Not yet, I urge patience. There is a right and wrong way to infiltrate, or in this case, to sneak up on and overcome a shifter.
Without a sound I shift, leaving me fully naked, but far from vulnerable. Fuck, the wind shifts. I need a distraction… fast.
I gather the snow and hurl a snowball. Yes! It strikes her right in the ass!
“I’m going to get you for that!” my sweet female shouts as she turns and hurls not one, but three snowballs at me in succession.
The first goes wide, but she nails me in the chest with the second two. “Damn, that’s cold.”
“Good! You struck me when I wasn’t ready.”
“That’s the idea, darlin’. You should always be ready.”
She hurls two more, catching me in the head and groin. Despite the cold, all that ice and snow is not going to deflate my cock. Seeing her like this, playful and confident, gets me hard as steel.
Three more pummel me. She has a cache behind the tree where she’s taken cover. “You’re playing dirty, Angel.”
“You said be prepared.”
I laugh. “I certainly did!” I shift and race away at top speed away from her, hoping she’ll chase me. She stays where she is. More snowballs, maybe? She’s proving a worthy adversary, her innate skills sharpening now that the treatment’s working.
Two hundred feet into the woods, I break left and circle back, the wind ever turbulent today. Let’s see if Angel scents me coming.
When I spot her, crouched behind the tree, adding more snowballs to a very ample stash, she has no sense of how close I am. It’s only been a week, I remind myself. Mila said it could take up to three months for her to heal fully.
I don’t bother with snowballs this time, I pounce on my female, while I’m still in wolf form.
Blue eyes stare up at me. She’s flat on her back. She could push me off of her, but she doesn’t even try. I shift.
“And here I was about to run my fingers through your fur.”
“What? Give my wolf all the attention I deserve?” I press my cock against the apex of her thighs, even though she’s fully dressed.
“If you think you’re going to claim me out here, in the freezing cold again, shifter, you’re mistaken.”
“The victor decides the terms.”
“I hit you at least six times.”
“Snowballs don’t count.”
“Yes, they do. I won. Pinning me doesn’t count, not until I’m at full strength.”
“You think you can argue your way out of capture with the enemy?”
Her face falls. “Tell me the truth, Garrett. Is it too late to save them?”
Ah, fuck, I hate how she still feels responsible. “Blade’s last scout reported fourteen shifters in captivity. We have no way of knowing if they’re the same ones the humans used you to lure. But they need rescuing, so we’re going after Christmas. Hayden’s already fleshed out the rescue plan.”
“Then why wait until after Christmas?”
“Anna’s researching a way to protect us from further cadmium poisoning. Damien doesn’t want to leave those shifters in captivity. But he won’t risk us.”
“I’m glad we have an alpha that puts his shifters’ needs first.”
“He’s good at leading. When he’s not being a dick.”
She swats my arm. “Don’t say that. Damien’s worthy of your respect.”
