Beast In My Bed

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Beast In My Bed ISBN # 1-4199-0583-X ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Beast In My Bed Copyright© 2006 Marianne LaCroix. Edited by Kelli Kwiatkowski. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication: April 2006

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BEAST IN MY BED

Marianne LaCroix

For my friend Adrienne Kama

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Obsession: Calvin Klein Trademark Trust Starbucks: Starbucks U.S. Brands Victoria’s Secret: V Secret Catalogue, Inc.

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Chapter One The freaks come out at night, and on Halloween, they come out in full force. I never really believed in the supernatural, but that was about to change—big time. A few friends and I decided to go out to a club in costume. The idea was to party like we were kids again—in an adult manner of course, including drinks and sex. And the purpose to this little outing was to find a beast to take home for a howling good Halloween. I think I won hands down, especially on the howling part. We arrived shortly after ten o’clock at The Penthouse, a fabulous New York City nightclub we go to on occasion. Cover charge is pricey, but you get a wild night for your money. It’s fairly exclusive to get into, but once you do, you’re sure to rub shoulders with some of the rich and famous in New York society. I really didn’t think I’d end up meeting anyone. Every time I’ve ever ventured into The Penthouse, I would go home to an empty bed. But when I saw him sitting at the bar, watching us at our table, I was intrigued. Enough to want to know who he was. “He’s looking at you, Sophia,” Cameron said as she tucked some of her straw blonde hair behind one ear. She was the model type with the perfect everything— flawless skin, pouty lips, silky smooth hair and legs that were toned and shapely. Dressed as a naughty angel, complete with a tilted halo upon her head, Cameron was someone I envied—especially for her natural good looks. I was Cameron’s complete opposite in the looks department. Her fair skin was creamy, mine was mahogany. Her eyes were green like Irish jewels, mine were dark chocolate brown. Her hair was naturally perfect and I had to work with mine every day, making sure the kink was controlled. Hell, I had to go to the salon weekly to get my weave combed out and redone. Cameron had the perfect bod while I was a bit more 5

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voluptuous—I had more “cushion for the pushin’”. Of course, men never seemed to mind that too much. But was this guy truly looking at me over Cameron’s model-esque perfection? “I don’t really think he is. I think he’s hot for you,” I replied, catching a glimpse of his face in the faint light. This stranger was nothing less than sinfully delicious. He appeared toned, with strong wide shoulders, and his black hair was neatly combed. His steely blue eyes almost glowed, hypnotizing and striking even in the nightclub’s semi-darkness. He gave the appearance of wealth, judging from his stylish and sophisticated clothes—a black cashmere sweater, leather loafers and charcoal grey slacks. “No, Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy over there is definitely checking out Sophia.” The third member of our party, Jaynie, turned in her seat to stare openly at the handsome stranger. She was never afraid to say what she felt, especially to one of us. She was dressed like a bar wench with her waist cinched up in a corset, a powerfully sexy and feisty redhead. Men were checking her out and she knew it. She shocked me by saying, “I’d go for him myself, but he seems totally into you, Sophia.” No way. “Yeah, you ought to go over and say hi. He’s almost fucking you with his eyes,” Cameron said as she took a sip of her cranberry juice and vodka. I wasn’t so sure, but glancing over at him again, I felt my body react to his intense gaze. My cunt flowed in anxious anticipation and attraction. My nipples pebbled beneath my silk dress. Even the light fabric was too heavy against them. I wanted to march over to him and rip off my clothes and beg him to feast on my breasts. He smiled and my heart leapt. Then he took a sip of his beer and got up. His approach was that of a predator. The look in his eyes told me without a doubt—I was his prey. “Oh my God, here he comes. And holy crap, he is fucking gorgeous.” Cameron was in awe. 6

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I straightened in my chair, unsure about matching off with such a powerful-looking man. “Relax, he’s just a guy,” whispered Jaynie. “Good evening, ladies,” he said in a deep voice—a very primal-sounding tone. “Hi.” I know. I’m lame. But having him so close and with the light falling over his figure, I could clearly see he was way out of my league. He was tall and commanding— imposing. I hardly knew how to react. His eyes met mine and I felt a jolt of knowledge course through me. This man was going to fuck me tonight. He reached out his hand and asked with a smile, “Care to dance?” You could interpret this simple question in a number of ways. Immediately in my mind, images of mattress dancing—sweaty skin, heavy breathing and the musky scent of sex—made my heartbeat flutter. As if my breasts weren’t heavy with need already, I couldn’t stop thinking of him sucking on my nipples with wild fervor. “Yes,” I croaked and slipped my hand into his. The contact vibrated through my entire body. I was swept away by this man I knew nothing about, other than he looked good in a black sweater and had eyes that pierced my soul. I could hear the giggles behind me as I followed him onto the dance floor. Then the music slowed. He took me into his arms and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms about his neck, playing with the incredibly soft hair at the nape. I was completely lost. “What’s your name, Little Red?” he asked in my ear. His warm breath sent trickles of pleasure down my spine. Somehow, my own costume of Little Red Riding Hood seemed extremely appropriate. I was the innocent being hunted by the Big Bad Wolf. “Sophia.” “I’m Greg.” 7

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I trembled. I was so turned on by him. He wore a hint of Obsession, which to me was one of the sexiest scents a man could wear. It was like an aphrodisiac, making my pussy weep. My panties were soaking. “I’ve never seen you here before,” I said, trying to calm myself. “I’m only visiting New York on business. I came here because an associate suggested it as a good place to take in the city nightlife.” “Oh.” My breasts ached and the tips of my nipples brushed against his chest. I had a hard time not moaning my response. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” He leaned closer and nibbled my earlobe and I gasped. “What are you doing?” “I think it’s obvious,” he breathed against my skin. “I’m seducing you. Is it working?” “Hell yeah!” He chuckled and I tightened my arms about his neck. I turned my head and his lips were upon mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth and it felt like he was engulfing me into his very being. Our mouths mingled and our lips entwined in a sensual dance. My hands were hungry to touch him and I let my instincts guide them. Hard muscles flexed beneath my touch, and he moaned into our kiss as my nails raked lightly down his back. He was definitely going to be my Big Bad Wolf tonight. “Want to leave?” he groaned. “I really don’t know you.” I really wanted nothing more than to have him plunging into my cunt all night long, but I thought I should mention the obvious. In this day and age, sex with strangers could be dangerous—health-wise and for personal safety reasons. I did have to be careful.

