Protection

Laura POV...

It had been a stressful day so far. Knowing very little besides some lunatic running around harassing people from school, apparently dangerous with how the guys were acting. Then the most passionate sex she had ever seen from her boyfriend. Then back to this strange limbo of knowing very little and the boys playing cops. She had a wonderful sleep but still felt exhausted. Max had been pretty chill about it all however, keeping a light attitude and even putting on a show he knew I was binging. For a few hours I actually felt like friends just hanging out, while my man was just doing errands. Max looked at me hiding the intense worry he just had on his face and it all fell apart. The anxiety. The worry. It was back.

"Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah. He's just checking something for me at the gym, will probably be home soon." He could fake a smile but I saw a look I had never seen in that man's eyes before, true fear.

"What's wrong then?" I said plainly. I was sick of this secret shit. I played innocent to be nice but I knew I was much smarter and more competent than the boys. "I'm sick of playing dumb."

"I might need to go..." Max grunted and shifted. He looked in pain. "Uh...I don't know if I can explain." He looked at his phone, texting desperately. I saw sweat on his brow, he was beginning to breathe heavier. He was panicking. I stared him down, hoping he would break. Unfortunately he did. "That book that went missing in class...it can change people if the owner gets a sample from the person they want to change...my sweat towel is missing and..." I watched in shock as his shirt grew tighter. When he moved I gasped and realized his shirt wasn't tighter, he was much larger. His torso wider and much more muscular. He looked like an action hero in a movie...no even better! I blushed staring and admiring his shifting form, trying to not seem like a stupid preteen seeing her first crush but...fuck man Max was hot!

I was in a relationship though and I sighed and closed my eyes to give my pounding heart a moment. Any moment my man would come through that door and know what to do. How to help. I heard him grunt again and instinctively opened my eyes. "OH FUCK!" I groaned. If Max seconds ago was hot then...honestly I had no words for it. I admit I wished I was single seeing this for the first time. Damn! Taller, thicker, stronger and fucking handsome as hell. He oozed confidence and masculinity and his tiny shorts did nothing to hide the monster struggling to be contained between his powerful thighs. I was swooning and felt a fever coming across me. I sniffed the air and blushed, I could easily smell my arousal. "Holy...Max! I mean...wow! You're...mhmm...I mean...are you okay? Like besides being my new hall pass and all." I giggled and blushed, fuck what was coming over me? I was collected, cool, and confident! But around Max I felt...giddy, little and so fucking feminine. I was incredibly turned on and struggled to think. Max was so compelling I knew my boyfriend was coming home soon but I could barely remember what he looked like, let alone that his name was...whatever his name was. Shit...was I that shallow? Could I not even remember...him? He was important...right? So why couldn't I think about him around this perfect man?

"Perfect stud." He grunted making me shudder with his husky voice. It was so deep, it resonated and created this cool powerful tone.

"What?"

Max stretched, his shirt tearing and making me squeal as I slowly saw more of his amazing body with each tear. Fuck...I wanted him so bad. He turned to me and eyed me hungrily. If any other man looked at me like that I would feel nervous, even threatened, but I stuck out my chest and gave him a coy smile, **** for his approval. "That's the spell. It's making me a perfect stud." He shook his head and looked at his phone before tossing it beside him in anger, "What's taking him so fucking long? I can't control it much longer! I need to...I need..." He looked at me and I could see him salivating, "I need to tame some sexy bitches!"

I don't know how or where it came from but a moment of clarity hit me. This wasn't Max! He didn't want this! I needed to escape, to get away from him so he could control himself. No matter how much I wanted to be tamed like he said. If he gave me one more dirty ogle I think I'd be tamed right there! Before more dirty thoughts clouded my brain I stumbled and ran out of the living room, dashing for the stairs. He called me and stood and my heart froze at the sound of a harsh rip. I knew it was those tiny shorts. I knew they were nothing but glorified rags now. If I turned around I'd see that glorious shaft in all of its glory. But if I did, I'd never go back!

Struggling up the stairs with my wobbly and weak legs, curse my thirsty vagina! I turned and stumbled towards...that guy's room. I heard powerful footsteps behind me and I smiled. I no longer was escaping, I was enjoying a little game. "Oh, Max! You wouldn't take me and fuck me stupid would you? I'm your best friend's girl! I'm off limits!" Okay fine, maybe I was never cut out to be an actress but it looked like we were both too horny to care. The footsteps became faster and I entered the room of the man I could barely remember existed before tossing off my top and shimmying as fast as I could to take off my shorts and panties. He picked me up with one arm and I was putty in his hands, I giggled...wet putty. Tossing me onto the bed I looked up at him reading his phone before smirking and typing a quick reply. Tossing the phone across the room he tore off the ripped shirt and let me admire his perfect body. He was right, he was a perfect stud. And for as long as I could take it, he was my stud!