Page 108 of Charming Her Monsters

As I race through the forest half naked, the adage to be careful what you wish for buzzes in my mind. The berserker might forget his affection for me in the middle of a hunt—an act that will only feed his primal nature.

Fuck, what have I done? Have I put too much trust in them?

I push harder to run, but I’m already winded. Okay. Seriously, I need to do more cardio. I make a resolution that I will start tomorrow if I survive tonight. Sitting at a desk for hours on end has done little for my endurance. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a lot of endurance to keep up with my guys in bed or running with them in a forest.

A bone chilling howl cuts through the night air.Crap. If I didn’t know that was Arran, I would have pissed myself.

I’m reminded that even though my guys are sweet to me, they are apex predators guided by their primal natures.

Fear courses through me now. My adrenaline answers the call and races through my bloodstream, making my legs move faster than they have ever moved before.

A presence brushes against my mind—a spirit. It’s probably Osen, but I don’t have the time or energy to deal with him now. This is Arran’s experience. I shut down the intruder with a magical shield, partitioning my mind.

I’ll deal with it later.

I don’t even hear his footfalls, it’s his breathing that gives him away.

Daring a glance over my shoulder, I see it is, in fact, Arran’s massive and dangerous berserker form chasing after me.

His hard, swollen cock bounces menacingly with each stride. His knot is engorged and ready to lock inside me. I shiver at the sight.

What will it be like to experience it for real? Will it hurt? Will it make my body spasm over and over in bliss like the romance books suggest?

His claws swipe out and shred the back of my oversized sleep shirt. With another swipe, he tears the rest of the ruined shirt from my body. All I am left with now are my shoes and panties.

Like the klutz I am, I trip over a rock and fall on my side, knocking the air out of my lungs. The frantic excitement takes over my rational brain, and I scramble to get up.

My effort only makes me present my ass to my werewolf like a dang omega in heat. I might as well have served my pussy up on a platter.

Arran’s beast slices off my underwear and grabs my hips with his huge hands. He lifts my ass up and licks my throbbing pussy. His licks quickly turn to frenzied nipping and laving at my sex.

It has me moaning and whimpering into the damp leaves on the ground.

After he gets his fill of my taste, he drops me back to my knees and plunges his thick cock inside me all the way up to the hilt of his knot.

This is taking doggie style to a whole other level.

Thank goodness I’ve been stretched out recently. Otherwise, his sudden intrusion would have hurt a lot more than just the sting that quickly turns to pleasure.

His claws dig into my tender flesh without breaking it. My werewolf pulls back and slams home again, mindlessly seeking his bliss.

This will be an untamed fucking.

Part of me is more than a bit nervous. He might forget I’m a fragile, human woman, so I move to get away again.

His massive, furry body leans over and presses against my back. He growls a warning in my ear.

I glance over my shoulder and see his golden eyes, wild and glowing with unbridled lust.

One paw-like hand takes hold of my entire full breast, which is an accomplishment in itself.

The beast ruts into me again, hard and fierce.

He pinches my nipple with his sharp claws, sending a fire to my clit. Somehow I know that it is Arran. He’s breaking through and adding a bit of his own intention.

Knowing my Arran is here with me alongside his beast makes this whole experience more fulfilling and powerful. My arousal slicks my passage for his intense thrusts.

“Fuck,” I shout, while the knot hits against my outer pussy, sending me straight toward a climax cliff.

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