Not a chance.
She gave him a reassuring smile and rested her hands on his arms.
Tension eased out of his shoulders, a tiny curl to his lips. “While you might not be able to change into a wolf or aloup garou, you did gain certain characteristics from both when you became queen. If you focus hard enough, your senses will sharpen—hearing, sight, smell, and taste. Your endurance has already increased—you’re stronger and faster.”
He captured her hand, playing with her fingers like he was nervous, and a hint of unease prickled along her spine. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Because if she suddenly developed the urge to sniff people’s asses, she was out.
“If you feel threatened, you might develop fangs and claws.” He lightly traced his fingers across the center of her palm, back and forth in such a way that she struggled to stay focused. “With enough focus, you should be able to make the transition naturally. It will eventually become second nature. For now, if you set your teeth against my skin, your fangs should form automatically.”
Morgan blew out a silent breath.
Fangs and claws were totally doable!
Curiosity got the best of her, and Morgan probed her gums with her tongue, almost disappointed when she didn’t sense anything different.
Amusement lurked in his yellow eyes, then he lifted her off her feet and tucked her on his lap. She gave an embarrassing squeak and clutched at his shoulders, the dress billowing out around them. His hands were firm, keeping her steady. Then with one hand, he reached up and undid the top buttons of his shirt, bearing more of his neck and chest.
He cupped the back of her head, guiding her forward with a light touch, but she didn’t need any more urging. When her lipslightly brushed along his neck, he shivered, his hands tightening around her reflexively so she wouldn’t get away, and his breathing became stuttered.
Despite the layers between them, his impressive erection was pressed against her stomach. Desire pooled between her legs, her breasts ached, and it was all she could do to resist squirming in his lap. As her lips brushed against his once more, a ragged groan tore from him before he could muffle it.
Her nipples tightened at the sound, and her mouth tingled, pressure pushing against her gums. The urge to bite him and claim him for her own took over. She opened her mouth, her teeth settling where his neck met his shoulders.
At the feel of her teeth, he bucked against her, and she couldn’t help but rub against him. A flash of pleasure and pain echoed through her as her fangs lengthened, puncturing his flesh. Instead of tasting blood, his power flooded her, rich and tangy, like swallowing pure sunlight.
It felt like the best orgasm ever.
He grabbed her hips, thrusting up against her without restraint, a shudder going through him. He cupped her jaw and pressed down until her fangs unlatched. Atlas caught her close when she slumped, her muscles no longer seeming to hold her own weight, and she snuggled gratefully against his chest with a contented hum.
Fucking hell.
Atlas gazed down at the slightly dazed expression on Morgan’s face and barely resisted the urge to take her mouth and ravage her. Drops of blood stained her lips, and he could see tiny fangs peeking out.
It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Ryder and Draven were helping Caedmon stand, since the man was completely out of it, barely able to remain on his owntwo feet as he swayed. Atlas had to admire the man. If it had been him, he didn’t think he would have been able to resist the need to fuck her raw.
As Kincade approached, he couldn’t stop the way his arms tightened around their mate. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Instead of trying to take her, he just leaned over and brushed a kiss to her forehead. “Ascher and I will check on the guests downstairs while you help her get changed.”
It was only after Morgan was safe in his arms and they were heading up the stairs that the tightness in his chest loosened. He’d nearly lost her today, and it would’ve been his fault.
Despite what they said, his family would come for her again and again, and he didn’t know how to stop it.
“I’m sorry,” Morgan said, rubbing her cheek against his chest so much like a snuggly cat that he expected to feel the edges of her claws against his chest, and it was all he could do not to purr.
“For what?” She sounded so forlorn that Atlas brushed his cheek over the top of her head, inhaling the smell of sunshine that made him want to bask in the glow of her controlled madness.
“I didn’t realize how much you gave up to be with me.” Her tiny fangs bit her bottom lip, distracting him so much, he almost missed what she said.
Then he scowled down at her as he shoved his way into her room. “And what did I give up?”
Big, wounded eyes lifted. “You’re royalty. You could’ve?—”
A squeal escaped her when he tossed her on the bed. He placed his hands on his hips and glared down at her, suddenly furious. “You don’t want to finish that sentence.”
“But—”
