“Here, bite me. I really don’t mind.”
I hadn’t thought it through, but I’d never had a problem just rolling with whatever life threw at me. If life threw me a werewolf, I would catch it.
The wolf watched me. He didn’t look angry anymore. He didn’t even look wary.
His gaze lowered to my wrist, then back to my face.
I gave him a small smile. The soft kind I had used on my kindergartners when they were angry or sad.
“I’m not going to change my mind,” I said.
The wolf shook his fur lightly. I wasn’t sure why.
Then, he leaned in and licked my wrist once.
A second time.
A third.
His bite was quick. Gentle. The smallest pierce of just his sharpest fangs, leaving two small wounds on the top and underside of my wrist.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Until a cry escaped me as my body arched and something snapped.
It sounded like a bone.
Guess I’d reached the part Abby said would hurt like a bitch.
Something within me seemed to be growing.
Rising.
Literally tearing its way free.
Finn was swearing, already back in his human form as he pried the cake dome out of my arms. “We need to get your fuckingclothes off,” he basically snarled at me. “They’re tight enough to hurt the wolf.”
He didn’t reach for my clothes, despite the words.
Guess he wanted permission. That seemed like a good thing.
“Do it,” I groaned, folding forward as agonizing heat burned over and through me. Something else snapped.
His rough hands felt like bliss on my fiery skin as he quickly undid the buckle on my bralette, working the thin fabric down my arms with ease. The sweater that was only on one of my shoulders went with it.
“So much fucking pink,” he muttered, yanking my dark pink pants down my thighs. My thong followed.
It was almost the same shade as the pants.
“What did pink ever—do to you?” I moaned.
The words were muffled by my teeth, growing and lengthening as they took up too much space in my mouth.
“Just back down. Let the wolf—fuck.” Finn sat back on his heels, blinking as the furry beast finally finished taking over my body. “That was fast.”
The wolf stretched, looking at Finn closely.
He was naked.
