Her thin T-shirt dress was shredded from her body, and he snapped at her throat, hot tongue trailing down her bare, white skin.

When his muzzle pushed between her legs, she gasped, gripping the thick, black fur at his shoulders. A growl gathered in his throat, concealed behind the supple black fur, sleek to her touch.

Even his wolf is like a perfectly groomed show dog. He inhaled against her stomach, against her inner thighs, pushing his nose against the lips of her sex and breathing her in, snarling in rage when the smell of her ended, and the suppressant began.

She arched beneath him, her wolf howling in agony and frustration, and for a moment, Vanessa thought her spine might pop. It desperately wanted to lengthen and curve, to transform into something primal and powerful, wanted to be with him in the way they were meant to be together and not trapped this way. He’s hooked, silver-tipped claws dug into the dirt on either side of her head, raking and slicing at the earth instead of her flesh, because he knew her. Knew her scent, knew her wolf, and if he had dug his claws into her flesh, ripping her open, searching for her wolf, she wouldn’t have blamed him. They were scent mates, and she couldn’t deny it any longer — puzzle pieces that were only whole when they were fitted together, and it didn’t matter if he didn’t love her or if there were

other women; didn’t matter what she did with other men. They were only whole together, and she would do whatever she needed to keep him chasing her forever.

The first pass of his rough tongue made her suck in a shuddering breath, while the third made her cry out. Her voice echoed through the black woods, a moan that was nearly a sob as his rough tongue licked over her clit, again and again, pressing into her opening and growling against her heat. There was nothing unnatural about the situation, she decided, for she belonged there with him. The only unnatural thing was her, the drugs in her system and the agony beneath her skin. She knew he would be able to taste them on her, but perhaps his wolf knew he had pushed her a touch too far. After all, what would he have to chase if she stopped leading him?

She still felt the burn beneath her skin and the pressure on her spine where her wolf wanted to burst free, but he still knew exactly how to lick her clit, even in this form. She gripped the black fur at his neck, thrusting upwards against the wolfish snout, riding his face as she had countless times before, not stopping until she gushed on his tongue.

His cock in this form looked nothing like his own. Thick and red, rising from a short, black-skinned sheath, he was already dripping. He had pushed up on his knees after coating his mouth in her release, muzzle shining in the moonlight, and his cock loomed over her. She needed to turn over, needed to get on her knees for him, but she wanted to touch him first. Her nail traced a snaking vein from base to tip, her thumb rolling over the slightly pointed tip, gripping his shaft as best she could as his dark red knot swelled at the bottom of his shaft.

When he mounted her, she did nothing to stop him. Held her ass up high, as she would have done in her other skin. The air left her body when the tip of his head caught at her lips, breaching her for the first time. He already had the biggest cock she’d ever ridden in his everyday form; his wolf’s was bigger. His wolf’s was bigger, but she was not, her pathetic human body struggling to accommodate his stretch. Vanessa’s eyes rolled back when he began to thrust, every drag of him within her seeming to displace one of her vertebrae. She laced her small, white fingers with his, huge and black and claw-tipped, moaning again when she felt the press of his knot at her entrance. Her anger, at least for the moment, was forgotten, and she hoped this meant his was as well.

“Knot me, baby,” she whined, gasping as he snarled against her. His pace was relentless and driving, and she pushed back against him. “I want to take your knot, Gray. It belongs to me. You belong to me.”

She felt she was being cleaved in two, each rock of his hips making her jolt, her head lolling. His teeth snapped at her neck, and his hips surged, and the world went white in an explosion of pain and

bliss, his knot sealing them together. She shook beneath him, her climax tinged with pain, pleasure and pain, and she felt his teeth at her shoulder again within her continued to increase, and she realized he was filling her womb, her a flood of molten heat that made her belly bulge, a growl ripping from his throat as he emptied within her.

She had leaked the evidence of their coupling for several days, necessitating the use of a panty liner for the first time in ages. Since then, the dream of being taken by his wolf in her human form had been a regular fantasy. She hated that it got her so wet, hated that it made her so needy, for it was mortifying to contemplate, positively embarrassing to admit, and worst of all — he had been a smug shit about it, even more puffed up than he usually was, in danger of floating away.

“Are you dreaming of my wolf again?” he asked with a sly smile, crowding her against his desk.

“No,” she insisted indignantly, knowing he could tell she was lying. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk, not stopping until he’d lifted her onto it with a squeak.

“I think we both know that’s not true, rabbit. Why don’t you let me give you what you need.”

It was one thing to share his bed each month in the lead-up to the moon. It was quite a different matter for him to sit before her in his giant leather chair, rolling to the desk and lifting her legs around him, easing up her skirt until he could lower his head and nip her thighs.

“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want. You’re already dripping for me.”

His nose pressed to the front of her panties, pressing into her slickness. A deep, rumbling groan vibrated against her skin, and she sighed in spite of herself, her legs dropping open a bit further for him. “That’s it, baby. Let me give you what you need.”

His first lick was against the pink silk, hot and wet and exactly the way she remembered his wolf’s tongue feeling that night. She truly did feel guilty for being so terrible at sucking his cock, Vanessa thought, breath shuddering out of her, for he could teach a master class in eating her out. He hummed against her skin in appreciation, thick tongue sliding into her folds, his lips fastening on her like the suction end of a tentacle. He sucked and licked, bumping her with his nose, providing slurping kisses to her clit that made her toes curl, acting like a man starved and not one who’d had an eighty-dollar steak for lunch.

Vanessa gripped his hair, rocking her pelvis into him with small gasps, too conscious of his assistant right outside the locked door. He pulled back slightly, and she tightened her grip on his hair, worried that he was about to torture her with stopping, but he’d only been moving his hand into place, two thick fingers sliding into her as his lips re-fastened on her clit. Her climax started behind her navel, heat building and spreading until her knees were shaking, stretched around his mountain-like

shoulders. The addition of his fingers sent her over the edge, and she rode his tongue to a spine-quivering release, white sparks shooting behind her eyes as she gripped his hair and tried to hold in her moan of pleasure.

She was sheepish when she looked down at him, a self-satisfied grin splitting his face, glistening with her release.

“Do you need to . . .”

“Yeah,” he agreed, sucking his fingers clean. “I do.”

Her hands worked nimbly at his belt buckle when he stood, reaching in and drawing out his stiffened length, already thick and straining. When he pushed his fat cockhead into her, she expected him to hilt himself until he was balls deep. That was how he liked fucking her, as deep as he could go, his pelvis flush to hers, but he didn’t. Back and forth several times, just the head, breaching her over and over again. Holding himself in hand, he slid his cock tip up and down her folds, from cunt to clit, coating himself in her slick. She reached down to cup his balls, full and fat in her hand, rolling and squeezing, helping him along as he began to penetrate her shallowly once more.