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Okay, maybe I wasn’t being too careful. My pussy was making all the decisions here. However, I had to at least seem like I was not an easy lay. “I don’t go to bed with every man who asks.” “I know you want me.” His voice was like music, seducing me with a private melody. Damn it, how could I deny it? My libido was already charged and ready for more. His spicy cologne combined with the scent of male virility, and it sparked my body’s reaction. Crap, my panties were soaked just from that intoxicating scent. I found myself saying, “I can’t just leave with you.” Meanwhile, my pussy was whispering, I want him inside me, fucking me! At this point, it was a losing battle. His hands stroked down my sides to my ass and he pressed his groin against my aching crotch. “Tell me that you don’t want me. Say that you don’t want me to fuck you tonight.” He guided my hips while grinding his steel-solid penis against me. God, it was searing hot even through our clothes. I surrendered with a moan. I kissed him deep and hard, demanding his passion with each flick of my tongue. The man was a beast. “The Big Bad Wolf is going to taste Little Red tonight,” he said against my ear as he began to lead me across the dance floor. In a few minutes we were outside and he called for his limo. I had stopped by my table on the way out to tell the girls I was going home with the wolfman, and he’d given me the hotel address to pass on—freely, which made me feel a bit better, less nervous. Inside the limo, which smelled lightly of his cologne, he held me to his side. It wasn’t dominating, more like cherishing. I liked it.

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The night was turning out to be everything I could hope for. But it wasn’t exactly perfect. If he were fucking me right now, then it would be perfect. Yeah, I’m not afraid to admit it to myself. It’s the saying-it-out-loud part that’s the problem. Maybe if I laid my hand on his cock… Boo-ya! Can we say el grande? I couldn’t help cheering (even if just in my head) for the cannon-sized penis beneath my hand. Holy crap, did they make jock-straps big enough to hold that monster? Damn. Taking the hint—or the blatant gesture—he began to touch me. I was on edge already, waiting for his hands to glide across my skin. He placed a hand upon my thigh and felt his way upward. I was glad I wore thigh-high nylons for easy access to my pussy—which at this point was red hot and scorching for relief. As his hand brushed the wet crotch of my panties, I yelped and bucked in his arms. “I can’t wait any longer,” he moaned as he lowered himself to the floor of the limo. With his head between my knees, I cursed the fact I’d worn panties. But he remedied that problem with one swipe of his hand. They tore off me in a worthless scrap of lace. Impressive. He began to nibble the inside of my thigh. Slowly, he traced the top of one of my thigh-highs with his fingers. I gasped as he pulled at the lacey edge, lowering it so his lips could kiss my uncovered flesh. His tongue gently licked at my skin and I dipped my fingers into his thick black hair, urging him to quicken his pace, to get to my weeping center. I wanted his mouth on my clit something fierce. I understand the allure of drawing out the moment and all, but fuck, I didn’t want to wait. Hell, I have a hard time holding off my orgasm when I use my bullet, never mind a gorgeous guy’s face between my legs. Then, as if reading my mind (or perhaps it was the less-than-gentle tugging on his hair), he paused over my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my mound, and when he spread my labia wide with his fingers I sank into the seat, letting myself surrender to the moment. As my clit rose from beneath its hood, I sighed. 10

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He moaned in response and lowered his mouth over the small nubbin. He didn’t seduce me into surrender, slow and languid. No, he went for the gold. The suction upon my clit was fierce, a pleasurable pain. A quick swipe of his tongue over my flesh and I cried out. My hips had a life of their own, bucking like a wild, untamed bronco. He devoured me. Breaking his mouth’s hold on my clit, he nibbled and teased, then moved on to my entrance. There’s nothing like a skilled tongue. And this guy was a pro. He drank the juices that seeped from my body, lapping at my sweet-smelling sex honey. Sex honey? I know, kinda corny. But what else do you call the juice that runs out of you like a mini flood? I mean, men go wild over the taste, and some women too. Cum seems dirty, bringing to mind a sticky substance that gets all over the bed, leaving someone to sleep in a wet spot. Love juice just seems…silly. So what do I call something that Greg’s lapping up as if it were his last meal? Sex honey. Yeah, baby, suck it up. And he did. He kept me on the edge of ecstasy, denying the completion I wanted so desperately. Damn it. Fucking man could read my reactions—every pant, every moan. I wanted so much to just…combust! I was ready for my body to self-ignite. But Greg wasn’t going to let it happen. He learned my language, the sexual movements that clued an impending climax, reading me like a torrid romance that leaves you panting. And he knew when to stop to leave me just this side of unfulfilled. Damn him. Five minutes later we were at his hotel. Quite frankly, I would have been happy to stay in the limo with Greg’s face at my crotch, but he wanted to go up to his room. If it meant I was going to get more, I was willing to leave my spot on the seat. It had gotten a bit damp anyway. His denial of my climax left my frustration level at an all-time high. He was toying with me, and it just made me want him more. 11

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His hotel was just off the Avenue of the Americas, where only the best hotels are found. And The Michelangelo Hotel was one of them. Impressive. I have to tell you, it’s thrilling to walk through the lobby of a ritzy hotel without panties on. I felt like every person who happened to glance my way knew I was one wisp of a skirt away from being naked. That was all I needed, a little breeze to allow everyone a glimpse at my thatch. Images of Marilyn Monroe standing over the street vent flashed through my mind. Of course, my Little Red Riding Hood costume was much shorter. Heck, if I bent over to get a sip from the drinking fountain I could cause some real havoc. But Greg didn’t waste time getting to the elevator. When the doors closed and we were alone, I was relieved I had made it inside without flashing everyone in the lobby. However, once inside the closed quarters of the elevator, my nerves began to scream at me. I was wondering if all this was such a good idea. Sure, I was attracted, my hormones were in overdrive and when Greg touched me, I wanted to explode. So what was the problem? Something just felt off. Not overly so, but in the quiet of the elevator, I felt uneasiness wash over me. What the hell was I doing, going off with a stranger to his hotel room? It was starting to seem like the makings of a poorly directed slasher film. And I was the first dumb beauty to get bumped off. “What is it?” he asked at my silence. “I’m…well…” What the hell was I worried about? He went down on me in the limo like a pro, and I wanted more. However, I couldn’t shake the little doubts plaguing me. What did I know about this guy that made me trust him enough to go off with him after a dance? As if reading my mind, he said, “I want you to know, I don’t pick up women regularly in bars. In fact, I don’t pick up many women at all.” Yeah right. Is that a piece of bullshit men are taught to say? I just made a small sound of disbelief. More like a grunt. 12

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“It’s true. I don’t feel the urge to…that is, I only need…” What was he trying to say? “Look,” I started. “It’s okay. We all need a bit of bootie now and then.” “It isn’t so much that.” “What is it then?” When he remained silent, alarms went off in my head. Was he hiding something? And why am I still going through with this, ignoring my uneasiness? The elevator stopped and the doors opened. He strode out and I found myself following him out of the elevator. It didn’t seem to matter to my body that my head was screaming in doubt. My pussy was panting, begging for more. My mind lost out to my far louder sex drive. If I had only listened to my brain instead of my libido, I might have been spared the bizarre episode later.

