Hungry Like a Wolf

 

Part of  Ellora’s Cavemen: Flavors of Ecstasy I available here

I looked behind me once more. He was back there, I knew he was. But he wouldn’t show himself. He wanted to scare me. And was doing a damn good job of it, too.

A branch cracked. Shit! He was closer than I thought. The growl sent shivers up my spine, urging me to run as fast as I could. It wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done, but dammit, there was no way I going to hang around and let him catch me.

I ran through the trees, weaving in and out, ducking under branches, hoping I would make it, that I could get away. I knew if I could reach the cabin, I’d be safe.

Pausing long enough to figure out where I was, I breathed a sigh of relief. Just around the cluster of boulders on my left was the clearing. Once there, it was one hundred yards to the cabin. The length of a football field. I could make it. I had to make it.

With a deep breath and a last surge of energy, I made for the boulders, darting out into the clearing and around the cabin. Seventy-five yards, fifty. I was almost there. Almost to—

“Oof.”

A heavy, furry body hit me from behind, knocking me to my stomach. Hot breath spilled across my neck as a long tongue licked me from the nape of my neck to my ear. The wolf edged my hair aside and sniffed. His front paws were on either side of my head, and I could feel his back paws bracketing my thighs. I couldn’t move.

Trapped, like the prey I was.

“Get off, you big lug.”

“Woof.”

I laughed.

“Okay, okay, you caught me fair and square, now let me up.”

His weight pressed down and I inhaled sharply as he sniffed again. Then the voice. “You think I’m gonna give in that easily?” Warmth grew deep in my belly as I heard his voice. It didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing, I grew wet every time.