Wild Girl: A Rejected Mate Romance

by C. R. Jane

  We kissed as if our souls required it. I lost myself in the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the sound of the soft whimpers she made. Suddenly, her arousal spiked, at least I thought it was her arousal.

  Except when I opened my eyes I saw that there were wisps of a silver mist-like substance streaming from her. I stared at her, flabbergasted. She must have been unaware of what was happening because her lips were still moving against mine.

  Without warning, Rune went stock still and her body bowed backwards, a low growl emanating out of her. She gasped and the silver mist intensified. Her hair floated upwards and her body began to vibrate gently against mine until everything abruptly stopped and she gasped.

  Her eyes flickered open and there her wolf was, staring out at me, so majestic and lovely that I felt the urge to bow in her presence.

  A tear streamed from Rune's piercing blue eyes and I had the inane urge to lick the drop of water off her face.

  "She's back," Rune whispered in awe. "I can feel her again."

  My heart leapt in my chest, a mix of awe and unease churning in my stomach. I'd never heard of anyone breaking that curse, let alone twice. And Rune's wolf wasn't just beautiful, she was powerful. Powerful in a way that felt ancient, life changing...dangerous.

  It was becoming more and more obvious that Rune wasn't everything she seemed. Finding out she was a wolf had just been the beginning of Rune's mystery, that I was sure of.

  What exactly was Rune?

  Her scent hit me then. And this time it wasn't just her arousal I was smelling. It was like her regular scent had been amplified times a million. Combined with her arousal, it was more mouthwatering than I could comprehend. I'd thought she'd smelled good before. But this...I was losing my mind.

  Again, that small voice in the back of my mind tried to alert me that something was off...there was something I needed to pay attention to, but it was practically impossible at this point for me to listen.

  She looked at me, her pupils almost completely blacked out with hungry lust, a sight that I'm sure was reflected in my own gaze. A bleating whimper escaped her, and I moaned softly in response. “You’re fucking gorgeous," I purred, my voice not even sounding like my own.

  She tried to say my name, but it was lost against my mouth as I launched myself against her, kissing her lips, her chin, her cheek...nipping at her jaw. Rune moaned and rolled her hips forward, her hands resuming their quest to undo my shirt. I reached down between us and leaned away from her just enough so I could tease her clit, smiling as she gasped against my mouth. We were pressed too closely together for me to touch her the way I wanted...no, needed to.

  My hands tightened on her hips, and I lowered her to the ground, the primal part of me loving the idea of having her while being surrounded by nature. It was a weird thought, but my wolf was firmly in control right now. He was beyond desperate for us to get inside of Rune, to own her, to mark her, to have her forever.

  “Rune, tell me you want this. I need words,” I forced out, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop once I got inside of her. My wolf had overpowered me from the inside.

  "Yes. Fuck. Yes," she all but screamed.

  My brain shut off then, and I suddenly had to taste her. I moved down her body and pushed her dress up, not hesitating for another second. I groaned as I sucked and tasted her wetness on her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart so I could get to what I wanted.

  "Fuck, Rune," I murmured before I licked her slit. A cry broke from her parted lips and she slammed her head into the ground, squeezing her eyes closed as I lapped and teased at her clit with my tongue and teeth. Fuck, I'd never tasted anything so exquisite. She'd always tasted amazing before...but now. Now it felt like I was eating ambrosia, a nectar sent straight from the gods to capture and enthrall us all.

  She bowed into my mouth, and I groaned as I licked and sucked, desperate to get her as crazy for me as I was for her right then. Her hands yanked on my hair desperately as she thrust herself against my face. All of a sudden I felt her tense up and I realized she'd sat up some. She reached down and suddenly my shirt was ripped in half in what may have been the sexiest move I'd ever seen. Her hands tugged and grasped at my newly revealed skin. Full on claws suddenly tore into my skin and I just moaned, in danger of coming early from her show of aggression.

