It had been awhile since he had seen Mallory shifted, but Misha was pretty sure there was a significant difference in their sizes. He had always been big, even for a wolf, and he dwarfed Bella. The rub of her hands over his stomach felt good, really good, and Misha squirmed under the attention. His back arched and his back paws stretched out. It was relaxing, but the longer it went on the more it took on a different tone.
Misha's feelings toward Bella hadn't changed just because he was in wolf form, and a large part of him still wanted to press her down against the floor and taste every inch of her. That was the vision in front of his closed eyes, and between that and the scent of the two of them mixed together, Misha started to feel his body react in a more visceral way.