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when I’m in the mood, and I stay away when I’m not. I never know who’ll want me — or how they’ll want me — but even Gonzo at his gruffest is incredible in the sack. I love it when the bikers take over and I have no control, and it’s quite possible I’m addicted to whatever drugs are released in the body during orgasm.
    However, until I’d basically become the property of the MC, I don’t believe I’d quite understood how much of an out-of-body experience some orgasms are. I still feel my body and the wonderful things happening, but with so much sensory input my mind can’t take everything in, and it’s like I’m outside my body watching what’s happening to it. It doesn’t happen every time, but by taking me to the edge repeatedly, Dozer had made sure this orgasm rocked my socks off, and as I came back to reality I realized I wasn’t completely human anymore.
    Somehow, I managed to reverse the small changes I’d already gone through and come back to human, and Dozer smiled, flopped on the ground, and pulled me on top of him. He was much softer than the bare earth, and I snuggled into his embrace.
    “Excellent, Britches.” He looked around, sniffed in all directions, and nodded his head towards my left. “We need to head that way, but I have no idea how far out we are.” He looked at me a few seconds. “Two changes with no food was asking a helluva lot of a new wolf. I hope you aren’t a tenderfoot.”
    I grimaced and he laughed. “You can ride my back, then.”
    I don’t belong to any particular biker, but to the entire MC, though the married ones don’t fuck me. Well, except for Horse, but he’s a grizzly bear married to a rabbit, neither of which demand monogamy in a mate. At first, it bothered me when Horse wanted me, but he realized I’d grown up with wolves and had a problem with it, so he had his wife talk to me and assure me she wanted her husband to have enjoyable sex with me when she wasn’t around. I still don’t get it, but Horse and I have found our own rhythm and I no longer feel guilty.
    Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that I have a little mini-relationship with most of the bikers I fuck. Even Gonzo, who never says more than he has to when giving orders during sex, and then tells me to clean him up and get lost when we’re done… even with him, there’s a certain rapport. I know what he likes and he knows how much I can handle. There isn’t any love, or even affection, but there’s familiarity.
    With Dozer, there’s affection along with the familiarity, but I don’t love him and wouldn’t want an exclusive relationship with him. Still, I enjoy my time with him.
    He asked me questions about my wolf and our developing connection on the way back, but didn’t offer much advice. Yet, just from the questions he asked, I think I figured some stuff out. I’d known from being around wolves growing up that it’s important they stay well fed, but I hadn’t really considered the timing of how long to eat before the next change , until he asked me about it.
    I got the bright idea to tickle him at one point, and he dumped me on the ground and tickled me until I couldn’t breathe, but then put me on his back and headed toward the farmhouse again. Right — they had a job to do once Mickey and Bubba were gone. No time for more sex.
    Bummer.

Chapter 4
    B riana

    D uke , Bash, and Tiny were all in wolf form in the yard when we returned, playing with Evie’s little wolf. Dozer stopped on the edge of the clearing and we watched a few moments before he carried me to the porch and put me down. I went inside to get my dress and shoes without saying anything, and I grabbed a shift for Evie while I was inside. She spends just about all of her time naked, but since she’d just been wolf, I hoped she’d be able to hold human form a few hours, anyway.
    I pulled out the meat we’d put into the refrigerator and situated it in the oven under the broiler. Somehow, everyone made