Claiming Curves (Werewolf & BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Arwen Rich
transformation be painful?
“Here, write down your number,” Adam said, standing up and grabbing a pad and pen from the bedside table. I scribbled my number down. And then Adam bent to lift my torn dress from the bedroom floor. The dress was in tatters.
“Sorry about that,” Adam said wryly. “You'll have to wear some of my clothes home.” He tapped the chest of drawers beside his bed. “You can wear anything you like.”
Again, the violent sound of retching from another room.
“He doesn't sound good,” I said.
“I'd better go help him out,” Adam said. He kissed me once more, and then stroked my face and studied me for a moment. “Just let yourself out when you're ready,” he said.
“Thanks for having me,” I said, biting my lip. He grinned.
“Thanks for coming,” he said.
I lived a five-minute walk away, and it took me even longer than that to realize that my leg no longer hurt. The bite-wound from the previous night had completely healed. Sitting at my desk in my room, I pulled off the sweatpants I had borrowed from Adam, to find that all was left was a small, pink scar.
And that's when it hit me.
I was a freaking werewolf.
I nearly passed out as the dizzying realization washed over me. I'd heard that werewolves have super-rapid healing powers. But experiencing it first-hand, seeing my wound completely healed overnight, made it all somehow more real.
My head was spinning. But I had to concentrate. I had that exam in just a few days. How the hell was I supposed to focus, at a time like this? Images from the previous night – and that morning with Adam – kept flashing through my mind. I shivered with anticipation as I thought of the way he had caressed me. And the blissful feeling of him inside me ... I couldn't wait to see him again.
Concentrate.
I poured myself a coffee and threw myself into my work, straining to push away all thoughts of everything else. And finally I succeeded. I got back into my usual rhythm of study, reading interspersed with frequent cups of coffee. As I memorized the information, the sun crawled across the sky. Finally it reached the horizon, and darkness began to creep in through my window.
My brain felt fuzzy. I couldn't retain any more information. The words in my book were blurring together, starting to make little sense. I was beginning to feel restless, antsy. Was it anxiety, because of the impending transformation I was to experience? Or was it something more?
I had a feeling I knew exactly what it was. The rising sense of energy was the wolf, stirring inside me again. My blood was running hotter, faster through my veins. I felt agitated, itchy. As if I didn't quite fit in my own skin.
I closed my biology textbook, and my mobile phone rang at the same moment. It was Adam.
“Are you ready?” he asked. I could hear in his voice that he was smiling.
“Absolutely,” I said. And as terrified as I was at the thought of transforming, there was also a part of me that couldn't wait.
“Great,” he said. “I'll pick you up now.”
Adam drove me to the national forest which bordered the edge of our town. My sense of agitation only increased as we neared it. I was shaking as we pulled into the car-park. That uncontrollable rage was beginning to kindle inside me again, and it terrified me. It came in waves – one second I felt normal, completely rational, and the next I was shuddering, my blood boiling beneath my skin. My hands balled into fists.
We got out of the car and stood together, beside the edge of the forest. Adam kissed me on the mouth and held my hand, and I felt my agitation ease slightly.
“Breathe deeply,” Adam said. His golden eyes were understanding. “Try to relax as much as you can.”
I lifted my head and breathed deeply. I spotted the moon overhead; it was hidden by clouds, but its diffused glow was still bright enough to light up Adam and I. Was it just my imagination, or could I actually feel the moon calling me, somehow beckoning
“Here, write down your number,” Adam said, standing up and grabbing a pad and pen from the bedside table. I scribbled my number down. And then Adam bent to lift my torn dress from the bedroom floor. The dress was in tatters.
“Sorry about that,” Adam said wryly. “You'll have to wear some of my clothes home.” He tapped the chest of drawers beside his bed. “You can wear anything you like.”
Again, the violent sound of retching from another room.
“He doesn't sound good,” I said.
“I'd better go help him out,” Adam said. He kissed me once more, and then stroked my face and studied me for a moment. “Just let yourself out when you're ready,” he said.
“Thanks for having me,” I said, biting my lip. He grinned.
“Thanks for coming,” he said.
I lived a five-minute walk away, and it took me even longer than that to realize that my leg no longer hurt. The bite-wound from the previous night had completely healed. Sitting at my desk in my room, I pulled off the sweatpants I had borrowed from Adam, to find that all was left was a small, pink scar.
And that's when it hit me.
I was a freaking werewolf.
I nearly passed out as the dizzying realization washed over me. I'd heard that werewolves have super-rapid healing powers. But experiencing it first-hand, seeing my wound completely healed overnight, made it all somehow more real.
My head was spinning. But I had to concentrate. I had that exam in just a few days. How the hell was I supposed to focus, at a time like this? Images from the previous night – and that morning with Adam – kept flashing through my mind. I shivered with anticipation as I thought of the way he had caressed me. And the blissful feeling of him inside me ... I couldn't wait to see him again.
Concentrate.
I poured myself a coffee and threw myself into my work, straining to push away all thoughts of everything else. And finally I succeeded. I got back into my usual rhythm of study, reading interspersed with frequent cups of coffee. As I memorized the information, the sun crawled across the sky. Finally it reached the horizon, and darkness began to creep in through my window.
My brain felt fuzzy. I couldn't retain any more information. The words in my book were blurring together, starting to make little sense. I was beginning to feel restless, antsy. Was it anxiety, because of the impending transformation I was to experience? Or was it something more?
I had a feeling I knew exactly what it was. The rising sense of energy was the wolf, stirring inside me again. My blood was running hotter, faster through my veins. I felt agitated, itchy. As if I didn't quite fit in my own skin.
I closed my biology textbook, and my mobile phone rang at the same moment. It was Adam.
“Are you ready?” he asked. I could hear in his voice that he was smiling.
“Absolutely,” I said. And as terrified as I was at the thought of transforming, there was also a part of me that couldn't wait.
“Great,” he said. “I'll pick you up now.”
Adam drove me to the national forest which bordered the edge of our town. My sense of agitation only increased as we neared it. I was shaking as we pulled into the car-park. That uncontrollable rage was beginning to kindle inside me again, and it terrified me. It came in waves – one second I felt normal, completely rational, and the next I was shuddering, my blood boiling beneath my skin. My hands balled into fists.
We got out of the car and stood together, beside the edge of the forest. Adam kissed me on the mouth and held my hand, and I felt my agitation ease slightly.
“Breathe deeply,” Adam said. His golden eyes were understanding. “Try to relax as much as you can.”
I lifted my head and breathed deeply. I spotted the moon overhead; it was hidden by clouds, but its diffused glow was still bright enough to light up Adam and I. Was it just my imagination, or could I actually feel the moon calling me, somehow beckoning