Page 66 of The Biting Bargain

A low rumble. Midnight black.

Fangs hovering above me. Amber slits for eyes. Black shaggy fur. I blink, somewhere between panic and freeze.

"Vincent?" I croak.

He's ginormous as a werewolf, the size of a car. His torso bulges with power and muscle, still resembling a human form. Two powerful arms with clawed hands press me down on the harsh stone floor. I make out massive steel rings around each of his muscular forearms. Torn chain links dangle from them like broken Christmas decorations. He has obviously broken free from the wall.

He has turned into a beast like something out of a nightmare. And yet Vincent is in there somewhere. I can still make out his sharp, handsome features in the long, wolfish snout arching over me, sinking down and pushing a wet nose into the hollow of my neck. Taking a long sniff. And a shiver that has nothing to do with panic rolls through my entire body.

This is when he starts to shift back. Slowly, gradually. The snout disappears, morphs back into more human features.

"Little dove," Vincent rumbles low next to my ear. And I feel his rough, hot tongue on my neck. More shivers. And the panic inside me melts away, making room for something else.

His growl changes, the grip of his claw around my neck almost growing tender.

"You shouldn't have come here," he rumbles, now almost back to his normal form. Most of the fur is gone. But his fangs are still there, scraping over my skin, his claw caressing my throat.

And he’s still larger than normal. He’s almost Vincent again, but it’s like he’s trapped in between worlds. With me turning his body back to his vampire form, and the moon forcing his mind to stay in beast mode.

His body is almost back to normal. But his wolf has taken over.

He licks my neck again, slowly. As if he wanted to taste me. And a previously unknown heat coils in my belly. I take a labored breath.

"I couldn't..." I groan out. His claws around my neck loosen, hooking under the hem of my T-shirt. "I needed to see you."

"Now you see me," he rumbles, licking, claws digging through the fabric of my shirt. Rips. "With all the consequences."

I gasp as his claw slices my T-shirt down the middle like a scalpel, once through the prancing ponies and "Happy Queen."

"You're mine now." He pins me down and his broad tongue licks over my exposed breast, making me yelp in surprise and lust. My nipple grows painfully hard under his rough touch.

With a jerk, he yanks my shorts off. Why again am I not wearing panties today? Not that it would have made any difference....

He presses me to the stone floor, but I couldn't even resist if I wanted to. He forces my legs apart, unfolding me, exposing me completely. I am so damn wet, my desire trickles down my inner thighs as he leans in and takes another deep sniff.

I shudder so hard, my body responding to his growl, his desire, as he pulls me closer to him and drags his tongue — which is broader than usual; rough, wet, relentless — across my pussy. I cry out.

"All mine," he snarls.

It's like I've lost control of my body and mind. He parts me, presses his face between my legs and laps me out with feral urgency — and I'm perishing with desire.

This is so hot.

This is so wrong.

So fucking twisted.

And everything my endorphin-drenched lizard brain wants at this moment.

Being taken by the werewolf…

I'm clawing my fingers into the cold stone beneath me as he is eating me out with wide, brutal licks, the low rumble rolling from the depths of his chest getting wilder and faster. My nerve endings are raw, reducing me to a greedy, needy puddle of want, a knot of whimpering, quivering animal urges.

I come hard against his lapping tongue, twitching and convulsing, my scream echoing in the stone chamber and fading into the darkness above us.

He drags his tongue over my sensitive clit one last, agonizingly delicious time, chasing another wave of electricity through me, and before I can even blink he is upon me, flipping me around, forcing me on my hands and knees, stone scraping my skin bloody, but I only faintly notice the pain.

Because out of the corner of my eye I see his cock. And my breath catches. He is fucking huge. Black, shiny skin. Sinewy and relentless. His hard length is quivering with barely restrained want, leaking pearly white precum.

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