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She was flexible and rested her ankle on my shoulder with ease, and I closed the gap between us. I lifted her off the ground slightly and entered her. She dug her nails into my back as I plunged inside, pushing my thick member as far as it would go.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes!”

She braced herself against the wall, and I drilled into her. Her nipples were now poking out from underneath the bra that was barely holding on, and the harder my thrusts, the more her breasts heaved. She brought me back in for another long kiss, and I felt her core tense around me.

Her eyes rolled back as she climaxed, giving me a peek at that beautiful neck of hers. There was a freckle right in the middle, and the skin was so taut and sleek with sweat that I wanted to taste it. Before I could stop myself, I put my mouth just underneath her jawline and nibbled there. The moan she let out sent a shudder throughout my entire body, and I finished inside of her just as the two of us both drew blood. She, from digging her nails even harder into my shoulder, and me from catching her skin on one of my sharper canines.

We were both panting and when I pulled away, she used her thumb to gently wipe her blood from my lips. Then she showed me the drip of red on her fingernails before slipping those digits into her mouth and licking them in a way that made me want to start all over again.

I sighed and let my head come to rest on her upper chest. She laughed softly and ran her fingers through my hair. Then she grabbed a fistful and gently pulled me off of her.

“What just?—”

“Shh,” she said. “Don’t ruin this by saying anything.” She kissed me once more, then nudged me backward so that we could detangle ourselves. She put her clothes back on, but I was still a little too stupefied to do the same.

“I didn’t?—”

“Me neither.”

“But—”

“It’s fine,” she said. “No need to explain what just happened. But thanks for the distraction.” She headed for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

Then, without so much as telling me her name or explaining why she’d just jumped my bones in the back alley in the middle of her shift, the woman walked back inside and was gone. I stood there for a moment or two longer, my body still on fire from the memory of hers. When I heard a crashing sound one block down, I snapped back to reality and collected myself. Pants buckled and heart racing, I went back inside the bar as well.

CHAPTER 10

KATRINA

Ihave no idea what came over me.

One second, I was on the verge of a panic attack, thinking about what happened the night of the full moon and losing control of my racing, panicked mind. Then the next thing I knew, I was grabbing that annoying guy from the bar and begging him to fuck me harder in a cold, dank alley.

What was wrong with me?

I’d never done anything like that before.

There was just something about the way he was looking at me. Coming off the heels of turning into a literal monster, Rory was staring at me in the alley like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. In the heat of the moment, all I wanted was to hang onto that feeling, to strengthen it. The kiss—and everything that came afterward—was my attempt at reminding myself I was still human. I could still feel all the same things that I’d felt before I experienced the first transformation. But still, in hindsight, I knew it was a mistake to cross that line with him. I couldn’t let it happen again.

When I got back behind the bar, I was glad to see that the room was even more crowded and there were no open seats. At least that meant Rory couldn't come around and bother me again. I threw myself back into the job and didn’t allow myself any time to overanalyze what just happened. Drink order after drink order, refill after refill, I went through the rest of my shift in a kind of post-sex haze that I thankfully carried with me all the way until I got into bed that night.

If Rory had stuck around after we hooked up, I didn’t see him. Hopefully, he understood what I meant when I told him not to talk. What happened tonight was a delicious distraction that I clearly needed, but nothing more. I still didn’t want him to know anything about me, nor was I interested in seeing him again.

It didn’t matter that it was by far the best sex of my life.

That’s still all it was—sex.

And now that I’d gotten my attraction to him out of my system, I was pretty sure I’d be able to focus on the thing that really required my attention.

The fact that I had somehow been transformed into a mother-fucking werewolf.

The next day was the first one I had off since I started working at the bar. I slept in late, then made myself a full pot of coffee, and promptly sat down at the little kitchen table in the apartment and logged into Al’s Wi-Fi. The signal wasn’t very strong, seeing as his house was a good hundred feet away or so, but it was enough for me to conduct at least some research. The fortune teller in town had warned me against doing my own online research, saying that I was only going to confuse myself further, but he couldn’t possibly expect me to follow that advice. Not when something this life-shattering was happening to me.

After a couple of failed search attempts, I finally came up with the right wording, which prompted search results that weren’t from amateurish websites or costume shops.

I sifted through various websites and blogs claiming to have proof of the existence of werewolves, and while some of these people sounded extremely convincing, none of the information was all that helpful. Half of it sounded completely made-up—stories of people getting bit by actual wolves and then turning into a creature like something out of a comic book—and the other half was information on something called ‘shifters.’ As far as I could tell, whatever a ‘shifter’ was, I wasn’t one of them. If I hadn’t had my own transformation experience so recently, I probably wouldn’t have even believed a word I read about said individuals. Whether they were real or not, I couldn’t say for certain, but my mind had been opened pretty wide as of late, so I wasn’t going to rule it out.

Shifters, as one website explained, had the ability to turn into a wolf at any point in time. They could then turn back into a human whenever they wanted. These transformations seemed to have nothing to do with the full moon, and shifters were supposedly in control of themselves even when they were in wolf form.

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