"Amanda."
His voice was hoarse, rumbling through her, making her belly quiver, her skin tingle. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to ward off the chill that ran through her.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked. He sat up, resting his hands between his legs, but she saw his cock grow to attention. Felt the hunger that grew within her at the sight of it.
She wanted him in the worst way, even though she knew it was probably a mistake. This man would bring her nothing but trouble. He was a freak, a strange man on the run, maybe even a fucking werewolf for God's sake.
None of it made sense.
"I should ask you the same question," she finally said. With tentative steps, she approached him, then stopped when she stood just in front of him, her crotch at the same level as his face.
Dane tipped back his head, those gorgeous lips parted, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His shoulders appeared bigger, the muscles in his arms more defined by the light of the moon, and she yearned to touch him. Wanted to smooth her hands over his skin, feel his blood and heart pulse beneath her touch.
So she did. She bent forward, rested her hands on his bare shoulders, released the tiniest sigh at their flesh making contact. His eyes slid closed, his mouth tightening as if he restrained himself, and her hands moved, gauging the width of his shoulders with her fingers.
"I can smell you." His voice was a harsh whisper and she had to strain to hear it. "You fill my head and I can't get you out of it."
"Why are you naked on my back porch?" She had to ask, didn't think he would give her a proper answer.
Dane's eyes opened and his steady gaze met hers. "I think you know why."
"I don't believe you." She didn't want to believe him. It was too scary to think it true.
He shrugged. "Believe what you want to, Amanda. Though I think you know the truth, deep down inside."
"I can't think about that right now." She shook her head.
His hands were suddenly at her hips, his palms hot and hard and curving around to cup her panty-clad ass. "I don't want you to think about anything but you and me, us fucking all night long. It's going to happen, Amanda. It's going to happen right now unless you run back to your bedroom and lock the door. You should, you know?"
"I don't want to." And she didn't.
Dane sighed and leaned in even closer, so his face hovered just in front of her crotch. A surge of moisture filled her panties and she wanted to die of mortification.
If he said he smelled her earlier, surely he could smell her now.
"Hmmm." His eyes slid closed again and he pressed his face against her pussy, his breath hot and moist against the barrier of her cotton panties.
She clutched at his shoulders, held on to him as if an anchor. Surely if she let go she would slither to the floor into a pool of lust. His nose nuzzled at her, his teeth nibbling at the fabric and the tender skin beneath, and she jumped, startled.
And incredibly aroused.
"I want to taste you, Amanda. I want to lick your creamy cunt. I want to fuck you with my cock. I want you to suck my cock." His eyes opened yet again and he stared up at her, all serious intent and lustful want. "I don't normally fuck human women."
She shivered. This man was a complete animal. Truly. She wanted him so badly she thought she might die from it.
"I don't normally fuck animals," she said in reply, making him chuckle against her sex.
Out of nowhere, his fingers tore at the fabric, leaving her panties in shreds on the ground, her most intimate place laid bare for him to see. To touch. To taste.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his tongue sneaking out to lick.
Her eyes closed at the sensation, her hands moving to clutch his hair.
Ready to enjoy the first sex she'd experienced in two years.
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