Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Oh, God, Drake! Fuck me! I’m coming!” Her shrieks filled the room, and her bucking became so vicious that Drake was seriously tested just trying to hang on to her.
“Do it. Come on my cock and milk my seed.”
With all the strength left in his body, Drake fucked her. His whole being was ready to explode through the tip of his cock and into her grasping pussy. When she came, there was no way he could hold back. Spurt after spurt emptied into her body, and his shout mingled with her screams until they were spent. He collapsed on top of her, breathing as heavily as she was.
“Are you all right, Hazel?”
“I don’t know.” She laughed softly. “I think I may have strained something.”
Drake hugged her to him. “Me too, sweetie.” He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I’d love to, but you sort of made short work of my sweats.”
“My sweats, and the shirt is long enough for you to make the ride home.”
“I hope you’re right. Otherwise, Sheriff Price can add indecent exposure to my list of offenses.”
“You could always fly us home on your broom.”
Hazel groaned. “Oh, you had to say it.”
“Well,” Drake stood and pulled her with him, “at least there’s no law against piloting a UFO without a license.”
* * *
The ride to their apartment building was probably the fastest ride Hazel had taken in her life. The sun was high in the sky, and the air had just the slightest touch of frost to it. When she got out of the car, her legs formed chill bumps, and all she could think about was that she hadn’t shaved them that morning and they probably felt like a porcupine.
Once they reached the safe haven of Drake’s apartment, he kissed her forehead. “Go freshen up, if you like. I need to make a phone call.”
Hazel wasn’t sure what to do. Should she kiss him? Should she simply go to the bathroom? What was the nature of their relationship at this point? She simply didn’t know. Drake must have seen confusion on her face because he stepped to her and framed her face with his hands.
“What’s wrong, Hazel?”
Laughing nervously, Hazel tried to duck her head and shrug him off, but he held gently, but firmly to her.
“Come on, Hazel. After what we’ve shared together, you can’t possibly be afraid to say what’s on your mind.”
She sighed. “I guess I just don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know what you want from me. Hell, I don’t know what I want from you.” She met his eyes and held them. “I just know that something special happened to me, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it to end just yet.”
Drake didn’t say a word. He slowly, carefully, gently descended his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly. “It’s not going to. Once all this is taken care of, I’ll explain everything.”
Hazel nodded. There was much they needed to discuss. Not the least of which was what the hell she was going to do about having turned the sheriff into a toad.
Oh well. It could wait. Right now, she needed to shave her legs.
* * *
Drake watched Hazel disappear into the bathroom. Though he had had his share of lovers, he had never shared his life with anyone. The fact that he was a werewolf prevented that. He was more than willing to change his life for Hazel, but he really did hope she wouldn’t start taking over all his personal things, like using his razor to shave her legs or whatever.
Okay, so she could shave whatever with whatever she wanted to, but that wasn’t really what he needed to think about right now.
Picking up the phone, he punched in Jake’s number. He needed his partner’s help.
“You’re supposed to be in court, Drake. Where the hell are you?”
Drake winced. Shit. He knew he was forgetting something. “I had a little trouble last night, Jake.”
“Yeah, well, I managed to talk Judge Bishop out of a contempt charge. You owe me. Big time.”
“I know. Just like always, I guess.”
The chuckle from the other end of the line let Drake know that his friend was glad, as always, to be able to help out. He just liked to pretend otherwise. “You remember Hazel Montgomery?”
“The friend of Irene’s who claims she’s a witch?”
“The very one. Only, she is a witch. And she turned Ralph into a toad.”
There was silence on the line before Jake burst out laughing. “’Bout damned time. That man’s had it coming for years.”
“Yeah, but he had Hazel under arrest and I helped her escape. Twice.”
“Why was she under arrest?”
Drake filled Jake in on the previous evening’s activities, to which Jake had another good laugh.
“You’re right, my friend. Ralph doesn’t have a leg to stand on, but it’s always better to be safe. I’ll square things with Judge Bishop. He never liked Ralph anyway.” There was a pause. “What are you going to do about Ralph? Those of us who understand won’t be the least worried about it, but there are still people in Mount Bell, including my wife, who don’t realize there really are things that go ‘bump’ in the night.”