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“Hmmm?” She was more interested in getting him out of his clothes than conversing.

“Meka…” He groaned when she hit a particularly sensitive spot and his hips bucked against her. Drawing strength from somewhere—she didn’t know where—he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away from him. “You had a question that was too important to ask over the phone,” he reminded huskily.

Tameka gazed back at him, dazed, her body in full control.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, she managed to pull her thoughts together long enough to remember why he was here.

“Oh, yeah.” She took a few steps away from him and wrapped her arms around herself to keep from reaching for him.

“I remember now.”

She sighed and paced before turning to face him again.

“Lulu dropped by earlier and handed me a letter Momma E

wrote, in the event that I moved to Refuge and met someone. In it, she suggested that I ask you to shift, to prove to me that you are what you say you are, since she knew I wouldn’t believe.

That’s why I called. I want you to do whatever it is you do. Shift for me. Please,” she added as an afterthought.

Chad hooked his thumbs into the front two loops of his jeans and rocked back on his heels. “Are you sure?” Tameka nibbled on a fingernail while she considered how to respond. Then she decided she might as well be straight with him. “To be honest, I really don’t think you can. I’m not sure if I want to be proven wrong, or right.” Either way, things between them would change after today. That, she discovered, was the source of her fear. Despite her protests to the contrary, she didn’t want to let Chad go and she just may have to if she discovered he was mentally unstable.

“If you’re certain this is what you want me to do.” The expression on his face said he was giving her one last chance to change her mind.

She seriously thought about just letting it go, but knew this had to be done. “I’m sure.” She went and sat on the couch, prepared to wait however long it took for him to admit the truth, that he wasn’t what he claimed to be.

Chad reached up and pulled off his t-shirt.

“What are you doing?” Not that she minded, but the sight of all that hard muscle was distracting, to say the least.

“Undressing so I can shift.” He toed off his shoes and stripped off his jeans. No briefs. Darn, she wished she’d known when she was rubbing up against him.

“You ready?”

“Sure.” She leaned back against the couch. Might as well get comfortable. This could take awhile.

He did something and his image seemed to shimmer.

Tameka sat forward. There was a popping sound, and then the biggest white wolf she’d ever seen in her life stood on the other side of her coffee table on all fours, staring at her with Chad’s eyes.

She was up and over the back of the couch before she even realized she was moving. The jarring thud when she landed on her head brought her back to her senses. It was only the grace of God that she hadn’t broken her neck when she landed. While she lay there dazed, rubbing the back of her head and doing an internal check to make sure she wasn’t hurt, the wolf—Chad—

stuck his muzzle over the couch, a concerned look in his eyes.

At the sight of him, she scrambled back on her elbows and heels until her head bumped up against the wall. “Di-did I ever me-mention this small problem I have with du-dogs? It’s nothing ma-major. I’m just deathly afraid of them,” she finished shakily.

The wolf tilted its head to the side, right before it disappeared from view. Her breath caught in her throat when he came walking around the side of the couch, heading straight for her. Dear God, she’d always told her patients that it’s best to face your fears head on, but all she wanted to do was get up and run. It took everything she had within her to sit there and let him approach.

This, unbelievable as it may seem, was Chad. He’d never hurt her. Why she was so certain of that, she didn’t stop to question. Nor did it stop her from shaking with fear.

He crouched down onto his belly and approached her slowly, not stopping until he was close enough to nudge her leg with his nose. With a mind of their own, her legs drew up tight against her chest and she closed her eyes. When nothing happened, she peeked out.

He must have been waiting, for he immediately scooted forward and touched his nose to her thigh again. Tameka took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She could do this. Hesitantly, she reached out and lightly patted his head, ready to draw back in an instant. When she stopped, he gently bumped her hand with his muzzle, twice.

“You like that, huh?” Taking the hint, she rubbed him again until her fear disappeared. “Your fur is so soft.” Tameka stretched her legs out into a more comfortable position and Chad immediately laid his head in her lap. “Don’t slob on me.”

He gave her a big lupine grin, displaying rows of sharp fangs. She stared at them for a moment, then muttered, “If you did that to scare me, too late. I already know you won’t hurt me.” He made some sort of snuffling sound that she supposed was laughter. In his eyes, she could see humor and approval. He was pleased that she’d conquered her fear. Chad rose to his feet and walked forward until he was straddling her body.

Tameka was forced back onto her elbows by his sheer size and proximity. As she leaned back, Chad followed her down, shifting as he did until she was covered by a huge, naked, and aroused male.

He pinned her with a hungry stare and licked his lips, reminding her of the wolf he’d just changed from. “Anything else you’d like me to do?”

The wet tip of his arousal brushed against her inner thigh.

“Uh…”

“Because I really…really… really want to do something for you.” He lowered his face until he was only a breath away.

“I…uh…” She couldn’t think with him so close. He was short-circuiting her brain synapses. She moved restlessly beneath him, arching and rotating her hips, squirming lower to get his hardness right where she needed it most.

“Yes?” He moved so that he lay between her legs with the satiny, rounded knob of his erection prodding her entrance, and leaned forward to nibble on her bottom lip.

Tameka moaned and lifted her legs to curl around his waist, opening herself for penetration. “Fill me.”

“Like this?” He eased the tip of his cock inside and stopped.

“Chad,” she whined. His weight had her pinned, preventing her from arching to take him deeper.

“More?” He arched an eyebrow.

Eyeball to eyeball as they were, Tameka was sure he could see the fire shooting out of her eyes as she narrowed them, conveying the frustration she was feeling. She loosened her legs from his waist and planted her feet, flat on the floor. Then she reached down and dug her nails into his butt. “Quit playing with me,” she growled.

Chad nipped her lower lip, and then pulled it into his mouth, soothing it. “You’ll have to do better than that, baby. We shifters like a little pain with our pleasure.” He raised his head and grinned at her.

“You like pain, hmmm?” With no warning whatsoever, she dragged her blunt nails straight up his back, hopefully taking off a thin layer of skin.

Chad flinched and a growl rumbled up from deep within his chest. He grabbed her hands and slammed them down above her head, holding her in position with one large hand capturing both wrists. His eyes began to glow. “My baby wants to play?” Tameka wasn’t sure what got into her, but the glowing of his eyes signaled his imminent loss of control and knowing she was the cause of it turned her on like nothing else. She struggled against him, not to get away but to see what he’d do.

“Maybe,” she finally responded, panting with her efforts.