Page 22 of Ensnared By the Werewolf

The grip on my hips tightens as his eyes meet mine.“And you’re a fan of monsters, aren’t you?”

I rock my hips and grind against the cording of his stomach.“I seem to have a soft spot for them.”

Jack smiles and the number of sharp teeth revealed startles me, but his mirth is tangible.“In your heart?”

My nose scrunches.“Well yes, but also somewhere lower.”

He growls and sits up, his arms wrapping around me.“You’re insatiable.”

My teasing falls away.“Just with you.Do you think you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah.I’m going to be better than okay.”His nose brushes against mine.“Even if my entire world feels different, I have my mate by my side.”

My joy overflows, and my smile widens.Fears that he’d run away from this, from me, again are dismissed by those words.Whatever there is to face, we’ll face it together.

“Yes, you do,” I say.

“And I’m glad that my mate is a fan of monsters.”

That he can saymonsterwithout flinching when he’s used it negatively for so long makes my heart sing, but that song stutters at the direct look in his gaze.The tension between us builds, and my pussy throbs at the sudden change, no matter the ache of soreness.

“I think my mate lusts for something else too,” he muses.

“What?”I ask, my eyes big.

“To be chased.”

A thrill shoots up my spine.“I can’t be running in the woods barefoot and naked.”

Jack’s smile is part terrifying and part thrilling.

“Oh, you won’t make it that far,” he says.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears and the muscles of my legs tense.Jack’s face comes near mine and the brush of his breath against my face adds to my adrenaline.

“Run,” he commands.

I’m helpless to resist.

I shoot to my feet and dash away as a bone-chilling howl rises behind me.

Epilogue

Jack

“You don’t haveto do this,” Bel says.She squeezes my human-appearing hand over the center console.It had taken a month of training with the lycanthrope we’d found, but now I can walk the world disguised in a glamour of my own making.I can appear human every moment for the rest of my life if I wish it.

But no matter what I look like, it doesn’t change what I am, who I am.

And Bel would be disappointed if I never let my wilder side free.

No worry creases my mate’s face, and her eyes are warm.She’s confident in whatever I choose to do.

“I want to,” I say.

“Good,” she says with a crook of her lips.“Now help me with the food.We’ll be late if we wait much longer.”

I laugh and get out of the car with her.Nerves climb in my throat as I remove my clothing, leaving a pair of shorts that are a nod to decency if a ridiculous one.I take a deep breath, focusing on the magic running through my veins that I’d spent so long misinterpreting.

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