Vulf seems to smell the arousal his voice caused, because he growls and licks his lips. I glance back to see him in full human form. Why did he change? For me? I hope not. He is a beautiful specimen of man, sure, but give me the wolf, baby.
“Four.” Azuran’s voice makes me jump. He chuckles and, noticing my confusion, adds, “My mansion has four bedrooms.”
With a wave of his hand, the room is illuminated. Frostflakes melt to reveal mirrors lining the walls, which form an octagon around a modestly sized suite drenched in blood red decor. A wide, circular chaise is pushed up against one corner, big enough to host a cuddle puddle of five or six people. Centered in the eight-point room is a bed with grand onyx pillars that soar up to a solid mirror ceiling.
I snort and round on my naughty hosts with an accusing wag of my finger. “I know exactly what you do in this room.”
“You do?” A whine slips through Vulf’s sharp canine teeth, his human form nowhere to be seen. He looks more wolf than werewolf with his tail tucked between his legs, two gray stormclouds peering into my soul. “You aren’t angry? Does it make you want to leave even more?”
“What?”
The vibes are way off. I glance between the two men. Azuran’s colorful eyes host the barest hint of chagrin, but Vulf is downright guilty, like those videos of dogs after they eat a whole plate of cookies.
“He assumes you meant you know we’ve been watching your little parties, and wishes to know if that would scare you away.”
My jaw unhinges from my face and scurries across the floor. I flick my shocked gaze toward the room in question, but what I see stops me short.
From the wall of mirrors, a disheveled woman from the fucking forest of Narnia or some shit stares at me. She has my rich tawny skin and my tattoos. But golden lines run along her skin like veins on a leaf. Vbrant green hair tangles around long, spindly antlers that reach for their reflection on the ceiling.
“May I?”
Azuran’s suave voice jerks a tear from my eye, and I sniffle it away with a nod. I watch the mirror with rapt attention as his fingertips hover over the antlers. I swear the air between his skin and the bone vibrates with energy. When he finally lowers his fingers, the first touch zaps lightning through my goddamn crown chakra, straight to the sexy one in my pelvis. I crumple, headed for the floor, only to be caught on both sides by slabs of muscle.
The furry wall of muscle to my back makes that lovely sound that reminds me of the music I use to fall asleep after a long day. Thunderstorms and rainfall and a general sense of calm. I lean into it, pleased to find that Vulf’s chest vibrates with the sound. I turn my head and nuzzle his fuzzy yet solid-as-granite pec.
“You’re like a bed.” I inhale, and the scent of raw masculine sex mixed with the sweet aftermath of a storm sends rainbowssoaring past my closed eyelids. My fingers flex around Azuran’s smooth crystalline skin, and I curl deeper into Vulf’s fur, but my antlers get caught on something.
I grumble. The moment shatters. Pushing through the barricade of monsters, I briefly consider how dirty the sheets are before flopping onto the bed. Azuran seems the cleanly type; besides, I’ve probably taken more loads than any one bed before, and a piece of me is strongly considering slurping down a few more by the end of the night. Day. Whatever it is.
But still, I want to know… “What am I?”
Chapter Six
Terra
Ihate the way my voice breaks, hate the way it sounds opposite of the pretty reflection staring down at me from the ceiling. The woman above me seems like the type of gal who wouldn’t let a little lady-napping keep her from riding those perfect Wizard Daddy lips. Me? I have all this human conditioning to conquer before I’m allowed to have any fun. “What’s going on?”
Vulf’s reverberating rumble winds around me, calming my nerves like magic. Fuck, it probably is magic. He sinks to the floor beside my legs.
“Yes, that is an interesting development.” Azuran paces the bed, his steps so light he might as well be a feather floating on the breeze. “You are a changeling.”
“A changeling? Like those babies swapped by the fae?”
“Exactly, my dear,” Azuran lies back on the opposite side of the bed, facing me. “You were never human to begin with.”
Never human to begin with.
I stare up at the woman on the ceiling, observing me with passive interest now. My hand drifts skyward, reaching for her, then drops to where antler meets skin.
“I’ve always had headaches. Awful migraines, really, sometimes I call in to work and stay in bed all day.”
“Your true self trying to break free.” Azuran’s voice is light and airy and full of wonder. “Begging to be seen.”
“We see you,” Vulf offers from my feet.
I snort and bolt upright. “Yeah, you’ve been seeing me for a while now, apparently.” Honestly, I’m more annoyed at how that knowledge turns me on than I am with their actions. “Spying on me!”
Vulf whimpers. Two wolfish ears sprout from his head, pointed back in the canine universal for shame. Aww. I instantly feel bad, even though I’m totally in the right.
