Page 81 of Homecoming

“Hey, you don’t know that, not for sure. You don’t know what will happen in the coming months. Maybe it’s just a phase and she’ll grow out of it? Or maybe one day she’ll choose to shift. Anythin’s possible, right?”

“She won’t. And you don’t believe that any more than I do, not really. Noah… Riley… neither of them can shift and they never have. You know, I really thought it was the right thing to do—to birth her as a wolf and give Luna her chance to be a mother. I thought it would keep her safe and give her added strength, but all I’ve managed to do is ruin her life.”

“Kat, that’s not true. And maybe somehow it will turn out different for her. She’s a wolf where Riley and Noah are not. Whether she’s Darius’s pup or mine, in our hearts we’re both still wolves, so who knows… and if it’s meant to be this way and she can't shift, then so be it. You don't know that maybe this is fates way of keeping her safe. But what you do know is we won’t ever love her any less?”

“Digby, do you ever see wolves out there in the forest… you know, like the ones they show on TV documentaries—realwolves, the ones that can't shift, and do you ever wonder if on the inside they might really be shifters and somehow they’re just trapped in wolf form?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it, not really. But we're not like them, we’re different. I mean, I don’t know how we all came to be this way, but in the same way that cat’s different to us, those wolves are different, too. Oh, I don’t know, and I guess we’ll never know any of that stuff for real—hell, that kind of thing is way too deep for me to think about right now,” he smiles.

“I can't even begin to imagine being trapped in wolf form without ever being able to shift back. The whole idea of that it used to scare the hell out of me—that one day Luna might take over and I’d wake up and never be able to come back as me. Can you imagine how that would feel, never being able to escape being a wolf?”

“But Evelyn doesn’t know any different. All she knows is what she is and like I said, we all love her just the way she is.”

“Yeah, I guess. But when she sees her brother’s shift, she must wonder why she’s different, don’t you think? Hell, she knows I shift when I feed her, so she must be confused as to why she can’t.”

“Kat, I can’t tell you what she thinks, but I do know you’ve gotta get past this. You can’t keep lettin’ stuff like this dominate your thoughts.” Digby sighs as he gently strokes his hand around the smooth curve of her bare shoulder. Leaning in closer, he presses her against the bathroom dresser and covers her lips with his in a passionate kiss.

The swirl of his tongue in her mouth immediately fills her head with the pounding thud of desire and closing her eyes, she draws in the scent of his body. “Mm… you smell so good.”

She looks up and strokes the palm of her hand against the rough stubble of Digby's chin and dances a finger around the curve of his brow. Then grabbing him firmly on the back of the neck, she teases his jet-black hair through her hands and pulls his face closer to hers in a long, slow kiss.

Digby lifts her weight easily and with a flex of his biceps, he sits her on top of the dresser. Cosmetics and perfumes scatter to the floor as he drags her hips to the edge of the cabinet, and with a low deepening snarl, he growls, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

A smile fills her entire face as a warm flush of crimson blushes throughout her cheeks. “I love it when you talk like that.”

There’s a long pause of silence and as they stare at each other, Kat places her fingers gently against the partially healed wound on his neck. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah, not anymore. It kind of did,” he smiles. “But I don’t care. It connects us and it means I’m never apart from you. You’re always here with me now, no matter how far away we might be from each other.”

“I know what you mean.” She nuzzles against his neck, sniffing—filling her nostrils with the heady scent of outdoors and woody sweat. Digby has a specific unique scent and here, in this moment, it reminds her of all the times they’ve had sex before.

Lifting the hem of his tee-shirt, he exposes his chest before he strips it over his head with a grin. Kat focuses her attention on the muscular curves of his body. Watching his flesh twinge and flex beneath the soft pads of her fingers before she drags her sharp nails in delicate red trails across the bare flesh of his chest.

Focused on each other, Digby strips Kat of her running vest, followed quickly by the tight black sports top beneath. He then unclips her bra and watches the way her exposed breasts heave in anticipation. As he drops her clothes to the floor, his eyes follow her curves and circling a gentle touch of his thumb around her nipple, he watches the way the skin puckers to a peak.

Kat mirrors the exact same moves on his body and as the entwined lovers groan in a swirling duet of pleasure, the warm flicker of Digby’s tongue against her skin makes Kat gasp. She tenses and with eyes closed, she enjoys the deeply erotic sensation of his mouth teasing in a unique kiss against her breast. The small nipping bites make her yelp with an abject pleasure. “Digby... make love to me.”

“Here? Or do you wanna go to bed?”

“Take me to bed.”

“You got it, honey.” Digby grins and as his dick grows hard in his shorts, Kat can feel it pressing against her thigh.

Her body is warm and soft. Her skin's silky smoothness stretched over the taut, firm tone of her muscles. Kat is all woman; soft curves, but with the added strength of a supernatural and the inner wolf that Digby desires so much gives her body an extra air of confidence.

Digby continues to growl more deeply and with his hands scooped under her butt, he again picks her up in his arms. The strong muscles flex and strain with the weight of her body held against him as he hurriedly carries her from the bathroom back into the bedroom.

The bathroom door clicks closed and laying Kat against the large king-sized bed, Digby hurriedly frees his groaning dick from the confines of his shorts.

In the unlit room, he can see the green glint of Kat’s eyes set like jewels against the deep blue-black of the darkness. The garden lights outside the house cast a warm orange glow that lights the gloom of the bedroom.

There is a low and instinctive growl as Kat claws her nails against Digby's back and tugging the fabric of her running shorts, he slides them down her legs. Throwing them onto the floor beside the bed, his fingers quickly work an experienced tease against the soft warmth between her thighs.

Kat writhes with a breathless gasp, clutching and scratching at his strong muscles. “Oh Digby…” her words tremble from her mouth.

“Shh…” he muffles her gasping cry with his lips; kissing her so deeply that it feels as if the pair have become one. The rugged firmness of his muscular chest presses against the soft of her heaving bosoms and rubbing himself against her, Digby teases his need at the entrance of her wanting pussy.

Spreading her thighs wide with a gentle nudge of his knee, he can feel Kat wantonly offer herself to him.

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