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Hot, Hard & Howling
Chapter Four
Trent held the trembling Halfling in his arms. She fit there, with her head tucked
under his chin, her wrists still wrapped in the cuffs and resting on his chest. He
replayed the entire scene in his head. He’d been rougher with her than he had intended.
Hell, when he turned around to come back and check on her, he had just intended to
watch over her until she figured a way out the cuffs. He’d intended to leave Nell
Ambercroft alone. But as he watched her struggle with the bindings, the way her body
moved, and as he smelled the musky scent of her arousal, the forceful yearning of his
wolf waylaid those intentions. He could no longer resist the woman who had tempted
him for so long and he’d let the animal take her.
Nell moaned and readjusted slightly, his soft cock sliding out of her, falling wet and
warm between his thighs, pulling a pouting whimper and little moan from her. From
the limpness of her body, he didn’t think she wanted to move. He wanted to enjoy the
feel of her against his chest for as long as possible, so he held her, not letting her move
from his lap.
A long, low howl in the distance reminded him of their surroundings. A chorus of
other Weres answered the first and their songs echoed across the mountain. Trent felt
his wolf stretch and stir, but it was happily sated. Probably more sated than it had been
in years. No urge to change and no restless cravings goading him to hunt under the
moon this night. The full moon was always host to several ceremonies and rituals in the
area. Trent was now glad he’d made no commitments to appear at any of them.
He pushed off, swinging them slightly as he trailed his fingers up and down her
spine, enjoying the feel of each of the delicate bones, the taut muscles and the silky skin
that covered them.
“Halfling,” he whispered to the top of her golden hair. Another set of baying howls
filled the humid night air. “We should get you covered up before we have company.”
“Um hm.” She lifted her head and gave him a lazy smile. “My being naked didn’t
bother you a bit a few minutes ago.”
Unable to resist, Trent kissed her long and softly, feeling the warmth of her lips,
teasing the tip of her tongue with his. This pleasant, replete female would soon be back
to her loud, bossy self. He wanted to savor her this way for just a minute more,
remember her this way—not angry, as she would be when he parted ways with her. She
tasted of everything forbidden to him and it was starting to hurt. He should have kept
going, gotten in his car and left her hanging from the swing. It might have been safer for
her that way.
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