arrival, but then again, when the only decent connection Mount Redford had was in this building, it tended to bring customers in. Most of the patrons right now were in their later teens and early twenties, and although they didn’t buy more than a soda and bag of chips, they did have to pay a small fee for using the Internet.
“Wondered when you’d show. You’re like twenty minutes late,” Laura, the cashier, said as she checked someone out, but she wasn’t looking at Hannah. She handed the customer a plastic card with the Internet password. It gave the customers an allotted amount of time of usage, and although she was sure in some places around the country this shit was free, they were in the backwoods of Alaska, and this was as good as it got.
When the customer walked away, Laura turned her back to Hannah to grab some cups and napkins. “Girl, you will not believe what Stewart left in the bathroom.” She set the cups on the counter. “Poopourri, and yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.” Laura faced Hannah, napkins in hand. “You okay?” She knitted her brows, clearly able to tell how flustered Hannah was.
“I’m fine,” Hannah said on a breath, braced her hands on the counter, and breathed out. Her pussy was dripping wet, so soaked that her panties were saturated, her clit still throbbed, and she didn’t know how she’d be able to work through the entire day. When she went to move toward the backroom to get her apron, everything inside of her froze. The scent of wild, primed male filled her nose, and she had to hold everything inside of her and not moan.
Beau. Beau was here.
She felt it in her blood. It had her breasts becoming even fuller and her pussy tingling. Slowly turning around, she stared at him as he pulled the door fully open, stepped inside, and let it close behind him. He lifted his hand, removed his sunglasses, and the air whooshed out of her. He was just so dominant, even though he was just standing there in a pair of worn jeans that made his crotch look especially bulgy today.
No, you’re just a horny bitch right now.
Yeah, she was, but she didn’t care. He was big, so big and muscular. Reaching out and gripping the counter with a hand, Hannah clenched her thighs together. She swore that Beau inhaled and growled out, but maybe that was just her overly attuned senses right now wanting him to take notice that she was in a full-on mating heat.
She just wanted to rip her pants off, put her fingers between her thighs, and thrust them into her wet hole to relieve the ache that had settled there. Beau looked around the café, his nostrils flaring slightly, and then he stared right at her. As if there was this intense heat that slammed into her, Hannah took a step back. The movement had her breasts jiggling. The way she pressed her legs together seemed to pinch her labia together until they were squeezing her clit mercilessly. And then she heard him growl, a low, deep, primal sound that had her heart stalling in her chest. A female shifter was more animal than human when the mating heat overcame them, and although it only happened with the females, that didn’t mean the males weren’t affected. But a male shifter… a male shifter was always more animal than human, always so feral and dominant, and Beau was so much more so. He moved a step closer, as if he couldn’t stop himself from coming toward her. The wolf inside of him flashed to the surface, and she knew that he couldn’t control himself around her, not when it was clear his animal wanted to ease her. She could smell it in the air, feel it cover her as he breathed in and out.
She was in hell, plain and simple, but she must be a masochist because she wanted more, a lot more.
Everything around her was amplified. The scent of the coffee was overwhelming, the sun outside was overly bright, and the voices in the café were ear-splitting. But despite all of that the one thing that held her attention was Beau. Only Beau.
He kept
“Wondered when you’d show. You’re like twenty minutes late,” Laura, the cashier, said as she checked someone out, but she wasn’t looking at Hannah. She handed the customer a plastic card with the Internet password. It gave the customers an allotted amount of time of usage, and although she was sure in some places around the country this shit was free, they were in the backwoods of Alaska, and this was as good as it got.
When the customer walked away, Laura turned her back to Hannah to grab some cups and napkins. “Girl, you will not believe what Stewart left in the bathroom.” She set the cups on the counter. “Poopourri, and yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.” Laura faced Hannah, napkins in hand. “You okay?” She knitted her brows, clearly able to tell how flustered Hannah was.
“I’m fine,” Hannah said on a breath, braced her hands on the counter, and breathed out. Her pussy was dripping wet, so soaked that her panties were saturated, her clit still throbbed, and she didn’t know how she’d be able to work through the entire day. When she went to move toward the backroom to get her apron, everything inside of her froze. The scent of wild, primed male filled her nose, and she had to hold everything inside of her and not moan.
Beau. Beau was here.
She felt it in her blood. It had her breasts becoming even fuller and her pussy tingling. Slowly turning around, she stared at him as he pulled the door fully open, stepped inside, and let it close behind him. He lifted his hand, removed his sunglasses, and the air whooshed out of her. He was just so dominant, even though he was just standing there in a pair of worn jeans that made his crotch look especially bulgy today.
No, you’re just a horny bitch right now.
Yeah, she was, but she didn’t care. He was big, so big and muscular. Reaching out and gripping the counter with a hand, Hannah clenched her thighs together. She swore that Beau inhaled and growled out, but maybe that was just her overly attuned senses right now wanting him to take notice that she was in a full-on mating heat.
She just wanted to rip her pants off, put her fingers between her thighs, and thrust them into her wet hole to relieve the ache that had settled there. Beau looked around the café, his nostrils flaring slightly, and then he stared right at her. As if there was this intense heat that slammed into her, Hannah took a step back. The movement had her breasts jiggling. The way she pressed her legs together seemed to pinch her labia together until they were squeezing her clit mercilessly. And then she heard him growl, a low, deep, primal sound that had her heart stalling in her chest. A female shifter was more animal than human when the mating heat overcame them, and although it only happened with the females, that didn’t mean the males weren’t affected. But a male shifter… a male shifter was always more animal than human, always so feral and dominant, and Beau was so much more so. He moved a step closer, as if he couldn’t stop himself from coming toward her. The wolf inside of him flashed to the surface, and she knew that he couldn’t control himself around her, not when it was clear his animal wanted to ease her. She could smell it in the air, feel it cover her as he breathed in and out.
She was in hell, plain and simple, but she must be a masochist because she wanted more, a lot more.
Everything around her was amplified. The scent of the coffee was overwhelming, the sun outside was overly bright, and the voices in the café were ear-splitting. But despite all of that the one thing that held her attention was Beau. Only Beau.
He kept
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