Human laws. Wow.
A little thrill zinged through my body. It was confirmed. He wasn’t human. This giant, burly man was something extra. Something stronger. More animalistic. Far more dangerous than a normal man. Far more dangerous than Marty, possibly. And I was in bed with him. A bed that had broken because he’d been so… vigorous. My pussy was sore, but he hadn’t hurt me.
Still, I should be scared after what I’d been through with my soon-to-be-ex husband. Part of me was suddenly a bit nervous, but surprisingly, mostly I was turned on.
Excited.
Happy he trusted me enough to admit it. He hadn’t hidden what he was. He hadn’t tried to skirt around the topic or switch topics entirely. He hadn’t tried to distract me with another orgasm, but his playing with my nipple was certainly turning me on again.
“What is it I’m not supposed to know?” Again, I put a little challenge in my voice. I dared him to tell me because he hadn’t actually said the words.
His lips twitched again, and I remembered how they felt pressed against mine. Lower, too.
“We’re not werewolves–at least we don’t call ourselves that,” he explained. “Werewolves are the monsters of folklore. We’re just another species–wolf shifters.”
My heart beat a little faster at his explanation. We. He was admitting that it wasn’t just him. There was a whole pack of them, like I suspected.
“Don’t be sore at Natalie,” he added. “There are strict pack rules about not letting humans in on our secret.” So Natalie wasn’t a shifter. She hadn’t kept that huge secret from me the entire time we’d been friends. No doubt she learned about them when she moved here to Cooper Valley, too.
Boone molded his large, calloused hand around my breast and squeezed. “How did you figure it out?”
I arched my back, pressing my small breast into his palm. Okay, I was a little distracted. “I saw Rand as a wolf and then shift out of it on the full moon.”
His hand stroked down my side, sliding over the curve of my hip then tucking beneath my ass to squeeze. His gaze lifted to meet mine. Gone was the green hue. “You’re not scared?”
I held his now-brown eyes. “Should I be? Of you? Of any wolf shifter?”
He shook his head. “No, baby. No wolf will ever hurt you. Especially not me.” He trailed kisses along the ribs beneath my breast and up around the side. God, his gentleness was a turn on because I didn’t expect it of him. Someone who’d just broken my bed was brushing my skin with feather light touches.
“Thank you for not lying about it,” I said quietly.
It felt like relief. Like I was now in the inner circle that I’d been barred from before. Maybe it was just all my middle school issues coming to the surface, but I’d hated being left out. No one liked to feel like everyone knew a secret but you.
“Ask me anything, baby,” he said. “I want to explain it all to you.”
Really? “No secrets?”
No making me feel crazy for asking in the first place?
Nope. He wanted me to know.
“No secrets,” he confirmed.
“So you transform during the full moon? Are you… um, compelled to? Are you dangerous when you’re in wolf form?”
Boone’s eyes crinkled like he found me cute. “We can shift anytime, but the urge is stronger with the full moon. It’s not a compulsion to do it if a shifter has control of his wolf. It can be a problem for teen wolves or a shifter who's on edge from anger or lust. Kind of like my dick getting hard. I can get hard watching a sex scene in a movie or waking up in the morning. Both I can control, but around you? My dick’s gonna always be hard. That will be hard to control.” He rolled his hip, and I felt the big, hard truth behind those words.
At the word lust, his eyes turned green again.
Was the moon close to full tonight?
I glanced out the window. No. A half-moon.
“Is that why you grabbed me tonight?” I ventured, my insecurity sinking in again thinking maybe he’d chosen me to… scratch an itch that was unavoidable on or near a full moon, like that morning wood.
His gaze caressed my face as if he was trying to memorize it. Every inch of me. “Yes. I caught your scent in that crowd, and I instantly knew you were mine.”
There it was again–that assertion. Mine.
