Cam hadn’t forgotten. But what would she think if she saw them transform? Would she be horrified at the changes? Would she even adjust to seeing them as wolves?
Chapter Five
Sierra wasn’t sure why she’d asked about seeing them as wolves. On the one hand she wanted to know what they looked like. Would Fergus be a regular brown wolf, or would his fur be as red as his hair? And what about Cam? He was very muscular. Would he be bigger than Fergus? And what would it be like to ride a wild animal as if it were something out of a movie? Well a sort of wild animal. She’d know they were really just Fergus and Cam after all.
But what if seeing them as wolves repulsed her? What if she felt ill that she’d fucked these animals? What if it meant the end of the relationship that was starting to grow between them?
Better now than later when I’ll risk having my heart broken. They brought the topic up, but I need to know if I can cope with them in their werewolf form. If I can’t, I need to stop seeing them. It’s part of who they are after all and I have a partnership to earn. And that means even if we do develop a relationship it can never be recognized in public. I’m not going to let talk of a ménage lose me my partnership, that’s definite.
But her heart wanted to reject those statements. She was already becoming fond of them. She enjoyed the time they spent together, the talking and fun as well as the sex. Even jumping into the fucking lake. She couldn’t say being with them was boring, that was for sure. She always felt cared for and considered when they were with her. They never ignored her or disregarded her wishes.
So I do need to see them as wolves. I do need to know I can accept this side of them, too.
Fergus and Cam stood in front of her, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, rather like a wall of muscular skin and bone. “Are you ready to see this? We’ll transform and take you for a brief run up the beach and back again. If you’re okay with that then we’ll start walking back to the parking lot. Okay?” asked Fergus.
Sierra walked over to her clothes, quickly pulling on her panties and bra, then her T-shirt and shorts. She gave her hair a quick comb with her fingers, then tied it into a ponytail. “Now I’m ready,” she said, slipping her feet into her athletic shoes.
Both men moved under the overhanging dune, and then—they were simply gone. If she’d had blinked her eyes she’d have missed it the change was so fast. Fergus’s fur was red, the same color as his hair. Cam was a fraction shorter to the shoulder than Fergus but clearly stockier and stronger than him.
She stood still as the wolves approached her and gently she patted each one from their shoulder down along their spine. They even felt different, Fergus’s fur softer and silkier than Cam’s, but Cam was more affectionate, nuzzling her leg with his muzzle, licking her bare skin with his rough tongue.
When he stayed by her leg she understood. “You want me to climb on your back now?”
He seemed to nod so she swung one leg over his back and settled herself there, leaning forward over his spine and wrapping her arms around his neck. Very slowly he walked along the edge of the lake, only moving faster as she gained more confidence and sat up more to look around. By the end of the lake he was loping at a steady, though not fast speed. And she was grinning. Being on his back was amazing. So very different from walking or riding a bicycle, or anything she’d ever done before. Her legs could feel the muscles in his body moving and shifting as he walked and ran. It was an incredibly exciting feeling to be sharing such an experience with this wonderful animal.
At the end of the lake Cam stopped and Fergus moved up beside her. She climbed off saying, “This is the end of the bus route. All passengers must change here.” Then she thought likely they wouldn’t understand her and she said, “That’s what they used to say on the bus from town to where I lived. There used not to be a direct bus route home and we always had to change buses for the last two miles home.”
Once again she thought she saw Cam nod, and she stepped over to climb onto Fergus. She’d gained in confidence now and didn’t lie flat on his back but sat up almost straight, burying her hands in the thick scruff of fat and fur around his neck.
Fergus must have been convinced she was more relaxed as he took the time to roam across the sand, dashing to the water’s edge then running back to the dune, as he moved back toward the rocks where the men’s clothes and shoes still were.
She laughed at his antics and held her legs up out of the water seeing as she was dressed again. Not that her clothes and shoes were completely dry, but they weren’t uncomfortable either. Just a little damp, and she had no intention of getting wringing wet again.