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tossing him to the ground like a rag doll, and the giant black beast stood over her , his genitalia fully erect and terrifyingly human paired with his monstrous body. She whimpered and struggled to open her eyes, even though part of her was fascinated by his size and ferocity. She wanted to touch him, take him in her mouth, and accept him into her body even as she wanted to push him away.
    Her body was betraying her, desire rising so swiftly within her breast that almost anything or anyone would suffice. What had Richard done to her? What had he turned her into? Panic consumed her to the point that it was difficult to draw a breath.
    The cool breeze whispered over her once more and soothed her nerves. And this time when she whimpered, it wasn’t with distress but with need. She knew her body. Knew the heaviness in her breasts and the sensitivity of her nipples would only increase until she found release. Even as she had the thought, a mouth closed over her right nipple, a warm tongue lapping at the peaked bud until she couldn’t help but press her body upward. The tongue flicked rapidly and teeth nipped erotically until she almost came from that alone. Somewhere in the foggy haze of her brain, she wondered why the black wolf’s teeth hadn’t damaged her. They’d felt decidedly human.
    The heat in her body increased until she was sure she’d burst into flame, and she cried out as her body sought some kind of relief.
    “I can soothe your pain, Phillipa,” a voice said inside her head.
    His words slithered across her skin like silk and she found she wanted him to say more. His voice was an aphrodisiac, a pure baritone that would make the angels weep with wonder.
    “I have made the angels weep. For they fear me and shudder when my name is spoken. But you do not. You open your mind and body to me as if you already belonged to me. And I find this pleases me greatly.”
    He pressed an intimate kiss between her thighs and groaned in ecstasy as he drank her sweet nectar. His tongue was amazing different than Richard longer, and it seemed to touch her everywhere at once, sending her body into rapture with every swipe.
    Phillipa found the strength to move her arms and grasped his head with her hands. His hair was thick and long and soft between her fingers as she gripped him tightly and thrust her hips against him. Shudders wracked her body as she came in a flood against his mouth.
    He slid up her body, coarse hairs tickling her skin until they were lined up like two pieces of a puzzle. Her hands moved from his head to his shoulders, a part of her mind still acknowledging that this man was a stranger, though her body was already filling with the overwhelming heat once more, and her hips cradled the hardness that rested against her cleft.
    She forced her eyelids open and stared into the blackest eyes she’d ever seen as if they were made from darkness itself. They were exotic and slightly tilted at the corners, and she thought his thick black lashes should look overly feminine, but they didn ’ t. Staring into his eyes was like looking into nothingness. She remembered the words of Sir Harry. A soulless beast.
    Phillipa was terrified, but somehow aroused in equal measure. Giving herself to this man, if he even was a man, would change her life forever. There would be no going back if she let him inside her.
    “I can feel your heat, Phillipa. It calls to me, and I can’t help but answer.”
    He nudged her folds with his cock and she gasped for breath at the intimate touch. He didn’t go any further and she lifted her hips to him to nudge him closer.
    “I know what you’re feeling right now,” he whispered. “Your mind is in a dream. Your body feels as if it’s about to catch flame, and your pussy is drenched with an unspoken yearning. You need release, but your movements are slow, your limbs weighed down by an unseen force.”
    “Mmm,” she moaned in acquiescence. He pushed against her a little more and the head of his