1352 Mating Moon

She was just here. I was angry, frustrated and aroused.

“Damn you, Zyra!”

I heard her giggle from somewhere close.

“What’s wrong, My Magus?”

I felt her finger caress along the back of my neck. I spun around but saw only trees and leaves.

I heard a branch move and glanced that direction. Hearing her soft giggle again. I wanted my hands all over her. Bad enough they were shaking.

My cock had been hard for hours. I was nearly blind with lust and the need to sate my wolf’s hunger under the Mating Moon.

“Come here, Zyra.”

“Not a chance.” She whispered quickly near my ear to my right.

My hand shot out and brushed her arm as she danced from reach.

More than any of her abilities, I currently hated that she could camouflage with any background.

“Zyra, you want to be mated, you know you do.”

“Do I?” She danced from the other side of me.

My gaze whipping could only catch the merest motion of bark seeming hidden behind a slight haze. I reached for her and felt a zap along my hands.

One of her other abilities. I hissed withdrawing my hand.

“Stop teasing me, Zyra.”

“But I love teasing you.” She pouted. “Guess what I’m wearing, My Magus?”

I sighed. “Nothing.”

I knew how her ability to camouflage worked. It meant she’d shucked her leather robes and her skin was warm and vulnerable. Ready to be mounted.

“Zyra I could sate my hunger on you. Give you pleasure too.”

Just let me get my damn hands on you!

“Why would I do that when I can touch you whenever I like?” I gasped when I felt my hard rod be scooped in her warm palm. She became visible directly before me. Her tongue slicking out to purposely lick her lush red lips. Her bright eyes vibrant and long dark hair sweeping back to her hips. She pressed her breasts against my chest between the opening in my mage’s robes.

“I’m probably wet right now, My Magus…You could slide right in…”

I reached for her.

“If I let you…” Cackling she danced from my reach and went invisible.

Frustrated beyond what I could tolerate I turned and punched a tree.

“Zyra! You’re toying with fire. I’ve had about enough of this. I vow if you do not cease your games, I will make you pay come next year’s Mating Moon. You’ll whimper and whine while I mount you. Mercilessly!” I swore.

She chuckled evilly. “Wouldn’t you love that, My Magus?”

I felt her arms encircling my neck from behind me.

I turned to catch her but, as always, she escaped my reach. For the last Mating Moon.

***

Zyra didn’t know what I knew. She knew what I was.

But not what I’ve been trained.

Hawk had perfected a rare potion to be used on difficult women.

A potion to make them succumb to mating.

And I was still on fine terms with the Mage Commander. I was going to get that potion.

And she is going to be mine.