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between her legs, she decided
that she didn't care. Dream or reality, she was going to enjoy it. Her body
still ached for that final bit of attention necessary to achieve bliss. She
opened herself to Rommie, sinking her fingers into his thick crop of hair just
as she had done with the wolf's pelt.
    He
parted her with his thumbs and took a slow, probing taste. Jaylee nearly
screamed with delight. She was on the edge, and the sly bastard knew it. He
teased, he tormented. His tongue proved almost as adept as the wolf's had been,
and soon she was ready to explode.
    "Do
it, do it, oh, God, yes, make me come," she babbled. "Please… I'm so
close… Oh! Oh, yes!"
    As
her body shuddered, Rommie slid an expert forefinger into her and pressed her
G-spot, and Jaylee went purely supernova with pleasure. She clamped her thighs
around Rommie's head, not caring if she suffocated him. Her lower legs hooked
over his shoulders, and her heels drummed his back.
    The
world went spinny and sparkly for a few seconds, as Jaylee fought to recover
her breath and her wits. By the time she could see clearly again, Rommie was
kneeling over her. He'd taken off his tank top, but in the dim light she could
barely tell because his chest was buried in dense, curling hair. She was fairly
certain he had also removed his sweats, though the position of their bodies
didn't let her see the rest of him.
    "There's
only one way to make sure the venom's all flushed out," he said, those
green eyes seeming to blaze at her like fiery emeralds.
    "Forget
about that and just fuck me," she said.
    He
grinned, white teeth flashing in the twilight. "You sure that's what you
want?"
    "Yes!"
She grabbed him and hauled him down atop her. As she'd thought, he was naked,
and his thick body hair was scratchy-tickling-wonderful against her skin.
    Rommie
paused long enough to break the front hook of her bra, and greedily stuffed as
much of one breast as he could into the warm suction of his mouth. The other
did not lack for attention; he kneaded it with his large, rough hand.
    Jaylee,
almost desperate to have his cock fill her up, squirmed around underneath him.
She could feel it, stiff and smooth, rubbing along her thigh.
    "You'll
think I'm crazy," she panted in his ear. "You really will, but… when
the wolf was… licking me like that… I thought it was you. That you were… you
know… some kind of werewolf."
    He
raised his head, and his grin was more ferocious than ever. "But I
am."
    "What?"
    Before
her very eyes, he changed.
    The
dark shadow of his stubble spread and grew, even as the lower half of his face
pushed out into a toothy muzzle and his brow sloped back. His ears elongated to
furry points. She could hear bones crackling as they realigned, could feel
muscles bulging and shifting beneath hairy skin that was rapidly becoming
covered with a thick pelt.
    The
eyes, though… the eyes were the same.
    He
reared up, a wolf-beast in humanoid form, and howled at the rising white disk
of the moon. Its silver beams painted his black coat with a brilliant sheen.
His erection, huge and slick, glistened in the moonlight.
    Jaylee
lay there, too stunned to react, as the thing that had been Rommie grabbed her
by the arms and lifted her high into the air. He handled her as if she weighed
next to nothing. His arms, shoulders, chest, and thighs all swelled with slabs
of muscle. The heat and wild smell of him were overpowering.
    Her
legs dangled uselessly. He nudged them apart and lowered her toward that
waiting, rigid spike of flesh. She wanted to shriek but couldn't, not until the
monstrous length of it slammed home. Then she shrieked, like a siren.
Her tissues stretched almost unbearably. She thought he would split her in two.
    They
dropped to the forest floor again, Rommie's weight crushing her. He rocked his
hips back, withdrawing so that only the tip of his cock was in her, and then
thrust it all the way in again. She shrieked again, but clawed at his furry
shoulders and hooked her