Brux’s gaze flickered uncertainly over her face, as though he feared she would recoil now that she knew what he was asking.
Instead, Kiera took a breath and slid out of his lap.
“Come on,” she said.
For a moment he looked so confused—and so heartbreakingly close to being completely lost to his other form—that Kiera wanted to wrap her arms around him and just hold him right there. But she had an idea now, and if she was right, they needed somewhere warmer, softer, and more private than the living area.
She held out her hand to him.
“Come with me,” she said again.
Brux looked at her hand as though he couldn’t quite make sense of it. Then, slowly, he put his much larger hand in hers.
Kiera bit her lip–his skin was hot, almost feverishly so. But even that simple touch seemed to steady him a little, as though the change in him had paused just enough for him to follow her.
She led him down the curved hallway toward the bedroom, her pulse hammering with nerves and fear and something else she didn’t want to examine too closely. Maybe excitement? Need? Once inside the bedroom, she turned to face him.
Brux stood in the middle of the room, big and tense and half—wild, his eyes still mostly gold, glowing like twin suns in the dim light. His massive chest heaved with each ragged breath–the fur along his jawline thick and dark and his fangs still too prominent.
He was a barely contained storm of primal power, and every instinct in Kiera’s body screamed that she should be afraid.
But she wasn’t. Not of him. To her, she was still just Buck–the big, protective wolf she’d been living and sleeping with for weeks now. Buck in another form wasn’t scary–he was someone she cared about and wanted to help–no matter what it took to help him.
“Wait just a minute,” she told him, her voice firmer than she felt.
Then, before she could lose her nerve, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It fell in a soft whisper to the floor. Her bra went next, baring her breasts.
Brux made a sound—half breath, half growl–deep and hungry. His eyes raked over her exposed skin, lingering on the heavy swell of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples already getting tight in the cool air.
Kiera ignored the nervous flutter in her stomach. She pushed off her pants and panties too, kicking them aside, baring herself completely. She felt naked…vulnerable, but not weak.
This wasn’t about embarrassment. This wasn’t even really about desire–though the heat in his gaze made her feel hot and wet between her legs. But right now the only thing that mattered was keeping him with her…keeping him in this form…keeping him from slipping away into something more animal and less himself.
So she got into bed and held out her hand again.
“Come here,” she ordered.
Brux obeyed at once, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbed in beside her. The minute his huge body settled, Kiera wrapped herself around him, pressing her naked flesh to his as closely as she could. She slid one arm around his thick neck, one over the dense fur of his chest, and pressed her bare breasts to him, her hard nipples going even tighter against the coarse texture.
Her legs tangled with his powerful thighs, and she rubbed herself against the hard, unmistakable lengths of him without meaning to—the thick, dual shafts pressing insistently against her belly like twin brands of molten steel—and the contact sent a fierce, electric jolt straight to her pussy.
The full body contact made her whole body come alive and Kiera had to bite back a moan. Brux was burning hot–fever hot. His skin radiated warmth through the fur, and the spicy, masculine scent of his arousal was thick in the air, making her feel dizzy with need.
And there was no missing the fact that both of his shafts were rock—hard and pressing urgently against her belly. But right now she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was grounding the big Monstrum…anchoring him here with her. Using her skin, her scent, and her heat, Kiera hoped she could do it.
So far, it seemed to be working. Brux let out a low, shaking growl of pleasure that vibrated through both of them.
“Thank you,” he said, the words halting but understandable, rough with the effort of speech. “This… helps.”
A wave of relief washed through her–she was doing it! She was holding him in his humanoid form!
“Good,” she whispered, tightening her hold. “Then I’ll keep helping.”
She rubbed herself against him again, deliberately this time, not even stopping when his lower shaft slid down between her pussy lips and rubbed against her aching clit.
The friction made them both gasp and Kiera bit her lip. Was she going too far? But she didn’t want to stop. And besides, Brux needed deep, intimate contact with her to remain in his humanoid form. So she didn’t pull away, even though she was sure he could feel how wet she was…how her body was already slick and ready for him despite the circumstances.
“Feel me,” she murmured against his throat. “Feel how much I want you with me. How much I need you to stay.”
