She shrugs.
“How do you know I won’t like it?”
Hells, this woman.
Only she would argue with a man while he’s still inside of her.
I want to believe she’s right. If I were an ordinary wolf, I wouldn’t have to wonder. The mate bond would seal us, and there’d be no doubt in my mind that I am not a threat to her. But, given my clan, we’ll never know. And if she’s wrong, I’ll never forgive myself.
She holds my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. And the confidence I find looking back at me is comforting. Even if it is misguided.
“Just this once…” she requests, bringing my mouth down to hers.
She keeps saying that…I’m beginning not to believe her.
But there is no hope of denying her. I’ve never been able to before. Why would it be any different now?
I am putty in her hands. Onlyherhands.
I nod.
“Okay,” and her hands slide up to my throat.
The dampener tightens, as if it knows her intention, but I do not stop her.
She reaches around the back, unclamping the heavy metal buckle, and I watch like an idiot as it falls between us.
What follows is a wild blur of teeth and fur, as I shift uncontrollably.
Chapter30
Nice, Normal People
IRIS
“Elliot?”
My voice feels too loud in the deadly quiet of my room, but he hasn’t moved in almost a minute, and I’m starting to worry that removing the dampener was a mistake.
“Elliot,” I prompt for the fifth time. “I need you to say something.”
I know he hears me because he is staring at me. Those same soft, perdoit eyes contrasting with his dark fur, but his only answer is a guttural sound deep in his chest.
“No,” I say. “I want words.”
He growls again, and I roll my eyes.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I took the choker off. But it wasn’t this.
His transformation was fast. So fast, he didn’t even have time to remove himself from between my legs.
Of all things, I never expected it to be so hot. Maybe even hotter than before.
Elliot’s wolf is beautiful. Dark and sleek, like his human form, and muscular beyond anything I ever thought possible. His hands are huge, capped with dark claws that rival my own, and his teeth gleam as he pants.
I rub my hands through his thick fur, doing my best to ease the tension in his back, but it’s no use. He is fixated. And I think I know why.
The wolf’s dick is massive.
