The Beast's Desire 1-3 (Paranormal Romance, Beast Lust Series) Read Free Page B

more; the touch of his hand on her breast, the exquisite pain and pleasure when he pinched her nipple and the way he expertly drove his fingers into her, fucking her harder and harder was pure ecstasy.
    She returned the favor by rubbing his cock faster and leaned down to give the head a quick swipe with her tongue. He wailed loudly with pleasure as his cock began to protrude from the sheath of foreskin, his excitement growing.
    The beast removed his hand from her sex and replaced it with the one that had been holding her breast, never missing a beat, timing his thrusts perfectly. He held up the hand that had been inside of her, now wet with her juices, and breathed her scent into his nostrils deeply.
    A low growl, similar to a purr, erupted from deep within him as he sucked her honey off each one until they were clean. The beast returned his free hand to her breast, squeezing and kneading with fervor.
    Chloe drove her hips down hard, pushing his fingers deeper into her sex, her body becoming hotter with each thrust. She was so close to climaxing, she needed to orgasm, her desire to find completion becoming frantic. Almost there…just a little more.
    She was just about fall over the edge into bliss when he stopped all movement completely. Without a sound, he stood, dropping Chloe’s breast instantly and withdrawing his fingers from her.
    No! No! No! Chloe ranted in silent frustration as she watched him distance himself from her by several feet. “Please, please don’t stop now,” she whispered as she panted, breathless from need and having been stopped just before what would have been a mind-blowing orgasm.
    Confused, she looked up and saw that his nearly foot-long cock was ramrod straight just above the top of her head. She began to reach for his huge manhood, but stopped when he sniffed the air deeply. The creature protectively grasped his long member in his hand and cupped his testicles, almost as though he was shielding them from danger. A low, menacing growl erupted deep within him, and his expression turned feral, scaring Chloe back into reality.
    The beast-man bared his teeth, his long canines and sharp incisors prominent as he crouched slightly on two legs and spread his arms wide. This kind of display only meant one thing to Chloe’s scientific mind: the creature was enraged and she was easy prey.
    With surprising quickness, he bent forward and tried to lift Chloe into his arms, but she fought him, kicking and punching at him furiously. Frightened for her life, all arousal had left her body, having been replaced by fear and adrenaline.
    The sound of an engine roared in the distance and the reason for the creature’s actions dawned on Chloe.  The huge creature-man stopped trying to lift her and without warning, took off into the woods, crashing his way noisily through the trees and shrubs.
    Disbelief slammed into her as her brain worked through what had just happened. Any sane, rational person would surely accuse her of losing her mind! Even though it seemed ridiculous, she had absolutely no doubt that she had just met, spoken with and been willingly molested by Bigfoot.

The Beast’s Desire Book 2
    Chapter 2.1
    The engine of the vehicle grew louder as it approached Chloe and her stationary, smashed-up truck. Concerned that she might be further injured if the driver failed to see her sitting in the middle of the road, she carefully backed up against her SUV. Grabbing hold of the side of the Bronco, she slowly pulled herself to her feet.
    Pain lanced through her head and she swooned, nearly losing her balance and falling on the gravel road for a second time that evening. She raised her fingers to the cut on her forehead but realized her wound had stopped bleeding when her fingers came away clean.
    Without thinking, she placed her palm underneath her nose and breathed in the male scent of the Bigfoot still thick on her hand. Closing her eyes for a moment, she recalled the intimate, heady encounter of grasping