Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) Read Free Page B

big.”
    “We? Do you have a strong brother or something?”
    “Yeah, that’s it, hey!” My hand slipped off his and went down the side of his leg.
    “Oh, sorry. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m totally not like this normally,” I said as I moved my hand around Rock’s leg to the inside of his knee. “I’m...kinda serious, I’m a little scared. I’m never this forward with guys. I’m shy, but for some reason I can’t keep my hands off you.”
    “Oh no,” he said. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
    “Why? I mean, what the hell, we’re out here and alone, right? Why not be a little crazy for once in my life. It’s that you don’t like me. That’s what it is, right? You thought you’d like a girl with a little more to her, but now that I’m here, you want to go back to your rail thin floozies?”
    “No, no, no, oh God no that’s not it at all, Lacy.” Rock grabbed my hand off his leg and massaged it with his meaty paw, then squeezed my forearm. “No, it has nothing to do with you.”
    “You’ve got a girlfriend that you didn’t tell me about? God! Why is it always-”
    “No! I told you, that’s not it. I just have something to...oh God...oh God it’s starting. Hurry, run to the car!”
    “What’s starting?” I said, running my hand between his huge thighs, it shook uncontrollably the closer I got to the center of his body and the heat I already felt emanating from  him.
    “You’re so hot. I mean, physically – uh, I mean like, temperature. You feel like you’re on fire. Are you sick?”
    “N-no,” he said with a warble in his deep, leather voice. “Not really.” His speech alternated between raspy whispering and very, very loud, near-shouts. “I don’t...I don’t feel very well though. Please, please, help me to the car and drive.” He tried to hand me his keys but accidentally threw them.
    “Rock? What’s happening? Are you okay?”
    “How...how is it so dark already?” Violently he scratched himself, so hard that he tore two of the buttons on his shirt and revealed a gorgeously muscled chest covered in a heavy dusting of hair.
    Goodness, that hair. I’ve seen plenty of guys naked, but never one that was so completely unashamed of himself. Something about it, I can’t stop watching. Come on, Lacy, help this guy to his car, he’s obviously having a seizure. Quit gawking at his muscles and get him to the hospital.
    “Okay, okay.” I slipped under his arm, somehow holding the massive hunk of man up, and started the three hundred or so foot trek to the car. “This is seriously so weird.”
    “I’m...I’m s-sorry, I should have...”
    “No, not you. I’m helping you to your car while you’re having some kind of attack and all I can think about is ripping your shirt the rest of the way off and clawing you and climbing on top of you and – holy shit, I can’t believe what I’m saying. Why do I keep telling you this stuff?”
    “It’s,” he fell to a knee. “It’s too late. Try to get away, try to...No!”
    “What’s happening? What’s going-”
    Dropping to all fours, Rock began to writhe and thrash around in the pine needles on the ground, snapping twigs and grunting as he did. He clawed at himself like he’d done earlier, but with such ferocity that I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was like the guy was trying to rip his own skin off, like a dog with a shampoo allergy. Just clawing away, ripping and tearing.
    One of his sleeves got caught on a root or something, and split right down the line of his muscle, then unbelievably, it looked like his muscles started to bulge larger, growing even as he wretched around.
    I sprinted to the car, hoping that he had an inhaler or an Epi-Pen or whatever would get rid of his problem, but didn’t find anything, so I decided to go back and try to drag him to the car as soon as he stopped the main part of his fit.
    But, when I left the car, I looked back in his direction and saw nothing. No Rock, no