The big black wolf gets up and trots off like nothing just happened. It doesn't even bother looking back, as if it knows there's no chance the silver wolf will attack. The other three follow a moment later and I let out a shaky breath.
"Titus?" I whisper.
Am I going crazy? It's one thing to see a spirit animal-something from beyond the veil. It's another to believe an actual, real wolf is the same being as the man I was with earlier.
The wolf turns bright blue eyes on me.
My stomach flips.
It's the same wolf from my vision.
Definitely.
"Titus?" I try again.
And suddenly there's a blur of motion, a cracking of bones and the man stands before me.
Buck naked, cock erect.
Beautiful.
Raw power radiates from him.
Or is it magic? Because he's certainly something of the magical realm if he can change form at will.
I stumble back, suddenly frightened. I throw out a hand to catch myself on the RV. "Wh-what are you?"
His eyes still shine bright blue, not the slate gray they should be. His teeth still gleam extra white, canines too long.
"Get inside." His voice is raspy and rough, like he's forgotten how to talk.
I'm trembling, although I can't tell if it's from fear or something else. Anticipation. Desire.
Probably all of those things.
"Y-you're a wolf."
"Yeah." He advances on me, a predatory gleam in those blue eyes, and I'm forced to back up into the Airstream.
"Titus?"
It hits me suddenly.
Werewolves are real. He's a werewolf and the moon is full, which means…
Oh goddess, what does it mean?
"What happens to you when the moon is full?" My voice sounds as raw and scratchy as his now.
He catches the hem of the thin cotton nightshirt I was sleeping in and tugs it over my head. "Let's find out."
I'm naked. He's naked. The air charges between us, ready for the incendiary spark.
Most of my fear evaporates. If he's going to eat me, I don't think it will be in the Big Bad Wolf kind of way.
"Titus…"
His torso bumps into my chest as he crowds me against a wall. I don't know what I want from him-an explanation, a discussion. But he's not having it. He's still half-beast, and his wild side wants to get frisky.
Okay, then. I'm down.
All it takes is one touch.
When I grip his arm with my good hand for stability, he pounces, mouth descending for a searing kiss, arms scooping under my ass to pick me up. He carries me to the bed and falls onto it with me beneath him. His breath is hot against my neck as he drags his open mouth from my ear to shoulder. His cock wedges between my legs, skimming along the wet petals of my sex.
One thrust and he's in me-without either of us guiding the way. He pumps in and out, still kissing and sucking along my neck, my ear, my mouth. His tongue delves between my lips.
"Titus!" It seems to be the only thing I'm capable of gasping. I wrap my arms around his neck and rock my pelvis in concert with his, taking him deeper, receiving all the dangerous passion he brings.
Titus is always a rough lover. This time is no different, but there is a change. That underlying anger and frustration he usually brings is gone. He's stripped bare now, it's just his unchecked animal passion.
And he devours me.
Flesh slaps flesh, the RV rocks and creaks so loud I fear it will fall apart at the bolts. Everywhere he touches me brings searing awareness. He rises up to his knees and holds my hips, lifts and tilts me to the best angle and fucks hard.
I lose my breath. Even though my own need is off the charts, my body's pliant and yielding, instinctively reacting to his extreme aggression. It must know asserting my own will, trying to direct the action could result in pain. I submit, surrender to the sensations, the pleasure, the rushing in my body to meet him. Receive him.
He snarls. I see the wolf again, just below the surface. Not the real wolf, but his wolf spirit. This time I don't see it coming, His teeth sink into my shoulder the instant he comes.
It hurts but I hardly register the pain. It's the opposite of an out-of-body experience. I'm so in my body I'm awash with sensation. There's a rightness to the experience-like his teeth belong in my shoulder at the moment of orgasm. Like it's some ritual I've secretly known my entire existence but it only bloomed into my consciousness right now.
I climax, my eyes rolling back, pussy clenching and releasing around his cock.
And then I drift off-surfing the edge of consciousness and awareness of so many dimensions.
Titus
THE SHARP TANG of blood on my tongue brings me fully back.
Oh fuck.
What have I done?
"Baby?" I murmur softly, lapping at Sunny's wound with my tongue to speed the healing.
Thank fuck-I don't think I hit an artery. The blood loss is minimal and the wound doesn't appear too deep.
But I just violated pack law. First, I let a human see me shift, then I marked her. Both acts are forbidden. And the oldest of laws would require me to kill any human who knows about our kind.
Which obviously isn't going to happen.
But damn. I really screwed up. My alpha is going to have my head. I could lose my place in the pack-again.
Again, over a female.
But my self-flagellation has no place here right now. I need to take care of my female. She's injured and probably scared and confused.
"Was that a love bite?" she mumbles.
"What?" A choked laugh tumbles from my lips. My crazy, brilliant female. She doesn't even know what she knows.
"A love bite? Or am I going to turn into a werewolf now?"
I muffle a laugh, dropping my face into the crook of her neck and kissing along her hairline. "It doesn't work that way. We're a separate species. Not diseased."