“No. I’m too nervous.”
He took off the jacket he had on and then his boots before he sat down beside her. At first, she stiffened, but she was actually starting to lean toward him as they stared at each other. It was the weirdest sensation she could only describe as finally coming home. She was in the place she was supposed to be all along.
“Have you ever heard of shifters?” he asked.
It took an effort to pull her attention away from her feelings and concentrate on his words. “Like the people that can turn into animals?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Kind of. I think I read about some in fairy-tale books when I was a child. Why?”
“I’m a shifter.”
Her eyes widened, and then she snorted. “How about we say you’re a little crazy instead? I’d believe that faster than the other bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit.” He sighed when her grin widened, and he stood. “I’m going to shift and turn into my wolf.”
She laughed. “Okayyy.” It will be interesting to see how far he went with this tale.
“Do not be afraid of me, mate. The wolf or I would never hurt you.”
He started pulling off his clothes.
She held a hand out. “Whoa. Now, wait a minute, big guy…”
“I have to, or I’ll rip them. Before the night is over, you will be intimately used to my body.”
She should be thinking about what he just said, but her brain became muddled as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor. He took off everything and stood in front of her in all his glory, and damn, he was the best-looking man she’d ever seen. Everything about him was huge, including his very hard cock that pointed straight at her.
She was staring at his cock one second, and the next, she was face to face with a huge black wolf. Her mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t grasp what had just happened before her very eyes. When it finally dawned on her, she tried to scream.
The wolf sat and whined. Her mouth snapped shut. He used his paw to touch her leg.
She had to be dreaming because this kind of stuff didn’t happen in the real world. Right? Or was she finally losing her mind?
Chapter Two
When he caught her scent in the forest, he thought he’d finally lost his mind. He’d struggled to hold onto some of his sanity for years, but now he thought he might have failed.
In his pack, if male wolves didn’t find their mate by a certain time, their bodies were racked with pain daily, and their minds deteriorated over time and became more like a feral wolf they couldn’t control. Female wolves had it easier. Their bodies ached, but nothing close to males, and their minds weren’t affected if they didn’t mate. They also didn’t live as long as mated ones.
The closer he got to the road, the stronger the scent of vanilla and strawberries got. He knew who she was. His father had explained what happened when he found his mate, he just never thought it would happen to him. He prayed every day of his life for this moment, and it was finally here.
His father told him that her scent would draw him to her instantly, and his cock would become hard for the first time in his life. He would immediately want to mate with her. His father was right. He’d been miles away and still smelled her.
Blake watched her use the fender of her car to brace herself so she could take a piss. He smiled a few times because she was so clumsy. He guessed that was the first time she’d ever done something like that.
When she was facing the other way, he crept up behind her. As long as he lived, he’d never forget the first question out of her mouth about being a bigfoot. He was so proud of her when she didn’t get hysterical. She was even mostly docile on their trip home, but too much of it was because of her fear, which he hated.
Now he sat in front of her in his wolf form, trying to think of something to ease her fright. He crept forward, slowly laid his head on her lap, and looked up at her. She inhaled and shuddered before she reached out and touched the top of his head.
“This is what you want, wolf?”
He whined and nudged her hand to keep petting him. He needed her to feel free and safe around him. Blake thought he’d been doing a good job of holding back the desire to mate, but her touches and the scent of her arousal were slowly driving him insane.
He turned back into a man but still knelt in front of her with one of his large hands on her thigh.
“How are you doing?” he asked.