24. Whitley Whitt

Chapter 24

Whitley Whitt

Knot your grandma’s romance novel .

His dick just keeps growing and growing, and I whimper again, the sound an even higher pitch than before as I’m thrown into another orgasm.

“I need you to come,” I tell him as soon as I float back down to earth, wanting to feel his release inside me, needing it, knowing it will feel amazing. I’m on the pill, so I don’t have to care.

Connor has gone bizarrely still for some stupid reason, and I’m left grinding on him myself to pummel my G-spot. I ride on never ending waves of euphoria as my arms tighten around him, my breaths fast and high pitched.

“Whitley,” he groans. The sound of my name rings in my ears, but I can’t focus.

I try to move faster, wanting to shift my hips, needing to feel him come inside me, needing it thick and hot as I ride him. “Oh my god, you feel so good.”

He’s so big, so hard and long, and I realize now just how much I’ve been aching to be filled like this. To share heat and breaths, and be close to someone as I rake my nails over them in ecstasy. My hands bite into his suit, and I want to growl in frustration at the barrier between us. My body has never felt so hungry, and I’m almost delirious to feel him everywhere all at once.

I bring one hand up and spear my fingers into his hair, pulling at the strands, and reach down with my other hand to tweak my nipple hard, never having felt anything like this in my life. His cock jolts inside me and an inhuman growl sounds in my ear.

“Please, Connor. More. Make me come again.” My voice is half moan, half groan, and all need. Please is a litany in my head and my body is on fire. I would cry—scream—beg—anything he told me to, if only to get more of this.

“Bloody fucking hell!”

He roars and his cock swells as he finally begins to thrust into me again. Going harder than ever, he slides me up the wall as he does, and I squeal when he nips lightly at my neck, his fingernails biting into my hips so hard he breaks skin. His thrusts feel short but deep, like he’s only moving an inch in and out while liquid bursts inside me.

“Oh my god. Yes, right there,” I cry when he angles my hips and somehow sucker punches my G-spot repeatedly despite his depth.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, and a fuzzy sensation pools in my chest at the rightness of it as I hold him closer. Warmth spreads in my middle and keeps spreading. The feel of him inside me is indescribable, and I can’t wait to get back to the bedroom and do it all again.

Then, finally, he shoves in hard and stills. Connor shakes as he holds me, and I squeeze him tightly in return.

“Holy shit. That was amazing,” I say, after a long moment with a satisfied sigh.

With my face in his neck, I notice how loudly his heartbeat thunders in his chest. The sound grows louder with each second.

I open my eyes and notice the moon’s glow outside, gleaming through the open window and catching on the dark strands of Connor’s hair.

Man, my arms are hairy.

The blood leaves my head on a whoosh when I get a look at my arms across his shoulders.

Fur.

Fur is covering my skin.

I scream, the sound bloodcurdling as I watch my fingernails extend. Connor pulls away, his mouth open, his expression probably mirroring my own as I fight to get off him and away from the wall.

He yelps, his features wincing in pain, and he grabs hold of my arms. “Sit still,” he whisper-yells while shoving my hips back down to stop me from getting away.

I fight him, unable to do as he asks. Fear and adrenaline throw me into a panic and the obvious growl in his voice has my senses going haywire, even as a painful sensation registers in my pelvis.

My claws tear into his suit, and I stare in horror, unable to stop myself from freaking out even more. I flail my arms, and a soft crunch erupts when my elbow meets his face.

“Dammit, woman! Stop!”

We go down in a heap of limbs and my eyes go wide when yellow peers down at me. On his hands and knees above me, and still deep inside of me, fur grows along the edges of his face as his ears morph into pointed wolf ones. His eyes clench shut as he shakes his head, and the change reverts until Connor is back to normal. If it wasn’t for the fact that his lips are pulled back, revealing fangs. And when he opens his eyes again, they’re still bright freaking yellow!

“Oh my god! What are you?!” I try to scramble back to get away and yelp when I can’t climb out from under him like he’s stuck inside me. “What the hell?!” I hiss.

He groans as I tug away, and my crotch stings from the pull.

“What is wrong with your dick?” I ask with a crying whine. I suck air between my teeth when I’m unable to move away more than an inch. The fur on my arms raises like hair would when something about this registers with me. I’ve read about this in my paranormal shifter books. “Did you... did you knot me?”

“What?! Shit! I don’t know . Just stop moving for a second.” Sweat is dotting Connor’s forehead, his face screwed up in an expression of pure pain. He looks down between us and grinds against me with a groan, his eyes rolling back as he instantly forgets what he’s supposed to be checking. He pulsates inside me, like he’s actually still coming.

