Page 83 of Howl You Doin?
“It’s only been a few hours, and I know it’s scary. Believe me, I know it is, but you’re doing much better than I did during my first turning.” He leans back to look into my eyes sincerely, his gaze flicking between mine. “I swear to you here and now, we can take this as slow or as fast as you prefer. Whitley, I have been waiting for you for more than three hundred years. Just allow me the chance to prove how much I care for you.”
Three hundred years. Wow.
I can sense trust forming between us the more he talks. It’s clear this is just as shocking to him as it is to me, but he seems more than willing to go at my speed. Maybe I can do this.
“Look, maybe you’ll feel better once you see what you look like? I can sometimes think more clearly in that form, and it could be the same for you,” he says, making me realize I’m coming to terms with the fact that I can change myself at all.
I nibble at my lips. “Okay. What do I do?” I might as well get a good look at myself.
“Well, first we have to get naked.” He wiggles his brows.
A smile pulls at my lips at his playfulness. I needed that, for him to act like this is normal.
He steps back and away from me, quickly shucking off his clothes as if it’s no big deal to be nude out of doors. I purposely keep my gaze above the waist and try to not squirm as he morphs and changes into his wolf. It starts at his chest, where a dark-brown tuft of fur spreads out and across his body, covering his limbs and spreading to his fingertips as claws begin to jut from their ends. He’s a good head taller than his human form and now basically a big, muscly, fur-covered humanoid creature. His eyes are a beautiful yellow, like burnt gold, framed by big wolfy ears and a snout.
I suddenly feel very Little Red Riding Hood, except I have firsthand knowledge of what the Big Bad Wolf can do with that tongue, and it makes my pussy throb.
Connor’s furry head almost touches the top of the fountain, and it’s about a foot away from topping the hedge. His long snout and big ears make me want to reach out and pet him.
Can I pet that dog?
I move to hug him on impulse and squeeze him tightly. He stiffens in my arms, as if he can’t believe what’s happening, but his arms loop around me to squeeze back. Claws gently stab into the top of my butt cheeks.
“You should be screaming and yelling at me, possibly fainting, but instead you offer hugs.” His gruff and scratchy wolf voice is all confusion.
My cheeks grow hot, and I push away, grateful he lets me go. I force myself to hold in a giggle when I notice his large bushy tail wagging happily.
Being in his arms now is somehow even better than before. It doesn’t help that most of my previous anger about being bitten in the first place is gone, now that I’ve had a moment to process a little.
“Alright, your turn, cupcake.”
I decide to be bold and take my clothes off in the same nonchalant way he did and set them in a pile next to his.
“You would test the willpower of the gods,” he bites out, covering his manhood.
I relax at his words; the low timber of his voice makes me feel beautiful.
“Now, breathe in deep, close your eyes, and think about changing.”
I do as he asks and shut my eyes, screwing them tight. Nothing happens.
“No, relax. Feel your true form just beneath your skin and let her stretch. Calmly.” Connor’s voice is low and soothing as he begins to rub gentle circles across my lower back.
Forcing myself to relax, I listen to the drip of the water, allowing my body to become still.
“Good. Now dig in and reach for her. She will show up,” he whispers, and steps away to give me space.
My brows twitch but he’s right, there is something there—a deep well of energy.
“It’s glowing,” I tell him, feeling a bright yellow fog of power well up inside me.
“Right. Now let it out.”
I do as he says, letting the feeling roll over me, and a warm sensation starts at my chest and spreads. A heavy weight settles in my tailbone, and I can feel a tail forming there. Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt—it actually feels quite nice.
“You’ve done it. Come look.”
I open my eyes, and he gestures at the still blue fountain, so I edge toward him to look down at the water.
