black and thick, shining in the moonlight. He was stout and heavily muscled, with powerful jaws and gleaming fangs.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it possible—a man actually shape-shifting. At first she was afraid, afraid of him and for him. But after watching his body shift and change for a few moments she was reminded of the butterfly and the chrysalis, a magical transformation—and yet still earthbound and natural. Mother Nature had many secret wonders. Brianna believed her werewolf was one of them.
When the change was complete a powerful, black wolf stood before the window. The wolf looked straight at her with Ivan’s bright green eyes, seeming almost sad for a moment, before he turned and ran into the forest. Brianna cried out, weeping at the raw beauty of the miracle she’d witnessed, wishing she could go with him.
Brianna spent the night listening to the distant howling and baying of wolves. Her world was forever changed. She was in love with a werewolf, mated to him. Forever bound to him. At once she realized that life with Ivan would never be dull, and she laughed through renewed tears. Though there was much to be discussed between them, Brianna was ever eager to welcome her lover back.
She was his, and he was hers. In every way…forever.
When a nude Ivan returned at dawn, the door was wide open, and she waited for him in a nightshirt on the porch steps. He smiled, positively wolfish in his relief and triumph. He rushed to sweep her up into his arms, taking her straight to bed where he came down to rest upon her.
“Do you accept me then? You’re not afraid of me?” he asked, and when his lips moved Brianna could clearly see his sharpened, elongated teeth.
“I’m not afraid of you. Are you afraid of me?” Brianna teased.
He ignored her gibe. “I would understand if you were. You can’t have met many people like me.”
“You mean Russian people? I don’t know…if ever there was a country to find them in, this would be it.”
“I’m trying to be serious,” but he laughed anyway.
“No, I’m not afraid of you, Ivan,” her voice trailed to a whisper, and she took his face in her hands. “I want to know everything there is to know about being mated to a werewolf…I’m going to need all the help I can get.” She kissed his nose.
He grinned, obviously relieved. “My mother and sister will be happy to guide you—they are eager to meet you, along with the rest of the pack. They are curious about the first human woman to join our family.”
“I hope they don’t think I’m not good enough for you.”
“They would never think that. My instincts knew you for my mate from the start. T here can be no objections to the rightness of our bonding. My heart belongs to you, and that is as it should be.”
Ivan moved against her, and Brianna was suddenly reminded of his nudity. She wrapped her legs around his back, forcing a groan from him.
“I missed you last night,” she whispered.
Ivan let out a small howling sound and pushed up her nightshirt with rough hands. “I’ll try not to be rough, but it’s hard so soon after a change.”
“Be rough. I don’t mind.” Her words were swift with her rising excitement.
Hearing the words seemed to dissolve what little control he had left. He growled and tore her clothes from her body, making her gasp. His mouth slammed down onto hers, hungry and demanding. She felt the scrape of his teeth and brought her own to bear in the kiss.
Ivan’s hands were everywhere on her, and his mouth soon followed. His hair, longer after his change, tickled over her skin as he loved her. He rolled their bodies and sat up, so that she straddled him. His cock was pressed against her wet core. He rocked her back and forth, causing an exquisite friction that made them both gasp.
Ivan buried his face in her breasts, plumping them around his face so that he could lick and suckle at them both. His teeth scraped and then bit into her tender
Larry Collins, Dominique Lapierre