Page 14 of Safety Hazard

I unbuttoned his jeans with fingers that trembled slightly, then pushed them down his powerful thighs. As always, he wore nothing underneath, his erection springing free with impressive enthusiasm. It, too, seemed slightly larger in this form, the head already glistening with evidence of his arousal.

“Does everything get bigger?” I asked before I could stop myself, scientific curiosity overriding tact.

He barked a laugh, kicking his jeans aside. “Why don’t you find out?” He took my hand and guided it to his cock, wrapping my fingers around the impressive girth. “Thorough research requires a hands-on approach, doesn’t it?”

He was definitely thicker like this, the skin hotter against my palm as I explored him with curious fingers. When I reached the base, I discovered another difference—a slight swelling that hadn’t been there before.

“What’s this?” I asked, stroking the area experimentally.

He shuddered, his eyes flaring brighter. “Knot,” he growled, the word barely recognizable through his transformed vocal cords. “Not fully formed unless I’m deep inside you when I come.”

The implication sent a jolt of both trepidation and excitement through me. “Would it… would I be able to take it?”

His hand covered mine, stopping my exploration. “Not tonight,” he said, regret evident despite the roughness of his voice. “Takes preparation. Training. But someday, if you want it…”

The “someday” hung in the air between us, a promise of something beyond this night, beyond this week. I found myself nodding, wanting that future even though it made no rational sense.

“Someday,” I agreed, then gasped as he suddenly lifted me again, depositing me in the center of his enormous bed.

“Tonight,” he growled, crawling over me with predatory grace, “I’m going to claim you in other ways.”

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was nothing like the controlled ones we’d shared before. This was pure animal hunger, his elongated canines occasionally catching my lip in ways that should have been frightening but only heightened my arousal. His transformed body covered mine completely, hot and heavy and impossibly strong.

When he broke the kiss, it was to trace a path of nips and licks down my throat to my chest. Each small bite was followed by the soothing stroke of his tongue, the dual sensation overwhelming in its intensity. By the time he reached my stomach, I was a writhing mess, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach.

“Please,” I gasped, beyond pride or pretense. “Shep, please.”

He looked up at me, those inhuman eyes glowing with satisfaction at my desperation. “What do you want, Evan? Tell me.”

“You,” I managed, my voice breaking. “Inside me. Now.”

He growled his approval, moving to retrieve something from the bedside drawer—lubricant, I realized, as he coated his fingers with it. But instead of preparing me immediately, he sat back on his heels, studying me with those predator’s eyes.

“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “On your hands and knees.”

Heat flooded through me at the dominant tone. I complied without hesitation, positioning myself as instructed, feeling impossibly vulnerable with my ass in the air.

“Good,” he praised, one large hand stroking down my back to cup my ass appreciatively. “So good for me.”

His slick fingers finally found my entrance, circling teasingly before one pushed inside with careful pressure. Despite his transformed state, he was still mindful of my comfort, working me open with patient thoroughness that had me pushing back against his hand, seeking more.

“So eager,” he murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first. “So hungry for it.”

“Yes,” I admitted, past shame or reservation. “For you. Only you.”

Something in my words triggered a deeper growl, his free hand gripping my hip with bruising force as he worked a third finger into me. The stretch was intense but not painful, my body remembering him from our previous encounter, welcoming him back.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching, I whimpered with loss. “Shep—”

“I know,” he soothed, his hands positioning my hips just where he wanted them. “I’ve got you.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, larger than I remembered, hot and insistent. He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to each inch of him. The stretch was more intense than before, bordering on too much but never quite crossing that line.

When he was fully seated within me, his transformed body draped over mine, he paused, his breath hot against my ear. “Mine,” he growled, the word more animal than human. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasped, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. “I’m yours.”

His satisfaction rumbled through both our bodies. He withdrew almost completely before driving back in with a force that pushed me forward on the bed. I cried out, the sound muffled by the bedding beneath me.