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huffed in her mind. Elaine, look into my eyes , he said, gazing deeply into the yellow of her eyes that had replaced the soft brown tone. Remember.
She kept growling and squirming but didn’t avert her gaze. Trent kept talking to her mind, quiet and calming, just as she’d have talked to Rainstone, as he reached out to the human part of her. Finally, the great she-wolf before him stopped her frantic snapping and blinked back at him. The words that reverberated in his head were small and hesitant but at least they were cogent thoughts.
Trent?
He nodded and finally dropped her tail, glad when she didn’t lunge for him.
It’s okay.
Elaine circled and then sniffed his neck. Wide, scared eyes blinked back at him.
I didn’t remember anything!
He wondered if she even noticed how deeply she was whimpering as she “said” that. Trent would wager anything she didn’t. Leaning down, he nuzzled at her neck.
Instincts are strong when you take a form, but you’ll learn. Just center on something human like your family or you job, whatever grounds you in your civilized self .
She snorted. Like that thesis I should have worked on this week instead of answering the call of the wild ?
Exactly! He said, howling loudly and wagging his tail. Maybe at heart they were just excitable puppies. Giant excitable puppies with massive teeth. Now, let me show you how fast we can really run.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELAINE WAS BREATHLESS by the time they finished their run and snuck into the back of his house. Stretching on the floor by his bed, she squirmed and whined as her bones reshifted. The pain was still deep, but not as sharp as the first few times. She wondered if it would always hurt, if it were possible to get used to this. Watching as Trent’s skin seemed to flow effortlessly from the fur, and he stood on human legs, she assumed it would.
Of course, he was still grimacing and panting even after he had returned to human form.
Kneeling down on his haunches, he took her head in his hands and smoothed the fur back from her forehead even as it kept receding.
“Shh, Elaine, embrace the pain. It just means the changes are coming.”
“Hurts,” she mumbled, trying to ignore the way that her voice came out garbled and strange––inhuman.
“I know, but I’m here,” he said, still panting. Her keen ears could make out the rapid beating of his heart, as if he’d run a marathon. “Come back to me, country gal.”
Closing her eyes, Elaine bit her lip and suffered through the pain of her final changes. When she finished, she was covered in sweat, breathing so hard she felt she might shake apart, and naked except for the wolf’s tooth necklace hanging between her breasts.
Normally, being in the arms of a man as gorgeous as Trent would be the stuff of nighttime, Skinemax fantasies. Currently, she was so tired and sore that all she wanted was to revel in the warm comfort of his embrace.
“Feel like I swam the English Channel or went five rounds with Layla Ali.”
“That’s the drain of the magic. We have powerful gifts, but they come with a price. The exhaustion after a spell like this or a ritual can be debilitating,” he said, helping her sit up.
She was still wobbly and leaned into his chest. It was a beautiful site. Tan, sun-kissed skin stretch flawlessly over rippling muscle. His abs would put the average superhero to shame.
“You’re so warm.”
“You are too. There’s a lot of metabolism being revved up when we change.”
His breath was even hot on her cheeks and spicy-sweet.
“You’re amazing,” she said, feeling like that same unsure teenager she’d been with Stephen.
How could he do that to her? She’d had lovers between then and now, but being here in Trent’s arms felt like the first time for all of this. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest, and she assumed he could hear that. He could probably smell the arousal pooling between her thighs. She blushed and tried to
She kept growling and squirming but didn’t avert her gaze. Trent kept talking to her mind, quiet and calming, just as she’d have talked to Rainstone, as he reached out to the human part of her. Finally, the great she-wolf before him stopped her frantic snapping and blinked back at him. The words that reverberated in his head were small and hesitant but at least they were cogent thoughts.
Trent?
He nodded and finally dropped her tail, glad when she didn’t lunge for him.
It’s okay.
Elaine circled and then sniffed his neck. Wide, scared eyes blinked back at him.
I didn’t remember anything!
He wondered if she even noticed how deeply she was whimpering as she “said” that. Trent would wager anything she didn’t. Leaning down, he nuzzled at her neck.
Instincts are strong when you take a form, but you’ll learn. Just center on something human like your family or you job, whatever grounds you in your civilized self .
She snorted. Like that thesis I should have worked on this week instead of answering the call of the wild ?
Exactly! He said, howling loudly and wagging his tail. Maybe at heart they were just excitable puppies. Giant excitable puppies with massive teeth. Now, let me show you how fast we can really run.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELAINE WAS BREATHLESS by the time they finished their run and snuck into the back of his house. Stretching on the floor by his bed, she squirmed and whined as her bones reshifted. The pain was still deep, but not as sharp as the first few times. She wondered if it would always hurt, if it were possible to get used to this. Watching as Trent’s skin seemed to flow effortlessly from the fur, and he stood on human legs, she assumed it would.
Of course, he was still grimacing and panting even after he had returned to human form.
Kneeling down on his haunches, he took her head in his hands and smoothed the fur back from her forehead even as it kept receding.
“Shh, Elaine, embrace the pain. It just means the changes are coming.”
“Hurts,” she mumbled, trying to ignore the way that her voice came out garbled and strange––inhuman.
“I know, but I’m here,” he said, still panting. Her keen ears could make out the rapid beating of his heart, as if he’d run a marathon. “Come back to me, country gal.”
Closing her eyes, Elaine bit her lip and suffered through the pain of her final changes. When she finished, she was covered in sweat, breathing so hard she felt she might shake apart, and naked except for the wolf’s tooth necklace hanging between her breasts.
Normally, being in the arms of a man as gorgeous as Trent would be the stuff of nighttime, Skinemax fantasies. Currently, she was so tired and sore that all she wanted was to revel in the warm comfort of his embrace.
“Feel like I swam the English Channel or went five rounds with Layla Ali.”
“That’s the drain of the magic. We have powerful gifts, but they come with a price. The exhaustion after a spell like this or a ritual can be debilitating,” he said, helping her sit up.
She was still wobbly and leaned into his chest. It was a beautiful site. Tan, sun-kissed skin stretch flawlessly over rippling muscle. His abs would put the average superhero to shame.
“You’re so warm.”
“You are too. There’s a lot of metabolism being revved up when we change.”
His breath was even hot on her cheeks and spicy-sweet.
“You’re amazing,” she said, feeling like that same unsure teenager she’d been with Stephen.
How could he do that to her? She’d had lovers between then and now, but being here in Trent’s arms felt like the first time for all of this. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest, and she assumed he could hear that. He could probably smell the arousal pooling between her thighs. She blushed and tried to
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