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My eyes widen. I try to turn back and peek.
“Uh-uh, eyes on me,” Aston says. “Lor would never hurt you in whatever form he might take. Unlike a wolf, he can speak in beast form. I’m not going to lie. He is a fearsome bastard.”
I gulp. “When is he going to shift, then?” I try to peek back, but he cups my chin between his thumb and fingers and holds it in place.
“He has already shifted lass.”
I squeak. I try to turn around, but the firm grip on my chin holds me still.
“Remember, it is Lor. Remember, he would never hurt you.” Aston glances up at something over my shoulder.
Why does he glance so far up?
I swallow thickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a hulking mass of gray and cream fur. Goodness! He is absolutely huge.
His shadow falls over me as claws skitter against the wooden floor. His scent hits me first, far more potent in this form, before his heat blankets my back, and a giant clawed hand settles on my shoulder. He squeezes lightly, and I feel a faint prick against my skin.
I fear I might spontaneously combust at the strange awareness coursing through me. Another clatter of claws against the wooden floor signals him edging closer.
A loud sniff stirs my hair, and then a sweet, deep, rumbly purr softens my whole being.
“Let me look at him, please.”
Aston nods once and lowers his lips to mine for a chaste kiss before he releases me and steps back.
I turn slowly, a little fearful but a lot intrigued, until I find myself face to face with Lor’s beast.
“Oh!” My hand flies to my throat as I look up and up, taking all of him. He stands on two legs, a towering bipedal beast, broad of chest and powerful body packed with muscle. His thick gray fur turns to cream at his snout and belly. The top of his head skims the ceiling: a wolf’s head with a long snout. But his eyes, those pretty blue eyes, filled with hunger and longing, and that I have seen on both man and wolf, tells me this is no monster but Lor, my mate.
“Goodness, you are huge.” I take an unsteady step back and bump into Aston, who stands behind me. His fingers are gentle as they rest at the back of my neck, squeezing gently before his thumb caresses the side of my throat.
And, that quickly, any lingering fear fades as heat pools in my belly.
“And magnificent,” I add in a whisper, my hand reaching out until my fingers brush against the softest, most decadent fur at his belly.
As I curl my fingers into his fur, he rumbles an approving purr.
Emboldened, I step forward out of Aston’s hold, two hands sinking into the fur at Lor’s belly and sliding up through the softness all the way to his chest. It seems natural to rub my cheek against him and snuffle his fur.
His purr deepens to a rumbly growl. Suddenly, the world spins as I am plucked from the ground, and he takes me to the bedroom with swift strides that jostle me around, nothing but a toy in his hands. He stops at the bed, tearing furs and blankets off with one hand, before striding for the corner. Here, he drops the nesting materials on the floor and me onto them.
I scramble to my feet, feeling tiny before the giant beast who boxes me with hands braced to the walls as he lowers his snout to study me.
“Well, fine then,” Aston says from behind. “I guess we’re going to rut her on the floor.”
Lor crowds closer, a low rumble in his chest as he lowers his snout and licks my throat.
“Oh!” I try to bat him off. His tongue is large and tickles. “What are you doing?”
He lavishes my throat again before his tongue dips down into the bodice of my dress.
“Lor!” My belly is full of jitters. He growls low, his claw catching the collar of my dress. A distinct tearing sound follows, accompanied by cool air hitting my exposed breast.
“Hush, little one,” Lor rumbles. “I will not harm you.”
Little one.Those words, his name for me, instill instant calm. A smile breaks out across my lips as I cup the side of his snout, giggling when he lavishes my palm with his big tongue.
“Not quite the reaction I was going for.” There is no mistaking the humor in his deep, rumbly voice.
