“It’s my dream job,” she stated. “And I’m not going to quit. So if you can’t handle me going to work tomorrow, you’re going to have to either leave or turn back into Cucumber. Um, your human. Nico.”
She stumbled over my name.
She was trying to adapt to the situation she’d found herself in, despite how insane it must’ve felt to her.
The wolf stared at her.
She finished scrubbing her scalp and turned back to rinse her hair beneath the water.
The wolf stayed still, watching her wash the suds out.
As she reached for her shower gel, he stood up and stepped into Abigail’s shower.
She looked down, her big brown eyes widening as she watched him lick her ankle.
He bit down just hard enough to break her skin, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her knees buckled, and my wolf backed off instantly, allowing me to shift in the blink of an eye.
I managed to catch Abigail by the waist before she hit the floor, and her hands landed on my shoulders as her wide eyes met mine.
They flickered between red and brown, her face contorting with pain.
There was no way around the pain of a first shift. It took time to get to a point of peace with our wolves to where any shift didn’t hurt.
“Don’t fight the wolf,” I said, holding her gaze. Though I tried to portray calmness, my heart beat rapidly in my chest. “I know it hurts, but try not to focus on your body or your surroundings. Let her take over.”
Abigail was wet and naked, her body nearly pressed against mine.
I wanted her so fucking badly, I could hardly stand it.
“Don’t know how I’m not supposed to focus on this.” She cried out as her head tipped back, her eyes slamming shut. “Holy hell.”
“You’re going to be fine, Abigail. Just let go,” I repeated.
“In my fantasy, you’d be saying that to me while we screwed. Not spouted fur.”
A laugh escaped me.
It caught me off guard.
When was the last time I’d laughed?
Abigail shook and shuddered as fur broke out on her arms.
It wasn’t ideal as far as shifting order went, but we would work on it.
Shewasshifting.
That was what mattered.
Getting stuck halfway between human and wolf was what could kill humans who were becoming werewolves.
I wasn’t sure where to touch her while she shifted—would she be comfortable with my hands on her back? Or her shoulders? I wasn’t going to make the painful first time any more traumatic for her than it already was by adding physical touch she didn’t want to everything else.
She pressed her face to my neck as she moaned through the pain.
I shouldn’t have been turned on, but fuck it, I was.
Slowly, the fur spread over her body as she twisted and contorted, until finally, she was fully wolf.
