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“I wasn’t a man either. It was more like something in between.”

“I don’t know if I can partially shift—at least not on purpose. I’m sort of an all-or-nothing girl.”

“You can. Trust me. When the time is right, your wolf will take over. She’ll claim what she wants.”

Sunday’s eyes flared with hunger as she nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?”

I couldn’t ignore the throbbing of my thick cock in my pants anymore. I hadn’t been inside her in too long, hadn’t felt the heat of her squeezing me, milking me for all I was worth. That was over now. This time was ours, and when she marked me, any doubt of our bond would be gone.

“I can’t be gentle with you,” she said, her voice a throaty rasp.

“Fuck, who asked you to be, baby?”

We lunged at each other, crashing together in a tangle of limbs, mouths devouring each other.

It felt like coming home.