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Chapter Two Inside his hotel room, I felt my nerves jumble into overdrive. I was alone with this gorgeous hunk of a man I didn’t even know. I followed my libido into his lair and now I was his captive. A pleasure prisoner. Not a bad thing, mind you. The décor was typical hotel, though more luxurious than most. The king-size bed was covered in a burgundy print coverlet and had been turned down for the night. You know a place is classy when there’s a little chocolate lying on the pillow. I moved into the room and turned to him when I heard the door snap closed with a click of the lock. His large frame—strong, muscular and magnetic—filled the room. His blue eyes pinned me to the spot just as they had back at the club. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said in a husky voice. “Th-thanks.” He started forward, predatory in his stride. “There’s no reason to be nervous.” Okay, I was damn nervous. And as he drew close to me, I felt like a rabbit wishing she had a hole to retreat into. So I lied. “I’m not nervous.” He chuckled. Even that sounded sexy. “I won’t hurt you…unless you want me to.” “What is that supposed to mean?” You’d think I would bolt out of there, run down the hall screaming my refusal to find out. But no. His face was close to mine and his warm breath kissed my face. The scent of peppermint and the subtle fragrance of my own sex honey washed over me. My pussy clenched in need as he aroused me with his voice, tempted me with his body—seduced me with his mystery.

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“I mean, some women like to be…spanked for being a naughty girl.” He paused and his eyes glided over my face and down my neck to my breasts. The nipples strained against the tight fabric of my dress and I knew he could see their taut peaks silhouetted against the filmy material. “Are you a bad girl, Sophia?” “No,” I said unconvincingly. “Oh, I think you are.” His hand caressed my hip, massaging my flesh through the dress. I was so wet, my clit throbbing in time with his fingers as they pressed into my skin. Was I a bad girl? Who cares? I’d agree with anything to get him to touch me. My hips moved of their own accord, my body buzzing at the image of him slapping my bare ass. Instead I said, “I won’t let you, or anyone else, spank me.” His smile just made me cream more. “We’ll see.” Why the hell did that make my heart jump and my nipples tighten even more? But I continued to deny my excitement. Why? I have no fucking clue. All I wanted to do was throw all caution to the wind and get lost with him. Skin against skin, flesh touching flesh. My excitement over what we were about to do was eating at me. I was so anxious to touch his body I wanted to jump into the bed with him. I could almost taste his skin already, all spicy and exotic. I was ready to open my thighs for him to dive into my core, melding his body to mine in repeated thrusts. Oh Lord, was I hot. I looked up into his face and moved in closer, my sensitive apex throbbing with want. Three months of abstinence and my overwhelming need thrummed through my pussy. It ached for his touch. As it was, I could come with just a look from those steelblue eyes on my swollen clit. He wouldn’t even have to stroke it with a fingertip for me to fall to pieces. The cunnilingus in the limo only made me more sensitive, ready to break at any moment.

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“Sophia, you tasted delicious. I can still taste your honey in my mouth.” He paused then added, “I could eat you every day for the rest of my life and never tire of the flavor.” See? Sex honey. Taking my hand, he led me to the bed, easing me down before lying next to me. His fingers curled about mine in tenderness and warmth, and intoxicated me with just that small touch. I relaxed back into the pile of pillows and pulled on his hand, guiding him to cover my body with his. Even through the thin layers of our clothes I could feel the explosive heat growing between us. As he settled his weight upon my body, I felt as if I’d truly come home. This was where I should be tonight, within the embrace of this stranger. His face was a mere inch away from mine when he said softly, “Sophia, it feels so wonderful to have you with me like this.” He kissed me lightly, his faint beard brushing softly against my face as our lips mingled in tender caresses. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wanted to embrace him fully, merge into him. Our kisses grew more urgent, tongues stroking, moist heat spreading through us as our blood pumped faster in tempo with our growing desire. Grasping his dark hair, I moaned into his mouth. He tasted better than the most delectable chocolate dessert topped with whipped cream. As his hands moved over my body, I was aware of the magic they left in their wake. His fingertips were little wands of enchantment and my skin tingled beneath his touch. When he cupped one of my breasts, massaging the mound in his palm, I thought I would come unhinged. I whimpered and held on to him tighter, unable to get him close enough. Clothes became an annoying barrier as I yearned to melt together with him in a growing inferno. “Slow down, we have plenty of time. Let’s make this special,” he said in a low voice as he trailed kisses along my jaw.

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My body had its own ideas. All I could think of was getting him naked and inside me. I mean, he fucking got me all hot and bothered in the limo, and now he wanted me to slow down?! To hell with that, I wanted sex. Now. Cock inside, pumping into me, making me come over and over. Yeah, I was ready. Sex now. Sex now. Sex now. He pinched my hard nipple into a painful point and I groaned with frustration. It was torture not to just rip off his clothes and beg him to fuck me. When he covered my aching nipple with his mouth, the warm heat penetrating through the fabric, my hips bucked upward. I could feel his erection straining against his pants and into the groove between my thighs. I opened my legs wider so his cock could nestle closer to where I wanted it most. Then he began to travel down my body. My pussy screamed from missing his hardness, but it was replaced by his burning fingers all over my body. He pulled up the hem of my skimpy dress and kissed my abdomen in light caresses. His warm lips and the soft brush of his five o’clock shadow were probably the most erotic sensations I had ever felt. He gently pushed my dress up my torso and I lifted my arms to assist in removing it. Clad in only a scrap of lacey bra, thigh-highs and high heels, I felt exposed. His sapphire-blue eyes devoured me with their heated gaze. Mesmerized by his eyes and the tender passion reflected within them, I lifted a hand and touched his face and sighed, “I can’t believe I’m letting this happen…” I couldn’t finish. My little doubts came to the surface in a moment of weakness. He stopped and looked up, his face above my navel. “You okay?” I nodded.

