Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse)
tremble in his
legs increase.
    She delved down him one last time, and his
core shook. His groan rumbled through her. His cock jerked in her
mouth. His hips jolted forward. Salty cum shot over her tongue.
Sarah swallowed but not fast enough. Rivulets of cum ran down her
cheeks, mixing with her tears.
    Sarah looked up into those green eyes. Their
color had deepened. The passion that shone there not only remained,
but it burned hotter.
    Sarah lifted her arm to wipe her face
clean.
    "Leave it,” he said.
    She obeyed. Tension still crackled in the air
between them. His chains were still pulled taut at his side. The
ache inside her had lessened but the sense of emptiness remained.
Their momentary gratification had resolved nothing. This was far
from over.
    Sarah didn’t rise to her feet. Instead she
shuffled backwards, until her back rested against the far wall. She
pulled her knees into her chest. Emotions tumbled wildly inside
her, one after another. Using her arms as a pillow, she rested her
head.
    She didn’t need to look up to know that the
creature was still looking at her. She could feel its gaze, hard
and merciless, on her. It went against everything that she thought
she knew about herself, but Sarah found that she actually liked
being the focus of this creature’s attention. She was too tired to
reason out why. Excuses and explanations could wait until
morning.
    "Go ahead and sleep. But come back to me
tomorrow night,” he said. His voice was softer, much softer than
before, though no less sure.
    Sarah nodded. Then she closed her eyes and
fell asleep under the comforting blanket of his stare.
     
     

 
     
    Grant opened his eyes. The familiar ache in
his arms burned a path to down his chest. It was barely dawn. A
pale hazy light bathed the stables. The sun probably hadn’t even
peeked up above the horizon. He could hear the rustle of animals
just beginning to wake in their stalls.
    He slipped his hands from the oversized rings
above his head and rubbed at the deep red marks on his wrists where
the unforgiving metal had bit into his skin. Even after all this
time, it still amazed him that his change was so pronounced. If
anything he was growing bigger.
    Grant glanced at the wall. The bolts still
held but just barely. Cement dust littered the floor of the stall,
evidence that he had strained the emergency system to its limits.
He would have to reinforce the wall, maybe switch out the chains
for a higher gauge. But they had held, and in the end that was all
that mattered.
    It was the first thing that he had changed
when he bought the ranch. He had only been caught out in the open
once before when the change had come upon him, and he would be
damned before he let that happen again. If any of the ranch hands
had found the manacles and chains that he hid in here they had kept
their discovery to themselves. He didn’t care what anyone thought,
just so long as they never found out the truth.
    Grant twisted at the waist, pulling his arm
across his chest, trying to stretch some of the soreness from the
muscles. He froze.
    She was here. Sarah McIntire.
    She was still curled up in the small ball
that she’d tucked herself into last night.
    Last night.
    The memory came back to him as swiftly as a
punch to the gut. Looking down on that ruffle of her honey hair
bobbing up and down on him. The sound of her taking him in. The
feel of her....
    Dear god, the feel of it. It had been like
nothing before.
    Because he had never let it happen before. He
never let himself be around women when the moon was nearing full.
He could feel the change coming on him a few days before the
creature inside him reared its ugly head. He looked at things
differently. His senses became keener.
    And Grant acted appropriately. He took
precautions.
    But, not last night. He should have known
from the moment that Dr. Sarah McIntire had stepped out of that
truck that it wouldn’t end well. Had he been in his right mind he
would have forced her back in to the
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