The Witching Hour – Mount Bell Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“If you had clothes on, I seriously doubt anyone would notice us.”

Drake turned to her. Yep, he was agitated. With her, at the moment. Hazel cringed when he looked at her.

“You saw me shift the first time. My clothes shredded. I can’t transform into my wolf self and keep my clothes.”

“But -- but I transformed you. I was trying to cast a spell on myself, and I somehow turned you into a dog.”

“Wolf, Hazel. I’m a werewolf. I’m not a weredog.”

“Whatever.” Hazel shrugged. “Do you mean you can turn into a dog --”

“Wolf.”

“Err, wolf, whenever you want to?”

Drake smiled. “It’s not exactly that simple, but yes.”

“But how --”

“Can we not do this now, Hazel? I’m naked, it’s almost daylight, and you’re a fugitive from justice. There are more important things to think about at the moment.”

“Sorry.” Hazel thought for a moment while Drake resumed his watch, presumably looking for a lull in the traffic so they could make a break for it. “By the way, how are we going to cover my jail break?”

Drake turned back to Hazel and grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll think of something.”

When the road was deserted once more, Drake took Hazel’s hand and continued on. In the morning light, he seemed like a mythical creature. The erection he sported reinforced that thought. His cock was as huge as the rest of him. And, oh, what a creature it was! Hazel might be a technical virgin, but she’d seen enough to know that Drake sported a monster between his legs. It was hard for her to concentrate on where she was going because all she could do was stare at him. His cock, when she could, his ass, his broad back, rippling with muscles… he was simply scrumptious!

His whole body was alert. He seemed to be more aware of his surroundings than the average person. He sniffed the breeze several times and he even cocked his head a time or two, listening to something she couldn’t hear.

Oh. My. Gawd! The man was a pooch! He really was a dog, err, wolf, err, canine. Whatever.

The point was he wasn’t exactly human.

But did she honestly care?

She’d figure that out later. Right now, there wasn’t much she could figure out other than how much her fingers itched to play grab-ass with those tight buns of his. She wondered how much that would affect his concentration.

The route he led her through the town was winding and always in the shadows but eventually led back to their apartment building. The sky was lightening to early dawn by the time they entered his apartment via the fire escape, and Hazel was beginning to droop. Even her surge of lust couldn’t be sustained through her fatigue.

“What are we going to do about Ralph?”

“Sheriff Price?” Drake grinned. “I’ll get Jake to take care of him. I’m sure there’s a law against wrongful imprisonment.”

Hazel sighed as she sat down on the couch. Her eyes felt like someone had thrown sand into them.

“You’re tired.”

Drake’s observation wasn’t a question. Hazel knew there would be no lying to him on that subject. Hell, she probably looked as tired as she felt. She smiled. “Yeah. It’s been a while since I pulled an all-nighter. I guess I’ll head back to my own apartment.” Hazel stood and reached out her hand to Drake. “Thanks for coming for me.”

Drake grinned. “Thank you for coming for me. Twice.”

“I -- I -- err --” Hazel felt the flush start at her breasts and move up her face rapidly. “I didn’t mean it that way! I mean --” She took a much needed gulp of air. “-- I mean, thanks for breaking me out of jail.”

Drake took her offered hand. Pulling her to him, Drake wrapped his other hand around her waist, holding their intimate position when Hazel would have pulled back. Her clothed body pressed against his nude one, and Hazel felt another surge of lust.

She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t even keep her eyes on his face. The muscles of his chest beckoned her eyes and her fingers. His chest was covered lightly with black and silver hair that was soft and silky to the touch. She dragged the fingers of her free hand through the curls, fascinated that his chest could look so hard yet feel so soft. Muscles bunched beneath her touch, and she thought she heard a growl deep within him.

When she finally raised her gaze to his face, he looked as savage as any beast she’d ever seen.

“If I didn’t trust my senses enough to know you were a virgin, I’d swear you were driving me crazy on purpose.” Drake ground his cock into her belly to make his point.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice squeaked and she would have jumped away from him if he hadn’t held her tightly to him.


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