The night drew in, and I felt my body heat up; oh no. Conner stopped to look at me instantly, "What are you doing?" "I'm not doing anything; it's my, it's my." I couldn't speak. I dropped to my knees and fisted the dirt. " I'm hot," I managed to say, but he knew what was happening; he didn't understand. "You are not shifting," he said, puzzled; his eyes grew dark, and I could tell he wouldn't fight any of his urges. He picked me up, parting my legs so I could straddle him. "Magic or no magic, I can fix this," he said in that deep husky Australian accent he had. I leaned in to kiss and bite his lips; I bit so hard I drew blood; he didn't shy away. He was hungry for me, too. I began to unbutton his jeans when suddenly I was thrown from his arms.
I landed hard on my side. "What the f**k!" I
