The weird scent

Her tears finally ended. Still, we didn't move. She lay completely relaxed beneath us. After several minutes, he began to lift. She whined and rolled onto her back to face him, her fingers twining into his fur to keep him close to her.

He froze, entranced by both of them as her Wolf surged to the surface, mossy green eyes darkening into deep pine.

She slid her fingers through his thick fur.

He'd never been touched by a female in skin.

He shuddered, deeply affected by her tender ministrations. He tolerated other females when we were in my skin, but he had no use for them when he was in control. But not so with Brinley. With her, he craved her skin side to touch every part of him.

She continued to stroke his face gently, gazing up at him. The transparent love in both her and her Wolf's eyes tore through me.

Because she loved him...

...not me.

I would never get to see her gaze at me with the same softness. She would never show me the vulnerability she gave to him, laying beneath him nake