either. She nipped at his belly. He did the same. She reared up and he clashed with her. The pine needles in the trees above them trembled with their collective growls, like a small earthquake in their clearing.
He made to snatch the scruff of her neck in his teeth, but she grabbed him first and pressed him down, his chest to the ground. He tried to shake her off, but he could not dislodge her or push himself to his feet. His lips drew back from his teeth.
Kelly withdrew to stand a few paces from him. Then, as his legs coiled to spring, she returned to human skin. When he launched into the air, she changed him back as well.
He fell on her in mid-shift, his arms still long, his teeth still sharp and too big for his mouth. Using her legs and his momentum, she kicked out at his stomach, and he flew over her, tumbling onto the ground prostrate and winded. She back-somersaulted to her knees and jumped nimbly to stand over him, feet on either side of his hips. He wheezed and rolled to face her, holding his stomach through the rest of his transformation.
This time she could say it. “Come at me, wolf.”
He snapped his legs to the sides to knock her ankles out from under her, genuinely catching her by surprise. He grabbed her waist before she could fall on top of him, and she hovered above him by the sheer strength of his arms. His teeth, while human, were still bared and clenched.
“What are you playing at?” he growled.
Kelly’s hands were white in the moonlight. She caressed his face, brushing him as softly as ribbons, her hands whispering over his skin.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she whispered.
He abruptly let her go, shock bleeding the silver in his eyes to dullness. Kelly just couldn’t let that happen. She kept herself afloat, rising and falling a little above him as though she rested on water.
“I don’t want…” he began.
But then she lowered herself onto him and he met her mouth halfway. Kelly felt like she was burning, so close to another werewolf again. Her skin seared where he touched her, and from his groans, she knew he suffered the same fever. He wouldn’t know where it had come from or what drove him. He didn’t have to know. He just had to follow where that instinct was taking him. That was what the night—every night—was for.
They fought with their mouths and tongues and teeth as though they were still the wolves. They vied for dominance and both won. He was finished transforming back, but his arms were long and strong around her. When she caught his lip between sharp teeth, he groaned, eyes rolling back.
She kissed his neck. She sensed his quivering desire for her to bite down, but she would save that for another night, because there were parts of him that were far more needful at the moment, and Kelly had not yet hunted. She was hungry.
“What have you done to me?” Malcolm asked breathlessly. His body arched up to meet her as she moved her lips down his body and dipped her tongue into his navel. The blunt head of his leaking erection left a smudge on her chin.
“This is you,” Kelly said. “All of you.” There were times when it was appropriate to go slow, to tease, to lick, to take one’s time, to make one’s partner go completely out of his mind, and Kelly hoped she would get that opportunity in the future, because by her estimation, his cock was as wonderfully sculpted as the rest of him. But she was hungry and hornier than she had been in a good long while, and she needed a good, long cock down her throat. She moaned in delight as she tasted him, strong, savoury flesh filling her mouth. Malcolm cried out over and over again as she wrenched pleasure from him.
When she raked her teeth over the stretch of hypersensitive skin, he shouted, a mixture of an aroused growl and a helpless human scream, a sound that went right to the centre of pleasure that pulsed through her body, but she didn’t touch herself. The blissful stimulation of him moving in her mouth, sliding