Page 51 of Ruthlessly Mated
Suddenly, I’m no longer stuck in my person suit. All humanity slides away from me, the fingers, the toes, the silly slappy feet and the dangly limbs. What’s left is something sleeker, softer, more powerful. Something with fur and fangs. Something true. Something real.
Tailor
We are watching them from a distance, knowing better than to interrupt.
The moment we saw Damon’s mouth move, we practically froze in place. He has never spoken to us, not in all the years we have known him. But he is speaking to her.
“Is she going to shift?” Conroy asks the question with hushed anticipation. “Oh, my god, I think she’s going to shift.”
He has no idea how excited he sounds. I smile just hearing it. I am very much looking forward to seeing our mate’s animal form too. Judging by her human temperament, I am expecting a trulyfrightening she-wolf, a large and predatory beast with sharp fangs and an even worse temper. I ready myself to flow into my animal state in case she runs and needs to be contained. I know very well that she wants her relic back, and is not pleased with what we’ve done to her.
Forcibly rescuing her from Rock City annoyed her, and her wolf self will be even more rebellious. I think all three of us will have our work cut out for us in the attempt to keep her contained now that her even wilder side is about to emerge.
“Oh, my god, she is adorable!” I clap my hands over my mouth to stop myself from squealing like a much more feminine creature than I am.
She hears the sound of excitement and comes bounding over, practically wagging her tail in a manner that is more reminiscent of a domestic dog than a wild wolf.
She’s a very small wolf. Perfectly formed, but not that much larger than a big domestic dog. I wonder if something stunted her animal development. The thought puts a pall over the discussion somewhat, but she’s just so cute. Her eyes are quite large, and her fur is shaggy and soft. She’s feminine, even in this state.
“Very cute,” Conroy growls.
Conroy
I thought I loved Kita as much as I could. Now I know I was only just beginning to feel affection for her. This cute little wolfis so appealing, so intensely deserving of care and protection. I thought she’d be an absolute menace in her wolf form, but she’s so playful, running around Tailor’s and my legs, then rolling around with Damon as if the two of them had always been together.
I can’t stay in my human form right now. I want to be like her. I want to be with her. I take my wolf form. And I move toward her.
Kita
I have never felt so safe, so happy, and so free. Damon stays human for a moment, before becoming his real self as well. And then I am happier still, because I am suddenly no longer alone.
Damon’s dark animal form flows around me, playing with me, containing me, making me feel so incredibly fucking safe I can’t feel any other feeling.
I am aware that the others are close. They are approaching slowly, carefully. Damon is standing over me, and I take refuge between his legs, creeping up underneath his belly, using him for shelter and protection.
Tailor comes first. He has a wise feeling, a strong feeling. I trust him to keep watch. I feel that he is an agile hunter and a good provider. He feels like safety too, but of a different kind. Damon makes my soft inner self feel entirely seen. Tailor is effective, he is part of a pack that works. He nuzzles me lightly and gives me a little lick and I snap at him playfully.
It is not until Conroy’s massive alpha frame blocks out the rest of the world that I feel truly overwhelmed. I whimper and creep on my belly, turning over onto my back with a little whine. My tail is wagging, but I think I might pee myself.
His presence is intense and incredibly dominant. So much so that it makes my stomach feel as though it is doing animal flips. His bigness makes my smallness all the more obvious. I feel as though I am begging for mercy I do not deserve, as if I am a tiny scrap of a creature who barely deserves to exist in his presence.
I snap out of my wolf shape in pure panic and start running.
“Come back here!” Conroy shouts out behind me, back in his human form as well.
I am so fucking embarrassed. He saw how small I was, and how submissive I was. He saw me…
“Come here, brat,” he says, grabbing me by the arm and swinging me around to face him.
I stop, panting with exhaustion. Shifting is hard work, and it has taken a lot of energy out of me after a very long day.
“You’re a cute little pup,” Conroy smiles. “I had no idea any female could be that adorable.”
“Shut your whore mouth,” I snap, deeply embarrassed.
He lifts his brows at me, and shakes his head. “I really thought you were a cute wolf, but you are an absolute hellion of a human. You’re getting spanked.”
“No! I’m not!”
