Control (Dark Romance)

Bonus Chapter 1

Zyair's POV

My heart pounds inside my chest while my paws do the same over the glowing dirt. They barely make contact before they're up and propelling me forward again.

I've always been fast, but I can't remember ever running so fast in my life.

I glance back, spotting a mass of grey fur before a dangerous growl pierces the air, and somehow, I find the strength to go even faster.

In hindsight, running away from my confused mate just after he woke up probably was not the kindest thing to do, but it was definitely the best thing to do concerning the amazing sex we were about to have, and it was all thanks to moi.

Neo and I were finally going to have sex! I was so excited I could scream, but it was hard to do that when one was on all fours and running for his life.

If Hagen weren't K.O., he'd have told me by now how crazy it was to do this before my first time, but Hagen wasn't here, so I was free to run wild, and run wild I do.

It wasn't like I had it all set up, though. I'd been confused too when I'd woken up covered in bites and bruises and filled to the brim with cum, because while that scene was one I'd fantasised about a million times, it had never once felt so real. Turns out, it was real!

The one time I didn't stick around to watch Hagen and Nikola get it on, and I missed everything! Stupid!

Stupid, stupid Zyair!

I was being kind because it was their first time, and I knew Hagen was a nervous flyer or should I say rider, but I should've known kindness didn't get you shit, and it definitely didn't get you off.

One minute, Hagen was floating down a river with his cheeks out, and the next, I'm covered in cum with six marks on my neck.

I was so proud of him!

But that was Hagen, and this was me. Whether or not they'd meant to let us take over, I'd been waiting for months to have my mate, and now that the moment was finally here, all bets were off.

It was my turn! My turn to be touched and kissed and fucked! So I'd done what any other sane wolf in my position would have done. I cleaned myself up— and out, so that Neo wouldn't lose it— awoke my mate with kisses, told him I was finally letting him off the leash and that I was all his, and then I ran before he could properly open his eyes.

Neo hadn't liked that at all.

Jumping over a fallen log, I shift mid-air and land on my feet without a sound. I dash from the path, covertly tucking myself behind the trunk of a tree twice my size.

I was faster in my natural form, but on two feet, it was easier to hide and make sudden turns, especially when there was a three-hundred-pound hybrid chasing after you.

Neo's heavy steps come bounding forward, shadowed by the thunder booming overhead, before he vaults over the log just as I had. Only he keeps going, his nose catching up to him a second too late.

It's more than enough time for me to hurdle over the log and run back the way we came.

I hear a frustrated snarl at my back that makes my heart leap while he struggles to skid to a stop, and I take off into the woods. I laugh as I glance behind me to see Neo picking himself back up, but the monstrous chorus of thunder that follows drowns the sound out.

Oh, he was big mad, but that was just a love song to my prostate.

Turning around, I call on my shift, ready to run like hell back to our makeshift cabin, only nothing happens.