he’d been the cute guy from her alma mater,
the lead singer in a punk band he’d co-created; a guy who carried just enough
Goth with a touch of realism to make him the star of a young co-ed’s dreams.
Raegan had found him all kinds of hot, but it was Natalie who wound up in his
bed.
It was also Natalie whom he sought after his first
transition of the semester. The wolf had tracked her scent to the dorms,
cornered her in the bathroom, and left behind a bloody pool of ripped flesh and
scattered innards. If Raegan had been there herself, chances were she’d be
dead, too.
But she wasn’t dead. She’d lived to hear the coroner’s
report— some kind of wild animal, they’d said—and, at his request, had
later met with an agitated Razor. The ensuing conversation had escalated to an
argument by means still not clear to her. All Raegan knew was they’d been
yelling at each other one moment, and the next she was screaming herself hoarse
and commanding her feet to run. Razor had crumbled to the ground, barking
things she couldn’t hear, his bones shifting with nauseating pops and cracks,
his snout elongating and thick black and gray fur spreading across his skin.
His clothing shredded with a final strain of muscle, and she’d stood face to
face with a snarling monster right out of a John Landis film. Had campus
security not been on full alert, had she not run the right direction, had she
not crashed into a sea of people, Natalie’s fate would have been her own.
Instead, she had found help. Found an animal control officer
patrolling the grounds in enough time to watch a tranquilizer shoot into the
man-turned-beast, ending one nightmare at the expense of a new one.
Instead of dying, Raegan had walked away with a fucked-up
psyche, a headful of questions, and an important lesson—trust is an enemy’s
greatest weapon. With college-age stupidity, she had trusted everyone, allowed
anyone who showed an interest to get close to her.
That philosophy had worked until Zeth. Zeth had transformed
just as Razor had—out of control, without warning, the full shebang. Yet where
Razor had come after her, canines barred and ready to kill, Zeth had fled the
scene. Left her before he could do any damage. It was the first time since
Natalie’s murder that she’d experienced the beast called doubt. In all the days
that followed, Zeth had not once given her reason not to trust him, but he had
likewise not given her a reason to throw everything on the line. To open
herself up to the possibility of not only being hurt, but watching everything
around her destroyed as a result.
No matter how close she felt to him now, she couldn’t let
herself get wrapped up in the moment. She couldn’t fool herself into thinking
she’d finally found something different.
She couldn’t let him break her.
“Get off.”
Zeth lifted his head drowsily, smacking his lips together.
“Raegan?”
“It’s over. Let me up.”
She could see it coming. His tenderness evaporated, and then
he leered at her unpleasantly again. “What’s the hurry?” he asked, wiggling his
hips.
Impossibly, she felt her body reacting. Felt her sated
nerves sparking with new life, her pussy clamping around his cock, which was
hard and ready to go. Was that the spell or a product of some sort of inhuman
stamina? She didn’t want to know.
“Stop that.” The words weren’t as strong as she would have
liked.
Zeth, of course, noticed her lack of conviction. He chuckled
and thrust hard into her. “You don’t want me to stop.” The softness of his tone
offset the scold in his words, but that didn’t matter the next second when he
dropped his mouth to her throat. “Oh yeah.” He grunted around a mouthful of her
skin, moving inside her in slow, agonizing strokes. “Squeeze me tight. Just
like that.”
“I don’t want to squeeze your…” Raegan’s mouth fell
slack when he wrapped his lips around one of her breasts. Her traitorous pelvis
rose to clash with his every
the lead singer in a punk band he’d co-created; a guy who carried just enough
Goth with a touch of realism to make him the star of a young co-ed’s dreams.
Raegan had found him all kinds of hot, but it was Natalie who wound up in his
bed.
It was also Natalie whom he sought after his first
transition of the semester. The wolf had tracked her scent to the dorms,
cornered her in the bathroom, and left behind a bloody pool of ripped flesh and
scattered innards. If Raegan had been there herself, chances were she’d be
dead, too.
But she wasn’t dead. She’d lived to hear the coroner’s
report— some kind of wild animal, they’d said—and, at his request, had
later met with an agitated Razor. The ensuing conversation had escalated to an
argument by means still not clear to her. All Raegan knew was they’d been
yelling at each other one moment, and the next she was screaming herself hoarse
and commanding her feet to run. Razor had crumbled to the ground, barking
things she couldn’t hear, his bones shifting with nauseating pops and cracks,
his snout elongating and thick black and gray fur spreading across his skin.
His clothing shredded with a final strain of muscle, and she’d stood face to
face with a snarling monster right out of a John Landis film. Had campus
security not been on full alert, had she not run the right direction, had she
not crashed into a sea of people, Natalie’s fate would have been her own.
Instead, she had found help. Found an animal control officer
patrolling the grounds in enough time to watch a tranquilizer shoot into the
man-turned-beast, ending one nightmare at the expense of a new one.
Instead of dying, Raegan had walked away with a fucked-up
psyche, a headful of questions, and an important lesson—trust is an enemy’s
greatest weapon. With college-age stupidity, she had trusted everyone, allowed
anyone who showed an interest to get close to her.
That philosophy had worked until Zeth. Zeth had transformed
just as Razor had—out of control, without warning, the full shebang. Yet where
Razor had come after her, canines barred and ready to kill, Zeth had fled the
scene. Left her before he could do any damage. It was the first time since
Natalie’s murder that she’d experienced the beast called doubt. In all the days
that followed, Zeth had not once given her reason not to trust him, but he had
likewise not given her a reason to throw everything on the line. To open
herself up to the possibility of not only being hurt, but watching everything
around her destroyed as a result.
No matter how close she felt to him now, she couldn’t let
herself get wrapped up in the moment. She couldn’t fool herself into thinking
she’d finally found something different.
She couldn’t let him break her.
“Get off.”
Zeth lifted his head drowsily, smacking his lips together.
“Raegan?”
“It’s over. Let me up.”
She could see it coming. His tenderness evaporated, and then
he leered at her unpleasantly again. “What’s the hurry?” he asked, wiggling his
hips.
Impossibly, she felt her body reacting. Felt her sated
nerves sparking with new life, her pussy clamping around his cock, which was
hard and ready to go. Was that the spell or a product of some sort of inhuman
stamina? She didn’t want to know.
“Stop that.” The words weren’t as strong as she would have
liked.
Zeth, of course, noticed her lack of conviction. He chuckled
and thrust hard into her. “You don’t want me to stop.” The softness of his tone
offset the scold in his words, but that didn’t matter the next second when he
dropped his mouth to her throat. “Oh yeah.” He grunted around a mouthful of her
skin, moving inside her in slow, agonizing strokes. “Squeeze me tight. Just
like that.”
“I don’t want to squeeze your…” Raegan’s mouth fell
slack when he wrapped his lips around one of her breasts. Her traitorous pelvis
rose to clash with his every
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