"Both, but I won't care what we get."
Keith pulls me against his chest, and his scent makes me take a deep breath as if I'm inhaling the most decadent of smells. I place my hands on his fleece and slide my fingers into the opening of his flannel shirt. Coarse hair sprinkles his chest, and I wind my way into it.
He’s unusually warm, and I realize it's because he isn't completely human. I step back and gaze into his deep brown eyes. "Keith, can I see you shift?"
"Sure. But aren't you afraid? I mean--"
I shake my head. "No. I was before I knew it was you, but I don't think you would have showed your bear form if you couldn't control it."
He's removing his fleece, and there's a twinkle in his eyes as he says, "I'm going to strip to do this. I hope you don't mind."
I rub my hands together. "Nope, I think this might be my favorite part."
Keith chuckles as he drops his shirt to the ground with a soft whoosh. The clinking of metal sounds as he undoes his belt, and my gaze drops to see what's revealed when he pulls of his jeans.
The fact that my core is trembling in need doesn't bother me the least when I see he's turned on too. While I woke up to his cock in my face earlier today, it wasn't erect, and right now, it's larger than any I've ever seen. I should be nervous about what might happen later, but I'm not. In fact, I can't wait to feel the silky hardness in my hands, my mouth, and inside of me.
I say, "Damn, you better make this fast because just the sight of you has me soaked."
A shy smile forms on his face, and his cheeks turn pink. It's so adorable, and I want to do wicked things to shock him further. He says, "Ready?"
I nod and watch as hair begins to thicken and lengthen on his body. He grows in height, and an odd cracking sound mixes with a deep rumble, followed by a ground-shaking thump as he drops to all fours. Claws grow from his hands as fur coats his entire body. His aroma is multiplied and infused with a strong scent that is so primal it's scary, yet it makes me quake with desire.
My voice is horse when I ask, "Can I touch you?"
Keith's large bear head nods, and I step forward. I comb the hair of his head through my fingers. Thick but soft, it leaves a slight oily residue on my hands. "This is amazing. God, Keith, you're beautiful."
He tilts his head and backs away from me. The strange crunching sound from earlier returns, and I watch as he morphs back into a naked man.
My chest is heaving as I approach him. "That has to be the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed." I grab his cock with one hand as I pull his head toward me to kiss him.
A low growl comes from deep inside him, and he swoops me up in his arms. He breaks our kiss. "I want you, Sierra. But it's too cold for you out here."
I can barely speak, and I croak out, "Take me, but do it soon, because I've never been so hot for anyone and I might die if I can't have you."
He chuckles and carries me into the house. The door snicks shut softly, and he nods his head toward the couch. "Will that do?"
I'm already stripping out of my clothes as fast as I can. I say, "Shit, yeah, I'll do you on the coffee table."
My hair clip flies across the room and clatters on the hard wood floor when I pull both my shirt and sweater over my head. Keith is standing close and reaches for the waistband of my jeans. His voice rumbles through me. "Let me help."
I take a shaky breath as he slows my attack. But just as he's gotten to my zipper, he halts. I look into his face as his eyes widen.
Keith steps back. "We've got to go. Something's wrong with Carly. Get dressed." He races back outside for his clothes.
His panic is contagious, and even though I haven't got a freaking clue how he knows Carly is in danger, I dress quickly.
23
Chapter 10
Carly
Oh, God. Everything hurts, and I'm afraid to open my eyes. Something rough cuts into my wrist as I try to raise my arm. I'm restrained? I clench my fist and my fingers are sticky. Ick, I want to wash my hands.
I open my eyes and see Brady's green eyes. He's wiping my face with a warm washcloth. "Hey love, nice to have you back."
Sierra is crying, and it's then I realize blood is everywhere. Crap on a cracker, what happened? I try to sit up, but I seem to be tied down. My heart starts to beat faster, and I can't breathe. "Brady?" Why am I tied up? And he's okay with it? I have to get out of here. My hands are throbbing, and my jaw aches. A strange prickling sensation is all over my skin. I look down at my body and see that hair is growing. I scream and watch as my fingernails turn to claws.
No, this has to be a dream. I struggle to break free of the restraints. Voices are telling me to be calm. "Let me go! Sierra! Help me!" I hear material ripping, and from the sensation of bulk under my nails, it's me. I've sliced whatever is under my hands with my thrashing.