A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor (Tempting Monsters 1) - Page 8

All at once, the wolf reared back and lunged forward again. I gasped, but it was drowned out by the sound of his roar as his body stretched and twisted and shifted until it was not a wolf pinning the woman to the ground, but a naked man. His skin was browned, turning her paler by contrast, and dark-haired arms were wrestling her skirts up over those perfectly pale legs.

My fingers were clutched around the windowsill as I watched, unable to stop, uninterested in stopping. Would I have a man like him? With her skirts up to her waist, the man took the woman’s wrists from where her hands clutched at his shoulders and pinned her to the ground as he thrust inside of her. Her body rolled beneath his. He was still growling, but it was almost like a purr, and she was making no effort to quiet her pleasure.

I found myself pressing my hips against the wall beneath me, wishing I were on the ground in her place, or at least that I was not alone in the room. That there was someone with me to relieve this ache in my cunt, in my breasts.

He was nipping and biting at her neck and breasts, his hips snapping. She almost wrestled beneath him, arms and legs twisting as if to get away, but the smile on her face was enormous and the sounds she made were…well, I knew what those sounds meant. I’d made those sounds with the doctor and his friend.

The wolf-man reared back, and I stepped back from the window just enough to still be able to see them. He was smiling too, something between feral and delighted. A wicked smile. She was in for a long night.

I took another step back from the window and closed my eyes, taking in a long breath and listening to them. I could hear the slap of skin, the needy whines, the grunts of effort. I turned, as if to look for my own wild man in the room. Finding nothing, no one, I ran and launched myself into the bed, snatching a pillow from the headboard and stuffing it beneath my hips.

I rutted against the cushion in time to their sounds, my forehead knotting. It was too soft. There was nothing to stretch open the place inside of me that ached the most. But soon I could feel it, just a little shimmery sweetness, faint compared to what I wanted. I didn’t stop until I came, half atop the bed, almost sobbing with frustration.

Outside they continued, the woman shouting with one high peak before slowly gasping her way to another. I panted against the bed cover, still wanting, still missing, and rose up on my elbows to start again, racing her to the next finish.

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