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.I swat at whatever weird bug keeps trying to wake meup. Only on a faery plane would I have to deal with insects. Trust me, vampiresgot rid of those long ago. At least in the heights. I groan and try to turnover in bed. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I can hold on to sleep. If I wakeup, I’ll have to deal with the fact that my dick is still hard eight hoursafter my wife’s marathon orgasm session.

The bug tickled my ear. I try turning over.

I didn’t come once. Well, I did, but it was an “oops” kindof orgasm, so it doesn’t count. I came in my pants like a horny teenager.

I sink down against the pillow, light starting to stream infrom the openings above. I clench my eyes closed and think about the fact thatI have a wife now.

Kaja was so fucking hot, it was inevitable that I would comein my pants. Her pretty pussy had taken everything I gave her. I fucked herwith my fingers, my tongue, several vibrators, and a glass dildo. And I haven’teven gotten to her sweet ass yet. I need to spend the morning working a pluginto it.

Gods, I want to fuck her. I want to shove my cock into allher hot holes and leave a piece of myself behind. I didn’t expect to want herso badly, and not just because she’s lovely and female. I like Kaja.

Nothing is going the way I planned. Luckily my pants cleanthemselves, or I would be forced to ask the gnomes for some shorts.

I snuggle down on the pallet and reach for my wife. I’mgoing to pull her close, and maybe I can convince her to have some morning fun.She should be out of the influence of the aphrodisiac now. I can cuddle withher and kiss her neck. I can kiss her and lick up to her ears where I’ll nip ather lobes before taking her mouth. She loves kissing. Every time I kiss her,she softens and flowers open. If she asks me to fuck her this time, I can do soin good conscience. I’m a married man. The thought runs through my head with nosmall bit of satisfaction. I took a consort. My future is secure. The sunscreenproject will be back under my management in a week or so. In the meantime, Iplan to enjoy our bonding time with a little bump and grind. I’ll make sure shegets off first, though. I’m pretty sure I won’t last long once I get insideher.

“Kaj?” I lift my head when I can’t feel her next to me.

The night before, she fell asleep in my arms, completelyexhausted from the pleasure I gave her. The aphrodisiac was strong, takinghours to leave her system. She would settle down from one orgasm, and the feverwould start again. I was relieved when she finally closed her eyes and let herhead rest on my chest. I was proud of the smile that curled her lips up as herbreathing became soft and even. I put that smile there.

And now she is gone. I force myself up. She wouldn’t run.Please don’t let her run.

I catch sight of something at the end of the bed.

“Kaja? Holy crap!” What the fuck is that? I start to back upbut realize I’m already against the edge of the tent. I wonder briefly if I cantunnel under and out. It seems like a bad idea to turn my back on the brownwolf sitting on my bed. A wolf. On my bed. I hold my hands up. “Nice doggy.”

I say doggy, but I know what’s sitting in front of me. It’sa wolf, an elegant, lovely wolf that is probably going to kill me and eat mefor breakfast. How the hell did something so predatory manage to get into themarketplace? There’s supposed to be some form of security, right?

Kaja. My heart clenches. Where is my consort?

I don’t see my wife’s bloody body anywhere. I have to assumeshe got away. It would have been nice if she gave me a heads-up on thecarnivore using our bedroom as a hunting ground, but I’m just relieved sheisn’t dead.

The wolf sits back on its haunches. I go still. Maybe Kajawent to get Beck. Yes, Kaja managed to sneak out, and she will bring my warriorking cousin. I hoped it’s Beck and not Cian who rushes in to save me. If Cicomes running, I’ll likely get a lecture on the habits of wolves while Ciancowers behind me hoping to get eaten last. Beck is the only way to go in asituation like this.

I stare at the creature because I can’t help it. The wolf isbeautiful. Her brown coat is glossy and looks incredibly soft. Something abouther—I’m sure the wolf is female—calls to me. She has to weigh at least ahundred pounds. Her face is delicate, and there’s an intelligence about herthat draws me in.

“Hello, girl,” I say quietly, curiosity quickly overridingmy fear.

The wolf sits patiently. She makes no aggressive moves. Iknow I should try to get away from the vicious predator that made her way intomy bed, but I feel compelled to put my hand out.

The wolf immediately places her head under my outstretchedhand. She pushes against me, begging me for a pet.

“Oh, you’re a sweet thing, aren’t you,” I say, stroking thewolf. I grin, fairly certain she isn’t going to tear out my throat. She wantssome affection. Her fur is like silk under my fingers. “I always have had a waywith the ladies. Apparently my charm crosses over to all species.”

The wolf snorts.

Holy shit. There is no mistaking those arctic blue eyes.

“Kaja?” I can feel my heart beating. This is what she meantthe night before when she begged to change. Cara was right. My consort istwo-natured.

Kaja laughs, the sound pealing like a happy bell as shefalls forward into my arms in human form. The change is so effortless I almostdon’t notice it. One moment there was a furry wolf begging for my attention,and the next, my wife’s naked body falls laughing onto my lap. My hands come upto catch her.

“You should have seen your face,” she says, covering hermouth. Her eyes are full of mischief. “You looked like you might pee yourselfin your fear. You did not expect that.”

“No, Kaja,” I say, still trying to get over the shock. Mywife can change into a wolf. “I did not expect that my bride would greet mewith fur and fangs.”

She sits up, all joking gone. Her face falls. “You do notlike my fangs?”

My heart warms, and I pull her close. She’s such a sweetthing. I push her hair back behind her ears. Her hair is soft, a deep, richbrown. “I love your fangs. You’re beautiful, and you know it.”