  She abruptly bucked her body, sliding her legs down until they were around my torso. Rune flipped our bodies until I was the one on the ground, growling that she wanted to taste me. That was it, I was done. A lick of her hot mouth against my dick and I was finished, thick ropes of cum erupting out of me straight into her mouth.

  Rune kept lapping at my aching cock and I realized quickly that I was still hard. Rune smiled at me sensually like this was her lucky day, both of us not comprehending that something was off. She wrapped her fingers around my dick as her tongue licked at the top like it was a lollipop. It was official. I was going to die. I sucked in a deep breath of her scent, and the smell almost dragged me over the edge again.

  "I have to get inside of you," I growled, my voice sounding choked even to me. Rune glanced up and gave me a wicked smile, her eyes still so blissed out there wasn't a strip of blue visible. “Come here,” I ordered as I reached down and pulled her up until I could get at her lips once again. I rolled us back over, and her hand tightened on my cock. Fuck. This girl may have been mine, but it was obvious she owned me in every way.

  Her dress was still on, but I was too impatient, too eager to get inside her. Instead, I shoved the thin dress further up her hips, before grabbing her hands off my dick and thrusting them above her head as I positioned myself at her entrance. I slammed into her without warning, inhuman growls echoing out of both of us. She wrapped her legs around me again and dug in her heels, somehow managing to get me even deeper inside of her.

  But it wasn't enough. I needed to touch her. All of her. I let go of her hands, growling so she knew I wanted them to stay above her head. Reaching underneath her, I unzipped her dress, somehow maneuvering it off over her head, finally revealing her gorgeous breasts...the prettiest pair I'd ever seen. Cupping them with both hands, I took one rosy nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it desperately. At the same time I began to rut in and out of her, savoring every slide of my body against hers.

  I lost myself in her. That was the only way to describe it. All that mattered was Rune. I couldn't feel the rocks digging into my knees as I moved. The sweat dripping down my spine only enhanced the moment. Her body, her soul, her everything. I wanted it all. I had never wanted to be a part of someone as much as I wanted to be a part of her. I wanted to drive her wild, fuck anyone else out of her mind until there was only room for me.

  She moaned as our hips slapped together, the decadent, filthy sound echoing in the air around us. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I slid my hands down her hips, reaching around to grab her ass and guide her movements so we could fuck harder.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to feel that perfect pussy choke my cock,” I begged in a gravelly, desperate voice. I was close, and there was no way she wasn't coming with me.

  She gritted her teeth as she thrust her body against mine in a frantic rhythm. I took her nipple in my mouth, dragging my teeth against the hardened peak, trailing my hand around to her stomach and downward. My thumb found her clit and she gasped, moving even faster, as I began to fuck her even harder. All of my finesse was gone, I just needed to feel her climax, needed to bring her that release before I found my own. I abruptly bit down on her shoulder, my wolf having enough of this fucking nonsense of not claiming her.

  Mine, mine, mine.

  With my bite, she stiffened and cried out, her body shuddering like she'd just needed that little edge of pain in order to finally let go. She clenched me tightly and with one final thrust, I reached my own climax, letting go of her shoulder as I did so. A tendril of blood slid down her shoulder and I eagerly licked it off her skin until I was lapping softly at her bite. She let out a hiss an
d I reluctantly moved away, but only so our lips could meet. We gasped against each other, just breathing each other in. I sucked in her soft breaths, still somehow desperate for her, even after two orgasms back to back.

  I finally gathered Rune in my arms and moved us until I was leaning against the tree. She nestled against my chest. I could feel her heart racing, its beat matching my own. Her scent hit me again and I felt myself immediately start to harden.

  Again.

  My eyes flew open. Yeah, I had good stamina, and was usually up for a few rounds. But it had literally been a minute since I orgasmed. I may have been supernatural, but I wasn't Superman.

  Something was off. In heats it was common to come multiple times. The scent of your female could arouse you again and again...but there was still usually a bit of lag time.

  Her scent was making me dizzy. Despite the fact that we were in the open air, with even a little bit of breeze. It permeated the air, thick and heavy. With every breath I took, desire pulsed through me.