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This was a fling. Nothing more. Hook up then check out. Why should I be worried? Lowering his face to my abdomen, Greg rested his cheek against my rounded tummy. He ran his hands along my sides and breathed deeply. It was a tender act, cherishing, like he was trying to absorb my body into his by means of scent and touch, not just the physical connection of sex. “I need to make love to you,” he sighed. The words were simple, and yet I was bombarded with tremendous emotion. A fling, remember? It’s nothing more than that. My mind tried to race through mud. Fuck. I have no self-restraint. This was becoming deeper than sex. “I need you tonight,” he said. I surrendered. Okay, so I hadn’t put up much of a fight to begin with. My clit was in control. If men could have two heads to do their thinking, why should a horny woman be denied the pleasure of passing on responsibility to another body part? “Please…” As much as I wanted to do it fast and wild, I wished just as urgently for him to caress me and make me feel treasured. But somehow I already knew he would make me feel like no other man ever had before—completely beautiful and worshiped. I abandoned all reason and doubt as Greg kissed my skin. I could feel his warm breath over the sensitive thatch of trimmed hair at my crotch. The fire in his eyes when he sat back to study me was just as arousing as any touch. “Beautiful,” he whispered as I watched his fingers trail up my inner thigh. His eyes never left mine as he teased my legs open. When he touched my throbbing clitoris, I moaned. Good Lord, talk about sensations! The second his finger touched my clit, I came. There was no holding back as my body reacted in carnal delight. It had been so long that just this slight contact sent me reeling through the heavens, blinding me to everything but the stars that whizzed by me as I flew higher and higher into ecstasy.

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My muscles contracted as I rode out the climax, and he plunged his fingers up into my core, drawing out the orgasm further still. I swear I was in sex heaven. Greg released my pent-up desires and now it was time for us to enjoy each other, unrushed and lovingly. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, he eased his fingers—now covered in slick sex honey—out of my body. I looked up at him with a content smile on my face as he knelt between my legs. He smiled back and said in a hot and husky voice, “You’re so beautiful when you come.” He sounded barely controlled as he began to strip away his shirt. He got off the bed to shed the last remnants of his clothes and stood before me naked. No man should look so devilishly gorgeous. It was just criminal, tempting women with such fine features. Tempting me. He was built better than I’d thought, from his powerful calves to his sculpted abs to his muscular biceps. And over that powerful body of sinew and skin was a light dusting of hair. Not overly hairy, but just right to make his masculinity a thing of beauty for me to admire. My hips moved upward, an entreaty to his gaze, a plea to his cock to enter into my weeping center. Such a man often brought about these reactions in women, but Greg made my heart, as well as my body, yearn for him. I wanted him to have it all. He climbed back onto the bed and crouched down between my thighs, spreading them wide, opening the entrance of my body to his eyes. I could feel the cream gathering there, glistening along the path inside. His hands upon my knees, he pushed them forward, lifting my bottom off the bed. Moving closer, he positioned his cock at my slit. The hot head of his penis burned my sensitive skin, and I moaned with want. He slid his member over my clit and through my juices in slow movements, torturing my body to another level of desire. Then he pushed into me. Dear God, what a sensation! His length stretched my sheath, enclosing my tender flesh around his heated steel. He spread my knees wide 19

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and leaned over me, his dark hairs brushing my chest and teasing my nipples. Greg within my body was beyond description, and as he began to move in and out, I wrapped my legs about his waist, trying to get him deeper inside me. His lips were upon mine, our breaths mingling with each movement. His firm lips commanding, his faint beard tantalizing. He tasted of mint and man and me, intoxicating my senses with each stroke of his tongue along mine. I dipped my fingers into the thick blackness of his hair and he groaned. Sweat beaded our skin, lubricating our bodies as we moved as one. This was a true mating such as I never thought possible. It was a joining of bodies, minds and souls. My heart sang as his cock plunged into me, and my mind cried out the love yearning to burst forth. His tempo increased and I fought to hold back the orgasm threatening to break free. I wanted to hold out, deny the pleasure a bit longer. The pain of refusal only built the inferno higher as he pumped faster and deeper. “The moon—I can’t—” he started huskily against my mouth when the force of his climax began to shake his body. The feeling was enough for me to lose my inner battle. I climaxed hard, my muscles sucking his length deeper as he spilled his seed into my core. I screamed as the fire burst from my body like an overheated kiln. In short, I exploded. The earth below me seemed to shake with my orgasm. He pumped his hot essence and I continued to spasm in ecstasy. One orgasm seemed to run into another. But something was wrong. Greg rolled away, leapt off the bed and raced into the bathroom. “Are you all right?” I called out, hardly able to breathe from the incredible sex I just had. His answer was a shattering howl of pain.

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Chapter Three Needless to say, the sounds coming from the bathroom scared the shit out of me. One second I was moaning in ecstasy, the next I was scrambling to find my clothes and get the hell out of there. I didn’t even think about how I looked in my mad dash out of the room. I just threw on my dress and ran, hopping at one point to snatch off my shoes and carry them in my hand. Hell, who can run in high heels anyway, even if they are a mere inch high? In the elevator, I struggled to catch my breath. The last hour had become both a blissful and confusing blur. I’d had the best sex of my life and then the man had sprung from bed to scream in the bathroom. Oh yeah, totally normal. Then I started to worry about him. Was he all right? I mean, he did sound like he was in excruciating pain. But why? Quite frankly, I didn’t really think it was safe for me to stick around and find out. But I felt guilty. And full of turmoil. Oh God, there was a connection between us, something I never expected to happen. I actually cared if Greg was all right. As the elevator zoomed to the lobby, I reconsidered. Maybe I should turn back and check on him. Echoes of his screams filled my head, and I shuddered in fear. No, I had to get out, away from here. I could think about this later—right now, I was afraid the guy I just fucked was turning into some sort of crazed killer. It was like a bad monster movie. You know the kind, where the audience screams at the hero or heroine to run, but they’re too stupid to move. Well, I could almost hear the audience yelling at me to get the fuck out.

