GRAYSON

Belle’s cheeks were a sweet shade of pink as she stared down at my hard cock encased in my boxers. God, she was adorable—and far too innocent for her own good.

She was lucky I hadn’t pounced on her yet, especially with how she kept looking up at me with those big, eager blue eyes.

The only reason I wasn’t already deep between her legs, simultaneously taking her to new heights and tying her to me forever, was because I didn’t know what mating would mean for her.

I couldn’t stop imagining her going through the intense pain of her first shift.

Shifting for the first time for werewolves...