Page 12 of Red

But if only the world could see her through my eyes, they would understand.

There’s a blowing sound coming from the bathroom that means she’s now drying her hair, I guess. When she’s finished, she moves into herroom, lies down on the bed, and I can hear book pages turning.

She’s still very much titillated, though.

And so am I.

Unsure how much time passes, I suddenly detect a vibration pattern. I don’t recognize the noise, so I jump to my feet and curiously peep inside, only to discover it’s her new dirty toy, which I’ve already managed to forget about, considering everything else going on.

With lights dimmed, she lays naked in the middle of the mattress, her legs splayed andthe thingin her hand.

I know she’s not about to use it on herself right now!

Oh, but she is.

The smell of her excitement hits my nostrils and wanders straight to my core. She licks the device, saturating its full length with her saliva, before directing it between her tights. Her back arches and her eyelids shut at the contact. She first drags it over her slick lips, then teases her clit, and finally, inserts it.

That’s the moment I lose my fucking mind.

I duck down under the doorframe and step inside to get a better look. As I keep staring, I start jacking off, ravenous like a true monster,unbothered whether I drag any attention.

She begins to fuck herself with the toy. And her beautiful moans fill the room, a symphony to my ears together with her wetness. Oh, she’d sound even sexier if it was me rutting inside her. Though, this vibrating thing is doing a better job than her own fingers or shower head, that’s for certain.

I rub the pad of my thumb over my leaking with precum tip, spreading the moisture, and I continue to match my strokes with her thrusts.

She uses her free hand to squeeze her breast while she plays with her clit some more. When she plunges back inside her tiny hole again, my control slips and I grunt loudly.

Her eyes zero in on me.

It takes her a moment to process the image in front of her—my figure taking up the entire doorway, yellow eyes glowing in the dark, hard wolf cock in my hand. What a romantic story to tell our future children.

At last, she screams in terror, leaping out of bed. She throwsthe thingat me, which I don’t bother to dodge, and it bounces off my chest to land somewhere on the floor by her nightstand. Still completely naked, she rushes to the sliding door and…

Runs.

FUCK!

I immediately chase after her—because of course I do—on all fours in full predator mode. I’m not using my superhuman speed to give her at least a little chance. Though, the truth is that I do it only for myself. It’s even more fun that way, and I relish every second of it.

Her erratic breathing pattern, tiny bare feet thumping against the ground with each stride, and her heart pounding in her chest are the only noises around but the complete stillness of the night. Perhaps it’s just the adrenaline pumping through her veins, but she’s actually quite fast for someone with her height.

I wonder whether she’d stop if she knew how badly this excites me.

I catch up to her in the orchard, sooner than I want, yet I also can’t drag it for too long.

I pin her down as I mount her from the rear with my palms wrapped securely around her wrists—her chest flat on the ground, pelvis high in the air. My jaws open wide between the back of her neck, grazing the skin enough to send a warning, but never harming her.

“Stop running,” I tell her, my voice raw and unhuman.

She reacts to hearing me speak with a gasp, immobilized beneath my body. And her sweet fragrance is tainted with a slight bitterness that could only mean fear.

She should be scared of me.

Yet, she continues to be stimulated; there’s no mistaking the bouquet she exudes.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

“Kill you?” I echo. “No, I could never hurt you. But you must stay still.”

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