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The elevator doors opened and I made a beeline through the lobby to the exit. A quick getaway was within sight. At least I thought so, until he met me outside the hotel. What the fuck…? “Don’t leave me, Sophia,” he panted, out of breath. “How the hell did you get down here so fast?” I had stopped quickly but then continued to move around him, not really caring about his answer, just wanting to escape this weird situation. But my body was still humming, rejoicing from the wonders Greg had evoked. “I ran down the…uh…stairwell. You know—the fire escape.” He sprinted down thirty flights of stairs faster than an elevator? I heard the imaginary movie audience scream at me, “Run, you idiot, run!” Instead I stopped and said, “Greg, I don’t know what happened just now, but I’m a bit freaked out. I want to go home.” “Sophia, I need…I mean…I want you. Please don’t go.” He was really sounding pitiful. My senses were reeling. I could still smell him on my skin, his cologne in the air…his cock deep within my body. “Tell me what that screaming thing was about.” He hesitated, and when I started to turn, ready to leave again, he caught my arm with his hand to stop me. “I…I had a…a…charley horse in my leg. Bad.” Gazing up into his eyes, I knew he was hiding something. “Greg, this is damn disturbing.” “I know. Sorry. Please, come back to my room.” He closed the small space between us and I was overwhelmed by his presence. God, he made me weak with those beautiful blue eyes. And I was always a sucker for blue eyes. Much to the shock of my momma.

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I wondered if she’d like Greg. I could almost envision him romancing Momma with his handsome face. But then, I saw more than his charming good looks. Greg was a kind soul—and lonely. There was more to him than a sexy body that ignited my passion. He had depth that touched my heart. He touched my face with his fingertips and I was lost. “I need you tonight. I’ve never felt…” His voice trailed off. I was caving in. That damn phantom audience screamed louder. But he needed me. It was something more than a physical need. I sensed that. It was something more, something deeper—he needed me on a spiritual level. Somehow, I needed him too. “No games of seduction here, Sophia. I don’t want to play. This is serious.” He leaned down and his mouth gently brushed over mine. “I want to love you. Give me your heart tonight. Let me feel there’s a chance for happiness, a chance to win your love.” How could I resist that? Besides, did I mention he was a great kisser? I was lost when he kissed me, his lips mingling with mine, his tongue swirling in my mouth. He pressed against me, and I felt the heat of his body through his mussed pants and sweater. Our bodies cried out for more—I had to touch him, all of him, my skin burned to be next to his. I was hollow without him filling me, stretching my walls to accommodate his size.

Back in Greg’s room, we were like animals in heat. I needed to touch his skin, to have him naked against me. I pulled at his clothes, straining to expose him as quickly as possible. I wanted him inside me, mounting my body, dominating me completely. I yearned to give everything to him, to feel him move within my channel. My juices were already running down the insides of my thighs. I was ready.

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Our kisses were fevered with need. Carnal lust and animalistic desire laced each swipe of lips, each stab of tongues. He devoured me with his mouth, worshiped me with his hands and then filled me with his cock. Both of us naked, he lifted me into his arms and leaned my back against the wall by the door of his room. I wrapped my legs about him as he plunged into me in a frenzied pace. He slammed me against the wall and I shrieked in delight. His lips moved from my mouth to feast upon my breasts. Taking a hardened tip into his mouth, he sucked on my nipple, working his tongue over the puckered surface, and I nearly died from pleasure. I climaxed, a rainbow of colors streaking across my vision. I clawed his back as I held on for dear life when my muscles convulsed. He pumped wildly into me but denied himself completion. He stopped short of his climax and I groaned in frustration. Then he made a request. “Sophia, I want you to do something for me.” “Yes?” I asked breathlessly. “Promise me you won’t be frightened. I would never hurt you, no matter what.” Okay, did he revel in freaking me out? “You like trying to scare me?” “Don’t be scared.” “How about freaked out?” “No.” “All right, what is it you want me to do?” “Tie me to the bed and give me a blowjob.” Nothing like being direct. Hey, I have to give a man credit for actually telling me what he wants. Most just guide my head to their crotch in the hopes I can read their minds…in their penis heads. But a BJ wasn’t all he wanted. “Tied down?” I mused aloud. “Tied down,” he repeated. 24

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Somehow this was not the dominating act I wanted. I wanted him to exert his manly control over me, not the other way around. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. “Trust me, Sophia.” He lowered my feet to the floor and led me to the bed. Then from the nightstand drawer, he pulled out leather straps. “Use these. Secure me to the bed.” Run, you idiot, run! I took the straps and just stared at them. What the hell? I was beginning to get uncomfortable again. Talk about a roller coaster ride. I wanted to taste his skin, to feel him quiver at my tongue gliding across his body, but I wasn’t too keen on tying him down. And I said so. “Greg, I don’t like this.” “Trust me. I want you to do this.” Five minutes later, I had him strapped down to the king-sized bed. Let me clarify, strapped down completely naked. Damn, what a sight. His cock was rock hard and erect, straining in anticipation. My mouth watered just looking at the solid length capped with a purplish head. God, he looked so helpless. At my mercy. Okay, maybe this wasn’t too bad after all. Standing at his feet, I marveled at his legs first. They were covered in dark hair— not too much, but enough to be manly without seeming furry. I touched him, his muscles moving beneath my fingertips, straining at the straps that secured him. I felt like a dominatrix in control over her pet. His skin was warm, and as I let my hand wander slowly over his shin and up his thigh, he moaned. Glancing at his face, I saw that his eyes were closed, his mouth open slightly. His breathing was ragged in his growing ecstasy.

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I crawled onto the bed between his splayed legs. Power over the moment flowed through me. My cunt was aching for his touch, but I would deny it for now. I figured if I prolonged my momentary satisfaction, this could be drawn out longer. Oh yeah, I liked this. Surprisingly, I did. I liked the power. I worked my fingers over his thighs and eased upward, never touching his cock. It frustrated him, judging from the groans. As I touched him, I mapped his body. He pulled at his restrained wrists and I chuckled. “Ah, ah, ah.” “For a woman not crazy about tying me down, you seem to be enjoying it an awful lot.” I moved over him to caress his chest. In doing so, his cock nestled between my breasts. I teased the hard penis by swinging my breasts back and forth. “Wicked woman,” he growled. I flicked his nipples, hardened points of flesh beckoning my mouth to taste their ripe surface. I pressed down into him and he bucked beneath me. “God, you have luscious curves. Fucking beautiful!” I had to admit, I could never understand why men liked boney women. There were so many advantages to being curvaceous. Especially if one knew how to use those curves. And I did. Granted, I will never be a lingerie model for Victoria’s Secret, but I know how to drive a man wild in bed. I wrapped my mouth around one erect nipple and he sighed, tossing his head back and moaning. Hearing how he enjoyed my tongue gliding over his nipple made my pussy weep. I wanted to touch my clit to find some sort of relief, but no, not yet. Or maybe… I got a lovely idea. “I want you to lick me, Greg.” His eyes snapped open and he smiled. “You’re out to torture me.”

