“This is not the way to get my clothes off, Killian!”
A dark flash kept whisking by me. Snapping at my dress and my legs.
“This isn’t funny and this isn’t sexy!” I shouted angrily. The moon glowed overhead, and my fury flowed through me.
Claws curved from my fingers.
Ouch! He’d just bitten my left butt cheek again!
Oh, it wason…
He threw back his head and howled and then grinned at me in wolf form. He was wolf-laughing at me. That son of a bitch.
I lunged at him, chasing. Futilely on two legs at first and then...
On all fours.
It happened so fast I didn’t even notice. I staggered, caught myself, and looked around wildly. The night came alive, ablaze with scents and sounds. The loamy smell of earth, the green smell of crushed leaves, the tempting scent of squirrels, all meaty and…
I wanted to eat a squirrel?
Killian’s wolf turned and looked my way.
That cheeky bastard. He’d provoked me into shifting.
I gave chase to him, and he took off. He was holding back, letting me keep up just enough.
The chase was exhilarating though. Running through the forest got my adrenaline pumping through me and I immediately understood why every dog I’d ever met was so thrilled to run free. It was the runner’s high on steroids.
Abruptly, Killian stopped and I barreled into him. We rolled into a playful spiral together.
The fur melted away again, my bones re-formed themselves, painlessly this time, and there was only flesh between us, the two of us naked and the moonlight being the only thing letting us enjoy the sight of one another.
We were both giggling as he held me, and he planted a kiss right on my lips. It didn’t take long for me to melt into that kiss and for it to become something far more.
“I like you like this,” he murmured.
“Naked, kinda dirty, and in your arms?”
“Exactly.”
His fingers trailing down my arm ignited goose bumps all over me. The fire for him so easily went from a low, flickering burn to an insatiable inferno. I kissed him right back, my fingers going through his hair, his hands cupping my buttocks. I climbed on top of him and relished the friction between our bodies. He brought one hand around to cup my pussy, a thumb on my clit, and I shuddered with delight for him.
I reached between us and found his cock, already so rock hard for me. Just like how I felt the need for him, it was clear that the desire was mutual.
He shuddered ever so slightly as I ran my hand up and down his length.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?” he whispered.
“What makes you think that?”
“How you’re inching it closer and closer to your sweet pussy.”
“Maybe I like teasing you.”
“I think you’re just teasing yourself if you’re going to hold back this long, Daphne.”
He wasn’t wrong. I loved building up the anticipation.
