She writhed and squirmed around his cock, locking her feet together behind him as she pulled him further into her depths. It felt like a blissful eternity to get him all the way inside her, but once she felt herself nice and snug around the base of his cock, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck me, baby,” she cooed, and Thom had no qualms with her request, pumping his hips slowly at first and working up a steady rhythm as he drive that fantastic dick into her needy cunt.
She closed her eyes as he fucked her, sucking air in through her teeth in a plaintive hiss. She worked her hips against his own whenever they met, grinding him deeper to get the full length of his shaft inside of her. She tensed whenever she felt him slide up to his base, giving him a nice, tight hole to slam that dick into.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Thom moaned against her ear, his thrusts becoming much faster now. Brittney could tell her was getting into it and knew it wouldn’t be long before she got what she and Bryce both wanted: Thom’s cum dripping out of her sweet little pussy.
“That’s it, baby!” she cried, cradling his head against her soft chest as he pumped harder and faster into her. “Fuck me!”
Thom’s hips bucked feverishly against her own as she began to whisper dirty little promises into his ear. She lapped her tongue along his neck as she felt his dick begin to swell inside her. He was so close now, so close giving her that yummy cum.
“That’s it, baby, give me that big fucking load! I want it nice and deep inside of me!” she cried, her own hips jumping as the wet sounds of their bodies coming together filled her ears.
“Oh, God! I’m so fucking close!” Thom snarled, thrusting wildly up inside of her, slamming her plump little ass against the wall with each pump. “I’m going to cum!”
“Fuck!” Brittney screamed, looking into his eyes as she felt the sweet warmth of his seed beginning to spill into her hot sex. “Oh, fuck! Give it to me, Thom! I need it!”
Something happened as she felt Thom’s steaming load gush up inside of her with every shudder of his cock. Her thoughts began to cloud and swirl and feel not completely her own. She could feel Bryce inside of her mind—no, it was their mind. She felt all at once as though she were Bryce and Brittney, like the line between them had not only blurred, but been erased completely.
Everything went black, the world swirling into a kaleidoscope of greys until finally it ended in a deep, impenetrable darkness.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it ended, and she opened her eyes once again. Or were they his eyes? Looking down, Brittney’s hands still sat at the end of her slender arms. She wondered for a moment why she was still a woman until it dawned on her that she still wore the amulet around her neck.
“I never mentioned my name,” she heard Thom’s voice say from what seemed like miles away.
“What?”
“I never told you my name at the bar,” he said again, the two of them half-lying, half sitting on the floor where they’d only just finished their heated fucking.
“You must have—” she started to say, but he cut her off.
“Who the fuck are you?”
She stared at him for what seemed like an hour, a knot growing in her stomach the longer she remained trapped by his gaze.
“Bryce. My name is Bryce,” she said, and somehow it felt strange, feeling as though she were both the man and the woman at the same moment. “And I came here for you.”
“Bryce? That tit from the Colonies? No, that’s not possible. There’s no full moon tonight. How could you—?”
“I went to see someone about the curse,” she interrupted, standing up and trying to gain some confidence. “I found out how it can be fixed.”
“No, there’s no cure. I’ve looked.”
“There is,” she said, her hands on her hips. “You’re my cure, Bryce. Your cum, to be precise.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean? How are you even a woman without the moon being full?”
“Magic, you asshole. I found a witch who told me that all I needed to break the curse was to fuck you while I was a woman and you were a man. She gave me this,” she said, showing Thom the amulet with a triumphant glare. “And it let me change without the moon. I’m free, and now I can be with Julie and never have to worry about this curse ever again.”
“But she won’t be with you, you idiot,” Thom said, shaking his head. “She’s a bloody lesbian. She won’t be with you without the curse you just blew away. She won’t love you if you’re not a woman, Bryce.”
The realization hit her suddenly that Thom was right. Julie would never love Bryce. At least, not in the way he wanted her to. She’d never feel the attraction to him that he always wanted her to feel unless he was a woman—like he was at that moment.
