Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
The moment they lifted it, the barrier shattered.
Magic cracked like lightning and the door burst off its hinges, flying against its frame in a spray of splinters. Thorne came barreling through, a massive wall of snarling fur and muscle and rage. But he didn’t see Finn and Ronan. Didn’t smell them either. He smelled the magic—the Heartmate Bond, the potion, me.
I could feel it all with my Succubus senses—his rage and desire and the burning lust that motivated him to follow my scent—the same scent I’d left in their cabin when I’d pleased myself on all their beds. It was me he wanted…me he had to have.
And I would have to give him what he wanted if any of us had any hope of living.
The grizzly charged straight into the veil.
For one breathless second, it looked like nothing would happen.
And then everything did—all at once.
Light exploded around him—pure white fire that danced across the floor. Thorne’s massive bear body reared back and staggered as the Veil wrapped itself around his form like living silk. For a moment it almost looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon and then the Veil of the Goddess melted away.
Thorne shuddered…shook. And began to change.
His fur receded…bones cracked…flesh rippled.
But it didn’t finish. The Shift back to his Human Form was incomplete. He was still a Bear—but only in part.
I saw massive clawed paws and thick, furred arms…a bear’s head, complete with snarling jaws and gleaming black eyes. But his torso—his chest, his hips, his thighs and cock—were suddenly, undeniably human.
Naked… Male…
Hard.
Goddess, he was monstrous. His cock was easily twice as big as Ronan’s and Ronan wasn’t small. The thick, pulsing rod rose from between his thighs, the broad crown already leaking a river of precum. I could feel the lust coming off him in waves—like heat from a furnace. My scent combined with the magic of the curse that was still on him, had made him crazy with sexual desire. He needed to fuck—now.
As I realized this, the enormous Werebear stood there panting, body glowing with residual magic, eyes fixed on me. It was clear what he needed.
“Goldie,” Ronan breathed behind me. “What the fuck—”
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Exactly. That’s what he wants…what he needs.”
“What?” Finn stared at me with wide eyes. “What are you saying? You’re not actually going to—”
“I’m going to do what I have to do to save our lives and break this curse once and for all,” I told him. “And this is it—this is how we save him and ourselves.”
Feeling strangely calm, I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself on my hands and knees. This would be the greatest test of my Succubus side I had ever undertaken but I trusted the magic inside me. It knew what I was capable of.
“Help me,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse with need and determination. “Hold me, boys. Ground me. Help me take him in.”
Finn was the first to move, kneeling on the bed beside me. He slid one arm around my waist, the other bracing me as I knelt at the edge of the mattress, offering myself to the enormous Werebear.
Ronan came to my other side. His hand curled around mine and I squeezed tightly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart—we’ve got you,” he growled softly. “Just lean on Finn and me and let us help you take him.”
“Thank you.” I spread my thighs even wider, well aware that the seed from our earlier encounter was still leaking out of me. That was a good thing—Thorne should be able to smell the scent of his Clan mates and know he was in a safe place. I hoped it would calm him down a little, though I had my doubts. The immense lust he was throwing off was filling the room like red smoke. I could barely get a deep breath it was so thick.
“Here he comes,” Finn murmured and tightened his grip on me.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder. Together, we watched as the beast approached.
Thorne reached the edge of the bed, looming over me—half man, half monster, his thick cock jutting up from between his furred thighs, slick and leaking. His enormous girth was intimidating, but I had faith in my Succubus side—my magic would help me take him, though he would have split an ordinary woman in two.
I hoped.
I opened to him, arching my back and feeling a cool breeze against my pussy as I offered everything I had.
“Come to me,” I said, my voice low and sure. “Do it, Thorne—mount me. Let me help you…let me bring you back to your Human Form.”
I don’t know how much he understood—his head and shoulders and arms were still mostly bear at that point. But lust that intense doesn’t need translation.
With a guttural snarl, he grabbed my hips in his enormous paws, yanked me flush against him, and thrust.