“God,” he hissed. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned with each thrust.
With one last savage thrust, Nate cried out, digging his fingers into my shoulders to pull me back onto him. The sensation of his cock twitching and spasming within me was the most amazing thing, and a bizarre pride filled me, knowing I’d given him as much pleasure as he’d given to me.
His thrusts slowed as my body milked every last drop from him. At last, he collapsed onto me, nuzzling my neck. I gasped for breath, my hair soaked in sweat. A pleasant buzz rippled through my body while Nate ran his hands lovingly across my shoulders, back, and ass.
I had no clue what had gotten into me. I’d never been so forceful and demanding during sex. Maybe it was the safety of knowing Nate wouldn’t be around for long. No need to worry about the future with him. I could throw caution to the wind and simply enjoy him while he was here. No attachment, no awkward dating phase, nothing but hot sex. Then, when all this was over, Nate would hop on his bike and ride off into thesunset. Maybe it was easy to let myself succumb to my passions when there was no need to worry about an actual relationship.
“I need a shower,” I mumbled as best I could with my cheek smooshed against the table.
“Same. I’ll go turn it on,” Nate said.
My body trembled and twitched as the post-coital bliss slowly faded away. I was sore in an exquisite way, and I doubted I’d be able to walk tomorrow. But, God, it felt so good.
25
Cameron
After showering together, Nate and I fell into the upstairs bed. Thankfully, he hadn’t made some weird pretend gesture to still sleep on the couch. We’d slipped under the covers naked and fallen asleep within seconds. It was the deepest and most relaxing sleep I’d ever had.
Each dream was pleasant and pulled me deeper into the abyss of sleep. It was all blurry and nondescript, but there was a general undertone of happiness to each. That was, until the final dream, which was nothing more than a few flashes of sight and sound.
A guttural growl deep in my mind, followed my gnashing ivory-colored teeth. A yellow crescent moon high in the sky, the outline of a wolf’s head lifting toward the moon. A deep, booming howl.
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped for breath. Sweat slicked my skin, but I also felt chills as though I was feverish. Nate was still asleep, breathing deeply and holding me in his arms. The heat of the room was almost suffocating. Could thatbe from being cocooned in Nate’s embrace? Residual heat from our marathon sex session the night before?
I wiped the sweat off my forehead. That couldn’t be from lying beside Nate. I was really warm. Why was it so hot in here? How could it be hot and cold at the same time? Something wasn’t right. My skin felt itchy and tight, like old leather stretched over a wire frame until it was ready to tear. Even my eyeballs seemed to be growing hot. For a moment, I had the distinct and terrifying thought that some sort of fire was roaring within me, ready to blister and peel my flesh away.
Sliding out from under Nate’s arm, I swung my legs over and put my bare feet on the floor. The wood felt like a sheet of ice on my searing hot feet. I let out a small sigh of relief as the cool contrast eased some of the heat, but that quickly dissipated as more heat blazed through me. Steady thumping between my temples beat in time to my heart, growing in volume and power until I thought my skull would split open.
Opening my mouth, I tried to call for Nate, to wake him, but my mouth and throat were dry, almost like cotton balls had been stuffed down my gullet. Swallowing, I found my mouth devoid of any moisture. I coughed, swallowed again, and finally managed to speak.
“Nate?” My voice was barely more than a hoarse rasp.
His eyes snapped open at once. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up, already wide awake and aware I was in distress.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel good,” I croaked. “Water. I need water.”
The look on his face told me he knew what was going on with me.
“You’re shifting,” he said.
“What?” I jerked my head around to look at him, nails scratching at my itchy breasts and arms.
“It’s your first shift.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “Take a breath. You need to stay calm. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
“It f-feels like s-something bad is h-h-happening,” I stuttered, my body shivering and shaking.
My stomach lurched, and I heaved, sliding from the bed onto my hands and knees. I didn’t vomit, but I wretched and gagged, sweat pouring off my nose to drip onto the floor below me.
“You’re fine. Cameron, you need to do your best to relax and let it happen,” he said, rubbing my back.
I couldn’t do that. It felt like I was dying. If I didn’t fight it, I’d be dead. The way my body felt, it was more like a wolf was going to come shredding out of me slicing, biting, and tearing my flesh rather than the seamless shift like I’d seen Nate do.
With every second, things became worse. My heart slammed against my ribcage like I was sprinting. Breaths came in huge, gulping gasps like I couldn’t get enough oxygen.
“Help me, Nate,” I moaned. “Help me. Make it stop.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wanted to wake up, wanted this to be a dream.