She looked down at the amulet. Her brow furrowed as the witch’s warning drifted through her thoughts once more.
You must remove the amulet before the sun rises, or you will be a woman forever.
“I won’t lose her,” she said, “because I’m going to stay like this. Bryce won’t come back from London. Only Brittney will.”
Thom quirked his eyebrow, as though unsure of how to process the entirety of what had just occurred. Eventually, he sighed and leaned back as he watched Brittney collect her things and straighten her clothes before leaving without another word to Thom. With any luck, she hoped to never see his face again.
She had called to book a return flight to America in the morning, a scrap of paper with her confirmation number in hand as she looked out at the horizon across the delta of the river Thames. Somehow it felt right as the golden spark of the rising sun rose slowly across the murky waters, shining a strand of daylight across her face and over the amulet around her neck. As the sun hit it, the necklace began to shudder before crumbling to dust and blowing away in the wind.
In a few more hours, she would be back on a flight headed home, and if everything went well, in the arms of her true love by that evening. Ironic—she’d come all this way to break a curse that was never really a curse at all, something he would have seen much sooner if he’d just listened to the woman inside his head.
Very soon, she’d return home to Julie and introduce herself. Her real self. Not just Brittney, but Bryce. She’d tell her everything and let her make the decision on if she could love her or not. But something in her heart told her that Julie could, and would.
“True love,” she murmured as the sun chased away the midnight-blue sky. “True love breaks any curse.”
And so it was that true love turned the curse of the wereslut into a blessing in disguise.
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… I reluctantly broke our kiss to search his eyes for the answers. He smiled, a curving of his lips that started on one side and eventually spread into a dazed, roguish grin. I felt a heat rise in my cheeks that rivaled that of the burning ache that had settled between my legs, a throbbing that only gained magnitude as Kane bowed slightly at the waist, scooped an arm beneath my knees, and literally swept me off my feet. My toes cu
rled inside my sneakers. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
Then Kane frowned. His smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing!” I stuttered quickly. “Please don’t put me down.”
His frown deepened to create a dark well of concern between his brows. “Why would I?”
I looked away, folding my arms defensively across my bra. “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean… we’re… you know… just friends.”
Kane smirked. “If that’s what you think, then maybe I’ve been a little too subtle.”
I laughed a little. “I guess I just thought that things like this just… they don’t really happen to girls like me.”
Kane hefted me up closer to his face. His expression softened. “Well, they should.”
He carried me up the stairs. I did my best to shift my weight in ways that would make the process more comfortable for him, fretting the entire time that all one-hundred-twenty pounds of me would prove too much to hold.
If he struggled, he didn’t show it. He was so strong, so sure, and he handled me as though I weighed nothing at all. He only responded to my soft kisses on his neck with little coos and squeezes along my rear as we ascended toward his bedroom.
I had been there before, but this time felt different, more intimate, as though he were sharing his place of sanctuary with me instead of just the spot where he indulged in computer games and playing his guitar. Sunlight streamed in through his partially-open blinds, coating his bed in gilt tones as he tossed me down upon it. I sat up on my elbows, greeting him as he crawled on top of me, our lips crashing together more feverishly this time.
I moaned and opened my legs. He was between them in an instant, pressing needfully against my divide. For the first time, I felt the product of his arousal.
Wow.
He was much larger than I had ever imagined. None of the boys whose groping and prodding I had tolerated over the years had even come close to exhibiting the same ferocity of desire that Kane did. He wasn’t just hard—he was unyielding.
I could feel the heat of him radiating through his jeans, a sweltering want that worked its way between us and against my clit, forcing a desperate throb so intense I was certain he could feel it through his zipper. Perhaps he did, because the next move he made was to try to undo mine.
I raised my hips up off of his bed and tangled my fingers up through his hair, grasping it in tight fistfuls as he pulled my jeans away. I tried not to think about my thighs and how much I hated the extra bit of flesh that ran up the inside of them. I wasn’t a big girl by any means, but I had always been thicker there, with a prominent ass and wide hips that Kane now threatened to expose in full.
