Monica stretched her legs outward, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. She had long abandoned the fashion magazine in her lap to close her eyes and enjoy the cool breeze and warm sun. The smell of the fresh lake flowed toward her with the wind. She thought she heard Deacon's wolf swimming at the water's edge. He'd been wading in and out of the lake all day in both wolf and human form. Except for the occasional tourists walking on the trail around the lake, they'd mostly had the lake to themselves all day.

"Deacon, is that you? We need to get back to the cabin. I left the cheesecake out on the counter because I didn't know we'd be out this long."

There was no answer.

"Deacon?"

Something rummaged in some bushes nearby and she scented maple and spice coming at her on the breeze.

She sighed, opened her eyes and rose to a standing position. "Are we going to play this game again?"

Apparently, his wolf like to play hide and seek, but she wasn't good at seeking.

Monica glanced over at his motorcycle where both of their helmets were still on the seat.

"Deacon, this is getting old. I'm not playing around this time. Last time you scared the heck out of me when I came to find you."

After he didn't answer, she sighed and gathered up the blanket from under the tree. She followed Deacon's scent as she'd become accustomed to doing whenever he ran off in wolf form and took the trail leading to the outer banks of the forest. When she found him, she realized why he hadn't answered.

He was still in wolf form, sitting back on his hind legs looking up into the branches of a maple tree. A throng of hummingbirds were flying about, chirping and humming a tune. They sounded heavenly and Monica realized why Deacon found them so peaceful and entertaining.

He sensed her coming and he rose on all fours and welcomed her by his side. She stroked the soft fur on his back and one his head as he enjoyed the view. For what seemed like forever, they watched the hummingbirds dance in and out of the leaves. When the birds left, Deacon shifted back into human form seamlessly, appearing in front of her stark-naked. She was getting used to him walking around without clothes. She didn't mind at all.

"That was beautiful," she said, walking into his arms.

"That was my first time seeing hummingbirds since coming back to town," he said.

"You did say they were hiding in plain sight, didn't you?" She pressed a few kisses to his lips.

"They sure do. Just like someone else I know," he replied.

He reached up to capture her about her nape and his thumb momentarily stroked the hummingbird mate mark behind her left ear. When she parted her lips, their tongues danced together. She made him walk backwards until his back was pressed up against the tree trunk where the birds once played.

She reached down between them and wrapped her fist around his big, thick erection. He became hard in a matter of seconds right against her palm. Desperate to please him, she sank into the grass on her knees.

"Monica…you don't have to."

“Let me please you."

He groaned and closed his eyes the moment her fingertips trailed over his turgid shaft. She looked up at him, making certain that he was paying attention as she covered him with her mouth. She felt the moment that he relax back against the trees. He tangled his fingers in her hair, gently pulling it up into a ponytail so that he could see what she was doing to him. Her tongue slid over his broad cockhead over and over again until she tasted the sweet pre-cum coating her tongue. His pleasure was hers and every little reaction from him caused her pulse to quicken and her pussy to tighten. She moved her back and forth over him, allowing him to fuck her mouth.

"Oh my Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he whispered hoarsely.

Her fist closed over the leathery-hard length of him, pumping over and over again. Her mouth created just the right about of suction to bring him to completion, and her tongue driving up and down his shaft worked to excite him even more.

When he pulled back, removing his solid length from her mouth and brought her to her feet, she grumbled.

She pouted. “I was enjoying that.”

"You knew where this was heading. I want to come while fucking that sweet tight pussy of yours,” he told her.

This time, he was one doing the leading, urging her toward the tree trunk where he placed her palms against the rough bark. She wore a dress today and her thong panties were easily pushed aside by his calloused hands exposing her sex to the breeze. Next he placed his heavy cock on the plumpness of her ass and ground against her. She moaned and arched backward, begging for entry. He cupped her ass with his big strong hands, parted her ass checks and entered her dripping wet pussy. She cried into the thick of the forest when he rammed himself to the hilt. Something feral ignited between them. Waves and waves of pure pleasure. He pummeled her, driving recklessly with pleasure-inducing strokes. He thrust hard, whispering against the back of her neck and lapping at the sensitive mate mark behind her ear. He took her higher and higher, making her scream at the top of her lungs. Her cries mingled with the leaves and carried on the wind.

"Deacon!"

"Come now. Come for me."

She exploded, her body convulsing with blinding pleasure. His release followed. Jets of his hot seed pierced her womb, most of it spreading through her like a tornado and some of it leaking down her quivering thighs.

He groaned through the last remnants of his orgasm and when they were both sated, he turned her around and captured her mouth with his.

"I love you, Monica," he rasped against her lips. "I needed to tell you that. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Deacon."

No one could ever come between Monica and her wolf—Deacon. She was certain of it. She would forever remain true to him. They were meant for one another and had found each other at just the right time. Deacon was rogue no more. However, Monica believed that everyone was born with a little rogue in them until they found the one place where they truly belonged.