I have never been one to be interested in the chatter regarding mating when I was amongst my pack. Whenever the topic came up, I’d wander off. I suppose it was partly nervousness and partly the feeling of not understanding the urge to have an intimate moment with another wolf. I felt out of place. But in this moment of awkwardness between Nightfang and I as we try to figure this whole mating thing out, I realize why I had avoided this to begin with and why I never liked hearing about it. It is embarrassing.

“D-Do you want to be the one who mounts?” I ask Nightfang awkwardly as we sit facing each other, but at a bit of distance away.

“If you want to mount, I’m fine with it.” He answers softly.

“In this, Nightfang, as in with all other things from now on, we are both alphas. I don’t want you to think I wish to maintain my alpha status over you any longer.”

“O-oh, okay.” He says simply.

“We are both nervous. This is normal.” I say mostly to myself. I inch a bit closer to Nightfang, wishing to touch him, to feel his warmth. He inches closer as well until we finally are so close that we can embrace one another. I whine a bit, asking for attention and he licks my face. I lick his lips and whimper at him.

“I want you to be the one who mounts me.” I finally manage to say.

“Are you sure?” He asks. I nod and nuzzle his chest. I can tell he is eager by how much his tail begins to move and how he fidgets in his spot. I smile to myself and stand up as I give him a look of approval before saying yes. He is nervous and slowly grasps onto my hips with his paws, clinging onto the curves of my legs and not letting go as he positions himself. I can feel the heat of his body before I sense something else, something more physical as he presses into me.

As we begin, I feel it is strange, but as Nightfang adjusts his pace to my liking, we begin to become enthralled in our intimacy. He tells me sweet things and asks many times if I’m okay. He asks if he should stop as he fears he is being too rough or it is too painful for me. Many times, I tell him not to stop. It is a bit painful at first, but it becomes more and more comfortable and pleasurable as he slows. After my body becomes more accustomed to this feeling, I tell him to quicken his pace, bit by bit. As he does so, I become more and more vocal, calling out his name in sporadic moments of strength. I fear my voice will alert others to our intimate moment, but Nightfang assures me that it’s okay if they know.

We are in a stupor of pleasure as we continue. I whimper as I feel myself reaching the climax. I don’t want it to end so soon. His paws wrapped around my hips makes me feel unbelievably content and comfortable. And as he continues his pace, I feel as if I can no longer stand. He licks my back and nuzzles his face against it. I turn my head to catch a glimpse at his face as he continues to pleasure me in a way that I never thought I would be interested in with anyone. He has this disheveled look about him that makes me want to love him more than I already do. The way his face contorts as he thrusts into me makes me wild inside and his breathing makes my heartbeat faster. He, too, becomes very vocal as he whimpers and groans. I love the sound of his voice as he calls out my name repeatedly.

Before we reach the end, I hear Nightfang whisper out, “I love you, Snowheart.” My eyes widen and I feel myself feeling happier than I have ever been. As we both reach our climaxes, we howl in unison. I find myself feeling happy at our release, but a bit sad about it ending.

When he dismounts me, I lie down as I try to regain my composure and steady my breathing. He quickly lies down beside me and smiles at me weakly. I lie on my side to look at him and he mimics me before he places his paw on my own.

“You said you love me.” I say softly. His ears perk up and he gets nervous.

“I did…” My breathing still has not settled and my body still feels weak but I manage to get closer to him and lick his lips.

“I love you, too.” I say with a smile. His eyes become bright and he licks my lips and face over and over again. I laugh as his kisses begin to tickle me. He nips my neck and ears before he puts his arm around me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.” Nightfang says with his eyes looking dreamily at me.

“I feel the same,” I say softly, “you make me happier than I have ever been.” Our tails wag in unison and we sigh in content as we relax in each other’s company for a bit longer.

When we regain our strength, we begin to play fight. Nightfang pins me and lays atop of me before we hear some wolf howls in the distance. I recognized them as Sweetsong and Fierceclaw calling for me to return to where they are. I sigh as Nightfang dismounts me. I nuzzle him softly.

“When we runaway together, we can do this more often.” I tell him sensually as I lick him. His ears perk up, his eyes widen, and his tail wags happily. I smile at his reaction and run ahead of him. He follows me with a goofy smile on his face as he laughs. He chases me and I try to escape his grasp to tease him a bit more. He whines as I avoid his grasp. I smile as I finally allow him to semi-mount me. Sweetsong and Fierceclaw notice our closeness and give each other knowing looks.

“We better head out. It’ll take us another two or three days to reach Lover’s Peak.” Fierceclaw says simply. Nightfang and I look at each other for a moment, a silent conversation between us, before we agree to head out.

“Your brother and his counterpart want to accompany us. Is that alright?” Nightfang is a bit surprised by this. He turns to look over to his brother and Crescentpaw.

“It’s been a while since we’ve travelled together. I want to spend a bit more time with you.” Roguefang explains simply.

“Besides, it’s best to travel in a larger pack. Now there are six of us.” Crescentpaw says as he heads in front of all of us.

“I doubt we need six, if Snowheart and I just had you travelling with us Crescentpaw, it’d be like we have an army.” Nightfang teases. Crescentpaw rolls his eyes as he leads us. I nudge Nightfang for his remark before he licks my face to appease me.

As we travel, I begin to realize Sweetsong’s temperament has not improved. She is even more tempered than before, possibly because she knows that Nightfang and I have mated—passionately, I should add, most passionately. It’d be ridiculous to think that she had not heard my cries of pleasure. It would be more ridiculous to think that the tension between us has not worsened because of it. I grow tired of dealing with her mood and her harsh actions and words. I rather have anyone else here in her stead, even her sister Heartsong who is the absolute worst at keeping secrets, a huge gossiper.

I head to the back of the pack where Sweetsong is and tell the others to give us some space. Sweetsong doesn’t look at me, but I can tell she would be glaring at me if she chose to do so.

“So, you have come to rub it in my face?” She says. Her eyes are glossy as she looks like she will begin to cry. “You want to make sure to tell me that I have no chance because you have mated with him, is that it? So what? It’s just mating, everyone can do it with anyone. It means nothing.”

“This was not just mating to me. It was more than that.” I say sternly. “It was nothing short of an act of love.”

“Your heart will get broken like mine has. You don’t know everything about him. You might not have been the first, and most certainly you won’t be the last.” She says as she travels closer to Fierceclaw. My ears drop down against my head. I give up trying to appease her. She is set in her ways and I have little will or patience to deal with her when she is like that. I suddenly feel compelled to tackle Nightfang playfully, but I reason against it as I see he is with his younger brother.

“Love, head up near the front so we can be close.” He calls me happily as he approaches me. I smile as I realize that he and I aren’t just a one-time thing. We have a stronger bond than that and I hope it holds for as long as we may walk this earth.

I suddenly notice the looks Crescentpaw and Roguefang are giving us. They are cheekier than Nightfang. They smirk at one another before they turn around and focus on the path ahead.

“Don’t mind them. They just like to be annoying.” Nightfang explains as he nuzzles me.

“You have my scent.” I notice as I feel a bit shy.

“And you have mine.” He says happily.

Mating with Nightfang was so much more to me than just a fleeting moment of pleasure. I hope my pack will understand that.