  I bucked against her, desperate to slide into her warm heat again...and then I heard the sound of a wolf howling in the distance. I ignored it the first time as I started to slide in and out of her once again with her in my lap.

  And then more howls joined with the first. Their sounds, combined with a sharp bite of wind across my face, momentarily allowed me to think.

  The strength of her scent, the overwhelming lust, the never-ending nature of it all... This wasn't a normal heat.

  Fuck. We had to get out of here. Now. I slid out of her, a pained cry coming out of both of us. I set her down gently and grabbed my ruined shirt desperately. I rubbed it around in the dirt and then thrust it against my face, taking a deep breath of the earthy smell in an effort to block out Rune's scent.

  It didn't work very well.

  I scrambled into my discarded jeans and then grabbed Rune's dress, offering it to her.

  "Slip this on, sweetheart," I told her soothingly as she tried to rub against me. She made no effort to move and I cursed as I gently pushed her away, holding my breath as I moved my shirt away from my face so I could slide her dress back on.

  A growl echoed through the woods, followed by more. My blood ran cold. I recognized that sound. I'd heard it once before and I'd never forgotten it. They were hybrids. Hired guns sent out to capture and kill feral wolves. I knew from experience though that they hunted non-feral wolves as well. The hybrids were half vampire/half shifter. No one knew where they'd come from...since vampires couldn't reproduce. But they were terrifying motherfuckers, and if they'd caught Rune's new scent, which was impossible to miss, we were in deep shit. Guess I should have brought the psychopath with me after all.

  Rune's scent hit me again and I cried out in dismay and lust. There was another growl from closer by and the fear the sound brought reverberated down my spine and allowed me to grab my dirt covered shirt. I wrapped it around my face to help dim the scent. We had to get out of here. Now.

  I scooped Rune up and sprinted back towards the road awkwardly, trying my best to keep my face away from her as she nuzzled against me.

  If the hunters didn't kill us, Rune was going to kill me.

  But honestly what a way to go...

  We got to the car and Rune whined against me, breaking my heart and making my dick as hard as a rock. A growl sounded nearby again. Fuck.

  I had to stop myself from being able to smell her.

  I couldn't control myself, couldn't think. There was no way I could last in a car with her, even with the windows down. And it could cost us both our lives. Her scent after sex was so much stronger, so undeniable. It took a second, and then I felt like an idiot. This was going to hurt like a motherfucker. But it was the only way that I was going to be able to get rid of my sense of smell. Thank you Black Widow for the life advice I never knew I would need.

  I threw Rune in the car, ignoring how badly my cock wanted her, and zipped over to the driver's side. Desperate, I smashed my nose against the steering wheel, effectively severing the nerve to my nose that allowed you to smell, while also sending the sound of the horn echoing into the forest.

  "Fuck," I gasped through gritted teeth, the pain reverberating through my entire skull. All I could see were stars as the world spun around me. The pain felt like it was never-ending, but at least I couldn't smell anymore. It was a strange concept to have just given yourself a traumatic brain injury but still be able to think better than you had in hours. I shook my head, trying to clear my vision. The nerve would heal, I couldn't control my supernatural healing. And I'd have to repeat the process. That was going to suck.

  Once my head was clear and I could see well enough to operate my car, I threw the car into drive and sped down the road. Rune was now moaning next to me, her hands sliding down her body desperately, in a way that was both sexy and terrifying all at once. "Baby, I need you to snap out of it," I told her, hating myself and the whole world because she was basically writhing in pain. When a wolf was in heat, she needed constant attention.

  Rune began to sob, wrapping her arms around herself tightly and staring at me as if I was breaking her heart.

  It felt like hell. And worse, my nose was already starting to heal, meaning I'd have to throw my face against something soon.

  My mind churned, wishing I'd paid more attention in Shifter Biology when they'd talked about a wolf's heat. I moved my hand to her forehead and hissed when I realized how hot she was.

