Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
The wolf snorts.
Holy shit. There is no mistaking those arctic blue eyes.
“Kaja?” I can feel my heart beating. This is what she meant the night before when she begged to change. Cara was right. My consort is two-natured.
Kaja laughs, the sound pealing like a happy bell as she falls forward into my arms in human form. The change is so effortless I almost don’t notice it. One moment there was a furry wolf begging for my attention, and the next, my wife’s naked body falls laughing onto my lap. My hands come up to catch her.
“You should have seen your face,” she says, covering her mouth. Her eyes are full of mischief. “You looked like you might pee yourself in your fear. You did not expect that.”
“No, Kaja,” I say, still trying to get over the shock. My wife can change into a wolf. “I did not expect that my bride would greet me with fur and fangs.”
She sits up, all joking gone. Her face falls. “You do not like my fangs?”
My heart warms, and I pull her close. She’s such a sweet thing. I push her hair back behind her ears. Her hair is soft, a deep, rich brown. “I love your fangs. You’re beautiful, and you know it.”
“Am I?” She cuddles close, breathing me in. She doesn’t seem at all self-conscious. I run my fingers through her hair, entwining us together. I love the dark brown softness. “I would not know. One cannot see oneself.”
I chuckle. Her plane really is backward. “Wow. So no mirrors on your plane, then. I have no idea how I would survive without a mirror. Wait here.”
I force myself out of bed. There’s a handheld mirror in the dresser, and I bring it back to Kaja, who lies on the bed watching me. The intimacy of the moment hits me. She’s watching her lover move. I know the feeling. Now I need to show her how gorgeous she is. I sit down and hold the mirror out. “This is you, Kaja.”
She gasps and sits up. Staring into the mirror, she leans forward. I can’t help but watch her breasts. They’re soft and round, with pretty pink and brown nipples that harden at the merest whisper. She touches her face as though unsure of the image before her.
“Do you see how beautiful you are, consort?”
A slow smile parts her lips. I feel the air around me change, like a puff of wind blowing through, and she’s a wolf once more. She noses the mirror playfully.
“Yes, you’re fucking amazing in this form, too,” I concede, wondering if I’m making a monster. Will I have to fight her for the mirror in the morning? I stop that line of thinking. It isn’t like I’m going to live with her long-term or anything. We’re only having fun.
The flap to the tent opens, and Meg walks in.
“Good morning,” she says with her usual exuberance. “I came to take Kaja to breakfast. Holy shit!” She backs up, never moving her eyes off the wolf on the bed. “Dante, stay calm. I have the gun in my backpack. I’m going to back out, and I’ll go get it. Don’t make any sudden moves, okay?”
I laugh and pet my wolf-wife. Kaja’s head cocks as she looks at Meg, curiosity in her eyes. I wonder if Kaja sees Meg differently in her wolf form. There are a lot of questions I have for my wife. I put a hand on her fur and lean toward Kaja. “She thinks you want to eat me, love. Actually…” My mind goes to all sorts of dirty places. “No, that borders on bestiality. You’re going to have to do that as a human. There are levels even I won’t sink to. Though, not many.”
Meg’s eyes go wide. She stops in her tracks. “Are you trying to tell me that’s Kaja?”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything,” I say with a frown. “I’m trying to enjoy being in bed with my consort, even if she is shedding. I think she’s trying to get rid of her winter coat.” I brush some stray fur off the bed. I’m going to have to tell the housekeeper to upgrade the vacuuming robots if Kaja runs around the penthouse in this form very often.
Meg ignores me. She approaches Kaja, who sits up regally. Kaja cocks her head as though asking a question.
“Wow,” Meg says softly. “That’s a werewolf. That is so cool. I can’t begin to describe it.”
“Werewolf?” I’ve never heard the term. “I don’t know if I like that. I was going to suggest shanimal. You know, she because Kaja’s a girl, and animal because, well, there she is.”
Both females turn my way. I know what they’re thinking. I absolutely know when someone thinks I’m a dumbass. I shrug it off. “Fine, werewolf it is then. But it’s not catchy like shanimal. Don’t expect it to seep into our cultural lingo or anything.”