Wild

Crystal Jordan

Wild.

God, she needed it. Marra’s body burned with the cravings she could barely contain. Restlessness made her fingers tighten on the steering wheel, made her squirm in her seat. She flipped the headlights off as she exited the highway. She could see just as well in the dark, and she didn’t want to blind any of her kind who might be nearby.

And many of them would be close.

This was the Wild time, the first week of Spring. Lynx from all over North America gathered in the Sierra Nevada foothills every year for this one event. Her breed was a solitary kind, except at Wild. Every female of her breed went into heat at this time.

A shiver racked her body. Heat held her in its unyielding grip, and she reveled in it. The urge to fuck was more than she could bear, made her skin feel too tight for her body. Her nipples peaked in anticipation of the days to come.

Lynx would rut with the abandon only Wild could grant them. She allowed a small smile to curve her lips at the thought. Wild always caused a bittersweet pang for her. This was the time for mates to be sensed and claimed, but Marra was long past the age of mating. She arrived alone and left the same way, denied what others had found. Her shoulder lifted in a rueful shrug. It was her destiny, no matter how lonely. But Wild was not about regrets—it was about connection. Sex. And she would enjoy it as she always had. A fuller smile bloomed on her lips, and she almost purred. Pulling off the dirt path, she parked in the long row of other cars. Everything from new Mercedes to old pickups held together with bailing wire lined the road.

Money didn’t matter now, only instinct. The veneer of civility they wore in the human world would be cast aside to let the feral cats within them loose. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the door handle.

When she stepped out of the car, the unmuted scents of the night pressed in on her. She breathed deeply. The smell of other Lynx, of sex and all that was Wild filled her nostrils. She barely held a moan in check.

Holding herself with the thinnest thread of restraint, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her arms. The rasp of her pants’ zipper sounded loud and unnatural to her ears. Wriggling her hips, she pushed her slacks down and stepped out of her heels. No panty hose or underwear. She wouldn’t need it for this. She wouldn’t need clothes at all. Tucking her discarded garments into her car, she closed the door. The cool mountain air caressed her taut nipples, the planes of her belly, the damp heat of her pussy.

Then her control snapped. Her body stretched and flowed into her Lynx form. The distinctive spotted forelegs that marked her kind stretched out before her as she let herself run. A male would catch her scent soon, and the chase would unfold, but for now she enjoyed the unadulterated freedom of the feline side of herself. She wound around trees and across meadows, the green grass tickling her paws as they dug into the lush earth.

She slowed to a lope, her muscles bunching and relaxing with each stride. It was good to be away from the city, from the congestion and stink of humanity. A sigh slid from her throat as she came to a wide lake. She approached the shore and drank deeply.

Shifting back into her human form, she lay in the meadow that edged the rocky beach. Wind rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest. The buzz of insects and the quiet hoot of an owl made the night hum with life. An occasional scream of ecstasy sounded in the distance, the roar of a possessing mate. She drank it in, steeping herself in Wild. The scent of three males came to her, all in their prime. All prowling for females like her. Which would find her first? Her heart rate quickened until the rush of blood filled her ears.

Her body wanted to writhe in the grass, luxuriate in the sensations that spun through her. But the heat ate at her patience, made her cunt clench with the sharp need to be filled. She pulled in a shaky breath.

Swallowing, she slid her hand down the curve of her belly until she touched the heated flesh between her thighs. It would take the edge off her craving, but wouldn’t satisfy her. Nothing would until the heat burned out of her body.

Spreading herself wide for her touch, she delved into the slick folds of her cunt. Her juices coated her fingers, and she pressed deep. Her thumb flicked over the hard nub of her clit. The muscles in her thighs jumped at the harsh contact, but she needed it.

Her fingers slid into her channel, working inside her wet sex until her hips arched. She knew just how to touch herself, knew what her body liked. Sweat dewed her skin, and a soft moan slid from her throat. It was too much. More than she could handle. She loved it. She wanted more. And she would have it. Soon…soon. Pleasure arced through her as she pushed herself hard and fast over the edge into orgasm. Her sex pulsed against her hand, around her plunging fingers.

She dragged in a breath of clean, cold night air. Her heartbeat slowed and her body stopped shaking. She closed her eyes, her limbs shifting restlessly against the ground. The need to be fucked still rode her. Masturbating hadn’t been enough. She sighed, frustrated as she had been for months. Would Wild rid her of her longings? Or was it some deeper discontentment that plagued her? She hoped it was the former, feared it was the latter.