Chapter 10 #4
Then he went for more. He tried to keep stroking her when she was too sensitive, and she scrambled away with a disorganized jerk.
Flailing for his hand, she finally grabbed it, using what strength she could to drag it away from between her thighs.
She was laughing as she did, or gasping.
Regardless, she was floating and he was distracting her.
“Too much,” she panted. “You have to stop.”
He did, and for that she was grateful. She relaxed back into the bed, exhaled happily, and smiled at him. She noted that his face was flushed and his tentpole was still there. She’d have to do something about that soon, as she wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he’d just given her.
Except, he had other plans. When she looked back into his eyes, she saw he wasn’t looking at her face.
No, his eyes were on her crotch, and he licked his lips in an unconscious gesture.
It took her a moment to figure out what he was thinking, and by the time she processed it, he was already maneuvering on the bed.
It took some doing with his legs still limp.
“Gary?”
He looked up at her. “There’s more for you, Margaret. You know that, right? That was just a taste of what’s possible.”
“It was pretty great,” she whispered. It had been amazingly great. But he didn’t give her a chance to say that. He grabbed hold of her leg and lifted.
She tensed, but it was too late to keep her thighs closed. By the time she was up on her elbows, he had her legs spread wide on either side of his hips.
“Gary, what are you doing?”
“You promised to let me try.”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “And I did. You passed with flying colors. A cloudburst of them.”
He shook his head. “There’s more. There’s more I want to show you.” He offered a wicked grin. “I want to taste you.”
Okay, so that sounded intriguing. But it was also too much. They weren’t even in their own beds, but in a guest bedroom in a converted ACE Hardware store. She’d gone way past her comfort zone already, and yes, it had worked out beautifully, but she wasn’t ready to push it further. Not right now.
Sitting fully upright, she grabbed Gary’s arms. He didn’t respond except to adjust his hips backwards to get a better angle, so she grabbed his chin and jerked it up.
The first thing she noticed was the feverish sheen to his eyes. Then she realized how hot his skin was. Why hadn’t she noticed before? She’d been deep in orgasmic bliss, obviously, but still!
She scanned his body, seeing the sweat that beaded on his flushed skin. And then—just past his shoulder—she looked through the window and saw the shadows outside. It wasn’t a few hours after they’d gone to sleep. It was late afternoon. As in, almost evening.
“How long did I sleep?” she asked.
He shrugged and ducked his head again.
She drew it back with a forceful tug. “You took the serum, didn’t you? While I was sleeping. Did you talk to anyone beforehand?”
He blinked twice before answering. When he inhaled deeply, she could tell he was struggling to focus.
“You smell like I want to taste.”
He wasn’t making any sense. Though, damn it, she knew what he meant. He was all about oral sex right now.
“You can teach me that too, right?” he continued. “To make it good for you every time.”
Still thinking about her. Wasn’t that sweet? Except, suddenly she was all about him. About what exactly he’d done.
“How long ago?” she asked.
He shrugged. “You were sleeping, and I thought I could feel the ability draining away. So I texted Vic, and I told him, and he brought it up. The serum.”
“How much?”
Gary grinned. “All of it. And I feel great. Powerful.”
Powerful? Maybe. But he was sweating harder now and becoming more animalistic by the second. Grammar seemed a struggle.
“How long ago?”
He shrugged, clearly uninterested in the conversation. Then he gripped her thighs, and she felt his hands’ increased strength. He was strong. Way too strong for her to defend herself. Certainly not from this position.
“Say yes,” he commanded. “I will show you.”
“No,” she said.
His hands tightened almost unbearably. When she cried out and tried to jerk back, he released her, but it took him a moment. She could see he was fighting himself.
“Gary, you’re shifting or something. Can you feel it?”
He grinned crazily. “Yes.”
“We have to call your father. We have to get someone here to help. What if—?”
He reared back. “Don’t need help. Just you. Want you. Forever.”
If she’d ever doubted what he felt for her, this ended any confusion.
His words were spoken in such flat terms of desire and adoration.
Right now his mind was all animal, no matter that he looked human.
His mind was in that primitive place of wants and needs, and she was on the top of his list. Just like he’d claimed.
“Please?” he pressed.
“No!”
His jaw jutted out in a pout, and she felt a moment of fear. Was he going to attack her? Was he going to force her? She wasn’t sure she could get away. Shouldn’t someone be here? To make sure he was okay?
“We have to call Vic.”
“Gone. Emergency.”
“Then your father—”
“Just you!”
His hands clenched into fists on the blanket, and she gathered her strength to kick him. It would have to be somewhere that hurt if she wanted to escape. Somewhere he could feel.
But he didn’t attack. He just sat there with hunger in his eyes, keeping his hands and his body to himself. Margaret exhaled in relief seeing that even in this animal place he was still Gary. But she needed his father here ASAP.
She rolled off the bed, naked but at least on her feet. And though her chest was tight with worry, she hadn’t kicked over into a full asthma attack.
Gary didn’t move off the bed. Instead, he watched her with his head thrust forward. His eyes were narrow, and he inhaled deeply. His hands were curled like claws that dug into the mattress, but they were still hands, not paws. And there wasn’t any fur on his body.
“What are you feeling, Gary? What’s going on?”
He frowned at her, obviously trying to think. “Hot.”
No kidding. He was sweating buckets. He was also focused inward, which gave her the time to grab her jeans off the floor. She dragged them on with swift movements.
“Want you,” Gary repeated, his eyes narrow.
“I got that. What else?” She swiftly buttoned her jeans then grabbed her bra without breaking eye contact.
“It’s close,” he said, his voice a harsh rasp. “Feel it.”
“What’s close?” When he didn’t answer, Margaret pressed harder. “Gary! What’s close?”
“Bear,” he said, though it sounded more like a grunt. “Shift,” he added, his gaze on his arms. “Shift!”
He was ordering himself to change. Margaret had her bra on now, tee shirt ready, but her gaze was locked on him.
He was leaning forward. If his legs worked, he would have been on all fours by now.
But they didn’t, so he was hunched forward on his arms and glaring down at himself as though he could will what he wanted to happen.
Margaret could feel a kind of current whooshing past, cold air, tingling awareness not quite on a conscious level. Was it happening? Was this how it had occurred last time, or was this something darker and more terrifying? She couldn’t remember. It had happened so fast.
“Shift!” he bellowed.