Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 40

GRACE

Jay stands before me and even though I know it’s all sorts of wrong, I look my fill.

He’s tall and strong.

Muscles ripple across his chest and arms. I’ve seen him take on men without any fear or hesitation, but to see him now his body is honed to a weapon. And I wonder at that, because wolf or not, such strength comes from training and repetition.

I wonder if that’s why he’s homeless.

Perhaps he is military and is dealing with trauma or PTSD.

His hair is longer and it covers his eyes with how he’s standing and I think that’s intentional so I can’t get a read on him.

I let my gaze drop lower, and when I focus on that prominent part of him. It’s thick and long and growing before my eyes. My gaze shoots to his, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

In the next instant, the air in front of me shimmers. My own vision distorts as I try to track the shift, but the energy makes me blink without seeing.

Then his wolf is rubbing against my side, forcing my hand along the top of his body, as if I need any encouragement to touch him.

I rub my hands along his fur and sink to my knees to stroke him.

He nuzzles my face and neck. Not licking, but more marking me with his scent.

In pack, when we’d all shift it’s how wolves acclimate ourselves and connect. I try not to let myself read more into it.

I hate that my wolf will never get the chance to meet his. That I won’t be able to run through woods like these or scent this wolf or see him with my wolf’s eyes.

Everything is richer, brighter, stronger in my true form.

Ava, I call in my mind. But it’s like hollering into an abyss.

Jay lopes off at a jog and I run to keep up with him. He only dashes ahead maybe twenty feet or so before pausing and walking and I realize he’s doing that for me.

“No, do’t wait.” I grin. “I wouldn’t wait for you.”

He barks.

“It’s true. I’m not big. But I was fast. Let’s see what you’ve got, brother.”

His next bark is reprimanding. I laugh. “Go on.”

As the thought surfaces I grimace. I’m human now.