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the warm spurts inside her, the tense and twitching muscles beneath her fingers, signaling Michael’s own climax.
He’d come as quickly as she had. Thank God. Otherwise she’d have been embarrassed to have lasted so short a time. Maybe this meant she did to him what he did to her. How long would she have to wait before they were both ready to try that again? Only this time have it last just a bit longer.
He stopped moving above her, tight shoulders relaxing. Then his teeth released her, and he leapt from the bed like it was on fire.
The sudden lack of body heat and shock of cold left her confused.
What the—?
The long howl outside bolted her straight up. Panic flung her from the bed and had her running nearly naked, but for her stretched panties, toward him.
There he stood, naked in the sunlight. Back straight and tight. Sweat glistening in the light, highlighting the muscles of his body as he angled his face up and howled at a moon that wasn’t in the sky yet.
His body shimmered, and long, coarse hairs began poking through the pores of his skin.
For the second time, Shelley watched his body change shape, cringing at the sounds of breaking bones, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. When he fell forward his hands were already paws, his long, bushy tail returned, and his face lengthened into the furry muzzle of the wolf.
Change complete, the wolf shook himself off as though it had just hopped out of a pool, sniffed the air, and spotted her.
Shelley smiled when Michael yipped and trotted over, big smile back on his yap. She bent down to scratch his ears when he rubbed against her like a cat.
“Yeah, I missed you, too,” she said when he licked her face. “Let’s go inside.”
Michael yipped again and followed her, nails clicking on the floorboards. Shelley didn’t know how long it would take for him to change back, but if it was as long as before, she’d definitely be able to go another round before the sun went down, and maybe even get the chain removed.
Michael hopped into the bed where they’d made love, sniffed, circled, and settled down while she picked up his T-shirt from the floor and put it on. It went down to her midthigh. She thought it looked good on her.
She raised the cotton to her nose, smelled, and grinned. The scent was completely his.
Michael yipped at her impatiently, tail thumping the mattress.
“All right, I’m coming.” She put her knees on the bed and settled in, scratching Michael’s ears when he placed his front paws over her belly. Protectively? Possessively?
Because she’d gotten more than enough sleep already, having another nap was not an option. But her body was a little achy and in need of rest, so Shelley leaned back against the headboard and passed the time stroking Michael’s neck and ears, happier than she ever felt.
Chapter Seven
Shelley jerked back into reality at the sound of Michael’s low growl.
It seemed to be taking Michael a bit longer than last time to change back, so she’d gone snooping again. She’d found a book to read in his nightstand, and although spy thrillers weren’t her thing, between putting on dabs of the skin cream on her chained ankle, she’d gotten lost in the story until Michael jolted her out.
He still lay half on top of her, and she felt the vibrations of the sound all over her before she even looked at him.
His eyes were glowing, lips pulled up to reveal his teeth on his long face, which was bent low. His hackles were raised so high it was like a mohawk was running down his back.
He glared and snarled at the open door.
She’d left it open to let in a stronger breeze than what his windows would allow. It hadn’t bothered him before.
Shelley threaded her fingers through Michael’s raised hair, attempting to lower it as she shifted him off and climbed out of bed. “Shh, hey, there’s nothing there.”
Michael didn’t calm down. He barked and leapt from the bed, standing in front of her and still snarling in the
He’d come as quickly as she had. Thank God. Otherwise she’d have been embarrassed to have lasted so short a time. Maybe this meant she did to him what he did to her. How long would she have to wait before they were both ready to try that again? Only this time have it last just a bit longer.
He stopped moving above her, tight shoulders relaxing. Then his teeth released her, and he leapt from the bed like it was on fire.
The sudden lack of body heat and shock of cold left her confused.
What the—?
The long howl outside bolted her straight up. Panic flung her from the bed and had her running nearly naked, but for her stretched panties, toward him.
There he stood, naked in the sunlight. Back straight and tight. Sweat glistening in the light, highlighting the muscles of his body as he angled his face up and howled at a moon that wasn’t in the sky yet.
His body shimmered, and long, coarse hairs began poking through the pores of his skin.
For the second time, Shelley watched his body change shape, cringing at the sounds of breaking bones, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. When he fell forward his hands were already paws, his long, bushy tail returned, and his face lengthened into the furry muzzle of the wolf.
Change complete, the wolf shook himself off as though it had just hopped out of a pool, sniffed the air, and spotted her.
Shelley smiled when Michael yipped and trotted over, big smile back on his yap. She bent down to scratch his ears when he rubbed against her like a cat.
“Yeah, I missed you, too,” she said when he licked her face. “Let’s go inside.”
Michael yipped again and followed her, nails clicking on the floorboards. Shelley didn’t know how long it would take for him to change back, but if it was as long as before, she’d definitely be able to go another round before the sun went down, and maybe even get the chain removed.
Michael hopped into the bed where they’d made love, sniffed, circled, and settled down while she picked up his T-shirt from the floor and put it on. It went down to her midthigh. She thought it looked good on her.
She raised the cotton to her nose, smelled, and grinned. The scent was completely his.
Michael yipped at her impatiently, tail thumping the mattress.
“All right, I’m coming.” She put her knees on the bed and settled in, scratching Michael’s ears when he placed his front paws over her belly. Protectively? Possessively?
Because she’d gotten more than enough sleep already, having another nap was not an option. But her body was a little achy and in need of rest, so Shelley leaned back against the headboard and passed the time stroking Michael’s neck and ears, happier than she ever felt.
Chapter Seven
Shelley jerked back into reality at the sound of Michael’s low growl.
It seemed to be taking Michael a bit longer than last time to change back, so she’d gone snooping again. She’d found a book to read in his nightstand, and although spy thrillers weren’t her thing, between putting on dabs of the skin cream on her chained ankle, she’d gotten lost in the story until Michael jolted her out.
He still lay half on top of her, and she felt the vibrations of the sound all over her before she even looked at him.
His eyes were glowing, lips pulled up to reveal his teeth on his long face, which was bent low. His hackles were raised so high it was like a mohawk was running down his back.
He glared and snarled at the open door.
She’d left it open to let in a stronger breeze than what his windows would allow. It hadn’t bothered him before.
Shelley threaded her fingers through Michael’s raised hair, attempting to lower it as she shifted him off and climbed out of bed. “Shh, hey, there’s nothing there.”
Michael didn’t calm down. He barked and leapt from the bed, standing in front of her and still snarling in the
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