I kicked off my sweats and wriggled the khakis up my calves and then by some miracle they made it over my thighs. When my tail was worked through the specially made hole in the back, theybuttoned with no problem and sat low on my waist, just below the V of my hips.
Perfect.
Now what shirt was I going to wear?
I flicked through the rows of hangers, past the shirt I wore on our last date and all the Leviathan Fitness T-shirts and tank tops I owned.
There had to be something dressier in here.
My eyes caught on a light pink button-down shirt. It reminded me of the color of Tegan’s cheeks when she blushed.
I snatched it from the hanger and lumbered over to the mirror.
“Come on, fit. Please fit,” I mumbled under my breath as I pulled on the thin piece of material, taking extra care not to snag it with my claws.
I slipped my arms in and shrugged it over my shoulders, holding my breath while I did so.
“Yes!” I shouted as I fumbled with the buttons. Big hands made buttons difficult enough, and when you paired those with claws, it was a tedious task.
I stepped back and admired myself in the mirror, my tail swaying from side to side behind me.
The fur on top of my head curled wildly and I did my best to tame it, but it was a losing battle. Tegan would just get a chance to see me in all my furry glory.
Buzz.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to turn off my alarm.
5:40 p.m.
She should be arriving soon.
I’d prepped all the ingredients for dinner earlier, so I just had to throw everything together, and we’d be good to go.
As I bolted down the stairs to the kitchen, I shook my head.
I still couldn’t believe Tegan sucked me off this morning in the gym.
I figured my knot would be new and my size might be intimidating, but she seemed so turned on by it, giving it everything she had.
Holding her in my lap afterward felt so normal.
So right.
I couldn’t wait to take my time with her tonight. I wanted to show her just how fun a wolven’s textured tongue could be.
I did one last sweep of the kitchen, making sure everything was ready. I’d set us up to eat at the island because it felt cozier than the formal dining room. To be honest, I hated that fucking thing. Most useless room in this entire fucking house.
In fact, a lot of these rooms were fucking useless.
Maybe I should just take the loss and sell the place.
I was worried this stupid McMansion would give Tegan the wrong impression of me.
Sure, I had some money now, but that didn’t change who I was—and it never would.
That was one of Jade’s biggest gripes about me. But Tegan was different.
I could tell from the way she looked at me. The way she laughed. The pride she had in herself. The love she had for her friends.