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He was so sexy. I just couldn’t help but grasp at another chance to have his mouth locked on my clit. “Do you like the idea?” “Oh yeah, babe. I wanna eat you.” To tantalize him, I dipped one of my fingers into my cunt. Sliding through the moisture, I grazed the sensitive tip of my clit. I pulled away and brought the creamcovered finger to his nose. “Smell me.” I turned into a woman I didn’t know. I’d never done that before to tease a man. He inhaled deeply and sighed. “Yes, you’re a bad girl.” “Only with you.” Our gazes locked for a minute then I moved to reposition myself. I wondered about the power he seemed to have over me. I had never experienced such a connection with anyone. It was as though I bonded with this man. All I wanted was more from him. I straddled my pussy above his mouth while facing his stomach and gasped when the lips of my labia gaped open. Then I took hold of his cock and began to worship it. I stroked it with my fingers, and the glorious size seemed to increase at my touch. A drop of fluid gathered at the tip of his bulbous head and I leaned down to taste it. It was then he began to slowly lick me. I caressed his length with my tongue in time to his tongue upon my clit. When he suckled my nubbin, I took him fully into my mouth. I was hungry for him, and as he tasted me, I only craved more. I cupped his sac in one hand as I continued to fuck him with my mouth, taking him as deep as possible. He glided his tongue over my clit and down my slit before plunging it inside my channel. God, I didn’t want it to end! I wanted to hold out a bit longer, the pain of denial to increase my ecstasy.

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I felt the climax build through me. It wasn’t just within my womb, it was throughout my body. Every nerve was on edge. My heart pumped faster as my hips moved over his mouth. Conscious thought had fled as instinct took over. Then it happened—I came with a force that surprised me. I screamed against his cock as the spasms shot over me in waves. And while I was lost in bliss, Greg came. He cried out, fighting his restraints. His hot semen burst into my mouth and I drank him. What a glorious taste! But then something changed. He changed. Dazed by my orgasm, I realized he was transforming, his entire body convulsing. I jumped from the bed onto the floor and watched in complete awe. Greg became a true beast! Dear God, I’d never seen anything like this. His body grew before my eyes, his limbs strengthened, hair thickening over his skin. This was not computer animation—this was real and happening right in front of me. His face contorted and his fangs elongated. Oh. My. God. He was a werewolf! Run, you idiot, run! Fucking hell. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

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Chapter Four The next day I called work pleading sickness and camped out at home, but by three o’clock in the afternoon I was itching to get out of the house. Maybe a vanilla cappuccino was the ticket to feeling better. After all, wasn’t caffeine the cure-all for everyday woes? Okay, maybe fucking a werewolf wasn’t an everyday occurrence—but it sounded like a good excuse to drink large amounts of cappuccino in an attempt to take my mind off other things. Jaynie had called me late in the morning, and so did Cameron, but I just let the machine answer. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I was too freaked out. I had sex with a werewolf. How the hell was that possible? They were myths made up to scare kids into staying in bed. The walk from my apartment to the nearest Starbucks was refreshing. I think the exercise alone helped to relieve my jumbled nerves. The November chill was crisp and I breathed it in deep in an attempt to clear my senses. Dear God, I had sex with a werewolf. It just wasn’t possible. It couldn’t have been real. Could it? Inside the coffee shop, I ordered my vanilla cappuccino and sat in the café. I stared out the window at the people walking up and down the sidewalk. So normal. Or were they? Were there werewolves out there, living their lives like regular people? Or did something fall on my head back at the club and the entire thing was a horrid dream? Maybe in reality I was in a coma, lying in a hospital bed. No. I wasn’t asleep and Greg did turn into something from a child’s nightmares. “Mind if I sit?” A male voice broke my solitude. It was him, my werewolf lover.

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“Of course not,” I croaked. He took the seat across from me and folded his hands on the tabletop. “Sophia, I would never hurt you.” “First of all, I want to know how you found me.” A small smile curled his lips. “I followed your scent.” Awareness shot through my body. “What do you mean?” “My sense of smell is very keen.” I shifted in my seat. God! I was horny and only he could satisfy me. I just wanted to have him all over me. But damn it, he’s a werewolf! “What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to act? I don’t even know how to feel about this.” “You want me. I want you. That’s all we need.” My eyes met his gaze. “Is it?” “Yes.” Did I want this man just for sex? As much as he excited me, I couldn’t fall into bed with him again without some sort of commitment. After all, I would be graciously allowing a beast into my bed. In return, I wanted an assurance that the sex meant something. And that he wouldn’t bite my head off when he climaxed. “I don’t think I want some frivolous affair with a man who changes into an animal in bed.” “Many women love the idea.” “But not literally!” I breathed slowly to calm my nerves—and growing desire. “While last night was incredible, I don’t make a habit out of picking up men in bars for one night of sex.” Lightning was going to strike me down for lying. “No?” “No.” He saw through me. Damn it. “Then why did you go back to the hotel with me?”

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Please, why in the world did he think I went with him? I wanted him to fuck my brains out! Duh. “I’ll tell you why,” he began. “You felt the connection.” “Animal magnetism, right?” Seriously, it was true, I did feel a bond to this man— er…beast. I have no idea why. After all I’d discovered last night, I wanted to be with him again. I wanted to have sex with a werewolf. How can I cope with that? The sex was fantastic, sure, but that couldn’t be the only draw. I wouldn’t let sex be the only thread that bound us together. It was hard enough to know what he was, and I needed more. He reached for my hand and at his touch, an electric jolt radiated through my hand and up my arm. “Last night was a full moon. I needed the physical release of sex to help me bear the lunar call of my kind.” “So it was just sex.” It wasn’t a question. I hated the thought that our time together was just a physical joining. I wanted him to say… What did I want to hear? “If it was just sex, Sophia, I wouldn’t have gone after you the first time you bolted from my room.” His eyes reflected his sincerity. He truly wanted me. Want just wasn’t enough. “Greg, everything about this is too incredible. Tell me what it all means to you.” I felt like some whiney woman on some bad talk show hosted by an actress shooting for a second shot in her career. I was sinking fast into the “analyze your feelings” theme. He smiled. “I’ve searched my entire life for a woman who could calm me with the touch of her hand.” “Except you changed into a wolf after sex.” I know, I stated the obvious. “It’s hard not to change when one has met his mate.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you saying I’m your mate?”

