KEALMy muzzle was slick. Her skin gleamed, scrubbed pink by my wolf tongue, every trace of my earlier release now vanished into my gullet.As I was looking at her in awe, I felt a wave that started at the base of my skull, signaling that I was about to transform again. It rolled downward, loosening the grip the wolf had on my bones. Fur retracted first, each silver-tipped strand drawing back into my follicles with a sensation like electricity running in reverse. My spine compressed. My jaw wrenched backward, shortening, flattening. The world dulled as my wolf senses dimmed, but something else sharpened: the specific texture of her breathing, the heat radiating off her flushed skin, the way her fingers had found my knot and were still stroking it even as the swelling tissue shrank beneath her touch.My knees buckled. I caught myself on the edge of the mattress, human again, gasping.Gina stared up at me. Her dark hair was a wild halo on the pillow. Her eyes, God, her eyes were black
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