Jaheim
Harmony’s howl mesmerises me.
She's the most incredible sight I've ever laid eyes on.
Her fur pattern is similar to mine and exactly the same colour; black and grey, and so damn soft. Her scent has changed, too. It’s still as intoxicating as it was before, but now it’s ten times stronger and has the undertones of her ware mixed in. I breathe deeply, pulling as much of it as possible into my lungs.
Fuck…
Her howl begins to fade, and I catch her as she falls. “You are beautiful, Princess. So incredibly beautiful.” I hold her changing body tightly against mine. “I love you so much.”
She whimpers; her eyes are closed, her heartbeat’s slowly steadying, and I soon feel her consciousness slip away.
I close my eyes, feeling a range of emotions swirling around inside me. She’s just changed into what I am, but I feel even more protective over her now than I ever did before.
Everything I’ve felt for her for the past year is suddenly so much more.
Quis hands me a blanket, so I cover her but pull her straight back into my arms.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“She did amazing. So did you.”
It might have looked that way but inside I was a damn mess.
“Right,” Von says. “I only caught the end of Ari’s change and that was hard enough.”
Asha kneels beside me and strokes Harmony’s hair. “It ain't nice to see, but it would've meant the world to her that you were here.”
“I know.” I know how much she wanted me with her, and as much as I didn't wanna see her in that pain, I could never have denied her that. I'd fucking die for this woman. I’d do anything for her, no matter how much it hurt me.
I pick her up and turn to face the others. “I'm gonna settle her.” I look at Abriya and she nods. “I guess I'll see you all in a few days?”
“Don't worry about a thing,” Asha says, patting my arm as I pass her. “We’ll have everything ready for when you wake up.”
“Thank you.”
I take Harmony up to bed and dress her in a vest and shorts before covering her with a blanket. Her skin is torn all over and looks so raw and painful, I have to look away from her before the sight makes me cry.
“They don't hurt her,” Abriya says from the doorway, slowly coming inside. “Don't think about them. Think about how different things will be when you wake up. Harmony wouldn't want you worrying.”
“Yeah…”
“Are you ready?”
I nod.
“I bet you're sick of hearing that now,” Ella says as she appears.
That makes me smile. “Not quite.”
She stands beside her mom. “Well, this is the last time for a while.”
I lie in the bed next to Harmony. Knowing my wife like I do, I doubt that. “We’ll see.” Abriya comes to sit beside me, and I take one last look at my princess. “I'll see you soon.” I look back at Abriya.
She's smiling but quickly stops. “Sorry.”
I chuckle. “It's cool. I know I'm weak when it comes to her.”
She rests a comforting hand on my arm. “All male wares are over their mates. It would be worrying if you weren’t.”
“Yeah, I have noticed that.” I look at Ella standing behind her. “Could I maybe come to a few minutes before Harmony? I’d like some time with her before she wakes up.”
“Of course.” ‘I’ll make sure you’re both nice and clean when you wake, too.’ She smirks.
I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
“Time to sleep now.” Abriya semi changes before running her lengthened fingernail down her wrist. “Open.”
I open my mouth and she wedges her wrist between my lips. The coppery stream of blood barely flows before it stops.
“See you in two days,” she says, as my eyes drop.
‘Think happy thoughts...’ I hear Ella.
I take one last conscious breath.
Harmony…
***
Two days later…
I wake up to silence and the taste of toothpaste in my mouth. All the doors and windows to the room are closed, but I can smell more people in the house than there were before I fell asleep. The scents are familiar, and I individually pick them out.
But I quickly turn to Harmony—illuminated by the lamp beside her—because her scent is the strongest of all.
Fuck.
I take a deep breath and my body comes alive. The way she smells… I can't describe it. I feel like her scent’s matured as she’s slept, and it pulls me to her in ways it never has before. Her ware calls to mine, calls to me, demanding that I touch her.
And her features, her face… She’s like a real-life sleeping beauty. Her skin is practically glowing; so clear it’s as if she’s wearing a full face of makeup. She's even more stunning than she was before. Her facial features are more defined, too, her hair is more shiny—even longer.
She’s not only changed, she’s become a woman.
I’ve been through all this before, but I'm still surprised to see someone else make the transition. There aren't any signs of her scars, not that I can see, but she has been out for two days, which has most definitely given her enough time to heal.
But as beautiful as she is to me, I keep coming back to her scent, and how much it's turning me the fuck on.
I rise on an elbow to rest a kiss on her forehead, feeling a newfound strength in my body. She inhales and I pull back to see her eyelids flutter open, her amber eyes going straight for mine. And then she smiles, and the memory of the first time I met her flashes before my eyes. She's torn the air from my lungs again, with just a simple look.
“Damn, you smell good, Boo.”
I blink and she's on top of me, her lips crushed against mine before the scent of the mint on her tongue fills the air between us and she coaxes my lips to part.
I wrap my hand in her hair and deepen the kiss immediately. It's desperate and more passionate than it’s ever been. Something’s changed between us again, and the way she moans tells me she’s feeling the same.
