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accusation this time. “Why am I doing this?”
    “I just wanted to show you it isn’t all bad,” Kelly said. “Being a werewolf doesn’t have to be the end of the world. There are things that you can’t do anymore, but there are new things that you can enjoy. Pleasure you can no longer experience, but also pleasure you have never known before.”
    “I want to go back,” Malcolm said.
    But Kelly felt the renewal of his interest stirring against her thigh, and she reached for him. His cock was slick with her saliva and his cum. He caught his breath, briefly closing his eyes against her touch.
    “You can’t go back,” Kelly said. “There is only ever forward. But it can be good. I promise. Can you honestly tell me that you don’t enjoy this?”
    “Oh, this I enjoy,” Malcolm said, although his eyebrows drew together. He pinched his fingers over the piercing on her nipple and twisted, making her gasp and arch her back, filling his hand with her breast. “But it’s never been like this before.”
    “No?” Kelly asked.
    “No.” He did not elaborate, just kissed her again, too softly.
    He was all tongue and she needed teeth. She bit her lip again to flood her mouth with her blood. When the taste reached him, he twisted her nipple again, this time until she moaned high into his kiss. The blood alone was enough to make him hard, his cock searching for her entrance every time she canted her hips up to meet his.
    “Get inside, Malcolm,” Kelly said with a growl, “or I’ll rip that thing off you and do it myself.”
    “Who am I to deny such a polite request?” Malcolm replied. He hissed as she wrapped her legs around him and scratched her toes—sharp-tipped with claws—down the backs of his thighs. The green glow in her eyes reflected in his as he positioned himself and thrust into her. There was no need to ease in, not when she was more than wet enough. She practically pulled him in with her inner muscles. He jerked, slamming in all the way to the base.
    “Yessss,” Kelly hissed in encouragement.
    He hooked one of her legs over his arm, almost bending her in half to give him room to brace himself and speed up. She pulled him down to kiss him again. When their sharpened teeth clicked against each other, this time it was not in battle. Their growls, lower and smoother, overlapped again, but not in anger. They tangled limbs and hair, melting the snow around them into steam almost like fog until grass and dead leaves were rough on her back. She was brought back again to her first time with a wolf. It seemed only appropriate and perhaps a little sad that she would pass on that experience to Malcolm now, even if she was not the one who had changed him. She sensed his pleasure, though, and feeling his pleasure compounded her own until she scratched bloody lines down his back to make him shout and bring him to his climax just as she felt her own reach its crest.
    “Hard,” she said hoarsely. The wolf was upon her, but she wanted to finish as a woman.
    As he came inside her, he bit the base of her neck. She felt the tingle of magic where the werewolf had already begun to heal her at the origin of the wound. A mighty, frigid wind swept through the clearing. It’s been a long time since that happened , Kelly thought blearily. It rocked them together, a counterpoint to the exquisite heat they made where they were connected. Her cunt tightened, drenching him as her own orgasm crashed through her.
    Kelly’s grin was fierce. She shifted the leg he had hooked over his arm to wrap it around his neck. There were many benefits to being flexible.
    “Run with me, Malcolm,” she said, the wolf harsh in her voice.
    “I used to be tired after this,” he replied, looking somewhere to the side of her. His eyes were a little glazed, but his heartbeat raced in excitement against her chest.
    “But you’re not now,” Kelly said.
    “No. What else has changed?”
    “Many things,” Kelly said, untangling herself from