My savior shakily got to his feet, not phased in the least by his nudity. My eyes traveled down his muscular frame, stopping at the enormous cock dangling along his thigh. The appendage was massive, and he wasn’t even aroused. Well, he hadn’t been aroused, until I started staring directly at the monster between his legs. Now the beast was growing and curving heavenward toward his defined abs like a God-damned heat-seeking missile. Ashamed, I gulped and forced my eyes back up to his.
“I’ll tell you all about it, Millie,” Ethan easily agreed, panting slightly, “but first, we have to get out of this dirty alley and back to my cabin.”
Folding my arms protectively across my chest, I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere until you explain what’s going on.”
Ethan stalked closer, eating up the distance between us with his long, powerful legs. “Millie, I know everything you’ve seen tonight seems absolutely batshit crazy, but I need you to trust me. This isn’t the only mutt who I’ll have to fight and kill tonight if we stay here much longer. Please, let me take you somewhere safe. I’ll tell you everything you want to know as soon as you’re out of harm’s way.”
Ethan reached out his massive hand to me in a gesture of trust. Internally, I warred with myself about whether or not to believe him and take it.
Buying time to think, I stammered, “We can’t go anywhere with you like that.” Pulling off the fleece Garrett had given me at Maverick’s, I handed it over to Ethan. As big as he was, it wouldn’t cover much. But it would at least cover the essential bits and bobs if a cop should drive by.
Ethan eyed the garment with disgust but grudgingly accepted it. Blushing, I tried not to recall how he’d looked without it on. How my traitorous body had responded to his masculine physique. How wet I’d become when he’d thickened and lengthened after I’d stared at his cock with a bone-deep longing. If just looking had caused it to harden that much, what would happen if I touched him? And, more importantly, how would it feel if I let him slide that beast inside of me?
Since I was a virgin, I had no frame of reference. Yet, as bizarre as it sounded, I wanted Ethan to be my first. To fuck me with that huge cock of his, hard and deep. Just like I’d imagined him doing countless times before.
At the thought of his massive rod, my breath began to quicken and my chest to rise and fall rapidly. What was happening to me? How could I be this turned on? Especially after everything I’d just been through tonight. I’d nearly been raped, and I had just watched a man be killed by a giant wolf. Yet the only thing I could focus on was Ethan’s massive cock plunging between my legs, scratching an itch that had gone unattended for far too long.
“Millie,” Ethan interrupted my lust filled thoughts then, his brooding gaze more intense than usual. “We have to go. Now!”
He was right. No matter what happened, we couldn’t stay here. It was too dangerous. But could I trust this man and let him take me somewhere he could take advantage of me the way Garrett had nearly done tonight?
Who was I kidding? The way I’d lusted after Ethan in the past, the man had more to fear alone with me than I did with him.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But as soon as we get in the car, I want answers,” I bartered.
“You’ll get them,” he stoically agreed. “You know I’m a man of my word, Millie. Hopefully I’ve proven that much to you.”
That was true. Ethan had never lied to me before. At least, not that I knew of.
“Where are you parked?” I asked, as I followed him back toward the street.
“Not far, only two streets over from here.” Disliking the distance between us, Ethan grabbed my hand and tightened his hold on my fingers like he didn’t trust I wouldn’t bolt at the first opportunity.
As we were passing one particularly narrow alleyway, Ethan dipped inside and dragged me along with him. My breath hitched as my eyes began to adjust to the change in light. Surprisingly, my vision adapted easily enough to the shift, and I was able to see most of the things around me without effort.
“This is where I left my clothes,” Ethan belatedly explained, as he freely stripped out of the fleece I’d given him.
His back was to me as he hurriedly pulled up his jeans. Not able to look away, even though I knew I should, I watched the intricate interplay of muscles on his backside as he maneuvered his pants into place. My mind began to wander at the thought of what his delightful derriere would look like if he was pumping away on top of me.
Good Lord, what was wrong with me? When had I become such a pervert? Why was I acting like a teenager at the first blush of puberty? It must be Ethan. The man just did it for me. Always had. Probably always would. Not even turning into a fucking animal had dampened my adoration of him. If that hadn’t killed my desire for the gorgeous man, nothing would.
Slipping into his coat, Ethan settled the garment into place and zipped it up. “All set. Let’s go.”
Grabbing me by the hand once more, he led me back onto the street and in the direction of his Mustang, a car that was as sexy and powerful as the man who drove it.
I ground to a halt then and Ethan paused. “What’s wrong?”
A sick feeling began to well up in my stomach. “What about Garrett?”
Ethan looked confused. “Who?”
Of course he didn’t know who I was talking about. “Garrett, the man in the alleyway. We can’t just leave him there. I mean, we should call someone about him. Right?”
Ethan’s eyes took on a fevered, angry look I was grateful wasn’t directed at me. “After what that mutt tried to do to you, Millie, his body can rot there for all eternity for all I care.”
I shivered at his cold response. “Aren’t you afraid someone will find him and figure out what he is?”
Since I didn’t know anything about humans turning into wolves, it stood to reason it was a secret closely guarded by those people who had the superhuman ability to do it.
