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He’s growling out a long, deep, warning.
And the temperature changes. It goes warm. No, hot.
And…
Jared’s wolf is fucking my wolf.
Holy shit!
Something snaps alive in my chest. Something new. Something strange. It’s…I don’t know what it is.
But I can’t focus on that because what his wolf is doing to mine feels incredible. And it’s taken over my need to survive, taken over everything I am. I’ve never had sex in this form before. I always held out hope of who I expected to mate with and saved this.
It feels otherworldly.
My wolf whimpers as I lift my rear end higher, digging my claws into the grass for stability against the heavy, frantic movement happening.
His wolf licks the mate mark as well as the side of my wolf’s face and growls a low growl again. His knot emerges. Fuck! I’m a puddle of sensation.
I’m writhing under him, feeling things I’ve never felt. Not just between my wolf’s legs, also in my veins, my chest, and my… everything. More whimpers from my wolf. And now a howl from me. I don’t know why I do it, I’ve never done this before, but now he howls as well. Warmth surrounds me as well as floods me and the vibrations rev higher, climbing toward the moon itself. Filling me, surrounding me.
Wait.He's purring.
Purring!
That new thing in my chest is him. He’s there with Jared. And right now he’s got a singular focus. Me. Not killing. Not attacking. Just… me.
“Cicely, shift!”
That’s a female voice. A familiar one. I don’t know whose voice it is. I smell no one and see nothing new other than the even brighter amber glow around the moon in the sky.
“Shift, Cicely! Now! Quickly!” the familiar voice is urging, desperate. “Then tell him to shift!”
I shift. It feels dangerous and crazy, and I hope I’m not going insane and it really is one of the Young witches telling me to do this.
Jared’s wolf’s tongue again strokes the mate mark and I croak out, “Shift, Jared!”
An instant later, I hear Jared’s voice.
“Cicely?” He’s still on me, still in me. And he’s Jared again!
That command was one of the Young sisters, I don’t know which one.
We’re still locked by his knot. His hands find mine. He threads his fingers with mine as we moan together, in unison. He’s purring! Jared is purring for me. Tears prick my eyes and I let them fall as I’m overcome with emotion.
His knot releases and I turn to my back, reaching for his face, which is full of sexual promise, full of love. He’s still hard. He slams forward, filling me.
I’m bawling and moaning and holding onto him like my life depends on it.
“You’re in heat, beautiful,” he tells me.
I’m liquid. Melted. A puddle of need. I wrap my legs tight around his thighs and say, “Fuck me, baby.”
But cold shocks between my legs, and I think it’s shocking us both by the look on his face, the stark terror. He shifts again. He shifts again andoh shit… I’m not just under his massive wolf again, his wolf is breaching me.
I need to shift. I can’t. I’m perfectly still. I might even be holding my breath. My eyes close and I tell myself to breathe, but my lungs aren’t listening.
The purring gets louder. My eyes open and meet his. They’re still the slitted eyes of the super predator and now they flare, and they perfectly match the shade of the moon that’s the backdrop behind him. He lays on me, paws resting on either side of myhead, covering me with his heavy, furry body that’s no longer cold, now it’s warm. The purring continues, pauses, and the knot recedes but then immediately snaps out again.
