And the haze from the shift clears some more. I register his weight, his hard cock pressing against my butt cheek. His thick thigh is nestled between my thighs. His knee is firm against my pussy. And I’m wet.

I don’t want to be. I’m not my wolf. My brain’s all muddled, but I’m pretty sure I still hate him. I want to toss him off, but I’m scared to move. His body is too entwined with mine, and the touch isn’t bad. It’s—interesting.

His licks slow and then stop. “You’re not bleeding anymore. It’s okay.”

It’s not okay. Nothing is.

His lips brush the wound. It’s pulsing now. Hot....