Free Werewolves in London by Karilyn Bentley

tightened around him, crying out. Two thrusts later and he joined her, spilling into her spasming channel.
    Dropping her legs from his waist, Vonda ran a hand through his hair and kissed his cheek. He raised himself onto his arms and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. A wrinkle appeared between his eyes, the anxiety bleeding into his gaze.
    She smiled. “That was great. We’ll have to do a repeat later. Like when I’m human again.” Maybe Margie didn’t know what she was talking about. Everything looked to be normal. Oh, well. It had been an interesting theory.
    The anxiety in his eyes vanished, replaced by joy. “We have a deal.” He pulled out, the absence of his weight leaving her feeling abandoned. Odd, that.
    Since Margie was so obviously incorrect, Vonda needed to clean up and mentally prep for the bone-wrenching pain of the change. After all these years of changing, she knew when the sun was about to set, when the magic of the change would overcome her, turning her into a wolf. Shouldn’t be much longer now.
    Vonda made it halfway to the bathroom when she heard Tom cry out. She whirled around to see him kneeling by the bed, one hand bracing himself against it. Pain-filled eyes turned to her.
    “God, Vonda, what’s happening?” His voice broke, the ending of the last word coming out in a growl.
    The skin on his back rippled and the oddest thought crossed her mind. The only time she’d seen another person change was when Margie forced it from Big G. And that happened so quickly, Vonda hadn’t processed it. But this, this she processed. Did she look like that when she changed?
    “Congrats. You’re not genetically deficient after all.”
    He panted, gritting his teeth against the pain. “Huh?”
    “You’re changing.” She knelt beside him, touching his shoulder. “Margie said it can happen if a half-breed who hasn’t changed has sex with a full-breed. That’s why she stuck around last night, to see if you’d changed. Guess she’ll be surprised tomorrow. Shh, just relax, let it flow over you, don’t fight it.” Naturally, he fought it. She had too, all those years ago. Until she realized changing was much easier if she relaxed and let it happen.
    “It hurts.”
    She ran her hand through his hair wanting to take the pain from him. “I know. It will go away once the change is complete.”
    Tom opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could, she saw the beast inside him win the fight. His face changed, growing longer, growing fur. He yelled, the sound turning into a howl as he changed. Fur rippled across his skin, brown fur tipped in black as if he were a calligraphy brush dipped in ink. His arms turned into legs and he collapsed on the floor.
    Damn. Does it hurt like that all the time? His voice sounded in her head.
    “Not quite that bad, but it’s still painful.”
    Vonda felt the sun drop below the horizon, the magic in her veins pulling her beast out. Her skin rippled like Tom’s had, flowing into fur as she dropped to all fours, shaking the pain from her muscles. Unlike Tom she had grown used to the pain, or as used to pain as one could get.
    Footsteps sounded at a fast pace, followed by a pounding on their door.
    “Daddy! Are you okay? I heard yelling. Daddy?”
    Elizabeth opened the door and burst into the room, coming to a halt as she stared at the two wolves. Fear crossed her eyes, but she held her ground.
    “Vonda? Daddy?”
    Don’t be scared, honey. I seem to have changed.
    It’s okay, Elizabeth. Your Dad changed like me, Vonda said at the same time.
    Elizabeth’s eyes darted from one wolf to the other. “Oh, my gosh. Daddy changed into a wolf. How wicked cool!”
    How wicked painful , Tom muttered.
    Elizabeth didn’t hear him. She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Tom licked her face.
    “Does this mean Margie isn’t going to try to take me again? I like her, but I don’t want to live with her.”
    No, sweetie, that’s why Vonda’s going to