"Would it make you feel better to know that I don't know what I'm doing either?  I mean...I know theoretically what I'm supposed to do and I know what will happen to you.  Maybe.  But beyond that, we're in the same boat.  I guess we'll just have to figure this out together?" She kissed him once more, both to reassure him that everything would be fine and to reassure herself that this was the right choice to make.<br/><br/>Her arms slid around his waist as she nudged him forward, forcing him to back up until his knees met the bed.  Amaris was going to do her best to make this pleasurable for him, at least until it came time to proceed with the actual change.  Small hands rested flat on his stomach and pushed him down onto his back.  Amaris crawled on top of her lover and began to kiss him softly, pressing her lips lightly against his, along his cheek, down his jaw to his neck.  Her nostrils flared slightly as she breathed in his scent again; it was so hard to resist the temptation to bite him right there and then.  But no, not yet.  She took a shaky deep breath to calm herself down.  Yet his carotid still pulsed under her lips, teasing her as her more primal instincts began to emerge.  The next exhale was shuddery, her eyes closing as she tried to refocus herself.<br/><br/>There was only one thing left that would distract her.  After all, Amaris wanted this to be memorable, if not pleasurable.  Her knees hiked up against his hips as she reached back to take hold of him so she could ease herself down.  The brunette smiled down at the man beneath her as she began to work her hips up and down and around, varying the speed and depth until the room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure.  She took her time, dragging things out, prolonging them, keeping them both right on the edge until it was impossible to hold back anymore.  Right as their climaxes began to crash down over them, she collapsed down atop him, nuzzling into his neck.  The little aftershocks ran down her spine, making her laugh and snuggle into him.<br/><br/>Once they were laying there in that blissful state for a few minutes, her face buried in the side of his neck, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Blake."  With a soft growl, she finally gave into the urge to taste him, to bite him, to mark him, to make him hers.  She was gentle at first, her tongue passing over his skin lazily as she tasted him.  Then soft little nips with her teeth.  The urge was too strong to hold back any longer so she bit him.  Her teeth sank into his skin, opening a tear in his skin that she began to lick slowly, taking her time to soothe the pain and ensure her saliva thoroughly coated the wound.  It was the key to the transformation.<br/><br/>"Have I ever told you just how good you smell and taste to me?  It's amazing.  I could lay here for hours and just breathe you in. You'll see in a few days when your senses improve."  There was no doubt in her mind that he was infected and would soon experience the aftermath of her teeth.  If he could survive the fever that would soon be ravaging his body, he would know exactly what it was like to live life as one of his treasured wolves.