that she would go to the bonfire in the middle of the forest with all of her friends. And of course, Liam couldn’t say no. Not that he would though.

  He planned on running from her the minute they arrived, forcing her to chase him down. Not that he needed much forcing.

  The hunt had been their thing since the first time it happened during the Easter hunt. Oh yeah, because Liam counted that as their first hunt. If you asked Mickaela she would say something different though.

  She had felt awkward on the fist day they met and she didn’t consider that first hunt as, well a hunt, because she had been unaware that Liam had intentionally passed her very closely to entice her.

  To this day—more than two months later—they still hadn’t agreed on the subject.

  But it didn’t matter.

  As Liam watched Mickaela put one of her flowery dresses on, he could only imagine how he would get rid of it some time later tonight and smiled at the thought.

  He was still smiling when he tucked himself inside his jeans, paying attention not to get any of his bits mauled by his zipper since he was going commando once again.

  He always went commando when he planned on making Mickaela hunt him. Mostly because it meant less clothing to get rid of before running, but also because twice already, they hadn’t managed to start hunting at all. Mickaela had shredded his clothes to bits in her haste to get him naked. And although Mickaela would never admit to it, it was much easier and quicker to sink his hard cock into her waiting pussy when she wanted a quickie.

  “What makes you smile like this?” Mickaela asked from the side of her bed as she strapped sandals to her feet.

  “Am I not supposed to smile when I have the most beautiful and fierce girlfriend?” he answered in a teasing tone.

  Mickaela blushed.

  She had refused to put a label on their story from the beginning. She was too independent, and had been burnt too many times by men before he arrived in her life that her insecurities had clung to her for days, weeks really.

  She had relented, two weeks before, and only because he had coerced her with his tongue, bringing three orgasms in a row.

  He had never felt so proud of himself. Now he got to call her his girlfriend, and maybe he was cheesy, but it made him feel warm and happy.

  “I’m pretty sure you say that just to get wild sex in the forest…” she answered him.

  “Oh I want that too, but it doesn’t make it any less true,” Liam said as he walked to her, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, kept his hand on the side of her throat and bent to kiss her softly on the lips.

  Well, softly at first, because the kiss turned ravenous in barely a few seconds and when they finally separated, they were both panting.

  “We need to stop this, or I’m never going to let you leave this room,” Liam muttered against her lips, his forehead against hers.

  “We need to go,” she whispered, and Liam could hear the need in her voice. She wanted to go to the bonfire as much as he did, which meant not at all.

  “Remind me why you said you would go?” Liam asked, his thumb stroking the side of her jaw.

  “I promised Astrid. And she promised Marie-Ariel. You know, the witch that has a flower shop and a witchy shop-like thing at her place… Since she made that fuck you bouquet they have started to hang out. Turns out Marie-Ariel isn’t so bad when she isn’t trying to get in everyone’s pants. She’s the one organizing all of this. She said there would be music, drinks and snacks. Anyway, I promised.”

  “Everyone’s pants?” Liam said amused.

  “Oh yeah, I could say every man‘s pants, but I don’t think she discriminates,“ Mickaela said, and Liam could almost hear her laugh in the words.

  “I don’t want to go,” Liam answered her just before kissing her again.

  “I don’t either,” Mickaela said against then nibbled on Liam’s lower lip, “but I promised, and you know if I promised I’ll do it …”

  “Okay, maybe we can stay for just a little while and then run in the forest?” Liam asked.

  “That sounds good to me,” Mickaela nodded, before giving him a peck on the lips.

  “Okay, let’s do it. With alcohol and a bonfire, what could possibly go wrong?”

  Extended epilogue

  Astrid’s POV

  It was Easter again, and this time, Mickaela and Liam had been the ones hosting the party. Last year, Rose and Cupid had been the ones to do it and they definitely hadn’t been as good at hiding eggs and chocolate as Astrid had been the year before that. Who the Hell hung eggs from the ceiling? The cake had been better though, and if Mickaela was honest, it had been the best she had ever had. For all the drama Rose loved to make, when she baked, only sweet and fluffy things came out of it.

  The woman loved food as much as Mickaela loved chocolate, and the chocolate cake she had made last year was the eighth wonder of the world. Mickaela had loved it that much.

  That was why this year she decided to forgo the bakery altogether, and had resorted to pleading with Rose to get another one of her cakes.

  It hadn’t been hard, really; Rose was all too happy to demonstrate her skills.

