Page 11 of Shift Happens
“Oh!” He scrambled back, nearly falling off the couch, grabbing a throw pillow to cover himself. “I’m sorry! I shifted back and must have—I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” I said quickly, sitting up and strategically placing a pillow in my own lap. “No harm done.”
His nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes widened. I remembered too late that he could probably smell my arousal as clearly as I could see his embarrassment.
“I should—clothes,” he stammered, backing away toward the bathroom where we’d left his borrowed outfit.
Once he was gone, I let out a slow breath, willing my heart rate to return to normal. This was getting complicated quickly.
When Milo returned, fully dressed and somewhat composed, an awkward silence hung between us.
“The full moon is over,” he said finally. “I should try to reconnect with my pack today.”
“Right,” I nodded, ignoring the disappointment that statement triggered. “Of course.”
“Thank you,” he continued, “for everything. For not freaking out. For letting me stay. For…” He gestured vaguely, encompassing the last two days.
“Anytime,” I said, meaning it more than I expected to. “Really.”
He hesitated, then asked, “Would it be okay if I showered before I go? I smell like… well, like wolf.”
“Of course.” I pointed him toward the bathroom. “Towels are in the cabinet.”
While he showered, I made coffee and tried to sort through my tangled thoughts. I was attracted to Milo—undeniably, powerfully attracted. But he was my employee, and apparently part of some wolf shifter research expedition into human society. The potential for complications was astronomical.
When he emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and curling around his face, wearing my too-big clothes, my resolve to keep things professional weakened considerably.
“I should head out,” he said, hovering by the door. “Thank you again.”
“Will you be at work tomorrow?” I asked.
“If that’s okay?”
“Of course it is.”
He smiled, relief evident. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Back to normal. Well, normal for me.”
After he left, the apartment felt strangely empty. I moved through my Sunday routine—laundry, meal prep, inventory planning—but my thoughts kept drifting to amber eyes and soft fur and the weight of a warm body against mine.
That night, alone in my bed, the memory of Milo’s naked form shifting in the morning light returned with vivid clarity. I tried to push it away, but my body had other ideas. My hand slid beneath the covers, wrapping around my already hardening cock.
This is a bad idea,I thought, but didn’t stop.
I stroked slowly at first, remembering the lean lines of his back, the curve of his ass, the way his muscles had shifted underhis skin. In my mind, he turned fully toward me, amber eyes darkening with desire.
“Finn,”imaginary Milo whispered,“I can smell how much you want me.”
My pace quickened, thumb sliding over the sensitive head, spreading the precum gathering there. I imagined what it would feel like to have Milo’s smaller body pressed against mine, both of us naked and intentional this time. Would he be aggressive or shy? Would his wolf nature emerge in his passion?
In my fantasy, he was a perfect blend of both—eager but trembling slightly, pressing me back against the mattress, whispering,“I’ve wanted this since I first caught your scent.”
My breathing grew ragged as I worked myself faster, picturing Milo straddling me, his head thrown back in pleasure, those amber eyes glowing with desire. Would he make the same small whimpering sounds in passion that he made in wolf form? Would he mark me, claim me?
The thought of his teeth grazing my neck pushed me over the edge. I came with a muffled groan, Milo’s name on my lips, pleasure pulsing through me in waves.
As the haze of orgasm faded, reality crashed back. I’d just masturbated to fantasies of my employee—my supernatural, wolf-shifting employee who was probably just being friendly because I was his research subject in humanity.
“Shit,” I muttered, cleaning up and flopping back against the pillows.
