Page 19 of The Witch's Werewolf
The idea that he could hurt me in my most sensitive spot adds yet another layer of danger.
I never used to like danger. But I like Timber.
And he feels so good, I could go mad.
When that wicked tongue finds my clit, I grab on to the scruff of his thick neck and hold on for dear life.
My body trembles in its first spasm, and the pleasure quickly builds again as the beast continues to claim me with his mouth.
The pleasure is so intense that I scream out his name, triggering a howl from Timber that is purely, hauntingly wolfish.
I roll to my side as he scrambles away, writhing in pain.
What did I do?
But it wasn’t something I did.
Something is happening to him.
In awe, I watch the complete transformation. Timber’s fur grows thicker. His four limbs are fully canine now as he writhes and howls in pain. All but his eyes lose any semblance of humanity.
The wolf man is now just plain wolf.
My overspent brain pieces it together. On this night, at the full moon’s peak power, the wolf transformation is complete.
No more Monster of the Week. The werewolf is a terrifyingly beautiful, jet-black wolf that doesn’t belong in this world. Twice the size of a normal wolf and ten times as deadly.
Timber takes off into the night, leaving me spent and helplessly shattered on the ground.
Chapter
Five
Timber
“You’re both idiots.”
Finnegan glowers at me as we wait for our early morning tea to steep.
I remind him, “You forgot about the witch Alma. She was there too.”
The vampire leans over his custom kitchen island and stares me down so savagely, I can’t fathom what he’s thinking. “Leave her out of this. You’re lucky she’s not collateral damage to your escapades.”
“Escapades?”
Sometimes I don’t know how he can keep a straight face when he gets so high and mighty.
Finnegan’s hands are planted on the marble, “I told you to stay in.”
“You advised me to stay in. There’s a difference,” I reply.
My friend curses as he takes the bag from his bedtime tea and tosses it, then hands me my heavily caffeinated version. It’ssharp and extra strong, exactly what I need after the hunt that kept me awake all night.
It’s now the morning after the full moon, and I can feel the wolf inside begin to wane.
The wolf will be back tonight, but not in full form.
Hopefully, I hunted enough game to tide me over until next month.
