Page 6 of Ghouls and Girth
She straightens her spine and ignores the male.
“May we stay for yoga?”she asks.
Fuck.The desperation hidden within her polite request nearly drops me to my knees.
For the first time in ages, I waver.My mouth speaks before I can control it.
“Do you have a mat?”I ask.
She chews the inside of her lip.I bite back a growl.
The curvy country queen would look amazing with her lip trapped between my brother’s teeth as I take her from behind.
Thoughts of Umar smack me into the present.She cannot join the yoga class.She must leave.Now.I open my mouth to correct the situation, but she shoves her hand into her pocket, shifting the waistband of her jean shorts dangerously low on her hip.Her belt buckle digs into the softness of her belly.
“I can buy a mat for anyone who wants to join, if you have them for sale,” she insists.
Fucking hell on earth, her exposed midriff fills my mind with lewd thoughts.I want to flex my fingers into her hips and bury my face in the soft roundness of her stomach while my brother exposes more of her smooth flesh.
“Are you tryin’ to embarrass us?You ain’t done yoga a day in your life.Let’s go.”
When the younger male hooks his arm around her waist and yanks her away from her friend, a red haze falls over my vision.
I stop myself from gouging out his entrails at the last second and instead grab the front of his shirt, yank him away from my female, and shove him so hard he pinwheels and lands flat on his back on the pavement.
Leaving the idiot starfished on the ground and fighting for breath, I angle my body toward the blonde and gesture toward the gift shop with a slight bow.
“We have over eight colors to choose from,” I say.
The guttural rumble in my voice barely hides the low growl my ghoul demands I release.
He isn’t satisfied with a mere shove of the puny human, but knowing our female plans to stay eases his angst.
Not ours.
She must leave.I can’t believe I let the situation get so out of hand.My alpha instincts have never dictated my human form for anything but feeding before.
I failed my brother.I vowed to make her leave but instead follow her and her friends—sans the older couple and the humiliated man-child—toward the gift shop.
When I realize I can’t peel my stare from the delicious sway of her ass, I burst another wrist boil with my talon and lengthen my stride, pinching my cock with my trouser seams.The pain sharpens my mind as the breeze clears my nostrils of her pheromones.
I’ll ensure she places her mat as far away from my brother as possible, then usher her and her friends off the premises as soon as the class is over.
I must.Umar’s sanity relies on me.My life is at stake.We’d never survive rutting, marking, and losing another female.
We have too much to lose to claim the curvy little country bumpkin.
No matter how tempting she may be.
Chapter 3
Umar
Alarm spears through me as my brother’s displeasure batters my back.Half a second later, understanding dawns as the bitch with The Sight and her three friends scamper around the corner of the viewing pool and begin unrolling brand new yoga mats.
The whore seals her fate when she bends down and flashes an obscene amount of cleavage at the entire group.
Mine.