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“Yeah. I know, the whole ‘mate’ deal is straight out of some poorly written monster tale, but it’s true.” His tone turned softer, and he continued, “I suspected it the moment I saw you at the club.” This was definitely freaky. “When you agreed to dance with me and I held you, I knew you were to be mine.” “Hold up. First of all, I don’t belong to anyone. I may care for you…” I paused as I watched his smile falter. Oh man. This was deeper than I thought. My heart ached. He was hurt. I wanted to hold him, cherish him, despite whatever strange things may have happened. That’s when I realized I had given him my heart. I not only had sex with a werewolf, I fell in love with one. Ah hell. Why not? I reached for his hand and smiled. “Greg, I love you.” “Sweetheart, I—” “No, let me finish. I do love you, but we only just met. I don’t know much about you.” “You know my darkest secret,” he whispered. “And it really is a whopper, Greg. I don’t even know how to adapt to knowing my boyfriend is a werewolf.” “All I ask is that you give us a chance. Let’s date for a while, see how it goes.” I had to say, it was promising to hear him ask for a chance. Yeah, I’ve heard that “give us a chance” line about half a dozen times before—but this time, I wanted to try. I saw the love in his face as he waited for my answer. “Would it help if I told you that I love you too?” he asked. “Do you? Even after only one night together?” I couldn’t explain how I lost my heart to this man in such a short time, but it happened. However, I needed some assurance. Too many people were left broken-hearted after these hormone-laden affairs. Love at first sight so often turned into the War of the Roses. 32

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“I do,” he started. “Sometimes love can hit you like a bolt of lightning. It can strike fast and hard.” “I never really believed in love at first sight. Besides, most relationships that start like that end terribly.” “Sounds like you’ve had a few bad experiences. But you have to recognize love when it appears, because if you don’t reach out and grasp it tight, you may lose it forever.” He leaned across the table and traced my jaw with his fingertips. “I don’t want to lose you.” “I don’t want us to end up hating each other because we didn’t communicate. This is a lot to take in. I mean, I didn’t think werewolves even existed beyond movies or books.” He smiled and asked, “Care to take a walk? I need some air and I think you do too. Besides, I’d love to take a walk around Rockefeller Center.” I agreed and, picking up my cappuccino, we headed outside, walking arm in arm slowly along the sidewalk. I took time to marvel at the wonders of the coming night, the darkness beginning to veil the buildings and the street lights blinking brightly. I saw things in a new light. The impossible was now reality—werewolves existed. “I was born a werewolf,” he began as we walked. “My mother was human, but my father was a shifter. We call ourselves lycans. And we hate the Hollywood stereotype of demented animals that grow fangs and howl at the moon.” “How many of you are there?” He thought for a moment. “There are clans all over the world, lycans living alongside humans in relative peace. We try to keep a low profile. Humans tend to freak when confronted with something they don’t understand.” “I think that is perfectly understandable.” Yeah, I totally understood the freak-out part. I still was myself. I was in love with a werewolf. Maybe if I told myself this over and over, it would sink in and not seem so surreal.

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“Agreed. The lycans are an evolved species of the human race. No one knows the birth of our kind, but it is thought to have begun in ancient times when the Greek king Lycaon offered a human sacrifice to the gods. In eating the flesh, he was punished and turned into a werewolf.” I groaned. “Lovely image.” “But that is the legend of the first werewolf as we know it.” “Since you were born this way, would I…” I trailed off on this question. How do you ask a werewolf if he can make you one too? Hey, it’s something I need to know! “Lycans are born, not made. It isn’t like the movies. We reproduce.” He stopped, turning to me and holding my shoulders firmly. “I can’t make you a lycan if that’s what you’re wondering.” I sighed in relief. “But I could hurt you if I bit you…or clawed you. That’s why I had you tie me down last night. However, I could never turn on my mate.” “Your mate.” I loved the sound of it, as primal as it was. “I would protect you for the rest of your life, love you, make you feel cherished. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” His eyes were intense with emotion, a storm raging behind their blue depths. I was truly speechless. But then I thought of the possibilities. “Wait, if we were to…to…have children…” “They’d be lycan, just like me. At puberty they’d shift for the first time, driven by the lunar cycles.” “Great.” “But the intensity may be lessened since you’re human, like it is for me, thanks to my mother’s human blood. It would be easier for them to bear the crazed lusts during a full moon.” “Crazed lusts?” This got better and better.

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“During the full moon, our blood seems to boil with sexual desire. Only one’s true mate can calm the raging urges.” “But you transformed last night when we had sex.” “Believe me—that was calm. If you weren’t my mate, I would’ve broken free and gone out into the night like a hound in heat.” I sighed. “Lovely.” “I love you. I know my limits.” He kissed my forehead and continued, “Don’t worry. I don’t want to run you off. I want you to feel comfortable, at ease with me. And I am willing to wait.” Damn, isn’t that sweet? And if that wasn’t enough, he leaned in and kissed me. It was one hell of a kiss— the kind backed up by desire, passion and…love. I sank into his kiss. One of hundreds of thousands of kisses I planned on receiving from this man for the rest of my life. His tongue plunged into my mouth and the taste was like fine red wine at the peak of flavor. Intoxicating. He pulled me closer, pressing my body into his. His warmth embraced me and his love caressed my soul. I surrendered all of myself to him in this moment of simple passion. I felt cherished, just as he vowed moments ago. There were no doubts in my mind and caution was thrown aside. I had no reservations as I melted into him. We were no longer two souls searching for fulfillment. We were lovers joined by odd circumstances—and a love born from passion and understanding. My acceptance of his duality seemed to be the very thread that bound us together.

