Page 18 of Bewitching the Wolf

“Dance. Dance. Dance,” the crowd chants.

I stand, feet splayed on Larry’s broad back, uncertain what to do next.

I’m scared. It feels like this is going to end badly, but I’m powerless to stop it.

Larry is laughing as he starts to trot around the dance floor with me on his back. I manage to keep my balance until he speeds up. Shit, he’s almost cantering now. The faces of the monsters on the dance floor are a blur below me.

My foot slips on the sleek, short fur of his back and I find myself sliding down his flank, trying desperately to grab his mane, but it’s too late… I’m falling, tumbling…

My butt lands on the dance floor with a painful thud.

Oh hell, I’m going to get trampled by Larry’s huge hooves. I scrunch my eyes, bracing for impact, but instead there’s a sudden whoosh of cool air. I feel powerful arms lifting me, and in a second, I’m at the side of the dance floor, shielded by a hard, strong body.

I look up into a pair of bright green eyes.

My breath hitches. So has my skirt, I realize, as I’m pinned down with my legs splayed. Jax has landed right on top of me, lean hips sandwiched between my bare thighs, arms braced either side of my head.

“You nearly came to harm then,” he mutters, his mouth so close to mine I can smell the peppermint of his vape.

It should disgust me.

It doesn’t.

I raise my arms as if to push him off, but instead my claws curl around his shoulders and I cling on tighter.

It’s the exact same energy I felt between us in the passage earlier.

Except even more intense.

My pussy thrums. My pulse goes haywire.

Our eyes lock; his lips move closer.

And I realize I’m at far more risk now than I ever was from Larry’s hooves.

CHAPTER 6

JAX

Watching Tippy dance is driving me fucking insane.

That dolt Larry is cantering around her and obscuring my view, but still, I’m catching snatches of her delectable little body, the flash of a thigh, the flick of her tail.

When she undoes two buttons of her shirt and I see the swell of her pale white breasts, I nearly snap my vape between my fingers.

“Tippy’s doing a very unusual dance,” Clem muses.

“It’s certainly getting Larry excited,” Otis adds. “I hope he doesn’t crush her in his enthusiasm. Gods, now he’s cantering. He’ll knock someone over.”

“I’ve never seen Tippy behave like this. Do you think she’s had too many drinks?” Clem says.

“Tippy doesn’t drink,” I growl, still staring. “Too fucking pure.”

“Well, the dance she’s doing sure isn’t pure,” Otis observes.

“Looks like fun,” Clem giggles. “Should I join her?”

No!” Otis bellows.