  And when Mickaela finally looked at the cake she brought today, it was with hunger in her eyes and a lot of admiration too.

  “Can I adopt you? I need cakes every day!” Were the first words she blurted out when she had seen the three layer cake covered in glazing dark chocolate, a nest that seemed to be made of white chocolate and dozens and dozens of small eggs, also made of chocolate—obviously.

  Then the rest of the day passed like a blur.

  All was well, and Mickaela couldn’t be happier.

  She had a family, friends she could count on, and a loving partner.

  She even had agreed to move in together a couple of weeks ago. It had been a long process, but Liam’s sweet and doting heart had vanquished all of her doubts one by one, restoring her trust in men. Or maybe just in one man. Him.

  Every day since they met he treated her like the goddess he said she was. A wild goddess, but a goddess nonetheless.

  And after he asked multiple times for them to move in together—he tried so hard to be convincing, never telling her to move in with him, since he knew she wouldn’t want to live in the city, but suggesting somewhere close to the forest. She had finally accepted, even if she did love her house, they agreed they needed something a little bigger than her current two bedroom.

  And maybe, just maybe, what Mickaela had to announce to him tonight was one of the reasons she was so happy about getting something bigger. Maybe it was also that, even if it had taken Mickaela a long time to realize Liam meant everything he said and wasn’t going to disappear on her, she was now convinced she wanted a life with him. One full of laughter and happiness, and a big family. And chocolate. She could never forget about chocolate.

  Where was this man of hers anyway?

  He had disappeared when everyone left about half an hour ago and was nowhere to be seen.

  She knew he was in her house; she always knew. She could smell his warm scent, feeling it envelope her heart like a blanket.

  So what was he doing that needed him to be out of sight?

  Mickaela was still wondering when Liam appeared before her...covered in chocolate sauce.

  Well not all of him, but his pecs, part of his stomach and his very obvious hard-on. It looked messy as hell and also so very tempting, and Mickaela froze where she stood.

  Liam chuckled.

  “I’ve discovered something very, very interesting today… Or let’s say someone brought something very interesting to my attention… would you mind giving me your phone?” He asked in his most suave voice, the one that made her skin tingle and her nipples say hello.

  What? What did he want?

  As if mesmerized by his voice—and the sight of him wearing nothing but chocolate syrup—she took her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, and dropped it in the hand he was holding for her.

  “Unlock it?” He asked again, and once again she complied.

  Mickaela was half here, half in a world of dreams where her man had turned into chocolate. Or maybe it was reality? She didn’t know anymore.

  Until Liam’s laugh pierced the dream-like bubble she had weaved around herself.

  “I couldn’t believe your sister when she told me this, but since it’s true, how about you eat your chocolate bunny?” He asked in a playful voice, and she could hear sunlight and joy in his words.

  Chocolate bunny?

  Ooh shit, she was going to hunt Astrid down and spank her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week! How dare she?

  Mickaela wasn’t really mad though. It was a small miracle Liam hadn’t discovered earlier what she had called him on her phone since they had met.

  He seemed to be taking it rather well from the sight of his chocolate covered body, his cock already hard.

  And then it hit her. “How about you eat your chocolate bunny?”

  She looked in Liam’s eyes, and there was no teasing shining in his eyes, only purpose and raw hunger.

  Oh yeah, he wasn’t doing this just for her. And from the sight of his fully erect cock, she could easily guess that spreading chocolate over himself had aroused him quite a bit.

  As if the strength that had been keeping her in place loosened, Mickaela slowly walked to Liam and removed her phone from his hand. Instead of answering his question, she put her hands on his shoulders and started to lick the chocolate smeared on his chest, slowly and torturously, removing every single drop of it one lick at a time.

  When she was done with his chest, she moved to his stomach, and kept the same pace.

  If he had been willing to spill that much chocolate, she wasn’t going to waste any of it. She could see how much he wanted to intervene, his fists tight at his sides and his breath shallow one instant and almost nonexistent the next. Yet he stayed like this, standing in front of her like an offering.

  He knew exactly what he had done, and he also knew the reward would be so much better.

  When she finally started to lick his lower stomach, she felt his cock twitch against her chin, and a wicked smile stretched against her lips as she kept licking, paying extra attention to everything else other than his cock and balls.

  It had to be torture for him, it certainly was for her. She was pretty sure that if she were to dip a finger in her pussy right now, she would find herself dripping for him.

 

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