You have to stop calling him yours, I chided myself. That wolf was never yours any more than Lex ever was. No way in the world they are the same. Maybe you passed out or something, not seeing the wolf run away or Lex come to my rescue. Of course, you passed out and regained consciousness standing up, you idiot. The theory seemed about as probable as a wolf turning into a man.
“Why are you naked?” I got out, though my voice, deep and raspy, didn’t even sound like my own.
If it hadn’t been for the burn in my chest, up my esophagus, I wouldn’t have thought the words had even come from me. Despite the ridiculousness of such a question when so many others begged to be asked, his lack of clothing remained a stark image that left a strong impression. I’d venture an argument that his body, thick thighs, steely stomach, and copious cock, would render the sanest of women a tad goofy, having just shifted from a wolf or not. Me, I hadn’t been all that sane all week, or since I’d first met him.
“I left my clothes tucked in a dark doorway of one of these abandoned places before I changed into my other form,” he muttered, his eyebrows crinkled.
I looked into the depths of his dark eyes and wondered out loud, “Why are you looking at me as if I am making no sense? I’m not the one naked in a dark ally. I’m not the one who just chang… whatever. Thank goodness no one is around.”
I confirmed this statement by looking both ways, up and down the alley. Only the street lights at the end of the dark strip gave indication of life around us. No vague shadows moved to indicate others were around. Though, on second thought, I stood perfectly still. Had someone else witnessed what I had? And, if so, would they please show themselves and tell me I’m not crazy? I squinted, strained my eyes, for a glimpse of another human being. Oddly, no fear imposed its horrid physical afflictions on my already wrecked body.
“Changed?” I asked, “If you changed, why didn’t you put on other clothes? And it may sound a strange question, but when you came, did you see a large wolf, or dog maybe, running away from me. How did I not fall down if I lost consciousness? What do you mean by form?”
I blinked, trying to process my own thoughts that had run from my mouth in a steady stream of crazy. Why not just ask him why the sky was blue and dogs hung their heads out of car windows while I was at it? Bring on the straight jacket, I thought with a large pull of air in my lungs as I honestly looked for a crew to either commit me or tell me I’d been punked.
“Christina, you aren’t making sense, and you’re as pale as a ghost even in this light. You never lost consciousness, though I keep fearing you may. I’m sorry, babe. I think you are in shock. I’m so sorry,” he sighed, taking a step toward me. “I guess I could have found a better way to show you what I really am.”
With the increased proximity, my elbow bent, made me hyper-aware that my hand still rested on his lower abs. Looking down, my arm gratefully covered most of my full view of his semi-erection. I swallowed hard, ignoring my dry mouth and throat.
“Shock?” I repeated. “Yes, that makes sense. My own thoughts make no sense in my head. I thought I saw… no, I mean…no. What happened? And, why the hell are you naked?”
“Listen to me, and I will tell you the truth,” he offered, moving my hand from his stomach. A zing of electricity gave me a start. I shook out my hand. There was nothing here to cause such a spark of static electricity.
He took in a deep breath then, letting his own arms fall in an attempt to cover a part of himself. The sight of his large hands cupping over his cock made my heart skip a beat. He stood there before me, just inches away, picture perfect like he posed for some damned girlie magazine. His stance, feet out, shoulder width apart, arms tight with muscles bulging, made him appear a modal ready to work. If only I had a camera. I frowned and bit my lip at the stupid, ill-timed thought. I’d officially gone insane. Conservative bordering on boring Christina had finally unwound, fallen hard off her rocker.
A brief smile turned up my mouth before it faded. I shook my head and glanced up into his dark eyes. The sincerity there, something I felt radiate off him, softened his eyes. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before he closed his eyes for a full second.
“Christina, please listen carefully. Please, try to understand what I have to say. Keep an open mind, though. My tale will seem fantastic. Can you do that?” he asked, his head cocked in the most adorable way.