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I feel the slow, seductive flow of my warm blood down my skin.
I feel the hard bars rubbing against my muscles and cock.
I feel the pounding of my heart, the warmth of her body, and the softness of her curves.
Quinn is a beast, she was born that way, but I was made into one.
My head falls back as pleasure explodes through my body, dragging me with it, and with a guttural moan, I come in my own trousers just from her teeth.
I mewl when she pulls her fangs free and licks the wounds, lapping away my blood before pressing her stained lips to mine and forcing me to taste my own blood and submission. I kiss her back, limp and satisfied, willing to do anything else, but it quickly turns hard.
Our teeth clash as desire storms through me, stoked back to life by her touch until we are both groping each other through the bars, needing more.
Breaking away, she drops her eyes to my rapidly hardening cock. “Quinn?—”
We both still at the shuffle, a noise from one of my brothers. We wait and slowly relax when it doesn’t come again.
“Later,” she promises just as there is a very human groan behind her.
“What the fuck happened?”
Vale.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Irelease Jai and turn to Vale. His eyes are wide and panicked. He’s swaying on his feet, looking paler than normal, and when he glances down to find himself naked, he balks and stumbles back so fast, he falls on his ass.
The commotion wakes Lucien, who stretches and smiles sleepily at me before blinking. He glances down at his hand as he makes a fist, his eyes widen, and then he looks back to me and then his brother, his own panic becoming evident.
Fucking hell.
“Calm down,” I order them. I can see them bristling, their muscles rolling with the need to change, and if they don’t get that under control soon, then we are all dead.
“Did we turn? Did we make it? Why do I feel so full?” Vale places his hand on his racing heart. It’s thumping so fast, I can hear it. His legs shake, his claws lengthen, and hair sprouts on his arms. He yelps when he sees it.
Lucien climbs to his knees, eyeing his body warily, his panic silent but there.
The stench of their fear makes my nose twist as I hold out my hands like they are wounded animals. “Breathe, relax, you are okay.”
“This is not fucking okay,” Vale snaps, his panic talking despite the fact he made this choice. For a moment, I eye the mark on his chest, my bite mark, before pressing my hand to my chest.
“Watch my breathing, slow and steady, in and out,” I murmur, my voice soft, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
They are spiralling and turning along with it, ready to burst out of their human forms.
Nice Quinn isn’t helping, so let’s try mean Quinn.
“Stop it,” I snap, and my venomous voice catches their attention, their gazes swinging to me. “You have to calm down,” I tell Vale. “Your wolf reacts to heightened emotions, and any new wolf, even turned, is susceptible to that.You feel too deeply and your wolf senses it and rushes to the front to protect you. If you don’t calm down, you are going to keep turning and eventually be stuck like that. To master your wolf, you must master your emotions. Feel them and let them wash through like a trickle, but don’t feel that fire. Don’t fan the flames, and don’t be afraid of the wolf. The more you are, the more it will fight back. Accept it. It’s part of you. Welcome it, let it fill your body. You are the same now.” I show him my breathing. “That’s it, slow breaths. Fighting yourself will not help, and we don’t have time for me to teach you six to twelve months of puppy training, so listen up.”
I look at them, meeting each of their gazes, and make sure they are listening. “The first few times you change, it will be slow and hard. It will hurt like a bitch. Don’t fight that. Let it hurt because the less you fight, the quicker it is. We need you to practice your change as many times as you can before they throw you in with the ferals. The split second it takes for you to change is enough for them to gut you. You are weak and vulnerable when you shift, and if you’re slow, you’re dead.”
As I’ve been speaking, Vale and Lucien have stopped hyperventilating. Their eyes are still wide, but they are breathing slower, and their change seems to have halted.
“Just breathe for a moment, and when you are ready, I will walk you through the change. We don’t have time for me to hold your hand and play nice. They could be back any minute. This is going to hurt, and it’s going to suck, but you wanted this, and this is how we survive.”
Vale nods jerkily, closing his eyes for a moment. I swing my gaze to Lucien, who watches my chest rise and fall and seems to copy my breathing.
“It feels like I’m too full, like my skin is too tight,” Vale whispers.
