Page 98 of Howl You Doin?
Fur erupts, my claws jutting out, and I attempt to move away so I don’t accidentally hurt him. “I guess I don’t get a full twenty minutes yet before I wolf out,” I say with a laugh, unsure if it’s all the sugar or my pussy throbbing that caused it.
Water swirls as he grabs my furry hand and places it on his bare chest.
Fur covers his body faster than it does mine when he wills it, and his form turns monstrous.
“You don’t have to worry about your claws with me, Whitley.” Then he buries his face into the side of my neck and growls. “You also have no idea how much I’m...”
He trails off with a sigh, but I can feel hardness pressing between us.
I beam a smile at him, feeling pretty and dainty with how easily he can lift me into the air and how he can also accept me in this new form too. We swim around for a while, until my hot skin cools a bit, the water so soothing and tranquil.
“Would you like to go on a run now? It will release some endorphins, and it will make you feel better. If it doesn’t, we will simply go down the list until we find something that does.”
He grabs me and pulls me from the water, tugging me toward the bank. I’m touched that he wouldn’t just leave me to my own devices, and it sends warmth through me.
I flex my arms and twist this way and that, amazed at how different it feels. My skin is dry almost instantly, the water somehow sluicing away. My fur, however, is not. I tilt my head back and stare up at the stars, at the galaxies I can make out as tears well in my eyes from how at peace I am with myself.
“I wanted to show you how different our bodies are in water. Sometimes a cool pool or lake can be soothing, especially during a painful transition. I have spent a lot of time in this lake,” he murmurs, lacing our clawed fingers together.
I stare up into his gaze and become aware that this man actuallydoescherish me.
One of his large, clawed hands cups my face affectionately, the soft padding of his palm rubbing my snout, and a deep purr rumbles out of my throat. The action sends his tail wagging, and a wolfish grin splits his lips.
Maybe we give each other peace, because I can’t imagine what he’s been through. It’s still hard for me to fathom how old he is, and what any of this means. I keep wanting to pinch myself, but I don’t because I’m still scared my fairytale will be over. That I’ll go to bed and wake up to find none of this is real.
I’m not sure any dream could ever conjure this.
I let go and push the short mane of hair off his face to get a good look at him. The yellow eyes peering back at me are beautiful, turning to molten gold as he stares intently. I glance down at his large wolf-like physique. My fur is light brown and short, like a sandy color or caramel, whereas his is so dark it’s almost black, and his frame is much taller than mine.
He reminds me of the beast from the Disney movie, large and hulking with clawed feet. His size and dark mane make me want to mount him and rub my face in it.
I fight a shiver of arousal just looking at him.
“You look so cool.” My gaze bounces over his thick fur, bushy tail, and bulky shoulders. I know in his human form Connor stands around six feet tall, but like this he is almost seven feet. I let out a wolfish huff, realizing I’ve barely grown. “I don’t really get that much taller, do I?”
His snout goes back and forth as he shakes his head. “No. You’re still soft and feminine.”
The need to run floods me and on impulse I reach up, letting my tongue out to play, and I lick at his cheek. His deep citrus and sandalwood scent hits my nose and I melt a little.
“Catch me if you can,” I sing playfully, before pushing to separate us.
My clawed feet tear at the earth as I run at full speed through the woods. A howl picks up behind me and I yip loudly, calling back to him. We run for what feels like ages, dashing through the trees, and then the real wolves howl in the distance as Connor signals back to them.
Watching him with new eyes, I realize he’s making me feel better. He didn’t hesitate. I see that now. I needed help, and he stepped right in with support and kindness.
He pauses at the base of a large pine tree, and I reach down and snap up a pinecone in my hand. I lob it at him to get his attention and yellow eyes snap to mine as he catches it easily before tossing it back.
“Run,” he says, twisting his arm back to throw the pinecone.
Glee bounces through me, and I turn and rush to catch it as he hurls it at me, elation fizzing in my veins.
My face splits with a happy grin and giggles erupt from my chest as we play, tossing the pinecone back and forth to one another as we run through the woods.
A tiny ever-present well of excitement is in my middle, and I am so grateful to be here—to be with him. If there’s a chance at happiness with this man who is going above and beyond to show me that I’m important to him… I’ve decided I’m going to take it.
We finally slow, both of us panting, and he reverts to his human form. I follow his lead, and I feel so much better after letting everything out. Even my cramps aren’t as bad, feeling more like normal.
“Odette said something about having to run miles each day, so I don’t fur out?” I arch a brow at him.
