Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I stared, unable to move as his already big, strong body became bigger and stronger. His chest—always broad—got twice as big and his body was suddenly covered in black fur. His eyes turned from chocolate brown to wolf-gold and his ears became pointed and moved to the top of his head.
His arms and legs grew huge and muscular and then the thick ropes around his wrists and ankles snapped like twine.
“He’s free!” I heard someone from the trees shout. “Look—the cursed wolf is free!”
And that’s when I realized I was just sitting there in the grass like an idiot, staring at the transformation happening right in front of me.
The trance I’d been in broke, and I remembered Kor’s words to me.
“Walk—don’t run,” he’d told me. “You need to move slowly to get away from him.”
Slowly, slowly, I got to my feet and began to walk away. I felt more than ever like I was in a nightmare—moving in slow motion while the thing that was chasing me was gaining on me.
But the Beast wasn’t chasing me—was he? I didn’t dare look back to find out. I just kept moving towards the edge of the tree line, where the Glade ended and the forest began. If I could just get there, I could hide myself away until it was safe to go home. I knew the way to Wolverton Manor from here—it was only half a mile—a mile at most. Surely I could make it. Surely…
And that was when a huge, hairy hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me back to the center of the Glade.
FIFTY
VIVIENNE
The huge, hairy hand around my waist lifted me off my feet as though I weighed nothing. I was carried, dangling, back to the exact center of the Moon Glade, the cool night air rushing past my skin. When he set me down, my legs refused to hold me. My knees turned to water, buckling, and I sank into the cool, damp grass. I couldn’t run. I could only stare.
The Beast stood before me, a silhouette against the rising moon. He wasn’t a wolf—he was a wolf-man. Over eight feet tall, he stood powerfully on two thick, fur-covered hind legs.
A shaggy pelt of jet-black fur covered him from the neck down, rippling over ridges of muscle that moved with a terrifying, predatory grace. His face was a nightmare blend of human and wolf—a long muzzle lined with sharp teeth, but with a brow and a jawline that still held a ghost of Kor’s handsome features. His eyes glowed with a fierce, intelligent gold, pinning me in place.
My breath came in short, sharp pants. This had to be a dream. A horrible, vivid dream. I was sure of it—it must be!
Then I saw the furry pouch between his powerful thighs. It twitched…then it opened.
The Beast’s cock slid out—long and thick and impossibly red—a stark, shiny contrast against the black fur. It was massive—a brutal length of flesh that tapered to a broad, blunt head already glistening with moisture. The moonlight caught it, making it look wet, alien, and terrifyingly real.
Horror locked my throat. But beneath the horror, a traitorous, mesmerized fascination took root. I found I couldn’t look away, even when I tried. It was so big…so impossibly huge. How could he ever use that on anyone?
He’s going to use it on you if you don’t get away from here! shouted a little voice in my head.
I started to move…but then his scent hit me. It was wild and musky—a dark spice that was nothing like Kor’s clean, masculine smell… and yet everything like it. It was Kor, amplified…untamed…stripped of all restraint. It poured over me, into me, and my body responded instantly, traitorously.
A deep, aching throb began in my breasts. I felt them swell, heavy and tight as my nectar began to rise, making my nipples hard, sensitive peaks against the rough canvas still wrapped around me.
Worse, a hot, slick rush of wetness flooded the V between my legs. My pussy clenched around nothing—a hollow, aching emptiness that suddenly begged to be filled.
Suddenly, I understood what was happening—my Heat Cycle, staved off and denied for so long—was peaking with a vengeance. Kor had never gotten to finish breeding me last night. Now my body was demanding it—begging for completion…
And the source of that completion—the thing my body was begging for— was standing right in front of me.
No. No, I can’t. I have to get away, I thought frantically.
But the instinct to run was now nothing more than a weak spark in a storm of instinct. Still, I tried. I turned, scrambling to my hands and knees, and began to lurch towards the tree line.
I only managed one stumbling step before those huge hands were on me again.
The Beast lifted me like a doll, bringing me up to his chest. One hand, tipped with razor-sharp black claws that could have eviscerated me with a twitch, hooked into the stained drop cloth I had wrapped around myself. He gave a short, sharp tug and the fabric tore like tissue paper, falling away in shreds.