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Any questions I had died on my tongue, and I swallowed. I needed to shift soon or she’d smell my pheromones once she shifted.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and felt some sort of pride when she slowed, her fingers on the waistband of her shorts, when she saw my muscles. I took care of my body, and I’d upped my gym regime lately to match Fenrys and Aidan. Sasha’s eyes went wide, her lips parting slightly.
She blinked at me before she slipped off her shorts, tossing them onto the pile we had both made. My brain short-circuited at the hot pink thong she wore that tucked right between her ass cheeks.
Fuck.
My cock twitched in interest, and I hastily tugged off my jeans.
“Fuck,” she hissed. I heard the quiet curse and glanced back at her. Her eyes were on me—on my semi-hard cock. “No boxer shorts or anything?”
“No need,” I said, shrugging. “It’s just another layer to waste time stripping or then replacing.”
My eyes fell to the trimmed mound of curls visible between her legs around the V of her thong. When she turned to fold her clothes, bending over, I bit back a groan at the visible slit, barely covered by the thin strip of material.
I told myself it was okay to desire her. She knew I wanted her—whether we were fake dating or not—and had wanted her ever since I’d officially met her at the Mating Games ceremony. I’d been suspicious of her at first and her involvement with Kato and Thalia, but now…
I looked at her round, tight ass cheeks.
Now, I couldn’t hide my desire. I half wanted to leave, shifting and pressing her into the nearest tree, sliding my cock into her, and taking her as my own. But I swallowed, held back, and piled my clothes next to hers.
When I came up behind her, I brushed my hand over her waist.
“It’d be a shame to rip those panties during your shift,” I murmured, my face lowered to her neck.
Sasha arched slightly, a soft whimper leaving her lips. Her nipples had peaked beautifully, little hard nubs practically begging to be lavished.
Without touching her, I hovered my hand near the waistband of the hot pink garment. “Want me to help?”
Sasha turned to me. My arms loosely came up by her sides, still not yet touching her, but there if she wanted to be in them. Her face tipped to mine.
“No,” she whispered, and then stood back, away from the circle of my arms, another pace, then another. Standing before me, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong, and slipped them down her slim, toned thighs.
Before I could properly look at her sex, Sasha shifted.
Chapter 15 - Sasha
This wasn’t fake. None of it was fake—we were only meant to be faking interest in each other, but Conall was so real, he was so goddamn real next to me, behind me. His hands didn’t touch my skin but I swear I could feel him anyway.
I was already turned on watching him undress, knowing he’d watchedmeundress. I’d underestimated Conall. He wasn’t an alpha but he had the physique of one.God, he did. He was tall, broad, packed with muscle and all I could think about was how his biceps were so thick. His pecs were hard and smooth, giving way to rippled abdomen muscles that I wanted to scratch my claws down.
My breath was short by the time I stepped away from him.
“Want me to help?”
Yes.
No.
You scare me.
I want you to take me.
I want to be yours.
Claim me in the way only wolves can be claimed by one another. Can we pretend?
Conall having this affect on me terrified me. I didn’t want to just give my body away to him if heonlywanted my body, but the desire was getting harder and harder to ignore. As the shift rippled through me, my human skin giving way to fur and spots, my fingers elongating into paws ending in sharp claws, and myleopard’s muzzle pulling back into a bared snarl, I felt myself calibrate again.
