Page 83 of Vicious Luna
Avery darts me another smug backwards glance, rolling her eyes. “No, we’re just used to going without them, I guess. Can’t take ‘em with you when you shift. Trust me, I love my shoes. The higher the heel, the better. Boots, too. I may not seem like it, but I’m a girly girl deep down.”
“The bright pink nail polish is kind of a giveaway,” I grumble.
The trees lining the path start opening up in front of us, and moments later we’re stepping into a clearing, Avery veering off the path and turning to face me. “I guess this is far enough, since you’re being a baby about it,” she sighs.
“I’m not…”
She holds up a hand, cutting me off. “You totally are, but don’t worry, we’ll work on toughening you up.” She winks, lips curling in a smirk. “Alright, you ready to get into it?”
As soon as I nod in agreement, Avery lifts the hem of her shirt and strips it off over her head.
“Whoa, what…?”
“Calm down, perv,” she laughs, tossing her shirt aside. “I’m gonna shift so I can guide you through it.”
“Oh.” I rake a hand through my hair, averting my gaze, but then she starts pulling off her sports bra and I can’t help but look her way again, just in time for her full tits to bounce out. Her rosy nipples pucker into hard points as they hit the air, and my cock immediately thickens in my shorts.Fuck.
The rational part of my brain knows that this is just a means to an end; it’s all part of shifting. She’s told me before that shifters don’t give nudity a second thought since it’s part and parcel of their lifestyle. I wasn’t raised among shifters, though, and right now, it feels like I’ve got a front row seat to my own personal strip show as Avery shimmies her shorts and panties down her hips, stepping out of them. My eyes zero in on the apex of her thighs, my mouth watering for a taste.
Head in the game, Cam.
I suck in a breath, gaze slowly climbing up to meet hers, and the smirk on her face says that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me right now. Not to mention that the bulge in my shorts is a pretty good indication.
“Alright, so the first thing you’ll wanna do is take those clothes off, because otherwise you’ll rip right through them,” she says, casually gesturing my way.
“If you wanna see my dick, just say so,” I drawl, the corner of my mouth lifting.
She rolls her eyes, planting her hands on her hips as she turns away, and I chuckle to myself as I strip down, tossing my shirt aside and stepping out of my shorts. But when I look her way again, I see that she’s just as much of a perv as I am, because she’s staring right at my rock-hard cock.
Her throat bobs with a swallow as her gaze flickers back up to mine. “Okay, so now you need to reach for your wolf in your mind,” she says dryly, returning to the task at hand despite her obvious distraction. “Focus on your wolf and see if you can call him forward.”
I nod, refocusing and attempting to follow her direction, but it’s easier said than done. I have no idea how to consciously connect with my inner beast; he just seems to pop up at the most inconvenient of times.
Avery’s eyes slip closed and the air around her starts shimmering, followed by the distinctive pop and snap of her bones rearranging. Within seconds, she’s fully transformed into a sleek silver wolf, sitting back on her haunches and staring at me expectantly with those familiar whiskey-brown eyes.
For as much as I was struggling to connect with my inner beast, that fucker sure as shit makes himself known as soon as Avery’s wolf appears. My skin immediately starts itching and burning, skull pounding in agony like it’s two seconds from exploding.
“Fuck, fuck, stop,” I grit out, doubling over and clawing at my head.
The air shimmers again as Avery shifts back to her human form, straightening to her full height and advancing toward me. “You need to stop fighting it.”
“I’m not fighting it,” I snarl, panting to catch my breath as I lift my head to peer up at her.
“You’re totally fighting it,” she scoffs, resting a hand on her hip.
I straighten with a scowl, cutting a glare in her direction, and she shakes her head with a frustrated sigh.
“Okay, let’s try another approach,” she suggests, rocking back on a heel and folding her arms across her chest. “What does it feel like when your wolf wants out? Talk me through it.”
“It just fucking hurts,” I mutter.
“That’s because you're not giving yourself over to him!” she exclaims, throwing up her hands. “If you resist the change, then it’s gonna hurt like a bitch every time.”
I glower at her, forcing myself to bite my tongue. Becauseshe’s got a lot more experience with this than I do, and arguing about it isn’t going to get us anywhere.
Avery stares back at me for a long moment, then blows out a slow breath, her posture deflating. “Look, Cam, I know this is all new to you,” she says, gazing at me earnestly. “And I’m sorry that I’m not a better teacher. Shifting is second nature to me now, so it’s tough to explain the process to someone else. Let’s just talk through it, tell me what’s tripping you up.”
“I don’t even know,” I grumble, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Maybe it’d help if you explained exactly how you do it?”