I grit my teeth as pleasureful pain sparks behind my eyelids and I see stars. Oh my god, this isn’t happening. A whimper ghosts out of my mouth, and I freak, scrambling to try to pull off him again as I almost come once more. Why does it feel good?! The insane part of me wants to bounce on it, while the freaked-out part of me doesn’t know what else to do but squirm, which only makes it feel better.

“Ahhh,” I hiss out, panic twisting in my gut. “Let me go.” I twist my hips, and something dislodges.

My fingers bulk into unnatural claws and I panic, struggling to move and accidentally jabbing him in the mouth.

“Sorry!” I wince when his head snaps back from the blow.

Hot wetness drips down my inner thigh and Connor releases a growly groan, the sound completely inhuman. My breathing stops in my chest when I get a good look at him where he has rolled to his side on the floor.

Hulking arms of muscle are bursting from his suit and fur covers his hands as he cradles his crotch before rolling onto his back on the carpet of the hallway. My hair stands on end, and every cell in my body awakens in apprehension.

“You’re a freaking werewolf ?” I say, my voice high and shrill.

Oh my god, I fucked a werewolf, and he just knotted me .

Oh my god, my arms .

“Oh my god— I’m a werewolf? ”

My arms are strong and huge, ripped with muscle and covered in a light dusting of light-brown fur. I blink and a mane of long brown hair spills across my shoulders. I pat at my face and a whining sound leaves my lips when my soft-padded claws meet the fur on my cheeks. My ears perk up and twitch as footsteps sound from somewhere in the castle, and my hearing is all over the place, so I can’t tell if they’re close by or far away. It instantly sends me into high alert, and I quickly shove to my feet.

“I can explain,” Connor bites out from the floor as he shoves his knotted cock away before he looks up. His expression laxes, his eyes widening when he takes in what I look like. “Actually, maybe you should explain. What the fuck, Whitley?”

The footsteps sound closer, and I panic dance in place, trying to cover my body. My stomach plummets with the realization I’m wearing a torn corset and garters and my gaze darts around—we didn’t make it up to our wing.

We’re one floor above the ballroom.

I’m about to get caught having sex with my boss while wearing garters and fur. No. Wait. That isn’t the main problem here! But my mind snags on the only normal part about what’s happening.

“We couldn’t make it to a freaking bedroom?” I growl out, even though I totally know that’s my fault. Trying to cover myself with my shredded dress, I’m unsure of what to do or how to react.

Footsteps and the sounds of low voices come from near the end of the staircase, sending me into hysteria as every fiber of the fur that now covers my body lifts in unison. Wind suddenly whistles past through the open window at the end of the hallway. My gaze flicks to it as absolute terror rips through me like a tidal wave at the thought of anyone seeing me like this.

I bolt, propelling myself out the open window, ignoring Connor’s angry shout for me to stop.

I swallow my scream, the wind tearing at me as I fall. Oh shit! My arms cartwheel as the moat below comes rushing toward me, but they go still when my body is enveloped in shockingly cold water. My brain catches up and bubbles swirl around me as I kick my feet and begin pushing my arms to reach the top of the water. Lungs burning, my head breaks above the swampy surface.

I cringe at the slime covering my face and rake a claw through it to slap it away.

“Ugh, gross.” I glance at the nearby edge of the walkway and kick my feet, moving to get out. A scared whimper exits my mouth at the sight of my arm, still covered in fur. I look like something out of Teen Wolf .

“Connor’s a werewolf?” I whisper to myself as I swim toward the moat’s edge, wishing my thoughts didn’t sound insane. “Did he bite me and turn me into one? What the hell is going on?”

Tears threaten my eyes when I hear him call my name from the window I jumped from, and I’m just too freaked out to turn to him. Shifters didn’t exist two seconds ago, and reading about humping one and actually meeting one are two very different things.

I could have dealt with it better, maybe even with a giggle and a hair twirl, if I couldn’t feel a tail coming from my own tailbone! Whatever he’s done to me, I’m going to make him pay for it.

I reach the edge of the moat and try to stand, my feet slipping and sliding on submerged algae-covered rocks. The next thing I know, I’m screaming when something tugs me back into the water. Bubbles swirl again, only this time they’re coming from my mouth as I yell. Something strong pulls me down, deep down, fast and rough through the water.

My eyelids fight to stay closed at the force that’s jetting me through the moat’s depths. I’m dragged for much longer than I’d think the waterway would lead, and I attempt to pull my hands to my chest as my hair whips behind me.

