Page 96 of Ice Devil

Bones cracked. Muscles lengthened. Tendons stretched.

Claws replaced fingers.

“Very sexy,” I breathed while watching him intently. I was so turned on I rubbed the flat of my hand down my chest, curling my fingers so I could stroke my clit. He could certainly put on an incredible show. When he was finished, I tickled the fur behind his ear. “You can be a very good boy.”

He shoved me down, immediately lifting my legs and bending my knees. As soon as he spread them wide open, he offered me another beautiful look at his wolf, snout and all.

Just before he buried his face in my wetness. As I curled my fingers through his coarse fur, I lolled my head to the side. There was nothing like the power of his long, wet tongue.

“Shit.” I jerked up, gasping for air. Instantly, I knew something was very wrong. I was freezing, my body shivering uncontrollably.

Werewolves?

Growling.

No, the beast had been howling in satisfaction. After feasting. Oh, my God. What was wrong with me?

I clawed my throat as stars floated in front of my eyes.

A beast licking my wet… Oh, my God. I ripped at whatever was holding me, fighting to check to see if I was okay.

“Stop. Just stop what you’re doing.”

A very deep voice managed to calm me down, but only for a few seconds. I was so disoriented I was still in a crazy vision of being with a wolf. Whoa… The same voice. Very slowly, I lifted my head, completely terrified my assumption I’d lost my mind would be discovered as correct.

When I was staring into deep blue eyes, irises shimmering in gold, I sucked in my breath with an audible moan.

“You’re okay now, but you were in a pretty horrific accident, so you need your rest.” Leaning over the bed was none other than the Devil himself.

Was it possible I’d died and the ugly minions the beast controlled by dark forces had dragged me straight to hell?

Beck chuckled. “You look like you’re seeing a ghost.”

“More like a werewolf.”

His snort allowed me to know I wasn’t witnessing an apparition. Just then, another person appeared, a woman dressed in shrubs.

“Ah, you’re awake. Excellent.” The woman busied herself with checking some monitor. That’s when I realized I was plugged in. “Your blood pressure is a little high, but I’m certain that’s a product of coming out of your coma.”

“I was in a coma?” I croaked out.

“Well, likely a very deep cognitive state of sleep,” she quipped far too brightly. After patting my hand, she moved toward a window, yanking open blinds. Sunlight flooded the room and the beast standing over me was highlighted as if wearing a golden aura.

“But she is going to be alright. Yes?” Beck asked.

“Just a few bumps and bruises with one deep laceration. A mild concussion. You’ll be fine. You just need to take it very easy for a few days. No running marathons. I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake. You should be discharged in a couple hours. He’ll pop in and explain the conditions.”

Conditions? What conditions? I didn’t have the energy to ask. My mind was still processing the huge beast I’d imagined saving my life.

“Thank you,” I said absently while trying to put the pieces together in my mind. When she finally left, the air became heavy with awkwardness. As soon as I tried to sit up, he was there hovering me once again.

“Don’t.”

“I need to sit up.” I punched the pillow with my fist, immediately wincing as I did.

He held up something in his hand. “See this thing? They just invented it when they knew you’d be dropping by. You can control the bed.” He pressed a button and half the hospital bed moved so I was soon in a sitting position.

“Very funny.” He wasn’t laughing.