Page 31 of Cursed Love
Brandy shook her head with amusement. At first, she was hesitant of Peter, but Ryan had promised he trusted Peter with his own life. Sure, she barely knew Ryan, so his promise should not have had any weight, but the small voice in her head told her to trust him. In the short time with the werewolf, she’d learned Peter was not a threat to her.
“I need you to turn.”
“You need me to turn?” Peter asked slowly.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Maybe you’re a wereparrot?”
“Huh?” he muttered.
“Peter. I need you to change forms. Turn into your wolf,” she demanded, hoping to stop both the roundabout conversation and wasting her time.
“No,” he said, shaking his head and falling back onto the couch.
“No?”
“Why on earth do you want me to change forms, babycakes? You realize Ryan would kick my ass?” Peter crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
Brandy moved to the couch and folded her right leg under her as she sat and faced him. “I need to move this along. I can’t learn how to control this new fire ability if I can’t bring it to the forefront.”
“And you think my wolf form will make you go all pyro?”
“Yes!” Brandy said and hated herself when she placed her hand on his bicep. “Puh-lease.” She pushed her lower lip out for extra emphasis.
She saw worry etched into his features. The tough and very large man vibrated with worry over her rather simple request. There was a chance it would not work, but at this point, she was desperate for forward motion in her learning process. Sure, she had learned some new spells, but the fire ball thing had only happened a handful of times.
Brandy silently cheered when she heard him mutter, “Son of a bitch.”
“If it’s too much,” he said as he stood. “If at any point I scare you, tell me, and I’ll change.” He grabbed the handle to the sliding glass door and pulled it open. “Remember one thing…”
“What’s that?” she asked, excitement bubbling up inside her as she followed him onto the deck.
He pulled his shirt over his head and looked over his shoulder on the short walk to the steps. An intricately designed set of tattoos covered his expanse of muscles. One word,Alumbra, had been woven into the different shades, and it moved as he did. “You can’t unsee any of this,” he said, his voice serious.
Brandy admired the tanned, tattooed muscles of his back. Did he mean seeing his body or his coming form, she wondered. She followed the path he took, about twenty-five yards from the cabin. The sound of a zipper stopped her in her tracks.
Peter tossed his jeans aside, and she got a quick peek at his firm ass before it was coated in hair and a tail appeared.
Her mind flashed to the first werewolf she had seen, only he had been in mostly human form, unlike Peter’s full wolf form. Fear made her body tense, warning her to run for her life. Sweat broke out over her skin, and her hands warmed.
Wolf Peter barked, pulling her back to the present. Brandy shook off the memories as he jogged to her side, quieter than she could have ever expected for a wolf his size. When he got to her side, his warm, wet tongue slid up her fingers. She raised a shaky hand and ran it over his coat. He was the most beautiful wolf, the opposite of the werewolf who had followed her—a reminder they were not the same.
Brandy scrubbed him down, smiling at his beautiful red-brown coat. Peter lowered to the ground, and she continued her attention until he rolled over. Through his thick coat, she could make out his penis. It was something she never cared about when petting a domesticated dog, but the mischievous glint in his eyes reminded her he was no ordinary animal.
“Peter! You’re so dirty!” she scolded him as she pushed to her feet. Peter did the same and when she said, “Wait until I tell Ryan,” he lowered his head with a whimper.
The wolf walked a few feet away and lay down with his head on his large paws. Brandy placed her hands on her hips. “You’re pathetic.”
Remembering why they were even out there, she rubbed her hands together. “Okay, I don’t know how to make it hap—”
A loud growl tore through the woods, and white teeth snapped in her direction. Gone was the sweet, handsome wolf, and in his place was a menacing wolf looking for blood.
Brandy stumbled backward as he stalked toward her. Her body warmed, and her fingers wiggled with power. Suddenly Peter yelped, and she found a ring of fire circling her new friend.
“Oh shit!” she whispered.
