Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I’m trapped in the basement with a massive man in a wolf mask, who is trying his level best to fucking scare the hell out of me.
“Tell me you are going to stop this investigation,” he says, closing the distance again, making me back up against the door. I could scream.
“Or what?”
It’s not the smartest thing to say, but it is the first thing I think of. I don’t like being treated as if I deserve to be afraid. I don’t like to be scared. I don’t like to be told what to do.
“Or I will make you.”
“You can’t make me.”
He’s so close now I can smell him. Rough. Male. Animal. No deodorant and cologne, but bracken and pine and woods. He smells like the outdoors. He smells like the wild.
He lowers his head toward me, and puts his lips to my ear. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to whip your ass and fuck your pussy. If you don’t want me to do that, all you have to do is agree to look into something else. Anything else.”
I take a deep breath and try not to show how much that threat affects me. It’s not just the hair on the back of my neck that is standing up. Every bit of chemistry inside me is being unleashed at once. Adrenaline and more disturbing—arousal.
He takes a deep breath, and when he next speaks, I hear a smile in his voice. A deep rough growling voice that is throatier than ever.
“You like that, don’t you? The idea of being taken, here in the dark, vulnerable to a creature, a man you don’t really know, but who your body already senses it belongs to?”
He runs his hand down the side of my body, his palm brushing the side of my breast then going lower still to find the curve of my hip. That’s where his hand settles, where he grips me and pulls my hips forward hard against his pelvis. I feel the ridge at the front of his jeans, that rock-hard promise to carry out everything he just told me about. I feel my clit tingle as I shift slightly and the friction between us sends bolts of pleasure through me.
I’ve never been with a man. I don’t really like them that much. They tend to be smug and… fuck, I can’t even think about all the reasons I don’t like them right now because my body is telling me that I like this one very much.
“You don’t scare me with your sex threats,” I tell him.
“They’re not threats. They’re promises. I can smell you. You’ve been wet since you bumped into me. And now you’re practically begging me to fuck you.”
“I am not.”
He reaches down between us and runs his hand between my legs, pressing his fingers against my pussy through the slick fabric of my underwear. Why did I wear a skirt today? I’ve made his access so easy.
I should resist, tell him no, but I can’t make myself do it. I am wet. He was right. My body is hot for him and there’s no avoiding it.
He grips the whole front of my panty-clad pussy, fisting my underwear away and to the side. I feel my wetness clinging to the gusset, but he easily bares my pussy.
“Wet,” he says, displaying the soaked scrap of fabric to me, holding the remnants of my underwear under my nose. “Are you going to deny your arousal?”
“No,” I moan.
“And are you going to drop the story?”
“No.”
“Then you’re going to be getting fucked, aren’t you?” The same hand that just ripped my panties to pieces unzips his fly. I hear the sound of the zipper sliding down and then I feel it, the thick and heavy presence of a cock in very close proximity to…
“Wait… what…”
“You could have avoided this if you didn’t want it,” he says. “You still can, if you agree to drop the story.”
“I’m not going to drop the story.”
“Then I’m taking this wet little pussy for my very own,” he says as the thick, hot head of his cock runs along my slit as I squirm in his grip.
I’m a virgin.
And I’m about to lose my innocence.
At twenty-three.
To a stranger.
I could stop him. I could tell him I won’t keep looking at werewolves. I could say whatever I have to say, but the heat of his cock against my pussy feels right in a way nothing has ever felt right before. My senses are overwhelmed by the sensations he’s creating for me, his touch, his scent, his very presence. I feel as though a switch has been flipped inside me, deep in a place that has never been touched before.
“You were looking for a monster,” he growls. “And you’ve found one.”
He emphasizes that rough point with a thrust that buries his cock several inches inside me. I feel a hot flash of pain as the remnant of my innocence is taken from me. I wail at the intrusion, but he makes soft little soothing sounds as he pushes the rest of the way in.