Wait, he’s threatening violence. Fuck him. I’ll give as good as I get.
He shifts, and just below his hips, something hardens against my lower stomach. The heat between us is a blazing, stifling warmth that goes further than skin-deep. I feel it deep in my core.
I feel it everywhere.
. . . what am I giving and getting again?
I shake my head at myself and lift my chin so that I’m looking right into those starlit, mysterious eyes of his. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Avian. Threaten me again, though,” my hand drops fast and hard, and I can’t help but let my nails dig into the thick outline beneath his pants, “and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to your friends like a puppy snack.”
His jaw twitches as a groan stifles from his clenched teeth.
I shove past his arm. He stumbles back from me. All while I walk away with the attention of every single person heavy against my skin. I feel all of their gazes individually.
But I feel his awareness most of all.
And I have to force myself not to look back.
Part of me wishes I did tell Avian what he wanted to know. And maybe if he hadn’t been a complete wolf’s ass about it, I might have.
Really, I don’t think I could stand the distraction though so it’s for the best.
Emotions and magic drum through me in tune with the music far below. I stare up at the nearly full moon with frustration and an aching want to succeed.
“Why am I so bad at the one thing that should come naturally?” I ask the goddess.
My jaw clenches as I continue to scowl up at her. Cool wind twirls my loose, blonde hair, and I try to think through the process of shifting.
Nearly all my life I was taught to keep my beast locked away. I’ve hidden it so well, I no longer know the creature that lives inside myself.
Emotions play a big part in shifting. I can tell I’m closer to my beast when I’m angry. I’d imagine it’s the same if you’re overly excited or happy. I’ve even heard of couples shifting in the heat of the moment and doing it like dogs in the most carnal form of primal need.
A shiver shakes through me, and I don’t know why the idea of it turns me on slightly.
Animal sex: that’s my kink.
“Goddess help me,” I whisper exhaustedly.
The bizarre idea does trigger something in me. Nothing sexual... I hope.
But at the thought of being more primal to be closer to my beast, I hesitantly reach for the hem of my shirt. The sound of laughter and drums whisper through the distance.
I’m alone.
No one can see me or the weird fucking things I may or may not do when I’m alone.
Even if I’m currently judging myself for being a borderline creep in this moment.
I pull the shirt off and shove my jeans down my legs. A shiver of the cold wind licking my skin quivers through my body, and I try to ignore my thoughts as I kick the clothes a few feet away. I can now feel the essence of the moonlight against my skin.
Okay.
Naked.
Naked as a fucking jaybird... or a wolf.
I hope.
More sounds of rejoicing from below can be heard, and I steal a glance over the black-bricked edge of the building to spot the people in the garden.