I focused on the sweet taste of his mouth instead, funneled into my mouth by the soft caresses of his tongue against mine. Besides—it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me in shorts before.
I yelped as he grabbed the precise part of my legs I had been trying to hide, kneading them in his palms as he growled against my lips: “I love this.”
I love you, I wanted to say, my anxiety turning to a rush of joy and relief. I quickly abandoned the idea in favor of a husky moan as his lips swiftly took the place of his fingers.
Each kiss jolted through me like pleasant little lightning bolts. I kicked off my shoes, shuffled my pants down off my ankles, and pressed my feet flat against his bed as he gripped my hips and pulled me closer to his head. My body danced at every superheated touch of his mouth, his kisses searing into my skin like red-hot brands that defined me as his.
Some small part of me told me I should stop. It was the part of me that knew this would change everything between us, that what we had would never be the same. If this went bad, we might never be friends again.
What we were doing was taking a risk—a big one. Would it be worth it?
Looking into my Kane’s burnt jade eyes, I decided that yes. Yes, it would.
He breathed over the wet patch darkening my panties and I arched, releasing a kittenish whine that made him smirk. His eyes met mine above the crest of my mound.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” he said, the vibrations of his words teasing at my slit. Then he bit into the damp fabric and tugged, pulling my poppy-colored underwear away from my pussy and bringing crystalline strands of my lust with it.
Kane dragged them past my toes. His eyes lingered on my glistening cunt, smeared with the evidence of what his deliciously torturous ministrations had done to me; evidence so plentiful that it had spread to the crevice between my hips and my thighs. He bit his lip.
“Goddamn, you’re wet.”
I nodded, breathless. “Is that bad?”
His expression tightened, brows furrowing. “You’ve never…?”
I shook my head. What does it matter? I wanted to say. Just touch me again!
But Kane hesitated, his sexy smugness momentarily fading. “Are you sure that you want me to be the one?”
I thought it would be a difficult decision. I had always been told that it would be—that I might waver and worry myself with the answer, when the time came.
Yet I found that there was no doubt in my mind. I wanted Kane. I always had. I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to have him, now that the opportunity arose.
I nodded emphatically. “Yes,” I whispered. Then added: “Why wouldn’t I?”
Kane licked his lips. He pulled himself back up toward my body.
“Because…” He paused, then took my hand and placed it against his chest. I watched his green eyes slowly change. They were definitely hazel now. And then they were turned amber-gold, the color of raw honey oozing out of a hive.
“Kane?” I whispered.
“Because of this,” he said. His voice sounded so much lower now, rasping in his throat. Under my palm, a patch of dark fur began to grow and his muscles rippled and hummed.
I stared in shock and pulled away like I had been burned. I trembled. “Kane, what…”
“You won’t believe me,” he said, and I saw a glint of his sharp teeth. Too sharp. “But I’m different from other guys.”
“Different… how?” I whispered.
Kane wet his lips before answering. “Cara… I’m a werebear.”
I probably should have screamed. I should have asked a million questions or taken off running in the other direction. Hell, if I really wanted to play it safe, I should’ve just jumped out the window.
But I didn’t do any of those things, because when I looked into Kane’s eyes, no matter their color, they were exactly the same. It was still him.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” I said. “You’re my best friend in the whole world. Nothing could ever change that. Not even…” I hesitated. “Not even if you’re a… a…”
His shoulders slumped. “A monster?”
“No,” I said, quickly and firmly. I looked deep into his eyes. “A beautiful, powerful, magnificent animal. If that’s a part of you, then…” I swallowed hard. “Then I love that part, too.”
Kane smirked faintly. His eyes glowed.
“Good,” he murmured, linking his arms up underneath my legs. He dipped a hand down and spread my bare, drenched lips. “Because I’ve been dying for a taste.”
Then he dove his tongue into my cleft, stroking it along my aching clit and coaxing it out from its soft pink hood. …
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