XXI

I was just beginning to get chilly when Isaac came to a stop just inside of the treeline. He turned to look at me, a playful smirk dancing on his face. He didn’t take his golden eyes off of me as he shrugged out of his clothes, and took his time folding them and placing them on a log. Ever the princess that I was, though, I maintained eye contact, never letting my eyes wander, and did not let my stoney expression waver.

I was a werewolf. I had seen dicks before. However, I had no interest in seeing his dick. Mostly because I wanted to do things I had only read about to it.

This was not ideal. Far from it, actually. I had minimal control of my wolf at the best of times, and this sexual tension between us could very well ruin any resolve I had, especially as the wild continued to pour through my veins when I was back in my human skin after letting her out for a while.

He shifted, skin and bipedal limbs melting away into fur and four legs. He was huge. I knew that from my dreams. I