I’m sure my eyes are as wide as saucers, and I feel my jaw going slack. “That’s not a wolf that’s a bear!” I blurt out, saying the first thought which came to my mind.
The wolf, who is much, much too large – far larger than any natural wolf and probably almost as tall as I am – gives me an affronted look, as if I’ve insulted him gravely.
“I’m sorry, not a bear!” I quickly amend, still trying to reconcile the fact that the beast in front of me is actually the man who spends every night wrapped around me like a very muscular heated blanket. “But how are you bigger as a wolf than you are as a man!”
He huffs and rolls his eyes, sitting on the rug and waiting patiently for me to recover from my shock.
“I mean honestly, I could ride you.” I point out, my head filled with images of me moun
