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against my throbbing cunt through my jeans.
    “Like riding the wind with the knowledge that anything you want is within your power.” He lowered his lips to mine. “Or were you asking about being a werewolf, not what it feels like for me when I’m with you?”
    For a man who had been prone to so few words, the ones he chose cut quite a path.
    I pushed him away, and he rose up with a frown and a nod. He thought I was rejecting his offer. When I unzipped my jeans, however, his gaze shot to mine.
    “Do it, Elijah.” I pushed my pants down over my hips. “Make me yours.”
    Luckily, I’d been driving on a road less traveled, as was the path I chose while I let him claim me in that truck in the middle of a deserted highway. He shoved the cock I craved deep between my thighs. Between the steering wheel, the back of the seat, and the pants still bunched below my knees, I couldn’t spread very wide for him. But as always, Elijah thrust his way in with ease. The friction of his cock against my clit between nearly-closed legs was heaven, but it was his lips pressing to mine with a firm, unyielding touch that sent my mind soaring.
    “You belong to me,” he whispered against my neck, and I shuddered. “I’ve known it from the first time I touched you. I just couldn’t make myself believe you would truly want what I must give you in order for us to be together.”
    “I want it,” I said, raking my hands into his hair. “I want you.”
    The growl he let out in response was far from human, and I knew what he was about to do even before I felt the prick of his teeth. Fangs pierced my flesh, and the secrets of his entire being flooded my own. The pain of his bite spread into sheer passion, and I exploded. Orgasm pushed me far over the edge of pleasure and past my own humanity as well. A fierce surge of heat in my limbs kept my climax going for an endless stretch, and the wicked tingling in my mouth sprouted fangs that I promptly sank into Elijah’s shoulder.
    He pulled away with a yell that was far more erotic than tortured, and that’s when I felt it happen. My body popped and shuddered, retracting and reforming itself into contorted angles it had never managed before. My eyesight and hearing sharpened almost painfully, but the rest of the process didn’t hurt at all. When I hopped out of the truck cab, I was pure white and no longer human.
    Elijah remained human long enough to pull my truck off the side of the road, back where it wouldn’t be noticed. Then he shifted, and the two of us were off and running through the woods, side by side, our muzzles cracked wide with wolfish grins. It was like riding the wind, with the knowledge that anything I wanted was within my power.
    And being a werewolf didn’t suck much, either.
     
     
    THE END
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    Also by J. Rose Allister:
     
    Other My Secret Lover tales:
    My Secret Werewolf Lover
     
    Other Short Erotic Fiction:
    Other My Daddy Werewolf
    I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
    On Fire for Daddy 2: Andrea’s Hot Lesson
    Daddy’s Halloween Treat
    My Daddy’s an Escort
    On Fire for Daddy
    The Sex Hex
    Daddy Hottest
    His Cowboy Roundup
    Car Wash
     
     

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
    Award-winning short story writer J. Rose Allister pens erotic fiction titles from her home in Southern California. She is an avid cook, gardener, and movie buff, and has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy. Not that this stops her from adding more.