Page 21 of The Monster's Desire

I think it’s super weird, but I also know shifters, and this is nothing for them. Just another Tuesday or whatever day of the week it is.

“Someone needs to slice me open farther.” My skin is already attempting to stitch itself back together. I know from experience that it hurts way worse if you have to cut the new skin open immediately after healing.

George stumbles back a step, making Jenny roll her eyes. “I’ve got you.” She shifts her hand into claws.

“No,” the alpha growls. “I’ll handle this.” His giant cock swings as he steps forward, and I focus my magic on the still dying wolf rather than the impressive alpha package.

My magic aches to stroke it, and that’s so mind-bogglingly inappropriate that I blush furiously in response.

Thank God shifters aren’t telepathic. That would just make this disaster even more awkward.

Alphas can communicate with their pack through the pack bond, but I’m not a part of his pack, so I’m golden.

So good.

Extremely fine, despite the fact I’m getting light-headed.

The alpha presses his massive frame into my body from behind. I’m much shorter than him, so my ass brushes his thighs as he curves around my back. His large, rough hand slides under my forearm as his warm breath hits my neck.

My lungs stop working at the feeling of his muscular body pressed against mine.

This issonot the time.

Wolves have notoriously good senses of smell. The last thing I need is to fill the air with the scent of my pussy. Hell, wolf noses are probably so sensitive that they can pick up my pheromones in the air with no actual arousal needed.

Nope, not today, forces of evil...pick someone else to screw with.

I glance up at him over my shoulder as aching discomfort sizzles across my tender flesh. My magic immediately floods my system, offering a fair bit of pain relief.

The alpha moves to my other arm and raises an eyebrow.

I nod my confirmation, and he slices that skin too.

I gasp as his claw rakes over the healing flesh. My knees wobble at the visceral feeling of hot lava being poured over the wound.

“What happened?” He rumbles out the words in his deep, growly tone.

My body sways as I lean into him for support.

“You got the healing skin,” I hiss through my teeth. “That always hurts a thousand times worse.”

The alpha wolf simply nods.

Black smoke eventually disperses away from Brock. His heart begins to thump in a slow, but steady, rhythm. His eyes fly open, and Jenny falls to her knees at his side. Once my shadows fully curve away from his middle, Jenny gasps.

“He’s completely healed,” she says in a tone that indicates it’s an accusation. “You said you’re not a healer.”

“She’s not.” The alpha snorts a derisive laugh. “Is he safe to move?”

I give a shaky nod.

“If I pass out, can one of you tote me to my car?” I try to point, but my arm shakes wildly. “I think it’s like fifty yards, or so, that way. I’d rather not wake up alone in the dark woods. There are snakes.”

The alpha swipes a hand over his face, shaking his head at something. He curses behind his fist.

It’s incredibly distracting, because he really is a delicious specimen of pure male perfection.

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