Eleanor's POV
I was back in my room at the Vexxon estate, feeling utterly and completely spent. Keith had carried me here, insisting the whole way. If I hadn't sworn I could manage on my own, he probably would have tossed me back on the bed for round four. They'd already wrung three earth-shattering orgasms out of me, and my legs felt like they were made of wet paper.
This is the most amazing thing, Beatrice, my wolf, sighed dreamily in my head. I cannot wait for the day we shift. To finally mate with them, fur to fur…
"Can I even shift?" I asked her, my own voice a tired murmur.
Not yet, she purred, her tone taking on a distinctly unhinged edge. But when the time comes, I will not hesitate. You cannot be the only one enjoying all this, Eleanor. I have needs too.
I rolled my eyes, a small, helpless smile touching my lips. Beatrice's idea of 'needs' was becoming alarmingly clear.
