Chapter 6
The Challenge
Conor’s stomach flipped and his palms began to sweat. He’d longed to hear her say “yes.” Prayed she would say “yes.” But never in his existence had he really believed she would. Anna Davis was the most stubborn woman he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Her curvaceous figure and ample breasts might have been what he first noticed about Anna, but her conviction to her ideals had been the reason he’d fallen in love with her.
He’d kept his expectations low, having been resolved to the idea he would probably have to go on without her in this world. But she’d said “yes.”
“Are you sure?” Mentally, he kicked himself in the ass for not just sinking his teeth into her, but he didn’t want Anna to feel coerced. He wanted to make sure she was certain. “If you say yes again, I won’t give you another option.”
His gut clamped into a contracted ball as he waited for her to respond.
She leaned back far enough for him to see her large brown eyes blink once. Her lips parted in a soft sigh. “Yes, Conor Evans. Yes.”
Conor had never been a sappy or sentimental man, but he wanted to roar his joy loud enough to shake the trees. Instead, he pulled Anna close again. “Oh Anna, my Anna. My love,” he murmured, his cheek pressed to hers. “I’ve waited so long.”
“Will it hurt?” Her lips brushed his jaw. “I want this, Conor. Mostly, I want you. But I’m scared.”
“I’ll make it as quick and painless as I can. The pain fades.” He kissed her neck, nipping lightly as she tensed in his grasp. He would have to partially shift in order for the bite to be effective. It was one of the reasons they usually gave the chosen a sedative before proceeding. The actual change took twenty-four to forty-eight hours to complete, and the transformed human felt a burn as the lycanosapian’s bite and blood destroyed and rebuilt their DNA structure.
“You should let me give you something to help you sleep through the process. It will make things easier.”
Anna’s mouth quirked into a simple smile. “Aren’t you the one who accused me of always taking the easy route? No, Conor. If I’m going to do this, I’m doing it with my eyes wide open. No sleeping through a minute of my life. Not anymore.”
Looking deep into her eyes, he tried to pour all the love and pride he felt into his gaze. He gently kissed her, pulling her into an embrace. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, Anna. I’ve dreamed of you so long. I can’t believe you’re finally in my arms.”
She climbed his chest, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss of possession. Where their skin touched heat blossomed. When her fingers gripped his erection, he shuddered. He grasped her ass, lifting her slightly, and she moaned her pleasure when his fingers found her swollen heat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face against her breasts. “You’re so goddamn wet. Still so ready.”
She straddled him, and in a brisk downward motion seated his cock deep inside her drenched pussy. The lubricated heat of her sex gripped him tight, driving him to the brink of release. He dug his nails into his own thighs—cutting into his skin—to leash his control.
When she began pistoning her hips against him, he growled, “Anna, stop!”
She froze in place. “Am I doing something wrong?”
Her incredulous expression made him chuckle. “No, just the opposite. You’re going to make me come before I’m ready.”
Anna pursed her lips, a devilish smile tickling the edges. “Tough shit, Sally.” She rocked her hips forward and made a soft “ah” sound, all the while holding his gaze. “Who’s a big, bad wolf?” Humor danced in her eyes.
A flush of heat rushed through Conor. If she kept it up he’d come too quick. Anna might not know it, but she was challenging him. He slid his hands up her back, tracing the curve of her spine, until his fingers laced into her thick, honey-colored hair. Fisting a handful, he yanked her head back with a gentle but firm tug.
Challenge accepted.
He placed his teeth against the apex of her throat and chuffed—the measure enough to make Anna stop moving. Slowly, he scraped his claws against her scalp. She wanted to see a big, bad wolf. He would fucking give her a big, bad wolf. He nibbled at her throat, savoring her racing pulse as it danced on his tongue.
“Conor?” Hesitancy had replaced her mirth.
Anna’s strength, her inner-power drew Conor, but the slight tremor in her voice made him want to fuck her until she cried out for mercy—until she begged him to do it again.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Anna Davis.” He yanked her tight against his chest and felt the first shift of his muscles and bone moving beneath his skin. He nuzzled the space between her collarbone and neck. His tongue slipped past his growing fangs to taste the beads of sweat pooling on her skin. “How you test my control.”
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I can feel you getting bigger inside me. How is that possible?” She leaned back, breaking the skin to skin connection with his chest, and stared at Conor. “You’re… You…” Her eyes titled down his chest and back up to his face.
Conor knew what he must look like to Anna in his anthropomorphic form. Not quite man—not quite wolf—all monster. The shift was necessary forthe changeto take place. His chest rumbled at her scrutiny. “Afraid I’m going to eat you?”
“Yes. No,” she panted. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
His forearms lengthened as he easily lifted her, moving them both until he was on his knees. In a swift motion, he had her shoulders to the ground, her body displayed for him—the warm grip of her pussy held him captive. Her heaving breaths made her clamp around his length. With his cock, painfully hard, buried so deep in her sweet, tight pussy, he knew he could never go back to the loneliness that had consumed him before this moment.
