Page 10 of Howl You Doin?
Normally, I would want to put a bullet in Vlad for being a fuckhead and causing me to leave the castle so soon in the first place, but none of that was his fault either.
I expected that operations would falter when I left, but assumed Allan would take the reins and keep everything running smoothly until my return. The chef’s concern echoes in my head, and I realize I will need to reach out to the rest of the employees. The satanic female could be speaking bullshit, but better safe than sorry.
My bare feet don’t make a sound against the dark-stained oak flooring I insisted be brought back to its former glory as I hurry across the expanse of the main level. I listen a moment and check for any footsteps before I bound up the steps of the north tower, eager to reach my bedroom and a hefty bottle of brandy.
Chapter 3
Connor O’Doyle
Sweet dreams are made of these.
Breasts bounceand sway above me, the beautiful swaying flesh of a woman with dark hair flying behind her.
I thrust my cock deeper inside of the temptress, going along for the ride while the question of how I got into this situation niggles at my brain. I ignore the thought when she slides down on my dick the next moment, moaning with pleasure. Large berry-colored nipples beg for my attention, jumping in front of me and making me groan in ecstasy. I pull one into my mouth, eliciting a cry from my lover as her body quakes and shudders above me. She’s close.
Thick thighs seize around me the next instant when I angle my cock to rub her center, forcing my head against her G-spot. Once more and she comes undone. She tilts her head to look at me, and I finally get a clear look at the woman’s face.
Horror washes over me the next instant as she smiles wickedly, and her tight cunt squeezes my cock. No no no!
“Where were you?” Her mouth moves weirdly, her voice coming out strange and high-pitched.What the fuck? “Where were you?” she asks again, working down on my dick.
One more tight plunge inside her and I lose all sense.
I come awake, gasping for breath with panic thundering in my chest. What the hell?
Minutes later, I step out of the shower, calm just out of reach because my subconscious has ruined my day. I just had a wet dream about a woman who sends revulsion rolling through me. The images of Whitley undone and quaking on my cock replay in my mind, making me stiffen once more.
“Bollocks.”
What the hell is happening? I fucked two women just a month ago, but I can’t even recall either of their faces. Not withherstench permeating the castle. I thought the smell was some trick two weeks ago, since I could practically see the pheromones coming off her in waves. Now, her scent is different, softer somehow, but the need is still there, as strong as ever. Fuck.
My overall annoyance increases when I reach my closet and see it in disarray. I will need to move finding a suitable cleaning crew for the supernatural up my to-do list, but I can almost hear Vlad whining at the suggestion.
I wrap a towel around my waist as I fume and take in the rest of the room. My gaze travels over the ornate headboard of my bed, the leather ottoman that I paid a ransom for, and the walls that are painted a deep navy, offsetting the cream-colored ceiling and carpet. A drawer still sits open on the large dresser, the same one I left open when I made the mad dash to grab my shit before hurrying to save Vlad from the vet clinic. My lips curl up into a small smile at the memory as I close it, only to turn down once again at the sounds of someone speaking in the hallway.
The entire wing should be vacant except for this suite.
Laughter echoes and I immediately recognize that annoying voice. I shuffle toward the door while gripping the edge of my towel. What in the fuck isshedoing in this wing?
Swinging my door wide, I stomp toward her, and I get a little thrill at the gasp she emits. Whitley drops her phone to her side as her amber eyes go wide. My nostrils flare when she blinks, before her gaze levels to my waist and her jaw drops. The last thing I need is this woman staring at my dick.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl.
Her gaze hardens as she clamps her mouth shut, making my cock jump to attention. This was a mistake.
“Why are you not in the kitchen?” I ask, wishing I had put on clothing.
Her jaw drops again.
“Are you trying to catch flies with that thing or what?” I gesture at her mouth, waiting for her to explode.
“I swear, you are the biggest asshole I have ever met,” Whitley bites out.
“Yes. We’ve established what you think.”
I shake my head, then turn on my heel. I need to get dressed before she notices the predicament that’s currently unfolding under my towel.
“I’m just the biggest asshole ever,” I say, tossing the words over my shoulder in the best feminine voice I can muster. Laughter pulls at the corners of my eyes at the outrage darkening her features. “You need new lines, sweet cheeks.”
