Sugar Creek 2(8)

She was absolutely magnificent. Her emerald eyes sparkled and little crinkles formed at the corners of her slightly slanted eyes. Her whole face lit up and it looked like she was glowing from within. But then she burst out laughing and once she started, it didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon. She doubled over and clutched her stomach. The sound of her sweet feminine voice pealing with humor kicked in him the guts with lust and he found it hard to breathe.

Finally, her humor waned until she only chuckled occasionally and she sat up and wiped the moisture from her cheeks. The smile died from her face when she looked at his serious expression and then glanced over to see the same look on Luke’s face.

“Are you crazy?” Her question was whispered, and if it hadn’t been for his wolf’s hearing he may not have heard her.

“No.” Damian decided the only way she was going to believe him was if he showed her, so he stood up and ripped his shirt up over his head and then dropped it onto the sofa. He undid his jeans while pushing his shoes off with his toes, and then lowered his zipper. As he pushed his jeans and underwear over his hips and down his legs, he kept his eyes on her.

Red tinged her cheeks as he stripped off, but her eyes perused his whole body from the top of his head down to his toes and then back up again. He stood still and straight, allowing her to look her fill, and when she reached his crotch, her mouth gaped open. She must have realized where she was staring because she glanced away and her teeth clicked together with an audible snap when she closed her mouth.

“Look at me, Melissa.”

“You’re naked. Why are you naked?”

“I’m going to show you that what I said is real,” Damian replied, and then he glanced at Luke. He didn’t have to say anything, just gave his brother a nod.

Luke walked over to Melissa and scooped her up off the sofa and then sat down with her on his lap and in his arms. She shifted on Luke’s thighs, then clutched at his forearms in a tight grip. Damian inhaled, worried that she was scared of him, but was pleased when his wolf only scented her nervousness. With one last glance at his brother, he called to his wolf.

He knew what Melissa was seeing, as he’d seen all of his pack members and his brother change forms countless times. His muscles began to shift beneath his skin and his bones began to shorten and lengthen as the change took hold. Cracking and popping permeated the air as he pushed his human side back and let his animal come forth. Fur erupted on his body and he went to his knees as he began to reform his shape. His heightened senses let him hear his mate panting and her rapid heartbeat.

Damian kept his gaze on Melissa and saw her eying him warily, and then with disbelief, but he figured she couldn’t continue to disbelieve what was right in front of her eyes. She licked her lips nervously and when the transformation was complete, he took a step toward her. She exhaled and then whimpered as she tried to push herself back away from him, and he was glad that Luke was holding her, offering her comfort and support.

“Shh, honey. Don’t be scared. Damian and I would never hurt you.”

“What…”

“It’s okay, Melissa. We only want to show you that we weren’t lying. Damian and I will always keep you safe, honey.”

“Oh. My. God,” Melissa whispered. “How can this be real?”

Damian took a slow step toward her and when she didn’t try to get away from him this time, a little of the tension he hadn’t been aware he was feeling dissipated. He took another step closer and then another, until he was close enough for her to touch him and whined softly.

“Don’t you want to pet him, honey? Don’t you want to know what Damian’s fur feels like?”

Melissa glanced over her shoulder at Luke and then looked back at him again. “Can I?”

“Sure you can, honey.” Luke eased her hold on him, slid his hands down her arms and then guided her hands to the back of Damian’s head. She giggled nervously, whether because his coat was tickling her hands or because of just a nervous reaction, Damian wasn’t sure, but he loved the way her hands felt on his wolf body and hoped she would continue petting him.

He chuffed when her fingers dug deeper into his fur and quivered when her fingernails and the tips of her fingers scraped along his skin. The more she patted him, touched him, the more she seemed to relax, until she was leaning forward, her body curved over the top of his wolf.

“I can’t believe how soft your fur is,” she whispered. “This is amazing. I can’t believe that this is really happening.”

“Believe it, sweetheart. Our whole family are werewolves,” Luke said.