The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) by Cassie Alexander Page B

really started yet.”
    It was times like these that
made working for him worthwhile – when my wolf’s tail beat in hope -- until I
caught myself and realized that I was just projecting, and reality dashed me
against the rocks.
    “You knew there’d be trouble
tonight. And –“ he hoisted his drink up in a kind of a toast. “You know me
better than I know myself.”
    “Sir,” I said, looking away.
    “Vincent,” he corrected
softly. “You’re so obedient, Max. Sometimes I get the idea I could ask you to
do anything.”
    My stomach tensed and my chest
started to rise. If there was ever a time to be brave, to tell him the truth
about me, this was it.
    “You could, if you wanted to,
Vincent,” I said, without daring to look up.
    He made a thoughtful sound and
I waited. For him to throw me out, for him to yell, for him to laugh it off,
brush it under the rug and blame too much to drink.
    When he didn’t I let my gaze
rise, from his feet to his chest to his face, where he was watching me with his
dark eyes. He slid one hand to rest between his open legs.  
    “Come here and suck my cock,
Max.”
    I fell to all fours and
crawled over to him, to do as I was told.
    And from then on all of
his celebrating took place in private -- with me.
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    I woke to discover the prior
night had not been a dream – I had indeed come home with a strange woman – and
we had fucked, I could still smell it in the air. More than that, I could smell him .
    No wonder I’d dreamed of him
last night. My erection was still straining. God. Even after all this time. I stood up quietly, walking over to her. She smelled so like him – I leaned
over and breathed her in, the scent making my heart and balls ache. I quickly went
outside, locking the door behind me.
    I leaned against one of the
timbers supporting the porch. I’d been living like a hermit, and now, after
last night – it was like a genie’d been released. My wolf rose up in me with needs – there was no way I could hunt like this, not when I wanted to fuck so badly.
I opened up my jeans and pushed them down to reach for myself, imagining it was
Vincent’s hand, not mine, stroking me. The way he’d reach down during sex, to
finish me off, the nights with his hands, his mouth, his tongue – I gasped,
shooting my load out, taking a step forward, falling into the past, for a man
who wasn’t there. I sagged against the timber and collected myself. I just –
had to keep her safe – I just – needed to run and hunt . 
    I stumbled towards the
treeline, and the freedom of four legs.

Chapter Five
    I sat up in bed when I
heard the door close and it all came rushing back. I was here in Redneckania
alone – for real, because Max wasn’t on the couch. Maybe he had to pee or
something. Or go out to get us bagels. I sighed.
    How long could I keep
this up, not telling him what’d happened? Another day or two at most. He had a
truck, he could go into town, Vincent’s death would have made the newspaper at
least. Just because he lived in the middle of nowhere didn’t mean he was dumb.
    And then what? I leaned
over the bed and looked to where I’d stashed my bag underneath. Maybe a few
days were all I needed to get away safely. Ask him to drive me to an airport,
bribe him with a bundle of twenties or a blowjob. I curled up on the
uncomfortable mattress, knees under my chin.
    I saw a movement out of
the corner of my eye, through one of the windows. I crawled over carefully and
peered out. He was outside. Just standing there, leaning – oh ho ho .
    Taking care of himself. I
recognized the hand movements.
    I bet he had to do that
a lot out here. Probably fucked the holes of trees for fun. I watched him
shamelessly, getting to see what I hadn’t last night, the length and girth of
him as he worked himself over. Last night had been good…on the scale of things
to distract me from my newly dead boyfriend. I closed my eyes and put my head
against the windowpane. The next time I opened