Page 73 of Howl You Doin?
The blood leaves my head on a whoosh when I get a look at my arms across his shoulders.
Fur.
Fur is covering my skin.
I scream, the sound bloodcurdling as I watch my fingernails extend. Connor pulls away, his mouth open, his expression probably mirroring my own as I fight to get off him and away from the wall.
He yelps, his features wincing in pain, and he grabs hold of my arms. “Sit still,” he whisper-yells while shoving my hips back down to stop me from getting away.
I fight him, unable to do as he asks. Fear and adrenaline throw me into a panic and the obvious growl in his voice has my senses going haywire, even as a painful sensation registers in my pelvis.
My claws tear into his suit, and I stare in horror, unable to stop myself from freaking out even more. I flail my arms, and a soft crunch erupts when my elbow meets his face.
“Dammit, woman! Stop!”
We go down in a heap of limbs and my eyes go wide when yellow peers down at me. On his hands and knees above me, and still deep inside of me, fur grows along the edges of his face as his ears morph into pointed wolf ones. His eyes clench shut as he shakes his head, and the change reverts until Connor is back to normal. If it wasn’t for the fact that his lips are pulled back, revealing fangs. And when he opens his eyes again, they’re still bright freaking yellow!
“Oh my god! What are you?!” I try to scramble back to get away and yelp when I can’t climb out from under him like he’s stuck inside me. “What the hell?!” I hiss.
He groans as I tug away, and my crotch stings from the pull.
“What is wrong with your dick?” I ask with a crying whine. I suck air between my teeth when I’m unable to move away more than an inch. Thefuron my arms raises like hair would when something about this registers with me. I’vereadabout this in my paranormal shifter books. “Did you... did youknotme?”
“What?! Shit! I don’tknow. Just stop moving for a second.” Sweat is dotting Connor’s forehead, his face screwed up in an expression of pure pain. He looks down between us and grinds against me with a groan, his eyes rolling back as he instantly forgets what he’s supposed to be checking. He pulsates inside me, like he’s actually still coming.
I grit my teeth as pleasureful pain sparks behind my eyelids and I see stars. Oh my god, this isn’t happening. A whimper ghosts out of my mouth, and I freak, scrambling to try to pull off him again as I almost come once more. Why does it feel good?! The insane part of me wants to bounce on it, while the freaked-out part of me doesn’t know what else to do but squirm, which only makes it feel better.
“Ahhh,” I hiss out, panic twisting in my gut. “Let me go.” I twist my hips, and something dislodges.
My fingers bulk into unnatural claws and I panic, struggling to move and accidentally jabbing him in the mouth.
“Sorry!” I wince when his head snaps back from the blow.
Hot wetness drips down my inner thigh and Connor releases a growly groan, the sound completely inhuman. My breathing stops in my chest when I get a good look at him where he has rolled to his side on the floor.
Hulking arms of muscle are bursting from his suit and fur covers his hands as he cradles his crotch before rolling onto hisback on the carpet of the hallway. My hair stands on end, and every cell in my body awakens in apprehension.
“You’re a freakingwerewolf?” I say, my voice high and shrill.
Oh my god, I fucked a werewolf, and he justknotted me.
Oh my god,my arms.
“Oh my god—I’m a werewolf?”
My arms are strong and huge, ripped with muscle and covered in a light dusting of light-brown fur. I blink and a mane of long brown hair spills across my shoulders. I pat at my face and a whining sound leaves my lips when my soft-padded claws meet the fur on my cheeks. My ears perk up and twitch as footsteps sound from somewhere in the castle, and my hearing is all over the place, so I can’t tell if they’re close by or far away. It instantly sends me into high alert, and I quickly shove to my feet.
“I can explain,” Connor bites out from the floor as he shoves his knotted cock away before he looks up. His expression laxes, his eyes widening when he takes in what I look like. “Actually, maybeyoushould explain. What the fuck, Whitley?”
The footsteps sound closer, and I panic dance in place, trying to cover my body. My stomach plummets with the realization I’m wearing a torn corset and garters and my gaze darts around—we didn’t make it up to our wing.
We’re one floor above the ballroom.
I’m about to get caught having sex with my boss while wearing garters and fur. No. Wait. That isn’t the main problem here! But my mind snags on the onlynormalpart about what’s happening.
“We couldn’t make it to a freaking bedroom?” I growl out, even though I totally know that’s my fault. Trying to cover myself with my shredded dress, I’m unsure of what to do or how to react.
Footsteps and the sounds of low voices come from near the end of the staircase, sending me into hysteria as every fiber ofthe fur that now covers my body lifts in unison. Wind suddenly whistles past through the open window at the end of the hallway. My gaze flicks to it as absolute terror rips through me like a tidal wave at the thought of anyone seeing me like this.
