Healer's Fate

A tiny thrill shot through her system as she recognized the wolf gazing at her. The animal buried within them all. A feral being that fascinated her on those few occasions she’d witnessed his presence in Liam’s human form.

Most wolf shifters possessed two states—human and wolf. If the human side lost control of a situation, they turned into wolves. But Alphas had the ability to allow the wolf to take over the human body.

In a lot of ways, that was what frightened the weaker members of a pack the most—to see the wild animal staring at them from a human’s eyes. She didn’t understand the fear—it was okay to see human intelligence out of an animal’s eyes, but the reverse terrified people.

This animal she liked and wanted to encourage his attention. She licked her lips and smiled as he groaned. Her world narrowed to his presence as he stepped closer. His chest pressed against hers and she was forced to tilt her head back, scraping the wall, to maintain eye contact.

“Not afraid of the big, bad wolf?” he rasped as he bent to nibble on her ear.

Her knees weakened as his breath caressed the skin along her neck. Warmth spread throughout her body and she lost herself as his teeth scraped along her neck. Her wolf stirred to life, adding an unexpected savage element to the mix.

No one had roused her inner animal before. Usually her wolf slept, unless Corliss was in wolf form or needed extra energy during a difficult healing. Her pack regarded that as a submissive weakness, but right now there was nothing docile about her wolf’s demands.
Action. Now. The wolf didn’t talk with words. It was more of an intuitive exchange. And if she didn’t take control soon, her wolf would. She’d prefer her first sexual experience be as a human.

She slipped her hands under his coat to glide across his shoulders. The fabric grated against the back of her hand, unlike the smooth skin under her fingertips. Pulling strength from her wolf, she shoved against him until he backed into the opposite cave wall. On her toes, Corliss leaned against him and brushed her lips against his.

“I’m not afraid of your wolf,” she teased. “I’m hoping he wants to play.” A gentle nip of his lower lip and she sashayed down the hall. “Are you coming?” she asked over her shoulder before entering the main chamber.

His growl echoed after her and intensified the heat sparked by his touch. Her lips curled into a smile, pleased she could elicit a response from him. “So you’re not indifferent to me after all,” she growled in a soft, alluring voice.

“I’ve always known where you are, Corliss,” Liam whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body. Pulling her hair back in his other fist, he said, “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.” Then he kissed her with all the passion of his wolf.

Corliss surrendered to his kiss. Their tongues dueled as he held her in place. Not that she wanted to get away. She nicked her tongue against his pointed canines and gasped as he started sucking at the cut.