Page 15 of Beast of the Bayou

Thousands of time.

What would it feel like to plunge myself into warm, tight wet walls and settle in there? To feel soft hands caress my back, and warm tender lips to kiss mine. I've salivated over the idea of pressing my nose to slick pussy lips and filling it with the scent. Envisioned, sliding my thick tongue all around the tender skin, gently sucking a stiff clit and saturating my tastebuds with a woman's essence.

I've never been this close to one. Never desired one this much, and certainly never had one in my proximity as she moans my name. My canines rip through my gums, and my claws jut out. I dig them into the walls, bracing myself as her scent seems to get stronger by the second.

I can't help it any longer. I pull out my heavy, throbbing dick. The tip pulsates with need. Slowly, I begin to stroke myself to the sounds on the other side of the door. My body hunches over and my eyes burn with amber as the pleasure almost brings me to my knees.

She groans. "Fuck, Solomon."

"Lila…" I whisper her name, stroking harder.

"Yes…yes. I'm almost there."

My breath comes out in short pants. My release bubbles right at the tip. She sounds so wet. My tongue hangs out my mouth, and I desperately want to walk inside the room and lick up the wetness between her thighs. My claws dig deeper into the wall.

"Fuck me, Solomon."

I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It's right there now. She moans out low and slow as she cums, chanting my name over and over. Biting back a growl, I let out a final jerk, and spurts of hot semen shoot out of me. It leaks down my fingers and drips onto the floor.

I close my eyes. Our breaths and hearts sync as we both come down. I don't move right away. Just relish the sound of our hearts beating in tandem. Everything in me is pulling me towards her. But instead, I just press my hand to the door.

Tucking my dick back in, I creep to the nearest bathroom and grab a towel to clean up the mess. When I look in the mirror, my eyes are glowing. Turning away, I ease back to her door and clean up.

Her breathing is steady now. She's falling asleep.

With a final longing look at the door, I retreat back to my room. My heart is heavy but full of one thing…

I desperately want Lila to be mine.

Chapter 8: Lila

Iwake up from a restful sleep with a smile on my face. I had been tossing and turning for hours last night thinking about Solomon. When I finally did get to sleep, I had a sex dream about him so vivid, that when I got up, I couldn't help but to slide my hands down and rub the tension out. It's so weird, but it was almost like I could feel him right outside my door. For second I thought I could even hear his heartbeat and breathing.

I've had men I've been deeply attracted to, but nothing like this. It's like I can feel him underneath my skin. I can smell him—woodsy and rich, even when he's all the way on the other side of the house. And if I pause and focus, I think I can even hear his heartbeat too.

It's not just the physical attraction either. There's this weird protective instinct that I feel towards him. I want to shield him from all pain. Bring light back into his eyes. It's only been a little over a week since I've been here and already I feel like I never want to leave him.

I don't know how to sort through these feelings. All I know is that each day that goes by, the feelings grow stronger. I'm not sure how much longer I can be around him and not want him in every way.

I take a hot shower and prepare for the day. I wear my hair down and curl into barrel curls that I comb out so it's nice and wavy. I tuck one side behind my ear and secure it with a crystal hairclip. I put on a little makeup, and slip into a white and pink sundress.

Looking in the mirror, I smile at my reflection. I feel pretty and relaxed. Something shifted last night and it feels like I know in my heart that everything is going to be okay. Slipping into a pair of white sandals, I spray on a little perfume and walk towards the door. Edgar is waiting when I open it.

"Hi, handsome boy." I smile, crouching down to pet him. "Were you waiting for me to get up?" He meows softly and I half expect him to respond. Straightening, I place my hand on the wall to adjust my sandal. But instead of the smoothness of the wall, I feel marks there. Marks that weren't there when I went into my room last night.

Looking over, I jerk my hand back when I see what looks like claw marks dragging a short path down. My stomach dips. "What the hell?" I lean in to inspect closer. Carefully, I reach out and touch them. "This doesn't make sense," I mumble in disbelief. "What would leave marks like this?"

Edgar meows behind me. I look down at him and he's looking up at me like he has the answer. I shake my head. "Do you know what did this?"

His head tilts, and he meows again.

My brows pinch in question. "This is crazy. But why does it feel like you understand me?"

He places his paw on my foot, and meows again.

Crouching down, I stare into his expressive eyes. "You do, don't you? You understand me."

Edgar meows again. And then—he fucking nods. The cat fucking nods and I gasp so loud I almost choke.