  "Fuck!" I hit the steering wheel in frustration as I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a truck approaching in the distance. It could have just been a random truck but my gut told me otherwise. The truck was going almost as fast as I was, and my car was pushing a hundred.

  Rune abruptly tried to crawl into my lap, latching onto my jeans like she was possessed.

  "Baby, please," I begged as I gently pushed her back into her seat.

  Suddenly, it came to me. Pain was what was needed when wolves went out of their minds during a heat. And not like a slap on the ass either. They needed something to break through the mindless haze. It wouldn't make the heat go away. But it would push away some of the brain fog so she was at least somewhat aware of what was going on. And I desperately needed her to know what was going on.

  My hand shook as I pulled my pocket knife out of my pants. I felt like throwing up. I wasn't sure if I could actually do this. The decision was made for me though when I saw that the truck was getting closer and closer to us, and I was going as fast as this car could go. Rune threw herself at me and I didn't let myself think. I stabbed her in the leg.

  Her shocked cry reverberated through the car, inching down my spine and forcing me to dry heave in disgust with myself...all while driving the car a hundred miles an hour down the road.

  This was hell.

  I peeked over at Rune and saw her staring around in confusion. "What's going on?"

  "Rune, sweetheart. What do you remember?" I asked. There was a faint flush to her cheeks, and she was shifting uncomfortably while holding her wounded leg, so I knew she was still feeling the effects of the heat. But for the first time, her eyes were clear, a strip of blue peeking out from beside the blown out black of her pupils.

  Before she could say anything, we were rammed from behind. Our car flew forward, sliding all over the road before I somehow managed to steady the vehicle. I looked over at Rune to make sure she was alright. She was plastered against her seat, a look of terror against her beautiful face. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

  A ping all of a sudden hit the back windshield, shattering it into a million pieces of glass.

  "Fuck," I growled as Rune screamed and I started to swerve the vehicle all over the road to make it harder to hit us. Another bullet hit the driver's side back window and it shattered as well, showering us with more glass. I opened the glove box and pulled out my gun as I pushed the car towards a hundred and ten miles per hour.

  Please, Moon Goddess, I pleaded inwardly. Help me save Rune.

 
It was the first time I'd prayed in awhile.

  Trying to keep at least one eye on the road, I aimed my Glock behind me and shot off a few rounds. The truck swerved to try and avoid the bullets. We would have gained a little bit if it weren't for the fact that I briefly lost control of the car and almost took us off the road.

  "Baby. I need you to take this," I pleaded to her as I moved the car around a corner, not an easy feat at this speed.

  A bullet went into the seat two inches above her head and I swore and started to do evasive maneuvers across the road. Two more bullets went into Rune's seat and I grabbed her with one hand, trying to push her down as low as possible.

  I glanced over at the bullet holes in the seat, shocked to see that they were almost in a perfect line.

  The fuckers were playing with us.

  "Rune. Take this gun. I need you to shoot at the truck. I have to watch the road."

  "I've never shot a gun," she cried as she took the gun with two hands, a wild look in her eyes.

  "Baby, you can do this," I reassured her, even though it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest from the fear and adrenaline coursing through my body.

  She steeled her features, a determined look in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she peeked around the side of her seat and aimed the gun. “Okay. Just shoot at the truck. You can do this,” she muttered to herself. And despite the shit show that we’d found ourselves in, a grin curled up my lips. She was fucking cute.

  I realized belatedly she’d closed her eyes when the shot veered wide and hit a tree we were whizzing by rather than the truck.

  “Okay sweetheart, open your fucking eyes,” I told her as gently as I could.

  “Sorry,” she squeaked, and then she gritted her teeth and started firing shot after shot at the truck.

  Her aim was actually pretty good, and the truck had to start swerving to avoid her shots.

  They fired again, hitting the seat on the other side of where Rune was peeking out and she ducked down lower in the seat.

  I knew from stories that the hunters were supposed to be expert shooters. It was almost like they were playing with us...or they wanted us alive.