I felt the ripple move through me, and I shuddered as my body shifted in the blink of an eye. Through my panther’s eyes, I gazed at Wheeler. His breath quickened and his eyes were wide. He stayed still as my animal moved closer. When she stretched her neck to smell his face, I watched in surprise as he suddenly clasped his hands around her jowls and rubbed hard.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a handsome grin, looking her straight in the eye. “You hear me in there, Naya? You’re gorgeous.”

My heart soared. Wheeler rocked with laughter, holding his hand in front of her mouth as she licked his palm with her rough tongue. When my panther rubbed her face against his, I quickly took control and shifted back to human form.

His laugh filled me with such a wonderful feeling, and it slowly died down as he looked at me with amorous eyes. I straddled him—nuzzling my face against his.

“You’re a crazy old wolf. Did you get the answer you were looking for?” I asked, nibbling his earlobe.

“Yeah, kitty cat,” he said softly, running his hands over my back. “I got it.”

I kissed him and something in his expression had changed.

“What do you crave after a shift?” he asked.

“You.”

Wheeler shuddered when I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking it across my slick cleft. His eyes closed upon contact, and the deeper I took him, the more I had to pull back in small doses to make sure I could take him completely. My heart thundered against my chest as a connection formed between us that I’d never experienced with another man—something on an emotional level that went beyond the physical. His hands had never left me, and they were exploring my thick legs, my soft stomach, my supple breasts, and every glorious inch of my body. But the most arousing part of it all was that he never stripped his gaze from mine.

“You feel too goddamn good,” he said in strained words.

“Keep touching me. I won’t break.”

His fingers squeezed my thighs tight and I moved my body faster. The ropes of muscle in his arms and neck strained, and my nails bit into his chest.

Wheeler roared, his body tense. Something primal heated in his eyes.

He reached up, twisting my nipples between his fingers until they elongated. Then he groaned, cupping his hands over my breasts and grimacing.

“You need to stop… stop,” he bit out. “I’m about to—”

I circled my hips. “Not yet. I didn’t give you my permission.”

The next thing I knew, I was sailing through the air and onto my back. My head hung off the foot of the bed and he pounded into me—his mouth on my breasts and his scent in my nose. My God, I’d never felt anything so delicious! All the blood rushing to my head intensified the orgasm that was about to crash into us.