Page 139 of Rescued By the Beast
The thought makes my cock swell inside my knickers.
She continues eating, each bite of food seeming to be a pleasure in itself, but the sounds of her moans tease me in a way that makes me think of other ways to make her moan.
"Mmm..." she murmurs with her eyes closed, this time taking a sip of wine, her throat exposed as she turns the glass.
My body responds instantly. I want her more than anything else.
"If you keep moaning like that, Kitten, you'll end up with me inside you." My voice comes out rough, laden with desire.
"Oh, really?" She slides the glass to the side, leaving it on the blanket. Then she leans on her elbows, tilting her body back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she slowly spreads her legs. "Then it's a good thing I'm not wearing knickers."
Her dress slides slowly down her thighs, rising as she opens her legs, giving me a perfect view of where I want to be. My cock throbs painfully inside my trousers, and I run my tongue over my lips, torn between diving in or simply burying myself inside her at once.
But then, a noise in the forest makes me freeze.
My instincts go on alert in the same second. I sniff the air, a growl rising in my chest as I catch the scent of a supernatural being charged with rage.
It's getting closer.
Before Sandra can react, I throw myself on top of her, my body expanding as the beast takes control. With the remnants of my fae magic, the transition is magical, and in the blink of an eye, I am in my beast form. I wrap one arm around her waist and propel myself forward, running before the intruder can reach us.
"Mark!" Sandra shouts, clinging to my neck.
Then the voice comes from behind, laden with magic.
"Stop."
The command vibrates inside my head, and my legs falter for a second. Shit. My fae essence is weak. I wasn't prepared for this, my guard down, and this son of a bitch caught me off guard.
But I'm not that easy to subdue.
I fight against the mental persuasion, forcing my mind to erect a wall against his control. I can't falter. I can't give in. My body explodes into motion, and I shoot back towards the protective barrier of the cabin.
When I get about three metres away from it, I jump, holding Sandra tightly in my arms, but moments before I can get through it, a gust of wind hits me and blows me backwards. Far away.
Magic doesn't ricochet...
Damn, the protective seal that Balthazar placed on us has already broken.
I manage to turn in the air, landing on my feet with my body facing the forest, Sandra clinging to me with her legs and arms.
That's when I see him.
A man with silver hair and lead-coloured eyes stares at us, panting from running after us.
"Luther?" Sandra murmurs when she sees him too.
Damn. I know that name.
And now that I see him clearly, I recognise that face too.
He's the changeling I rejected to join the company, and from what Ted told me, he's working for the competition.
Where does Sandra know him from?
And more importantly, what is this bastard doing attacking us?
His gaze narrows, sliding from me to Sandra with an expression of pure disgust.
