Page 2 of Sasquatch's Claiming

And then the unfurling of heat in her belly.

The need.

The want.

They were like jagged fragments plaguing her. Only they were more than pockets of fantasy; they brought with them a hunger she just couldn’t contain. It was silly, but it was almost like some spell was on her, making her extremely horny and no matter how many times she pleasured herself, she just couldn’t slake the fire in her blood, the urgency that plagued her.

Her cheeks heated and she moaned.

It was doing her no good sitting here on the floor, but she was getting annoyed with how much this was controlling her life. Every day, it seemed to get worse and the one thing she knew that would quench the insatiable lust was the monster that plagued her dreams.

Only monsters weren’t real.

Why does it have to be a monster?

Except something told her that a monster mate wasn’t far-fetched.

She changed out of her work clothes and had a shower. A nice cold shower, hoping that would help. It didn’t. Instead, she ranher hands over her body, touching herself until she climaxed. It wasn’t enough.

And she was exhausted.

As she left the bathroom, a prickle ran down her spine. She cracked her patio door open just a bit to get some of the cool night air in and lay down on top of her blankets, trying to drift off into sleep. But then, as soon as she closed her eyes, she saw him again.

The beast of her dreams.

“Bernadette,” he whispered.

He loomed over her, his long mane of hair blowing back, naked, with his mammoth cock jutting up from between his legs.

“Yes.”

He smiled at her tenderly. His huge hand reaching out to gingerly touch her face. “Bernadette. I miss you.”

“How can you miss me? I don’t even know your name.”

“I know yours.” He knelt down in front of her. His large hands on her curvy hips. “Spread your legs for me.”

She jolted awake again, her pussy throbbing, and she ran her hand over her face. She needed to get control over this. Reaching over to her nightstand, she pulled out her vibrator, but as she held it in her hand, her eyes felt so heavy, like she couldn’t control the urge to sleep.

“Sleeeeeeep,”a creepy voice hissed out of the shadows.

She fought against the need to sleep, because this wasn’t the gentle giant from her dreams. This was something else. Something evil and she wondered, before she lost consciousness, if this is why she blacked out that night.

I miss her.

It was a physical ache in the pit of his stomach as he thought about Bernadette and what she was doing, and Ben couldn’t help but wonder if this was what the mating frenzy felt like. Was this the famed Sasquatch love spell?

If it was, it sucked.

Balls.

The laws were changing. Ben knew that, but the new government ruling the protective northern realm still didn’t think it was a wise idea for magical beings to breed or mingle with the humans in their realm until they were sure boundaries were established.

King Tiene and Prince Ivar may have signed the wraith Cillian’s blood contract, but it didn’t mean they were thrilled with the changes. As far as Ben was concerned, things were moving at a glacial speed. How could he claim his bride when she was off-limits?

It was shit, because he had big plans for his little human. The woman who made his blood burn with need. Winter was coming and it would be harder to carry off a female to his cave and keep her safe. All his thoughts were completely focused on protecting her and bringing her home.

With him.