A feeling of weightlessness registers a second before the wind is knocked from my chest. My rough landing onto solid, dry land causes me to heave, and pain lances up my sides as my lungs fight for air. Water climbs up my throat and I gag, choking on the cool liquid. I curl onto my side, retching as the water is violently expelled from me.

“Dè tha sibh a’ dèanamh?” A male voice says to my right, and I catch the awkward waving of a large hand in my periphery.

I go still, waiting for the owner of the hand to reveal themselves.

“Day have—What?” I ask slowly, the words completely foreign to me.

I lift my eyes so I can trail my gaze within the strange place I find myself. It’s dark except for a singular flaming torch, and yet I’m able to see even though that shouldn’t be possible. I squint into the dimness at what looks like a cave wall or something.

“Ye’re not a human,” the dark voice states this time.

My nose elongates like the changes in me haven’t finished, and a low menacing growl shakes from my chest. Sensations batter my senses, but one resounds the loudest. It’s as if the intruder alert sound from a James Bond game is playing on repeat in my head and my body is reacting like this is the bad guy.

“Stay away from me!” My voice is distorted and mean.

I get to my feet, grimacing when I glance at my new wolf-like feet covered in torn, wet stockings. I breathe in deeply, attempting to calm my heart that’s beating like a hummingbird at speed.

“Och, she speaks no Gaelic and smells of dog,” he says.

I bare my teeth, and a deep roar follows out of my throat when the Scottish-sounding male shrugs and lumbers toward me. As he moves closer, he claps his hands to make the lights come on, illuminating the place, and I suck in a breath.

I back away from the giant, red-bearded man. Tall and built like a linebacker, he halts his approach and stares at me with moss-green eyes, his long red hair flowing down his back. A patch of red curls covers his massive chest, tapering into a trail down his six-pack stomach, and... oh my god .

“For fuck’s sake, the bastards canna leave all the women alone, can they?”

“You’re naked,” I blurt, and my cheeks heat. “I mean, who are you?” My voice is deeper than normal, and I reach to rub at my throat, my jaw dropping at the soft fur coating my neck. My hands trail up my face, and I squawk unnaturally. “What did he do to me?”

My face wasn’t like this before we had sex—completely covered in fur and now turning more lupine.

“Exactly my thoughts, lass. Ye smelled of cookies only two months ago and now look at ye. The mongrel just had tae take ye, didn’t he?” he says, in a strong Scottish brogue, entirely at ease with his junk hanging out for all to see as he pushes some wayward strands of his long red hair off his face. “Just as well, I suppose. He deserves a mate just like the rest of us, aye?”

“Who are you?” I ask him again, and he takes it as an invite to get closer, his bare feet padding against the stone ground as he ambles over.

He stops in front of me, a friendly smile on his face. An emerald eye winks, and he clears his throat. “Lachlan Macbeth at yer service, and who might ye be?”

I groan, rubbing at my face with the heels of my hands and gasp as I change back to human. “My hands!”

“Aye, ye have them, and claws now too, no doubt. Connor’s doing, from the scent of ye.” His expression says he thinks there’s something wrong with me.

“I’m going to murder him! I knew he did this to me.”

My nostrils flare, and I watch in fascination when my arms turn fur covered again.

“Go kick his arse then,” Lachlan says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I go still and slowly lift my gaze up to his. “What?”

Surprise that he agrees fills me.

“Well, yer as big as he is now. I’ve no doubt ye could take him out wi’ a few well-placed jabs.” He punches the air with his ham-hock sized fists.

I blink, realizing I can see the hairs lift on his knuckles and the size of his pores from here. Wow.

My heartbeat thuds loudly and my skin tingles with the knowledge that I am strong, very freaking strong.

I don’t know how to absorb what I’ve turned into, let alone my new strength, so instead I pick up on a slow cadence of dripping water in the distance.

“Where are we?”

“My home.”

A cavern. He lives in a cave . . .

Now that my anxiety is settling, I finally take a proper glance around at the rough stone walls. Multicolored spikes in different shades of gray and brown, stalactites found in a lot of the cave pictures I’ve seen on the internet, drip above our heads, the water softly splashing onto the stone floor as gravity takes over. Big boulders, round and obviously man-made, are dispersed around the large, dark cavern.

My gaze lands back on the naked man who’s now stretching his arms above his head, bending his torso, completely at ease with his nudity.

I turn and watch in fascination as he holds a hand out as if checking his nails, and green scales crawl over his entire limb.

“And, umm, what are you?” I ask, covering my chest and crotch with my arms because I’m uncomfortable with my own nudity in front of a stranger.

He blinks at that. “The Loch Ness monster, lass.”