Page 89 of How to Seduce a Slender

Melody panted for air, blood soaking into her flesh as Persephone worked down her back. Her legs immediately bowed. Like a back needing the crack, Melody wanted to transform. It itched to get out. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The needle was at her thighs, and she felt the delicious rush of fur growing out of her flesh. Her world spun as her legs were stitched back into place. A lonely, wounded howl filled the cabin. Melody arched backward, off the table as Persephone crouched next to her ankles.So close.And then…

Melody was whole again.

Tossing her head back, her howl filled the realm. It shook the herbs over her head. Her body felt too confined in the hut. She needed to get out…

“I need to run.”

Persephone swept an arm to the side and Melody was out the door. Her back cracked. Delicious relief flooded her bloodstream. Tongue spilling out the side of her mouth, Melody flew off the porch, through the air, and down into the trees. She wasmassive.Melody didn’t remember being that big. Running on just her two legs, fluffy arms pumping to her side, she felt her muzzle extend. Fangs bared, nose wet, and three eyes flashing open, she was in a world of red. Fabulous, wonderous,gloriousred. She dropped onto all fours, claws tearing into the earth. Trees ripped past her as she flew through the forest at speeds she’d never been able to reach before. Her tail snapped trees in half as it whipped back and forth.

Thank fuck!Melody’s blood ran hot as she skittered around a bend, and she hightailed it back toward the hut. Heart thundering in her chest, she raced even faster. Her body clicked back into place like it’d never been without it. A whole soul. A complete Melody. A full werewolf. She howled to the suns over her head and watched the trees shiver.

Then she came to a skidding halt before the cabin. Persephone, the gorgeous woman, stood on the porch next to Dahlia and Smith again. Melody sat on her haunches and was still tall enough to set her massive wolfie head on the porch. Persephone beamed, ruffling her muzzle. “That’s a good wolfie, not very little anymore, but good nonetheless.”

Melody panted for air, her massive tongue flopped out on the porch. It steamed, leaving plumes of heat dancing off the porch.

“Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, Witch of the Woods,” Smith spoke with the least cordial tone in his voice that Melody had ever heard. She beamed from ear to fluffy ear.

“Lovely talking with you all. Now, Hungry One, don’t be a stranger. We should have tea.”

“I would rather bite into a razor-filled apple.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Persephone wiggled her brows at Dahlia who scowled with deep hatred. The two climbed onto Melody’s scalp, sinking down into her fur. Persephone stroked Melody’s muzzle again. “Wolfie, that blood sucker in the woods. Remember, she can’t control you like she does her beasts, that leash is inmyhands. But the things she has in her grasp. No matter what they look like, they are nothing but dead things. And you cannot change that. They aredeadthings. Now, off you go, I’ve got kingdoms to burn, realms to destroy, souls to steal… Ta!”

Melody couldn’t help the lopsided grin on her face. Persephone’s words didn’t sink into her skull as she pulled away from the hut on chicken legs and walked back through the trees. A looming red castle stared them down. But as she walked through the trees, the blurrier the world grew. Soon, all the red bled out of her eyes and when she blinked it away, they were in front of a crackling fire.

Sebastian dropped to his knees in front of Dahlia, placing Moonpie as a sacrifice in her lap. She exhaled heavily, scooping him and the flowered feline in her arms.

Melody blinked in hopes of clearing the haze from her eyes. She tried to move, but something was wrong.

At first there was panic.

Then recognition as a hunger unlike anything she’d experience before awakened in her…and it wasn’t food she wanted. Melody sat up in Smith’s lap, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. Smith’s hands brushed along her waist and set her soul a blaze. Her chest clenched tight as well as other important parts of her anatomy. Melody glanced down to her lap. A delicate hum started deep in her core that grew louder as Smith sat up with her. He tightened his arms around her. “Are you alright?”

Melody could feel her fangs itching to sink into something, and gods she wanted it to be him. Inhaling deep was hard when her thighs clenched involuntarily. Her toes curled. Even her clit was desperate, begging him to dive underneath her skirt.

Oh right…the venom.An unhinged, feral desire to toss her Slender to the floor and ravage him for all the smoke tendrils he could provide and orgasms that left her breathless filled her entire being. Melody’s claws bit into the fabric and she gasped. Recoiling her hands to her chest, she glanced at Smith, pressing up against her. “Venom.”

“Right,” Smith cleared his throat, hoisting her from the seat. “Melody and I will be taking our leave for a moment to…er…process things.”

“Smith, we should really talk about—” but Dahlia was cut off as Sebastian’s palm covered her lips.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Sebastian’s cool, calm tone told Melody he knew the violent, horny feelings radiating of her were beyond urgent. Instead, he directed his beak to Dahlia. “Besides, I’d like to talk to my dearest alone.”

“Perfect,” Smith wheezed, whisking the limp, gooey Melody from the room. She barely caught the sound of whispers as Dahlia huffed something to Sebastian only to be made to shut up with a kiss. Smith barely got her outside the doors of the library before a low moan spilled from her lips. He chuckled, hugging her close to his chest as he booked it around the bend of the house.

Her nipples ached. Her cunt throbbed. Her skin burned just as he said it would. She threw her head back, panting for air harder as if she’d strained herself.

Then Smith passed the threshold for the room and the hungry wolf in her broke out. Melody shoved herself from his arms, grabbed him by the lapels of his suit, andtossed him onto the bed with enough force that he skipped across the duvet and into the pillows.Melody kicked the door shut, rattling the walls with the force of it. Smith sat up on his elbows and the werewolf swore he looked shocked. Melody grabbed the edge of her sundress and tugged it up and off her body.

“Sweet girl,” Smith breathed, crawling backward to sit up against the headboard. Melody grinned, crawling up to the base of the bed toward him.

“‘Sweet girl’ me all you want, Slender. If you’re not naked by the time I get to you, you’re about to lose a snazzy suit.” Her ego grew ten times as shadow tendrils ripped through the bed and undressed him in a heartbeat. By the time she straddled his waist, he was grabbing for her. “Does it make me wicked?”

“Does what?” He tugged her closer so that her hands fell to his shoulders. His vibrations rolled through her.

“I don’t want to be gentle,” she growled, stealing his mouth in a nasty kiss. Both their teeth, her fangs to his shark’s teeth, clashed and clanged as she pressed him into the headboard hard. It was a bad idea, and she’d probably regret it later, but she sank onto him. The sting and strain of pressing him inside, after her body adjusted back, was a glorious burn. Melody ripped from his mouth, tossing her head back. Warmth rolled down her body. His lips snatched up her nipples, leaving her hissing at the delightful pain. It was refreshing after everything. To feel his fingers bury into her body.Her whole body.Feeling them trace where the seam once had been and find her without a trace of it. She was her full self again.

Smith bucked up into her, closing what little space there had been between them. He popped off one of her nipples, his teeth tracing her jugular. “Not wicked at all, probably will regret it later, as your ass with bevery sore…”

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