“I can’t stop,” Ragnar grits out. “We can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” I hiss, arching my back as his hands twist in the fabric of my shirt, fingernails turning to claws, and this could be the last moments of my life for all I know.
But, somehow I don’t care.
Ragnar roars at the ceiling. I look up, seeing his teeth lengthening as his neck thickens.
“No!” he growls, the intensity shaking the fibers of my very being and his canines retreat, his body seeming to settle as everything starts to spin. “No! No, not now...”
Without a thought, I shove my hand down the front of my pants until I feel the slick heat. I rub down through my wet folds as Ragnar backs away, pain in his eyes as he watches my hand moving and he drops to the floor on all fours, his eyes wide as I circle my clit and look at this man’s face. His jaw going thick, his back arching.
He’s shifting, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. He’s fighting it, I can see the madness twisting his face as I move both hands now to the button on my pants, popping it and working the zipper, giving my hand better access to the throbbing need that is now running the show.
“I can’t stop it,” Ragnar snarls as I see what was the scruff of his beard lengthen, fur starting to sprout down his neck and over his arms. “I’m sorry…” He growls, then turns toward the doorway, but my words stop him.
“Stay! I want to see. Watch me while I watch you.”
He swivels his head as I listen to the cracking sounds and watch his body changing right in front of me.
“No!” He lowers his head, his eyes getting bigger as I arch my back, then wiggle down my pants, kicking off my shoes to show him all of me.
“Stay,” I repeat, pressing my fingers into the soaking arousal before bringing them to my lips. “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours…”Chapter 7RagnarI thought she was perfect before, but one look at that pretty, wet, pink pussy and I may as well resign myself to my fate.
She’s more than perfect. One of a kind like a snowflake on a winter morning, beautiful and delicate.
Far too delicate for a beast like me.
She’s the sort of woman that starts wars. I already know I would kill for her. One or a thousand, it wouldn’t matter. If she was in danger, my rage would know no bounds.
Her twinkling blue eyes are on me, baiting me, but I don’t care. The dark lashes flutter as her fingers move on her sex.
Short, puffy breaths dance in and out, raising and lowering her chest as her teeth pinch into her lower lip. She knows what she’s doing. Her innocence flickers in her wide eyes, taking turns with an inner vixen that is driving me to the edge of sanity.
Her delicate fingers loop around her clit and the contrast of her softness is met with my own deep growl as I strip out of my clothes, knowing if I don’t get them off quickly, I’ll be walking naked back to Gran’s house, and as much as I adore her, giving her the full Monty is more than I want to share.
My senses are heightened as I let my bear take control. Her scent is overtaking me now, a thousand times more intense than when I am in human form. Her legs open, arousal dripping from her sacred opening making the room start to spin and I relinquish the moment to the primal part of me. .
I’ve never been so out of control of the shift as I am right now. Blood heats my veins as I feel the spark and tingle spread over my tightening skin. Her breathing sounds like sonic booms in my head, my hearing more acute than ever.
I step back, nearly to the doorway, putting space between us just in case.
My spine audibly snaps; the welcome discomfort is only a gateway to a relief unlike anything a normal human would understand.
Releasing that inner primal animal is a catharsis. Running free, growling, fighting and yes, sometimes killing. The snap of blood on your tongue, the adrenaline, the manic conflict of man and beast within the same body, is the definition of a blessing and a curse.
But, right now, all I see in front of me is blessing, and as my eyes roll back, and I drop to my hands and knees, I’m ready to let it all happen.
My nails turn to claws, my bones snapping and changing as skin tears and covers with fur. My muscles thicken, harden, and within a minute I’m merely a passenger inside my grizzly.
On the bed Wynter’s other hand comes down to spin on her clit with two fingers as her middle digit on her other hand plunges into her depths. The wet, sucking sound has my bear drooling in buckets, and my fear that she would be terrified, would reject me, is lost in the sound of her moans of pleasure.