Page 13 of What's Rogue Got To Do With It

I'd never experienced this. Our shifting was a mutual decision. We were partners who could never be separated. Him taking over was as though I’d been pushed in the back seat and he was at the wheel.

Sorry but I need to do this.

I tried to fight him, but I was weak from the infection and though he was me, he’d been resting and had gained some of his strength. My clothes shredded as dark fur spread over my limbs.

My beast landed on four paws but he was unable to heal my injured leg, possibly due to the medication in my body. He howled and I urged him to be quiet. If someone heard him, they might arrive at the door with a gun.

Mate.He inhaled our mate’s scent. I couldn’t deny him that because it smelled different, not as comforting, when he was inside me.

Yes.

I expected him to charge out the door but he lowered his head and sniffed around the room, imprinting our mate’s scent. He eyed the front door but padded to the bed, and leaped onto the mattress. Awww he wanted to smell our mate without any barrier between the fox shifter and him. He curled up in the quilt where Creven’s and my scent mingled. A big yawn from him and my eyes closed before his.

The cabin door clicked and I was wide awake. “Larkin? I'm back."

Panic threaded through me because I’d ignored my promise not to shift. Or did I agree that I wouldn’t go outside. Maybe they were one and the same. If I took my skin, I’d be naked. That was no biggie to a shifter but my wolf refused to let me take over.

Footsteps approached the bedroom and stopped. My wolf didn’t move, pretending to sleep. Though I couldn’t see him, I sensed Creven’s gaze on me. His scent changed as he registered surprise.

"Well, I wasn’t expecting this. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He brushed a hand over my wolf’s thick fur. He moved away from the bed and I picked up the rustle of fabric. I cracked open an eye and understood why my wolf hadn’t wanted to shift. Seeing Creven through him was like looking through gauze.

The mattress squeaked when Creven sat on the bed, bare chested and clad in his jeans. There was a rough X on his shoulder that signaled he was rogue. He met my beast’s eyes and the sounds from outside faded. There was just him and me, his fox inside him, my wolf outside.

"Your wolf took over, I’m guessing without permission.”

Put your head on his hand. Show him you’re sorry. My wolf followed my instructions.

“It’s okay, big guy. You needed your fur. Me and my fox understand that.” My beast whined. “It’s been ages since you shifted and I should have taken you outside for a run. It’s not healthy being crammed inside your human.

He paused. "Do you mind if I join you? My fox has been wanting to meet your wolf."

A sudden flap, flap flap on the headboard made it jiggle and bounce. It was my wolf’s tail. Creven laughed and patted his head.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He finished undressing, and I couldn’t look away, eager to take a peek at his cock. And I wasn’t disappointed. It was thick and oh so pink and if I was human form and wasn’t injured, I would have swallowed it. But seconds later, Creven vanished and was replaced by his fox whose fur was a glorious shade of red. Hisbusy tail twitched, a movement that matched the twinkling in his eyes.

His fox approached the bed, but my wolf didn’t move. He lowered his head as if issuing an invitation. The fox leaped onto the mattress and settled against my wolf who curved his body around the newcomer. Red fur against dark. I wished I could take a pic.

He’s smaller than me. My wolf had never been paired with another beast.

This was what I'd been missing. Not just a mate, but a partner in my skin and fur. Someone who understood the dual nature of our existence, who could meet me as human and beast.

The fox kneaded my wolf’s fur which created a rumbling in my wolf’s chest. It was contentment, something foreign to us since we’d been on the road.

Can we sleep like this? You don’t have to go anywhere, do you?

I withheld a giggle because he’d been desperate to go outside less than an hour ago.

We have nowhere else to be.

I marveled at how we fit together. We were both predators and yet we complemented one another rather than being competitive, though that might change when they hunted. The fox soothed my wolf's restlessness, while my larger beast offered protection and warmth.

My wolf and I had found where we belonged.

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CREVEN

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