Page 19 of The Hellhound's Mate
For just a moment, I considered drawing the bunny and the wolf. Would that speak to anyone else? I wasn’t even sure why it spoke to me. Well, I could always paint it and decide what to do with it afterward. I sketched the exact scene I’d envisioned and Saph had helped me realize. They were under the willow tree, in the shadows, scant moonlight would reveal just enough to titillate. A tight grip on a straining cock. Claws threatening.
“The dildos at the gallery are a good idea, I think,” Saph rumbled from behind me. I spun around to see his fiery eyes glance up from my cock to my face. “Hopefully, they’ll wait to use them until they get home.”
I set my pencil down and cozied up to him, looping a leg around his thigh and pressing my cock into the fur of his groin. His cock slid out, wetting mine, as his big hand palmed by ass and pulled me in closer.
“I feel set free,” I told him. “I don’t know why.”
“Someone saw. Someone knows.”
I smiled, relieved that he understood. “And she approves.”
Saph nodded, his fingers combing through my damp hair. “I’ve never had this either and I… I mean to keep you, Ambrose.”
I shivered as those words burrowed to the core of me. “Saph, I’m falling in love with you, so I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiled for just a second before he kissed me thoroughly, his claws against my scalp and squeezing my ass. I felt claimed and necessary and didn’t hesitate to let him hold me against the wall and rut on me. He was deep kisses and growls and snarling teeth, and I was weak with how much I needed his attention on me like this. A litany ofkeep me, keep me, keep mekept running through my mind until we came on each other yet again.
Saph picked me up and carried me down to his basement shower to clean off one more time, dried each other, and then he cuddled me up on his bed.
“You’re done for the day,” he rumbled in my ear as he wrapped himself around me.
I didn’t disagree.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
I made a mistake.
Still absolutely high from the night before, I’d spent the day painting like a mad man. Saph had had to stop me more than once for bathroom breaks and food, and then I went right back to it. But I’d grown frustrated by not being able to capture moonlight through willow branches on my own and needed references.
I marched outside. Alone.
Taking photos went well. The moon was full and the sky was clear, so I could get selfies showing how the willow leaves left shadows across my face and body. It was exactly what I’d needed to see to improve my painting.
“Hello.”
And that was when I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to go outside alone because of the ghouls. Ghouls like the one parting the tree’s branches to stand within the open space beneath the willow with me.
I was frozen where I stood as I took in his appearance. He didn’t look like a zombie with rotting flesh, but there was a greenish tint to his coloring that said he wasn’t well. His eyes were clouded, and he twitched like nerve endings were misfiring.He wore a dark suit with a white shirt that was stained like it had been… Well, like it had been on a decaying corpse before this creature put it on. That was probably the source of the putrid smell, too.
And as I coughed from the scent of him, I remembered that Saph had said the best thing I could do was run away. Run fast.
I turned, prepared to sprint back to the house, only to get myself tangled in willow branches. I panicked! The branches grabbed at me like a million spindly fingers pulling at my clothes and skin like something out of a nightmare. I flailed and screamed, absolutely unable to?—
“Gods, man, calm down! I just want totalk.”
That gave me pause for a couple of reasons. First, I hadn’t thought of ghouls as being intelligent creatures. I wasn’t sure why I’d assumed they would be animalistic, but clearly, I’d been wrong. Second, they just wanted to talk to me?
Heart pounding and hands shaking from that burst of adrenaline, I made myself turn back and look at him. “Wh-who are you?”
“Bozboq Kurdix.”
“Bozboq?”
“Yep.”
I nodded and tried to calm my breathing. “Why do you want to talk to me?”
