It was like the final tumbler of a lock falling into place. Everything made sense, in some weird, illogical way. All the fears I previously held about being intimate with another man fell away, and by slow measure, I took back control from my wolf, until it was all me.
All me, feeling the searing connection, testing the texture of the hair at the nape of his neck. We were both naked after the shift, and Daphne… well she had disrobed on her own to try and tempt me back out of my wolf. She was still perched on that rock, naked as a jay bird, watching us with wide, awestruck eyes.
His hand came up tentatively, like he thought the slightest movement might scare me away.
But he was wrong.
Because a crowbar wasn’t going to pry me away from him now.
His hand slid up up my chest and reste
