Page 19 of Shaped to Be Yours

Jason sprang to my right and darted behind me.

I whirled to catch him.

Gone.

He wasfast.

A snap of teeth whirled me around again and I spotted Jason dropping to all fours as he leapt behind a tree.

“Seriously? You wanna play fetch?” I called.

“Gotta catch me first!” He bounded away from me.

I gave chase. He could have left me in the dust whenever he wanted, but he stayed just out of reach, zigging left, and zagging right, until I wasn’t sure whether we had gone in circles or not, but I pushed on, trying to think of ways to get ahead of him.

Only maybeaheadwasn’t the right tactic.

I stopped, looking for a large enough tree, and when I spotted one, I ducked behind it. As best I could, I stilled my breathing, listening for sounds of rustling, bounding, growling, and for the sense I got whenever Jason was near. I knew he approached from my right long before I heard him sniff the air for a lead on me.

I flung out my arm to grab hold of whatever part of him was nearest, clutching a furry bicep, and pulled—

“Oof!” The wind knocked from me as I was thumped backward. Spun? Thrown? I was against a different tree and not entirely sure how I’d gotten there, when I looked up to see Jason looming over me and pinning me to its trunk.

His breathing was heavy, with a low growl rumbling in his throat. If Little Red had met this sort of wolf in the woods, I understood why she’d succumb.

Jason let go of my shoulders but stayed close. When I reached like before to press my hand to his chest, he didn’t pull away. Real wolves in the wild couldn’t possibly feel like this. His chest fur was downy soft, like on a puppy or rabbit. It was whiter there too, up under his chin and lower down his belly. Did he have a tail, I wondered? I hadn’t seen one yet.

I ran my hand up to Jason’s cheek, and he leaned against it with a nuzzle and rumble in his throat. Then I brought my fingers back down, lower between his pecs, between the grooves of his hips, wondering what it might take to get histatto show itself.

Jason’s hand clamped over mine before I could find out. Suddenly, his hand was barely clawed, with fur having retreated from most of it, leaving bare-skinned fingers and only slightly pointed nails. The rest of him had similarly reduced to halfway changed. He still had both sets of sharpened eyeteeth, tufts of fur on his pointed ears, and his eyes remained yellow.

“I didn’t know you could be half-turned like this,” I said, letting him hold my hand low there against his belly.

“Sometimes. Easier than being fully human. That’s why a stray fang or claw tends to pop up.” His voice still had a deeper base to it, just a little less gravely. “At least when I’m around you, it’s hard to be human.” He grimaced as he admitted it, like he thought it would scare me.

“You know it’s actually kinda sexy that you have trouble controlling yourself around me.” I flexed my fingers against his skin.

“Not if I hurt you.”

“You won’t.” This was the last moment when I wanted to think about Whitmore again and all his warnings, so I pushed thoughts of him aside and everything else we didn’t know. “Even if you do, I can handle a little prick.”

We immediately erupted into laughter.

“Hey.” Jason pouted, even though he’d laughed too. “It’s not little.”

“I know. I peeked, remember?” I wanted to peek now, wondering how much wolf versus man he was below the waist after so much of his fur had retreated, but he’d moved in too close for me to know even if I did dart my eyes down.

“Does that mean I get a peek now?” Jason asked.

“Maybe.”

I was pinned to a tree by a very hot werewolf, even if he wasn’t a werewolf, and I didn’t mind the feeling of fangs pressed against my lips one bit. As Jason kissed me deeper, he led with his tongue, slow and careful around his sharpened canines.

The hand over mine moved to wrap around my waist. I clung to Jason’s waist too, feeling where his skin became fur. It was still downy soft and there was enough of it lining his edges to dig my fingers into. His tongue was… thicker? Longer? He was still taller than he normally was too, completely engulfing me as he pressed me to the tree.

If his dick had been inward and hidden before, I sure felt it now, free to the elements, and impressive enough that I would have made a ‘something in your pocket’ joke if he was wearing any clothes. It felt bigger than I remembered, pressing into my hip, but then, I hadn’t seen it hard.

The first few drops of rain started to fall on us.

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