Page 46 of Ruthlessly Mated
I’ve never really liked Conroy. I’ve been attracted to him. I’ve come on his cock. I’ve been filled with his seed. I’ve lusted for him. I’ve saved his life, but liked him? Not so much.
“Oh, my…” I gasp as I am suddenly overcome with intense awe.
His transformation is nothing short of stunning. His thick, glossy hair becomes a thick dark pelt, his eyes are a piercing hazel green. He is huge, so large that it feels as though he won’t fit through the door.
We are playing a dangerous game. We are cornered. We are hunted. We are coming out fighting, and he looks the epitome of every single one of their nightmares. Rock City has manifested its very own worst case scenario, vampires surrounding it, wolves inhabiting it.
I let out a soft whimper as I look at him, suddenly seeing him for precisely who he is. He is cramped in his human form, made small by flesh. But like this? Like this I see every bit of his animal majesty.
The others follow immediate animal suit, stripping off their clothes and taking on their wolf selves as naturally and smoothly as I can imagine.
Damon is fucking stunning as a wolf. Sleek, dark, and powerful. I realize now why his silence as a person is never strange. It feels like a natural part of him, just like this is the natural part of him. Why would he ever speak, when he is clearly a creature who does not need words? I can see how he would easily fade into the shadows.
Tailor, of course, is elegant. Even as a wolf. He has a lighter tan hue to his fur, which gleams as though it has been licked into place with absolute precision. His eyes are a light brown, warm but piercing in their own way.
All three of them look at me expectantly. They’re waiting for me to perform the same magic trick. I’ve been avoiding this, and I’m going to keep avoiding it.
“You all look amazing,” I say. “So good! Wow!”
Words don’t distract wolves.
Conroy slides back into his human form. Easily. Unbothered-ly. Like it’s second nature to him. He stands in front of me, his thick cock drawing my eye as it hangs in front of me. Better to look at that than the disappointed expression on his face.
“You need to shift, Kita.”
“Nahhh,” I say. “I don’t really.”
His eyes narrow at me. “You can take your wolf form, can’t you?”
“Of course I can.”
He cocks his head to the side and folds his arms over his chest. Damon and Tailor seat themselves in their wolf forms, watching me with animal interest.
“We’ve never talked about when your parents died. You’ve mentioned it, but not in detail.”
“I was old enough.”
“Old enough to what?”
“Survive.”
“So you know how to take your wolf form,” he says.
“Yes. I just don’t want to right now.”
“You need to do it in order to escape with us.”
“I’ll do it when I need to, not before. This is awkward and weird. It’s like show and tell. What are we? Kids in school?”
His jaw tightens.
“Go into the bedroom, Kita. We need to talk.”
“You mean you want to talk about me.”
Conroy
I want to speak to my pack without our mate hearing. Her insistence that she knows how to shift is cute, but I don’t believe it for a second. Kita is the sort of person to demonstrate competence, not claim it. The fact that she hasn’t shifted once since we met makes me think she definitely doesn’t know how to do it.
