Chapter 38. Fear of the Unknown

GRAYSON

Belle’s cheeks were a sweet shade of pink as she stared down at my hard cock encased in my boxers. God, she was adorable—and far too innocent for her own good.

She was lucky I hadn’t pounced on her yet, especially with how she kept looking up at me with those big, eager blue eyes.

The only reason I wasn’t already deep between her legs, simultaneously taking her to new heights and tying her to me forever, was because I didn’t know what mating would mean for her.

I couldn’t stop imagining her going through the intense pain of her first shift.

Shifting for the first time for werewolves was terrifying and intense and so incredibly painful.

And yet, this would be so much easier if she were shifting into a wolf because I would know what to expect. I could help her through it.

But she wasn’t shifting into a wolf; she was shifting into a fairy. I had no idea what that entailed.

And that terrified me.

Mating with Belle meant unint