He’d marked her as his. Not only with his cock but also with his teeth.
When he finally moved away, she wasn’t sure she was ready to face him. But she wasn’t a coward. She rolled onto her back so she could see him.
As always, he looked too damn good for her peace of mind. His big body glistened with sweat and his chest hair was damp. His cock was still semi-erect. While she watched, it twitched and started to lengthen. She shook her head with disbelief. The man was a machine.
“Bethany?”
Back to business. She took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Yes?”
“I want to show you my wolf.” That certainly wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She hadn’t seen any of the pack in wolf form. Hadn’t seen anyone transform totally into a wolf. Her only experience had been with Chrissten and Brian. Strange how she hadn’t asked and no one had pushed her.
But now the time had come. If she was going to embrace every aspect of her heritage, and she really didn’t have any choice, this was as good a beginning as any. Quinn was her mate. What that entailed exactly was anyone’s guess. She supposed they’d figure it out as they went along.
“Okay.”
Quinn rolled off the bed, his expression unreadable, except she was starting to get used to reading his subtle reactions. He retreated behind this inscrutable mask whenever he was uncertain.
Bethany sat up in bed and wrapped her arms around her legs. She didn’t try to cover herself. After what they’d just done it seemed stupid to be bashful. Plus, he was making himself vulnerable to her. It seemed only fair she do the same in return.
He stood next to the bed and waited. She gave him a nod and the transformation began almost immediately. Bones cracked and reformed. His hands morphed into paws tipped with sharp claws as he fell forward onto all fours. His skull changed shape, getting flatter on top and more rectangular than round. His jaw lengthened and fur began to cover his body.
It took only seconds and the man she’d just had the most amazing sex with was gone. In his place was a magnificent wolf. His fur was brown mixed with blond patches that matched his hair color. Thick muscles shifted and rolled as he paced silently around the room. His posture was alert, his ears erect. His mouth was open and he was panting, exposing two rows of very sharp teeth.
But it was his eyes that drew her. They were Quinn’s eyes. Pale blue and filled with a longing for something she didn’t immediately recognize. Then she knew. She understood that he wanted the same thing she did—acceptance.
“Come here.” She patted the mattress next to her. He made one leap and was beside her. “Whoa, that was quick.” He was graceful and agile and so very powerful.
She reached out her hand and then pulled it back. “Is it okay to touch you?”
“Yes.”
She jerked away when she heard the word in her head, rubbing her temple. “Did you just speak to me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, nobody mentioned anything about hearing voices.” Bethany’s heart pounded. This was crazy.
“Mated pairs can share their thoughts when they choose. You have to be open to it. I didn’t know if it would work between us because we are half-breeds.”
That made sense to her. “I think I’d rather stick to talking out loud, at least until I get used to everything else.” As though a door between them had been closed, she felt Quinn shut her out.
She bit her bottom lip but refused to feel guilty about it. She didn’t admit to herself how much she missed the close connection either. If Quinn was determined to walk away from her once he found his sister then it would be better for her if she kept some of her protective shields in place.
Bethany reached out and stroked his flank in an offering of apology. She didn’t want him to think she didn’t accept his wolf, because she did.
“You’re gorgeous like this. So strong. So powerful.” He shifted so his head was beneath her hand. She scratched behind his ears and leaned closer, nuzzling her face against his.
She felt it then. A strange itching beneath her flesh. A prickling. A yearning.
Her wolf was trying to get out. Maybe it was her proximity to Quinn in his wolf form bringing her wolf so close to the surface. Whatever the reason, there wouldn’t be a better time to try to shift.
From what she’d been told, it happened naturally and didn’t hurt. Although from what she’d seen it seemed impossible that it wouldn’t be painful to some degree. After all, her entire body was being torn apart and put back together again but with fur, thicker and more compact bones and sharp teeth.
Better to try now when it was only her and Quinn to witness the event. She didn’t want to try it on her own in case something went wrong. She had pictures in her head of her being stuck halfway, like something out of a horror movie. She shivered with fear. She didn’t want that. Nor did she want her first time to be in front of a group of people.
Sensing her discomfort, Quinn licked her face. His tongue was rough, but his intent was clear. He wanted to comfort her.
She threw her arms around him and held on for a brief moment. “I can do this,” she told herself, speaking the words aloud for courage.
Quinn tilted his head at her and she could almost hear his question. She reminded herself she would have been able to hear him if she hadn’t shut him out.
Frowning, she rolled off the bed. She sensed Quinn starting to change and held up her hands. “No. Don’t change. I want to try this. Do you think I can?”
The enormous wolf lowered his head, nodding once.
Bethany refused to pay any attention to the doubts that plagued her. Her heart was racing like a locomotive. Her legs were trembling. But she was determined to try this.
“Here goes nothing.”
Chapter Ten
At first, nothing happened. Bethany swallowed back her disappointment. Maybe it was too soon.
Her wolf pushed at her skin and a low growl rumbled up from deep in her chest. She closed her eyes, hoping that might make the transformation easier. She saw the creature immediately. The picture in her mind was perfectly clear. The female wolf was beautiful—slender, with a graceful power that could not be denied. Her fur was varying shades of light brown. The creature’s eyes were hazel.
My eyes, she thought.
No, our eyes.
There was no difference. They were one and the same. Part of one another. Her muscles rippled and she jerked back, as though she could separate from the wolf and run away from this part of herself.
Fear ripped through her, but she quickly controlled it.
She could do this. She would do this.
Taking another deep breath, she focused on her wolf, on that other part of herself. Between one heartbeat and the next her hands began to change. Her fingers shortened and her nails lengthened.
She panted hard, desperately trying not to panic, accepting the change. Willing it to happen.
She bent over at the waist as her bones cracked and reformed. She should have been horrified by what was happening to her body, but instead was more intrigued by the entire process. It didn’t hurt. Not really. It seemed more normal than she’d imagined it would, like contorting herself into a particularly difficult yoga pose. The strangeness of it filtered through her brain even as her instincts took over and just did what needed to be done. She could feel her body actually contorting and taking on a new shape.
It happened so quickly she barely had time to begin to study the sensations rocketing through her before it was over. She was a wolf. Her new body was thickly muscled, compact and very strong.
The texture of her skin had changed. The cool air of the room no longer bothered her. Why would it? She had a thick coat of brown fur to keep her warm.