He was on me before the fabric hit the floor. He kissed me with a hunger that was almost desperate, teeth clashing, hands on my face like he was trying to memorize the shape of me before something took it away. His fingers found the back of my neck, and he ran a thumb along the edge of the mark, sending a pulse of electricity all the way to my core.
He shoved me backward onto the furs, his weight pinning me so hard the breath shot out of my lungs. The wolf in him wascloser to the surface than ever, but he fought it, made every move slow and deliberate. His tongue traced my collarbone, down to the hollow between my breasts, and his hands mapped every rib, every curve, every inch. I clawed at his shirt, wanted it off, needed his skin against mine. He obliged, tearing it with one hand, the buttons flying off and pinging off the bedposts.
I ran my hands over his chest, felt the corded muscle, the old scars, the pulse hammering under his skin. He wasn’t just hot—he radiated, every inch of him stoked by the same fire now crawling through my own veins. I bucked my hips against his, grinding, desperate, and he let out a snarl that was more sound than word.
He kissed me again, slower this time, tongue moving like he wanted to drag the soul out of my body. His hand slipped between my legs, fingers rough but practiced, finding the heat and slickness there. He groaned, deep in his throat, then pulled back, just a few inches, to look me in the eyes.
“You want the wolf?” he said. “Or do you want me?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Both. All of it. No hiding.”
He grinned, a flash of teeth, and in the next second, he was inside me. The first thrust was gentle, almost reverent, but the next was harder, his control slipping. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails into the thick muscle, wanting to leave marks of my own. He moved inside me with increasing violence, each stroke deeper, his breathing gone ragged.
His teeth found my shoulder and bit—not enough to break skin, but enough to promise it could happen at any second. I gasped, the pain sharp and real, mixing with the pleasure in a way that made my head spin.
“More,” I said. “Don’t stop.”
He bit harder, and I felt the skin break; a hot sting followed by a bloom of wet. He licked the wound, then bit again, higher up,claiming every inch of flesh he could reach. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging so deep I knew I’d be bruised for days.
I started to come, slow at first, then fast and brutal, a tidal wave that made my vision go white. He didn’t slow down, fucking me through it, the motion growing erratic as something inside him snapped.
Then I heard it—the low, guttural growl that had nothing human in it. His whole body tensed, every muscle gone granite, and his back arched, spine flexing in a way that looked almost painful. I watched his face as it started to change: the jaw jutting, the cheekbones sharpening, the canines lengthening into points. His eyes rolled back, then snapped forward, glowing so bright they seemed to light the whole room.
He pulled out, just for a second, and I saw his cock—swollen, slick, the base already flaring wider than before. I turned over onto all fours and looked back. He gripped his cock with one hand and pushed back inside me, the stretch so intense I thought I’d break. He fucked me with the force of something that didn’t care about the rules of men, and I welcomed every second.
His hands changed next: the fingers thickened, nails blackening and curving into claws, the hair crawling up his wrists. He tore the fur throw beneath us, shredded it, then grabbed my thighs and pulled them open wider, the claws raking the skin but never quite drawing blood.
My own body started to change in response. I felt it first in my teeth—an ache, then a sudden lengthening. My tongue flicked along the new points, and I moaned, the sound more animal than woman. My nails sharpened, and I dragged them down the mattress, shredding it easily.
He roared—no other word for it—and started to shift in earnest. The bones cracked, the arms lengthening, fur erupting along his shoulders, neck, and chest. His face twisted, the snoutpushing forward, and I should have been terrified, but all I felt was awe, raw and complete.
He kept fucking me through the change, his cock growing impossibly thicker, the flare at the base swelling and locking him inside me. The pain was exquisite, a razor-wire pleasure that made my whole body convulse.
He came, finally, with a howl that shattered the glass on the nightstand. The knot inside me pulsed and swelled, and I came again, this time so hard I blacked out for a second.
When I came to, we were still joined, his new body hunched over mine, chest heaving. The fur was silver, the eyes wild and bright, and his mouth dripped with saliva, tongue lolling as he panted.
He nuzzled my face, then licked the wounds on my shoulder and neck, the roughness of his tongue sending aftershocks through my whole body.
I stroked the fur along his arms, letting my fingers tangle in it, and he responded by grinding into me, a slow, insistent movement that kept the knot inside me tight and throbbing.
I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay like this—locked, claimed, me all wolf now.
“Shivs,” I whispered, and the wolf’s ears flicked, catching the sound.
He lowered his head to my throat, then bit down, this time with real force, and I felt the mate bond ignite like a second sun inside my chest. I screamed, but it was joy, not fear. Then we let out a joint howl that I was sure could be heard across the state.
We stayed that way for hours, joined and unmoving, the bond knotting tighter with every heartbeat.
I lost track of time. At some point, I realized my own body had changed further—the muscles thickened, the skin roughened, and a fine auburn fur started to sprout along my arms and shoulders. My face felt different, the jaw heavier, the nose moresensitive. Every sound, every smell, every touch was amplified to the point of madness.
When the knot finally softened, he pulled out, slow and careful, and collapsed next to me. I rolled to face him, and for a moment, neither of us moved. We just breathed, the sound of it echoing off the high ceilings, our bodies still buzzing with power.
He shifted back first, the fur retracting, the bones snapping into place with a series of pops. He looked at me, naked and bleeding and new, and grinned.
“You did it,” he said, voice rough but proud.
I touched my face, felt the new contours, the heat under my skin. “So did you,” I said and shifted back into the woman he’d known for not very long.
