Page 54 of The Monster's Desire

“Try it and find out.” With that, he releases his hold. He crosses his arms over his bare chest. He’s not a hairy guy, considering he turns into a wolf on a regular basis, but damn, do I ever want to trace that happy trail.

I’m still in my dress from yesterday? Today? I have no idea, and at this point, I don’t really care. I take several steps, swaying my hips as seductively as possible.

“I think I’ll just head back to your bed.” I wink over my shoulder as I hit the door that leads to the living room.

Ridge’s low chuckle fills the air, but I keep moving. The wood is cool under my feet as I scan the room.

I have two options.

I can make it easy, or I can give his wolf a little thrill by making it fun.

The door out of the house is on the right. Without letting myself think it through too fully, I make a break for it.

ChapterEighteen

Nadia

The door isn’t locked when I try the handle.

I slip out without bothering to close it quietly.

He has supernatural speed. There’s zero chance I’ll make this escape without him catching me, but that only ratchets my enjoyment higher.

The grass isn’t wet with dew yet. The moon is high in the sky and full enough to cast a warm glow.

Ridge lives in the middle of the forest, which I probably should have seen coming.

I’m just inside the tree line when I hear the stomping of his feet across the wooden porch. My wrap dress flaps as I jog through the underbrush, ducking and weaving to avoid branches.

I can’t call my witch light, because that would draw him right to me.

Yanking the tie on my dress, I slide out of it as I move. My shadows rise, taking the dress and floating off in the opposite direction.

Ha, take that wolf super senses.

Hopefully, it’ll buy me a little extra time.

Adrenaline pumps through my system, making my hands shake as I scan the forest floor, trying to keep from stepping on something that would hurt. My magic is fairly sure I’m not about to step on any poisonous snakes or randomly stumble into a black widow’s web.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Ridge’s deep voice echoes all around me. “Oh, little witch. I do love to hunt, and you’re my perfect prey.”

Goose bumps break out all over my arms.

Maybe losing my dress was a bad idea.

I’m prancing around unfamiliar woods in a demi-cup bra and a thong.

My clit aches.

I do love a little danger. It never fails to increase my desire. All the things he might do to me when he catches me race through my mind.

I’ve never had the chance to try true primal play. Maybe a quick chase here or there, but this is an entirely different level.

Here’s hoping he’s not shy about keeping things true to form. I’m not afraid of a little animalistic fucking in the woods. My thighs clench at the thought. I’m not even against him taking me in partially shifted form.

A low rumbling growl comes from behind me. I shiver in response, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep from squeaking. My right foot lands on a small branch that crunches under my weight.

Oh shit, that was loud. I keep moving, spinning between a row of thin, but close together, saplings.

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