She grinds against my dick, making me groan, and then she bites my lip, almost drawing blood.
“You wanna test our new limits already, Princess?”
She nods, the look in her amber eyes flaming the burn between us.
Jesus, she is gonna be dangerous.
I roll us over and grind my dick harder against her pussy. “Fuck,” she gasps. “I need that...”
I repeat, knowing how much she’ll want me right now. That urge to fuck after you wake up is all consuming, and I silently thank God that I found her before she changed so that it’s me that gets to tame that need.
I kneel between her open thighs, and before I can rip her clothes from her body, she's torn hers and mine and pulled me back against her. “I need you.” I growl and kiss her neck, but she stops me when I try to move lower.
“Fuck all that, Baby. Dick in my pussy. Now.”
I resist the urge to be rough with her until I quickly remember that I don’t need to be careful with her anymore. She’s like me now, and all control I’ve had for the last nine years becomes a distant memory.
I reach between us to her open thighs and my eyes almost escape from my face. “Fuck, Princess. So much juice.” I growl, I can't help it. She's driving me wild already.
She arches her back as I stroke her heat, pressing herself against my touch. “Just don't change. We don't want no baby Kings yet.”
I groan and grab my dick. I’ve never wanted kids, but hearing those words come out of her mouth makes me wanna put one inside her right fucking now. “Don't say that again,” I warn.
“Baby Kin—”
I slam myself inside her and she cries out, but her hands go to my ass to pull me deeper and I release a pained groan. I didn't think her pussy could get any better, but I was wrong.
So damn wrong.
“Do that again,” I bite out.
She pulls me in deeper, tightening her walls on me, and I moan loud as hell.
“Even your pussy’s stronger. Fuck… Princess....”
I pull back to thrust inside her again and she tightens, but this time I don't stop. I grab her hair to force myself deep inside her with each stroke, all through her tightness to reach her end.
She gasps and closes her eyes. “Fuck, yes, Boo. Give it to me… Give it all to me.”
I rest her thighs over my arms and watch her come apart while I watch my dick disappear inside her. For the first time, all the way. Her essence is smeared all over my dick; she is so wet, wetter than ever. “Your cream is all on my dick, Princess. All the fuck over me.”
She whimpers and weaves her fingers through my hair to pull my body to hers. “I want you over me.” She kisses my lips. “Make me hurt, Baby.”
I kiss her deeper, clinging onto my human body like my life depends on it. I’m on the cliff, so close to the edge of shifting it’s frightening. But I can’t stop to take a minute to calm down. Her pussy’s too good, too possessive for me to pull away from, so I just fuck her harder, faster, and deeper, until her body trembles against mine.
“Yes, Baby, fuck me so hard, oh, God, yeah... I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”
I slip a hand beneath her ass, pulling her against me as I search her depths. She whimpers and I hear her pain, but she doesn't tell me to stop, so I keep going, keep pushing her towards release.
She releases my hair to scrape her nails up my back instead, and then I'm beneath her and she's riding the hell out of me.
I watch in awe at the way she winds her hips, the way she gasps each time I feel the head of my dick against her womb, and the way her amber eyes darken and then lighten as if she can’t decide on one emotion long enough for them to stay one consistent colour.
I hold her hips to push myself deeper, to match the pace of each roll of her waist. “Tell me how you feel. Tell me how my dick is making you feel, Beautiful.”
She digs her nails into my chest. “Speechless,” she breathes. “Fucking speechless.”
I sit up and slam her body against mine so I can bite her neck, and then her pussy tightens so much that she almost pulls my release right out of me.
She screams when she cums, calling my name like I’m gonna help her, but the only thing I intend to help her with is making her climax last so long she has to beg me to stop.
I hold her against me by her ass, pulling her down onto me so she can feel all this dick she’s been begging me to give her for the past ten months. Her body quakes, over and over, but I don't stop. I can't. I'm know she needs this, and so the fuck do I.
“Please.” The word falls breathlessly from her lips, so I erupt inside her, cumming harder than I ever have in my life.
Her body rests against mine as we come down from our high, and when I lie back on the bed, I bring her with me, keeping my dick—that’s still hard—buried inside her.
She holds me tight and I run my fingers through her hair. Her pulse returns to normal quickly, but we still stay silently in place for a while.
“Tell me you love me, Boo.”
She often asks this of me after we make love. “I love you, Harmony King. I love you so fucking much that I’d be lost without you.”
“I love you, Mister King.” She never says, too. “I love you with all my heart.”
I close my eyes and soon feel her get off me and start to kiss down my body. I try to get up, knowing we should make an appearance at her party, but she holds me down and continues her trail. “It’s my party, they can all wait,” she says, like she’s read my mind.
I stay silent and think about how damn strong she is. She might’ve been right; she might even be stronger than I am now. But I don't even care. I'd have her any way I could. As long as she's mine, that’s all that matters.
I groan when she takes my dick down her throat, and I pull her hair so she takes me deeper. If she wants to play a little longer, I’m more than good with it.
She's given me everything dreams are made of, and I'll spend forever making sure I give her anything she wants.
Anything in this world.