Page 29 of Bewitching the Wolf

“Eghh, why can’t that blabbing orc keep his mouth shut?” I grumble.

“It’s his duty to let me know what’s going on with you, Jax. I can understand why Tippy is miffed by your behavior, but she’s prepared to overlook it.”

I fall silent. Of course Otis had to tell Traggar that I was way out of line. It was a clear example of a lack of wolf/human integration. I’d planned to go and apologize to Tippy before I came down to level three today, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

If I’m honest, part of the problem is my bruised ego,

Skinny, she called me. And to think I’d hoped she might have feelings for me. Yeah, she did. Pity, most likely.

But there’s another problem. A bigger problem. This morning I woke up with a huge boner.

What’s more, it’s not the boner I used to have.

Oh, fuck no.

This is something else completely.

When I woke up, I realized my dick had changed. My erection stuck straight up, a good inch or so longer than before. When I pulled back the coverlet, I saw the skin drawn tight, the shaft mapped with veins, the head swollen and shaped more like a fleshy arrowhead than my human cock ever was.

But it was the huge swelling at the base that had me staring in shock.

Beneath it, my ball sac looked small in comparison.

I fingered my way gingerly to the base and squeezed. Waves of intense pleasure flooded through me.

And then I realized what was happening.

My wolf anatomy was overriding my human genitalia. Is that what had been happening when I lay sprawled between Tippy’s legs last night?

My arousal had certainly felt overpowering.

Holding my breath, I stroked up and down my cock, instinctively squeezing my knot.

Immediately, wildly inappropriate images of fucking Tippy—no, worse, rutting Tippy—flooded my brain. I could almost feel my cock pounding into her while she squirmed and cried out ecstatically. I let out a strangled groan as copious amounts of precum spilled onto my fingers; way more than my human cock ever produced.

The pleasure was infinitely more intense than jacking off my human cock. My fingers slid in the slick of my precum as I fisted my shaft aggressively, grunting as I felt the pleasure peaking.

The temptation to come was overwhelming.

But then I’d remembered where I was. On the couch in the sheriff’s house, with Otis’s mom likely to walk in with a plate of eggs and bacon at any moment.

That was enough to make my wolf dick wilt real fast.

But of course, I can’t tell Traggar any of this. It’s way too embarrassing.

“I thought wolves and wixens were arch enemies,” I croak instead.

To my surprise, Traggar just shrugs. “There’s a somewhat petty rivalry between wolves and wixens that’s been around since the rebellion. But in recent months, given the gravity of the situation we’re facing, Felicia and I have been working to put our differences aside.”

“Felicia— as in Tippy’s aunt?”

Traggar nods.

“I’ve never met her,” I mutter. That’s always been another thorn in my side: that Tippy has never introduced me to any of her family. Not that I ever asked, of course.

“Felicia is a mature and extremely wise wixen,” Traggar says. “We older generation see the sense in pooling our resources. Wolves and wixens will be more powerful working together than alone. So we’ve agreed on a deal.”

I sit back down. “What kind of deal?”