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“I want you.” He was breathing hard. “If we work together…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.
She responded by sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him hard in return.
He groaned once more. She was about to suggest they go somewhere private, when suddenly she felt movement near her. She drew back and saw a flow of iridescence streak by.
Grant saw it as well. “What was that?”
She gasped softly. “My wolf. I can’t believe it.” As it began to slow, there, in sparkling color, was the most beautiful glowing wolf she could ever have imagined.
“My wolf,” she repeated softly. “I’m part wolf. A new aberration.”
Grant glanced at her. “We’re all aberrations. But your wolf is exquisite.”
She drew in a ragged breath. The wolf sat on her haunches, tongue lolling, waiting. Her wolf.
On instinct, she reached a hand toward the wolf and with a drawing back movement, whispered, “Come to me.”
The wolf disintegrated like sparkling snow. A rush of energy arrived, thumped her chest, then sped through her body as though a warm wave of water passed through her.
She breathed, deeply aware that even her eyesight was different as though she and her wolf looked out at the world together.
Grant’s cut-lumber scent had grown strong or maybe her ability to smell him had increased. Gold rimmed his eyes and fur lined his cheeks.
“My wolf wants to run,” she said. “Grant, would you take me to Savage, to your pine forest? I want my wolf to race through the trees.”
He smiled. “Let’s do it.”
After saying good-by to Agnes, Natalie left the compound with Grant then rose swiftly into the air. She’d met her wolf and accepted her. They were one.
Grant’s voice entered her head. I’ll need to shift. Would you like to ride on my back?
For a moment, she thought he meant for her to climb on his back midair which would have been awkward and strange. Then she realized he was asking if she wanted to ride him like a horse through the forest when he was in wolf-form. I’m not too big for you? She was a tall woman and no lightweight.
He chuckled aloud and took her hand as they flew. Not at all. He then drew her against his side. I want you close right now as we cross into Savage.
She had no problem pressing up against him, though it took some doing to coordinate their flight styles. Natalie had always loved that she had this ability. Levitated flight rocked.
It only took a couple of minutes to reach the forest in the middle of Savage Territory. Once on solid ground and just off the main running path, she stood back as Grant shifted. She watched him carefully, she and her inner wolf. He stood upright but didn’t remove his clothes or anything else he had on him. Even a wallet or a small weapon would be absorbed in his wolf transformation.
He winked at her then smiled. She could feel his shifting energy rise. Her wolf howled within her and sudden desire sent shivers over her skin. Her sex tightened. Her breaths came faster. The air streamed quickly around him as fur began to replace Grant all at once.
The transformation took mere seconds then he was before her, pacing and stretching, feeling his wolf.
He was a beauty of dark brown fur with a buff streak from his snout, over his head and down his back to his tail.
He was massive and at least twice the size of a normal wolf. No wonder he had chuckled when she expressed her concern about carrying her weight.
He drew up next to her and turned his head in her direction to meet her gaze. Hop on.
Another sharp intake of air. Was she really doing this? Hell, yeah! Maybe because she had her own wolf, but she knew what to do as she leaped on his back easily, grabbed the thick scruff at the neck and responded, Hit it, Wolf.
With a thought and a swell of her chest, she let her wolf loose. The iridescence was easy to track as it flashed by in quick streaks.
She forced herself to connect with her wolf and that was when the fun began. She saw what her wolf saw, and she could feel each loping stride.
Faster, she urged Grant.
Even though they were deep in the forest and the path was narrower, Grant sped up. My pleasure, pierced her mind in his lowest timbre.
