Running From A Wolf

CrystalZachfe Fantasy

"Kitten, is there something you want to tell me?" Aaron backed me into a corner. His canines protruded and he leaned towards my lips.
"Not fair," I gulped. "We all have our secrets-"
"Then allow me to share your burden." With a deep growl, his face buried against my neck. His teeth pierced my skin and I cried out.
"Kelsie, trust me..."
His growls shook my body and I moaned at the pleasure of him marking me. His hands roughly gripped my hips. First the pain, then the pleasure. He crushed me against the wall, sucking on my neck, his hips gyrating against mine. His calloused fingers squeezed my waist, punishing me with every touch.
"Wolf, I-"
"You need to be dominated."
With another loud growl, his canines sank deeper into my flesh. The intense rush raced through me veins, begging for release. A release to remove the high of s****l desires gathering more within me. A release that could only be provided by him.
The life of a cat shifter was never meant to be easy. Especially for the underage kittens, who don't develop their strength until they are adults. Hence, for the sole reason of safety, cat shifters form their own communities, away from the other species, to train the next generation of cats.
Unless a particular cat has been exiled.
That is my identity. An exiled kitten. My own relatives conspired against me and now I face a world of beasts, all alone.
But a cat's story begins when it enters adulthood. I'm not the naive child I was back then. And I would have laid low, but some people just can't seem to let me be.
And now, with the power of my wolf behind me, I have nothing to fear. Time to game up.

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