Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
It is in the deep forest bedroom with rich wood accents that I am finally provided with attire. A silken nightgown with lace around the shoulders and bodice, to be precise, plus a towel and the direction of a shower. I take all of it, along with the unspoken hint.
I smell like a dog that spent a night in the wild. I might have changed form, but remnants of filth and entrails are still in my hair. The shower is similarly old fashioned like the rest of the house, but it is also luxuriously futuristic with three heads all pelting steaming hot water onto almost every part of my body all at once.
I can’t stop grinning as I wash myself. I’d have been grossed out before to find myself absolutely covered in guts and stuff, but embracing my animal side has made me much less precious about that kind of thing. I suddenly understand Obigor’s urge to roll in disgusting leavings. The scent I gathered during my run is very earthy and organic. Or it was. Now I smell like mandarin, bergamot, jasmine, and myrrh. Each of those scents seems very clear to me. I hope it will be pleasing to Order.
I want to talk about everything that has happened. I want to talk about how my boss is a fucking werewolf, and how he saved me by biting me. He couldn’t yank me away from the mutants. But he could change me so I’d never be accepted by them again, and there’s poetry in that. I want to talk about how Order seems to have chosen me rather than his own family. I want to understand what ultimatums were given, and whether or not he intends to return to them. I want to know what our future is going to be, if we are going to attempt to hide in plain sight, or if there are bigger plans. But most of all, I want to get laid.
I get out of the shower, dry myself, and don the clothing that I’m not entirely sure I want to wear. It’s not just retro, it’s very soft and feminine, and oh yes, I do look pretty, I discover when I look in the mirror. It’s almost strange to see my face. I wonder if something happened to it in the transformation. Is that why I look different? Oh no. It’s my expression. I’m smiling. I’m happy.
“So,” I say when I emerge from the bathroom looking like the heroine of a ye olde romance novel. “What now? Are the mutants going to come for me? You got a problem if I want to go back to work? Because I want to go back to work. I at least want to talk to the chief.”
Order has removed his person disguise and is lying shirtless on the bed, two of his hands behind his head, his other four arms lying relaxed at his side, and all his eyes closed. Obigor is also asleep on the bed, the tip of his tongue sticking out. My two boys getting along. How perfect.
Order doesn’t open his eyes when I come in, just curls the pointer finger of his lowest right hand at me to beckon me close.
I go to him and lie down next to him, swiftly finding myself wrapped up in all his arms.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against my freshly washed hair. “I was worried you wouldn’t return to your usual self.”
“Really? You want me human? I’m so much more obedient as a wolf. And I never talk back.”
He chuckles to himself. “I don’t mind your sass. I punish it, of course, but I don’t mind it.”
“Wow, what high praise. You don’t mind one of my main character traits,” I say with cheeky sarcasm.
He taps my ass lightly. Well. Maybe not so lightly. I feel the tap, followed by a quick flourish of pain. I squirm, and he repeats the treatment again, and again, and then again. He’s spanking me just like he promised to do, and I’m pretending to be surprised just like I intended to.
“Hey! What’s this for!”
“It’s for getting yourself bitten because you disobeyed me,” he says.
I guess that’s technically fair, though that’s not what I want to be punished for. That’s way too serious a transgression. I was hoping for playful and sexy, not stern and serious and painful.
“Please! Order! I get it! I fucked up!”
“No,” he replies, three of his hands pinning me against his muscular frame while one strokes my hair and the other two take turns slapping my ever reddening rear. “You did not fuck up. You followed your instincts. You did what you thought best. You followed your destiny. And in all those things, you forgot what matters most…”
He pauses his words because I can’t hear him anyway over the sound of the absolute thrashing he is laying across my ass, every slap making matters fractionally hotter and sorer and worse for me.