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first brought her here. She recalled the pressure of his lips, his tongue seeking entrance, wanting to touch hers.
Had she responded as he deserved? Had she touched him enough to satisfy herself?
Gwen figured she hadn’t.
An artist might as well have sculpted his smooth pecs and torso, they were that masculine and perfect, his nipples the color of damp earth. Remembering the odd circles on his fingertips, Gwen studied his navel, a small half-moon, similar in shape to the bellybuttons of people on this side.
She didn’t linger there. Once more, his erect cock captured her full attention, the root of it surrounded by a nest of dark curls, his ruddy balls plump and lightly furred.
His powerful thighs tightened; so did his calves as he shifted his weight. Was he going to come to her now? Would he mount her in front of Staci? Gwen weakened even more, not minding that in the least, desiring everything he could give.
He turned to the bedroom doorway.
Gwen leaned up. The mattress shifted and squeaked with her weight. “What is it?”
“One of them,” he answered.
She didn’t ask “Who?” sensing he was referring to another man like the one who’d attacked her in the alley.
“What’s he talking about?” Staci cried.
Ignoring her cousin, Gwen asked, “Do you hear him?” The only sounds she caught were the rain and Staci’s frightened panting.
“Not yet…but his scent is growing stronger.” Kuma lifted his face and sniffed the dank air.
Not about to press him for details, Gwen murmured, “Don’t you worry. I have a gun. I’ll blow his fucking head off.”
Kuma regarded her weapon on the bed, its metal dull yet deadly in the lamp’s weak light. “No. He’s mine. The same as the other. They’ll pay for what they did.”
Before Gwen could ask what in the hell he was talking about, Staci gasped, “Oh my God.”
Gwen’s mouth sagged open, but no words or sounds escaped. The hair on Kuma’s legs, thighs, torso and arms grew at frigging warp speed, becoming longer, denser, resembling dark brown fur. His limbs shrank, so did his hands. His nails turned into claws. The physical agony it caused him was evident in his strangled growls, while his face…
Jesus .
His lips, now black, pulled away from his teeth, no longer human but that of a predator, his canines long and deadly.
He dropped to all fours as the transformation continued, elongating his nose into a snout, turning his body into that of a formidable wolf. In a corner of Gwen’s mind, she heard Staci’s frightened moans and hoped to God her cousin didn’t make any sudden moves. Gwen knew she should have reached for her revolver, just in case, but didn’t. The thought of shooting Kuma…harming or killing him…wasn’t something she figured she could do.
He sniffed the air as he’d done when in human form, then trotted into the hall, his tail swishing, the end of it curling around the jamb.
“Hey,” Staci shouted, grabbing Gwen’s arm before she could reach the doorway and follow. “Where are you going?”
“Stay here. Shut the door and lock it. Take this—use it if you have to.” She pushed her gun into Staci’s hand.
“What? Wait!”
Gwen couldn’t. Naked, she ran down the hall toward the front door, then stopped, not seeing Kuma there. Backing up several steps, Gwen peered into Staci’s room. The dangling beads on the girl’s vintage lamps created smudges of colors—red, yellow, green, blue—on the ceiling and walls. Her bed’s scarlet comforter was undisturbed, no indentations from Kuma’s paws to say he’d jumped on it to glance out the window.
Gwen checked the hall bath next, squinting at the bright fluorescent light. He wasn’t in the shower, trying to see out the small window at the top of it.
In the kitchen, she found him. He paced in front of the locked back door, his nails clicking against the gold-flecked linoleum.
“You don’t have to go out there,” she said.
He bared his teeth and growled.
She
Had she responded as he deserved? Had she touched him enough to satisfy herself?
Gwen figured she hadn’t.
An artist might as well have sculpted his smooth pecs and torso, they were that masculine and perfect, his nipples the color of damp earth. Remembering the odd circles on his fingertips, Gwen studied his navel, a small half-moon, similar in shape to the bellybuttons of people on this side.
She didn’t linger there. Once more, his erect cock captured her full attention, the root of it surrounded by a nest of dark curls, his ruddy balls plump and lightly furred.
His powerful thighs tightened; so did his calves as he shifted his weight. Was he going to come to her now? Would he mount her in front of Staci? Gwen weakened even more, not minding that in the least, desiring everything he could give.
He turned to the bedroom doorway.
Gwen leaned up. The mattress shifted and squeaked with her weight. “What is it?”
“One of them,” he answered.
She didn’t ask “Who?” sensing he was referring to another man like the one who’d attacked her in the alley.
“What’s he talking about?” Staci cried.
Ignoring her cousin, Gwen asked, “Do you hear him?” The only sounds she caught were the rain and Staci’s frightened panting.
“Not yet…but his scent is growing stronger.” Kuma lifted his face and sniffed the dank air.
Not about to press him for details, Gwen murmured, “Don’t you worry. I have a gun. I’ll blow his fucking head off.”
Kuma regarded her weapon on the bed, its metal dull yet deadly in the lamp’s weak light. “No. He’s mine. The same as the other. They’ll pay for what they did.”
Before Gwen could ask what in the hell he was talking about, Staci gasped, “Oh my God.”
Gwen’s mouth sagged open, but no words or sounds escaped. The hair on Kuma’s legs, thighs, torso and arms grew at frigging warp speed, becoming longer, denser, resembling dark brown fur. His limbs shrank, so did his hands. His nails turned into claws. The physical agony it caused him was evident in his strangled growls, while his face…
Jesus .
His lips, now black, pulled away from his teeth, no longer human but that of a predator, his canines long and deadly.
He dropped to all fours as the transformation continued, elongating his nose into a snout, turning his body into that of a formidable wolf. In a corner of Gwen’s mind, she heard Staci’s frightened moans and hoped to God her cousin didn’t make any sudden moves. Gwen knew she should have reached for her revolver, just in case, but didn’t. The thought of shooting Kuma…harming or killing him…wasn’t something she figured she could do.
He sniffed the air as he’d done when in human form, then trotted into the hall, his tail swishing, the end of it curling around the jamb.
“Hey,” Staci shouted, grabbing Gwen’s arm before she could reach the doorway and follow. “Where are you going?”
“Stay here. Shut the door and lock it. Take this—use it if you have to.” She pushed her gun into Staci’s hand.
“What? Wait!”
Gwen couldn’t. Naked, she ran down the hall toward the front door, then stopped, not seeing Kuma there. Backing up several steps, Gwen peered into Staci’s room. The dangling beads on the girl’s vintage lamps created smudges of colors—red, yellow, green, blue—on the ceiling and walls. Her bed’s scarlet comforter was undisturbed, no indentations from Kuma’s paws to say he’d jumped on it to glance out the window.
Gwen checked the hall bath next, squinting at the bright fluorescent light. He wasn’t in the shower, trying to see out the small window at the top of it.
In the kitchen, she found him. He paced in front of the locked back door, his nails clicking against the gold-flecked linoleum.
“You don’t have to go out there,” she said.
He bared his teeth and growled.
She
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