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did.”
Before she could question him, the whistle blew and the race began. With considerable reluctance, she looked away from him and turned toward the competitors. The route consisted of a straight line through the woods, and she could easily see them as they hurried through the trees. However, the path was studded with several rocks and felled logs, and the teens needed to keep their wits about them. A couple of the boys fell over themselves in their haste and scrambled to get up. April loped along at a slower pace, but didn’t stumble once.
As the boys saw her progress, they clearly grew desperate to prove themselves. Hurriedly, they all tore off their clothes and dropped to the ground, shifting into their animal selves. As Marci eyed the slim girl, being followed by a pack of snarling predators, she grew tense.
Anton leaned into her and his scent reached inside her, teasing. “This is where she loses the race. Even if she shifts, a hare will never outrun those angry beasts.”
Marci didn’t say a word; she just continued to silently cheer on the girl. As one of the wolves stumbled on a large rock, he knocked against the bear boy and they both careened to the ground in a tumble. As they rolled, they inadvertently took down the coyote with them.
The hare girl just kept her eyes ahead and ran on human legs through the trees.
The remaining wolves chased her. As one of them lunged at her, meaning to scare her, his legs got tangled up with those of the other wolf boy. They, too, fell down, stunned.
“Yes,” Marci whispered, poking Anton in the ribs with her elbow.
“Watch it, lynx,” he teased. “The race isn’t over.”
The coyote disentangled himself from his group of beasts and got back up, swiftly gaining on the girl. Marci jumped up and down, shouting and waving, “Girl power!”
April smiled through ragged breaths. Just as the coyote pounced, she pulled ahead and tumbled across the finish line into Anton’s arms. Marci blew her whistle, signaling the end of the race. The boy shifters all crossed the finish line, remaining in their panting animal forms until their parents could bring them their clothes.
Marci giggled, elated, as April’s parents rushed over and hugged her. Killian brought over medals for first, second, and third places and gathered together the contestants.
Feeling more smug than she should, Marci turned to a scowling Anton. Unable to help herself, she did a little victory dance, wiggling her bottom. “Looks like slow and steady really does win the race. Those boys were so full of testosterone that they forgot to be careful. So much for power and might.”
She was about to go congratulate the girl when Anton grasped her arm and pulled her behind a large tree. Sheltered by the thick trunk, he drew her into a tight embrace. His massive arms encircled her and held her close to his body. Flush against his hard plane of a body, she couldn’t help but be aware of the throbbing length pressing into her belly. He dug his hands into her hair, messing up her tight ponytail and gently pulled her head back so her neck was exposed to him. He leaned in and whispered against her ear. “Be careful how you play, cicuskám . You don’t wish to toy with a man like me.” He ground his hips against her, and his cock seared her through her clothes, like the touch of a hot poker. “And as you can see, power and might are very good for some things.”
He held her for a moment, and then released her abruptly, pushing himself away. Running a hand over his open mouth, he turned and stalked over to congratulate the competitors. His behavior seemed to shock him as much as it did her.
And just like that, Marci’s self-control evaporated. As her lynx rejoiced at the close contact with the hot tiger man, Marci wobbled on her feet and her vision clouded. Her womb contracted and moisture gathered along her seam. Shivers flew up and down her arms, even under her windbreaker, making her whole body feel
Before she could question him, the whistle blew and the race began. With considerable reluctance, she looked away from him and turned toward the competitors. The route consisted of a straight line through the woods, and she could easily see them as they hurried through the trees. However, the path was studded with several rocks and felled logs, and the teens needed to keep their wits about them. A couple of the boys fell over themselves in their haste and scrambled to get up. April loped along at a slower pace, but didn’t stumble once.
As the boys saw her progress, they clearly grew desperate to prove themselves. Hurriedly, they all tore off their clothes and dropped to the ground, shifting into their animal selves. As Marci eyed the slim girl, being followed by a pack of snarling predators, she grew tense.
Anton leaned into her and his scent reached inside her, teasing. “This is where she loses the race. Even if she shifts, a hare will never outrun those angry beasts.”
Marci didn’t say a word; she just continued to silently cheer on the girl. As one of the wolves stumbled on a large rock, he knocked against the bear boy and they both careened to the ground in a tumble. As they rolled, they inadvertently took down the coyote with them.
The hare girl just kept her eyes ahead and ran on human legs through the trees.
The remaining wolves chased her. As one of them lunged at her, meaning to scare her, his legs got tangled up with those of the other wolf boy. They, too, fell down, stunned.
“Yes,” Marci whispered, poking Anton in the ribs with her elbow.
“Watch it, lynx,” he teased. “The race isn’t over.”
The coyote disentangled himself from his group of beasts and got back up, swiftly gaining on the girl. Marci jumped up and down, shouting and waving, “Girl power!”
April smiled through ragged breaths. Just as the coyote pounced, she pulled ahead and tumbled across the finish line into Anton’s arms. Marci blew her whistle, signaling the end of the race. The boy shifters all crossed the finish line, remaining in their panting animal forms until their parents could bring them their clothes.
Marci giggled, elated, as April’s parents rushed over and hugged her. Killian brought over medals for first, second, and third places and gathered together the contestants.
Feeling more smug than she should, Marci turned to a scowling Anton. Unable to help herself, she did a little victory dance, wiggling her bottom. “Looks like slow and steady really does win the race. Those boys were so full of testosterone that they forgot to be careful. So much for power and might.”
She was about to go congratulate the girl when Anton grasped her arm and pulled her behind a large tree. Sheltered by the thick trunk, he drew her into a tight embrace. His massive arms encircled her and held her close to his body. Flush against his hard plane of a body, she couldn’t help but be aware of the throbbing length pressing into her belly. He dug his hands into her hair, messing up her tight ponytail and gently pulled her head back so her neck was exposed to him. He leaned in and whispered against her ear. “Be careful how you play, cicuskám . You don’t wish to toy with a man like me.” He ground his hips against her, and his cock seared her through her clothes, like the touch of a hot poker. “And as you can see, power and might are very good for some things.”
He held her for a moment, and then released her abruptly, pushing himself away. Running a hand over his open mouth, he turned and stalked over to congratulate the competitors. His behavior seemed to shock him as much as it did her.
And just like that, Marci’s self-control evaporated. As her lynx rejoiced at the close contact with the hot tiger man, Marci wobbled on her feet and her vision clouded. Her womb contracted and moisture gathered along her seam. Shivers flew up and down her arms, even under her windbreaker, making her whole body feel
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