The Wolf Moon (an erotic paranormal romance) (The Wolf Ring) Read Online Free PDF

wanted him so badly, but she couldn’t
have him.
    Her palms
slipped over her breasts, and she found her nipples were hard with need. She
squeezed them between thumb and forefinger, and gasped at the resultant
pleasure that stabbed through her body, straight to her womb.
    She squeezed her
nipples again, hard and fast, then lowered one of her hands, sliding it across
the flat planes of her stomach, across her pubic hair, and to…
    A moan escaped
her. She was wet, so wet, just at the thought of
Graeme. She moistened the pad of her forefinger, thinking of him, his dark hair
and his deep blue eyes and the powerful muscles rolling beneath his sweaty,
damp skin as his spine arched and his hips jerked. She imagined the sound of
his voice, calling out helplessly as he shuddered, coming in a fierce surge as
her hand pumped the thick, veined length of his cock.
    She imagined
that cock inside her, pounding into her in a relentless, steady rhythm, and she
slid her finger higher.
    Her clit was swollen,
and the touch of her finger sent an aching throb through her. She writhed,
craving release so badly she thought she might go mad with the need. She teased
herself lightly, then began stroking more quickly and
firmly, driving herself toward the orgasm she needed. She imagined his body in
hers, his mouth on hers, his tongue against hers, and need built inside her.
    She ached with
need, so aroused she couldn’t stop. She kept stroking and stroking, trying to
assuage the ache, whimpering with a pleasure that was almost pain, because it
just wasn’t enough. Her finger was slick with her own cream, her pussy ached,
and her clit throbbed, and yet somehow, she couldn’t quite attain orgasm.
    At last she fell
back against the sweat-soaked sheets, gasping, almost crying with frustration.
She should have known she couldn’t satisfy herself, any more than he could
satiate his own desires.
    Now that they
were being pulled together by the power of the transforming magic, she needed
him. She couldn’t be completely satisfied until his huge cock was deep inside
her, filling her aching, wet body with thrust after hard thrust of his slick,
hot flesh. She couldn’t be satisfied until he fucked her like an animal.
    Ten days , she told herself. Ten more days .
    It sounded like
an eternity.

 
    *****

 
    By the next
evening, Graeme was through fighting.
    Something was
happening to him. He accepted that now. After Rhea had satisfied him last
night, he’d driven home, and instead of the gourmet dinner he’d planned, he’d
removed the steak from its plastic wrapper and eaten it raw. He hadn’t even
bothered with a knife and fork. He’d just bitten into it, ripped it apart with
his teeth, and devoured it hungrily.
    And strangely
enough, it had been the best meal he’d ever had.
    His bizarre
appetites, along with the itching, had finally convinced him that she was
right. Something was changing him. He was tempted to call John again, but he
was uncomfortably aware that a full listing of his symptoms would be likely to
cause John to suggest psychiatric observation. Itching was one thing. An
unconquerable lust for sex with a stranger and a peculiar craving for raw meat
were entirely another.
    He stood at the
window in his living room, basking in the moonlight, letting it wash over him.
It still made him itch, but in a strange way he didn’t mind as much, because
now he thought of it as a precursor to intense physical pleasure. He reached up
absently, touching the pendant he wore, and found that it was warm to the
touch, as if the moonlight had heated it somehow.
    His body was
just as warm as the pendant. He was burning, just as she’d said.
    The forest
called to him, and this time he didn’t try to resist. He wanted her. He wanted
all of her. Not just her hands or her mouth, but her glorious, curvaceous body.
    Something primal
was chanting at the back of his brain: Fuck
fuck fuck .
    That was what he
wanted. He wanted to fuck her.
    He needed to fuck