This is from book 2 of the Alexander Matthews Chronicles:
Alexander woke up to doggie breath, panicked whining, and the sounds of furiously thrashing limbs. A cold, wet nose pressed into his cheek, and a tongue stroked his face. He opened one eye and found himself staring into the stressed-out eyes of a Dire wolf.
She was classically colored: greys, white, and some black mixed in. Tufted ears were plastered to her skull in dismay, and she was panting heavily, her torso rapidly expanding and contracting as she breathed. Eyeballing her lean and muscular shape, Alexander estimated that she stretched for six and a half feet or so if measured from snout to the tip of her tail and weighed in at two-hundred pounds…give or take. All in all, Tina made an impressive Dire wolf.
“Gah! Do me a favor and face the other direction. Your dragon breath is horrible.” The wolf’s lips pulled back into a snarl, and she growled at him.
“Fine, Fine. Give me a second.” He sat up and looked down at Tina. She was flopping around, tangled up in the clothes she had worn to bed. Laughter burbled up out of his chest despite him trying to suppress it. The sight of a wolf wearing sexy panties, panties that were currently tangled around her lower body, and a t-shirt that was twisted around the top half was more than he could take.
Alexander grinned at Tina and reached for his phone on the table beside the bed. “This has to be memorialized forever,” he said as he took several pictures.
The wolf snarled and snapped at him, but he easily avoided this because she was so tangled up. “I’m thinking we should post this on the Pack web-site for posterity.”
Tina tried a different tactic and whined piteously, looking at him with mismatched puppy-dog eyes. Interesting, it seems like the eyes are part of the Dire wolf phenotype, Alexander mused thoughtfully.
Still laughing, Alexander said, “OK, relax. Let me get this stuff off of you.” He swiftly removed her underwear, but the shirt took slightly longer. “You know, this would be a lot easier if you would stop thrashing around.”
She finally relaxed, and he was able to completely free her from the restrictive clothing. He patted her on the head and scratched behind her ear. “Who’s a good girl. Yes, you are.” He cooed at her. Tina’s eyes closed in pleasure then snapped open and she glared at him, a low rumbling coming from her chest.
“Oh, stop it. You know you liked it, don’t even try to pretend you didn’t.” She sneezed at him and shook her head.
“Bullshit. You can’t fool me.” His hand reached down to where her tail joined her body, and he scratched forcefully at the junction. The appendage rose involuntarily, and her body stiffened in delight. “You are like putty in my hands, my dear.” She whined again but didn’t pull away.
He grabbed his phone a second time and quickly accessed Amazon, searching for something. Tina was curious and tried to skootch her body closer, so she could see what he was looking at. Alexander put his hand on her head and pushed back. “Stay.”
He chuckled at the glare she gave him. “Ahhh, here we go. What do you think?” The phone was turned so she could see the bright pink, crystal-studded dog-collar plainly visible on the webpage. It was the most horrid thing she had ever seen. She growled at him again.
“It is too funny. Stop complaining. You were the one who was so excited about learning to shift, not me.” Tina covered her face with one paw and whined again. She peeked over her foot at him to see if it had the desired effect, but he seemed impervious to her wiles. She gave up, then doggie grinned at him and lunged forward, burying her nose in his crotch.
“Stop that, goddamn it!” he yelled. “Your nose is cold as hell.”
She chuffed a breath of air into his underwear and pulled back, then placed a massive paw onto his chest. Tina looked expectantly at him, tilting her head to one side.
“No, I don’t know when you’ll change back. My guess is the hurting you put on the Pack pantry tonight provided enough fuel for you to involuntarily shift while you were sleeping.” She whined again and pawed at him insistently.
He looked down his nose and sniffed. “Consider it punishment for the sin of gluttony.”
She barked at him and glared.
“I’m not the one who ate an entire pan of tiramisu. You are. Didn’t even share it either,” he grumped.
Her doggie grin and wagging tail proved just how unrepentant she was.
He sighed and said, “My suggestion is that you just go back to sleep. Maybe you will revert to human form before morning. And do try not to shed too much.”
She whined and flopped over, facing away from him, huffing her displeasure.
Alexander lay down beside her wolf form, breathing into her fur as his arm wrapped over her torso, and he began scratching her chest. “And don’t get any funny ideas,” he said. “I’m not into bestiality.”
She wriggled her bottom suggestively, pressing against him. “No. Just no. Never going to happen.”
