“You’ll change into a mountain lion. Because Jonah, a mountain lion shifter bit you.”
“What do you know about him?”
“He’s a wild card, unaffiliated.”
“Not in a biker gang you mean?”
“Not just that. Not in any group.”
“What does he want with me and my mom?” My voice cracked, talking about my mother.
“He wants you for a mate. But I stole you. He’ll come for me next.”
“You followed us?”
“Locus told me to track you, to watch out for you. When Jonah tried to trick you into the bite. I just lost it.” He shook his head. “Sis, she liked you. Liked you a lot if you get my grip.”
“What..?”
“Locus marked you as hers.”
“Like romantically?”
“Yeah… you didn’t know?”
“Know she was, what, that she liked girls? No. I had no idea.” I felt so bad, like my best friend didn’t think she could even tell me. “I’m not interested in girls,” I added and right away felt like a bad person for being so defensive.
“Yeah, I know. I can smell it, that you like men.” He emphasized that fact with a wink. “Locus knew it too, but she loved you. Usually, her scent would deter someone like me from bothering you. Obviously, it didn’t stop Jonah. I’m surprised sis didn’t take him out herself.”
I had so many questions, but Wrex and I both were grieving and trying to lose ourselves in the whiskey. Before long, I was drunk. I didn’t know if Wrex had had too much, and I didn’t care. I found myself wanting nothing more but to be with him. I stood and pushed down my dress exposing my body. He took the invitation and came close to me, bending down to take my lips. His tongue darted into my mouth tasting like alcohol, but his kiss caused the high. His beard tickled my face. Tingles zipped through me, but more than that, I felt something extraordinary, a pull, an unexplainable magnetism.
I raised my knee trying to hook my leg around him, get closer. His hands found my backside and pressed me into him as our kiss deepened. Next thing I knew, he flung me onto the bed. Wrex disrobed in front of me. The anticipation was hell as the delicious body I’d seen in all its glory this morning appeared bit by bit. Licking my lips, I hungered for him. His scent overwhelmed me, lured me. When he was stripped bare, exposing his massive rod, I about choked. Even drunk, I had enough wits about me to realize if I were to give into this temptation, I was in for some major pain. Though, I also welcomed it. I craved it. Submitted to it.
Wrex had said he’d stolen me, and I felt it deep down in my bones. New at this, this strange reality, I didn’t know if it was just the whiskey or something magical between us, magical in the literal sense. I belonged to him. He came at me, and I met him halfway. He nuzzled my neck, kissing it, biting at it. I twisted my legs around his waist wanting to be done with any foreplay. I needed to be penetrated. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, warm and firm and thick and long, lining it up with my wetness.
“Wait.” He tore away from me.
My body cold, I sat up and complained.
He paced. “We can’t do this, yet.”
“Why not? Is it because of my age?” I didn’t even know if he knew I was only seventeen. I didn’t know his age. At this point, I didn’t care.
“No, what do you mean?” He was confused. “I don’t give a god damned thing about your age. You’re mine now. But you’re a virgin, and you’re drunk.”
“So what?” Inebriated as can be, I hiccupped.
“You haven’t changed.”
“What does that matter? I want you. I need to be yours, now. Why won’t you fuck me?” I almost yelled, feeling wild and so not myself.
My words egged him on. The man all but roared. He fell on me, knocking me back and attacked me with his mouth, licking, and with his hands, caressing and finally penetrating my folds. There wasn’t an inch of me that he didn’t stroke. My body was his playground, but his cock never entered me. His head buried in my crotch, his tongue fondling my clit and slipping into me, I got off.
Wrex came up grinning ear to ear, proud of himself. Lying down beside me, he drew me into his scorching body. He was burning up, sweaty. “Why won’t I fuck you? This isn’t you. It’s the beast that’s coming, hopefully.”
“Hopefully?”
“There’s no guarantee.”
“You mean I might not change?”
“You’ve got to be strong enough. You’ve got to have a bit of shifter in you from way back in your blood, I hear. One night on a full moon or if you’re provoked enough, you’ll transform. You’ll never be the same. You’ll have capabilities you didn’t before. Basically, you become a highly efficient predator. Your eyes will detect movement in the dark. You’ll have superior hearing and smell. Like a cat’s sense of touch is enhanced by long whiskers, your skin will feel more than ever before, even in your human form. You may have some power that makes you particularly unique. You might not.”
“What’s your power?”
“Some say that healing wounds, the way I healed your neck is a special ability but so many shifters can, I don’t agree that it’s anything other than your run of the meal ability. Can’t heal consistently either. It’s not like I could recover a fatal injury. So, I don’t believe I have one. I don’t need one. I’m a full-blooded barbary lion, sometimes known as royal lions, one of the biggest sub-species of lions.”
“Are there
