Page 45 of The Mating Game
“Actually, that would be…kind of great? I’ve been reading some of the pamphlets the doctor gave me, and it gives all these descriptions of what itfeelslike—but not how to actuallydoit.”
“Probably because most people do it for the first time as teenagers. It’s just an instinct, really.”
“Well, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like an instinct.”
“Tell you what,” I say. “Meet me out back when you’re done here, and we’ll go through it together.”
There’s gratitude in her eyes, and that has my alpha preening, practically puffed up with pride at the idea of coming to her rescue.
Down, boy.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out.”
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “Someone has to do it, and I doubt your brothers will be much help.”
She winces. “Especially since they don’t know.”
“You haven’t told them?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I haven’t figured out how to broach the subject of me turning into a fucking wolf and begging strangers for sex yet.”
I can’t help it, I snort out a laugh. “Oh, is that all?”
“I know, right? No big deal.”
She’s smiling at me now, and I can feel my own face mirroring the action. It’s funny how when she’s out of my sight, all I do is worry about interacting with her, and yet when I’m actually doing so, it’s strangely easy. I don’t know what to make of that.
“An hour good?” I ask.
She nods. “Sounds great.”
“All right,” I answer. “I’ll see you then.”
She gives me another nod and a small smile before going back to what she was doing—and I turn to escape the vicinity of her potent scent so I don’t drown in it. It doesn’t occur to me for several more minutes that she’s going to have to be naked for this little lesson.
Fuck.
I’m tryingveryhard not to be distracted from what I’m trying to teach her, but it’s more than a little difficult, given that my hand is currently curled around her calf. Sure, I’m only teaching her the best way to bend when she’s getting ready to shift, and her clothes are still most definitely on, but tell that to my fucking hormones.It’s like my body can’t seem to reconcile the innocent gesture. Not with her smelling like she does.
We’re in a small clearing just out of view from the lodge; Tess was afraid her brothers might stumble upon us while we were going over things, and apparently she’s not ready to tell them anything. Not that I blame her. I don’t know that I would have an easy time explaining this either.
“You’re going to want to lean into a crouch,” I tell her. “That makes it easier when you go from two legs to four.”
“This is so fucking weird,” she mutters.
“Just wait till you eat your first rabbit.”
She audibly gasps. “I willnotbe eating a rabbit.”
“You get caught out in the snow one good time? You’ll eat a rabbit.”
She makes a disgruntled sound, and I chuckle under my breath. She’s kind of easy to rile up.
“But how do I…you know?” she says. “Is there some sort of magic word to change?”
I bark out a laugh. “No, there’s no magic word. Your body is meant to do this, and once it realizes that, it will be as easy as breathing.”
“Breathingdoesn’t require me to eat poor innocent rabbits,” she grumbles.
