The scent hit me next–my cedar and mint mingled with her chamomile and sweet apple, woven together on the fabric of the shirt. It was intoxicating, that blend of us, a declaration written in scent: This is ours. This is us.
Heat flooded through me, immediate and overwhelming. Images crashed through my mind unbidden–her beneath me, gasping my name. Her on her knees, lips parted. Her bent over the bed, looking back over her shoulder with those luminous eyes-
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, using the pain to anchor myself. Control. She deserves more than an animal lunging at her.
But gods, the sight of her. The knowledge that she’d done this, planned this, chosen to offer herself to me in this way as a gift-
She turned slowly, and the movement made the shirt shift, exposing more of her thigh. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, but her eyes met mine with shy determination.
One step toward me. Then another. Each movement made the shirt sway, revealing tantalizing glimpses of more skin, more softness, more her.
I stood frozen, every muscle locked tight, hands clenched into fists at my sides to keep from reaching for her. My cock was already hard, straining against my trousers, and when her gaze dropped and caught on the obvious evidence of my arousal, her flush deepened.
But she didn’t look away.
She stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her scent was overwhelming here, wrapped around me, making my head spin and my control fray at the edges.
‘I hope you don’t mind, she whispered, fingers rising to toy with the top button of my shirt–the shirt I was wearing now, the twin to the one on her body. I found this in the back of your closet. I… altered it a little.”
Mind? Valdor was practically howling. We’re going to die. This is how we die. This is-
“I love it, I managed, voice coming out rougher than intended. “Eileen, you look- Words failed. Perfect? Beautiful? Like every fantasy I’d tried so hard not to have about her, brought to devastating life?
Her fingers found the first button of my shirt, slipping it free with trembling hands. Then the second. The third.
Please, Valdor begged. Please let us touch her. Please-
She kissed me–soft at first, then deeper when I couldn’t help but respond. My hands found her waist, gripping probably too tight, but I needed something to hold onto as she pressed her body against mine and made those little sounds that drove me insane.
When she pulled back, we were both breathing hard. Her pupils were dilated, lips swollen and wet.
‘I’m not done, she whispered against my mouth. Then, before I could process what she meant, she was sinking down.
Down to her knees in front of me.
The sight of her there, looking up at me with those trusting hazel eyes while candlelight painted gold across her skin, nearly undid me completely. Valdor was a roar of need in my head, urging me forward, demanding I mark her, claim her, make her ours in every possible way.
My cock was fully exposed now, jutting toward her, the head flushed dark and already wet at the tip. I was bigger than most wolves in this form, I knew- thick enough that her hand could barely close around me, long enough that the idea of her taking me in her mouth seemed almost impossible.

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