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“Take off your bra…tease me, seduce me.” I was amazed at how easy it was to perform a sensual striptease. I’d never thought of myself as a woman to flaunt her body, but at his moans, I was driven further to play the part of a temptress. Unclasping the back hooks, I held on to the front of my bra. One strap, then the other fell down my shoulders. I pinched the tips of my nipples, perking them into hardened points. They ached for more than my touch through the lace. “Now, slip your panties down,” he said in a husky voice. His arousal stimulated me to do whatever he asked. I knew what awaited me—sexual satisfaction. I placed my thumbs on my hips and slipped them beneath the lacey fabric. His moan encouraged me as I slowly shimmied my underwear down my legs. I gasped the moment the cool air hit my wetness. As I bent to follow the descent of my panties, he groaned again, especially when I turned to give him a perfect view of my gaping cunt. Amazingly, I was getting into the idea of having sex with a werewolf—I was in love with a werewolf. Yeah, it was beginning to sound kinda normal. At least for me. I didn’t fucking care what anyone would think. Greg was mine, and I would do anything for him. “Come here, Sophia.” He sat in a chair by the bed, one of those cushy upscale-hotel armchairs. I stood naked in front of him, my cunt level with his gaze. He stared at my trimmed thatch and I thought he’d lean in and give it a kiss, but no. “Turn around.” I did so. Slowly. “Open your legs.” Okay, my heartbeat increased. What was he planning? I imagined all kinds of things and my cunt twitched. Oh yeah, the sex honey flowed. “Bend over, baby.”

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I did as he commanded and realized how vulnerable I was in this position. My cunt opened before him and I groaned with building anticipation. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me, but I felt him blow across my exposed center. I shuddered and he chuckled at my visible reaction. “Sophia, you have no idea how sensual you are.” “I bet you’ll make sure to show me.” “Right now, I want you to show me.” “What?” “Touch yourself. I want to see your fingers slide through your juices. Show me exactly where you want me to touch you. Touch the button that makes you climax.” “You want me to masturbate for you?” “Yes.” Crap, was he serious? He waited a beat before repeating, “Touch yourself, Sophia.” I’d never done this for anyone before. I mean, masturbating is something I’ve done often alone, when I was without a boyfriend. But I’ve never actually done it in front of a man. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but my body seemed to love the idea. My honey flowed from my slit as I touched a finger to my clit. “Come on, baby. I know you know how to get yourself excited.” He was enjoying this show, his tone husky and low. I closed my eyes and thought of how excited Greg was getting over watching me. It egged me on further and I slid my fingers slowly, moaning as I caressed the swollen flesh of my pussy. I touched my clit tentatively, wanting to hold off my orgasm. I knew if I kept doing this to myself, I wouldn’t last long. “Dip a finger into your cunt,” he instructed breathlessly. 37

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After another swipe over my clit, I entered my slit with a finger. Oh, God! Then his hands were on me, his palms running over my ass, worshiping their shape. He squeezed them and I whimpered as I fingered myself. One finger wasn’t enough, so I started using two, filling my passage, imagining it was his cock, fucking me in and out. I almost came when he bit my buttock gently. My cry filled my ears—it sounded like frustrated passion. I wanted to come. I needed to come. He bit my other buttock and I cried out again. I fingered my cunt faster, my juices running down the inside of my thighs. Just when I edged closer to the pinnacle, he let go of me. Damn it! He arose from the chair and I heard the distinctive sound of his zipper as he eased it down. Boo-ya! He’s gonna fuck me now! He placed his hands on my hips and directed me to lean over the chair. “I want you to kneel on the cushion with your ass in the air.” I eagerly did as he asked, anxious to experience whatever he had planned. “Keep touching your clit.” His voice was straining to maintain control. I pressed my clit and rubbed my fingers over its surface, my honey thick and slick. He positioned my ass and when I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, I wanted to scream. When he entered my channel, the sheer joy of his size stretching me nearly undid my control. “Sophia…” He began to pump into me at a controlled pace. It was sheer torture. I wanted to come, but I needed him to move faster, to beat into me harder. I wiggled my hips, but he refused to let me find completion, denying me quick relief. Beast. 38

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Then he did something I never expected. He slapped my ass! “Ow! What was that for?” I asked, trying to turn my head to see his face as he continued his sweet rhythm in and out of my body. “I told you bad girls deserve to be spanked.” “I’m not bad.” Smack! “Yes, you are.” And you know—the strikes only excited me further. I felt my climax grow throughout me. It was centered within my cunt, but I felt it vibrate and energize through my arms and legs. Even the top of my scalp seemed to prepare for a blow-out. Smack! “Hey!” Push in. Retreat. “Mmm.” Smack! “Oh!” Push in. Grind. Retreat. I was in agony. Smack! “Ah!” I didn’t ask him to stop. My ass was starting to smart now but it felt glorious, more sensitive. He was driving me crazy. I worked my clit a bit faster, and I was ready. Smack! “Oh yes…” “I’m going to come,” he announced to my delight.

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“Oh yes, fuck me.” I was a woman without care. Use me, abuse me, fuck me. I wanted it all from him. His pace quickened and he began to yell out. My control broke and I climaxed, my entire body shaking with the force of it. Then his cries turned into more of a howl. I didn’t care. I was coming, unable to move as my body convulsed in delight. If this is what werewolf sex was like, I was in for the long haul. As the contractions started to subside, I nearly collapsed into the chair, but large hands picked me up. It was then I had my first look at Greg in full transformation. You know, without running out of the room. He cradled me in his arms—his very hairy arms. If I had to guess, I’d say his bodymass grew ten times his human self. His elongated nose and fangs appeared ominous— I shook. But then I looked into his eyes, the same sapphire eyes that melted me the night before. He gently carried me to the bed and laid me upon the coverlet. The he climbed onto the bed beside me and drew me into his arms. Okay, I was definitely not sure how to feel about this. Last night I had to tie him down, and now he comforted me, loved me, while in his wolfen form. “Only the touch of a true mate can tame the beast,” I heard within my mind. I looked up at his face and he looked back, tenderly running an enormous hand along my cheek before nuzzling my neck. Oh yes. I was going to love having this beast in my bed for the rest of my life.

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About the Author Multi-published author Marianne LaCroix lives in the American south in the land of cotton and mint juleps. She’s an active member of the RWA in the ESPAN, GothRom, Passionate Ink, and First Coast Romance Writers chapters. She’s had several recognitions for her writing including a Romantic Times BOOKClub Reviewer Choice nomination. Her tastes run to the alpha male with a dark streak in the form of a vampire, shape-shifter or other tortured-soul type. When not writing, Mari can be found with her twin toddler girls and her husband of eleven and half years.

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