Page 24 of Demon Rejected

She appeared in front of me with the wet clothes sticking to her wonderful body. My wolf and I both had a hard time tempering our desire. Scarlett walked toward me. She took off her shirt and sweatpants. She stood there, naked in front of me.

“You made me wet, so you have to take me back before I get pneumonia."

She played with me, teased me, such a bad, bad girl. I barely kept it together when she straddled me again, knowing that she was naked, her wonderful full breasts rubbing against my back.

Damn.

This crazy redhead will be the death of me.

Just as she straddled me, her strong long legs wrapped around me, she leaned close to my ear and said, “Do you enjoy knowing how wet I am?"

I lost it. I started running as fast as I could towards the cabin. I want her. I need to allow myself to bury my cock deep into her soft wet folds. Her scent, her skin, the way her voice slipped into my bloodstream like a snake and coiled from the inside around my cock threatened to make me burst now and here. This will be a double challenge for me. I have to make sure she learns how to shift and how to control her wolf, and that I keep my hands away from her milky, creamy soft skin and that small galaxy of freckles that tempted me to kiss them. One by one, just before I would use my tongue to unite them with a line.

Damn. No, think dead puppies and kittens. Horrible things.

Who can think horrible things when her hips are moving as if she was fucking me?

I arrived in record time in front of the cabin. She took her sweet time to get off my back and sauntered inside as if inviting me to follow. There was no way in heaven or hell I would follow her and be so close to her in that small cabin. I need wood. Work will help me.

Shifting back, I put a set of spare clothes on and started splitting wood. One log, then the next. It was monotonous work that helped calm my mind.

Split, crack.

Crack, split.

Again.

Again.

Until my hands blistered and bled.

Until my back burned and felt as if it had cracked.

Until I can’t take it anymore and stopped thinking about kneeling between Scarlett’s sweet, creamy tights.

The axe started to move on its own.

Crack.

Split.

Again.

I kept splitting wood until I was sure that she was asleep.

I couldn’t clear my mind and returned to splitting wood. Again and again....

Her voice broke my concentration.

“Hey, Matt. I was joking. Sorry. Just a few days before I was sure that I would die. Don’t be upset with me."

She was so close to me, damn, not again.

“This is serious. If you can’t take it seriously and are going to act like a child, please let me know. I’ll find you another instructor." Just as I said the words, I felt like shit. Her eyes darkened like a mood ring. Her long lashes touched her cheeks.

“You know something, fuck you! I don’t need you. I want to leave either way!"

She turned and was about to slap me. My fingers made contact with her skin, my hand wrapped around her wrist.