Rhiannon could feel the small internal explosion with which her lycan was taking control of her instincts. Her curves accentuated, her wetness overflowed, and her skin became like porcelain.

Her body released that delicious scent full of pheromones that awakened Aidan's instincts in a second and then it was as if she was dragging him, as if she was waking up a small sleeping beast inside him. She felt his muscles harden and distend, growing along with the rest of his body. Each of the fangs that now reached his lips gave him a sense of superior strength and virility, and she knew that he had changed too.

“What are you doing?” he asked as heat surged through his body as if instead of helping Rhia, he was experiencing his own heat.

“I'm sorry... I'm not even able to control myself... I don't know what's going on.”

Aidan knelt on the bed and pulled her hand to lift her up until Rhiannon was kneeling in front of him. He slipped his arms behind her waist and felt that whiplash of desire r