Nature of the Beasts by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online

wasn’t sure which they were. Often disjointed and flashy like the trailer of a movie she didn’t understand the plot to, dreams kept her up way too much lately. More than once she’d envisioned herself running through the woods, but not as a human…as a wolf. Was it because Dastan and Dmitry were so close? Was her sixth sense picking up on their need to shift or their restless energies?
    That had to be it. What else could it be?
    Sighing, she threw the covers off and grabbed her robe lying at the foot of the bed. She needed to walk it off. Get some air.
    She headed down the hall toward the stairs. She didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she wanted to get out, to breathe the night air, to cool her burning flesh.
    And burning was exactly how it felt.
    She felt hot, achy, sensitive. Her breasts were heavy, her thighs weak and shaky. Even her pussy ached. She needed sex. Halfway down the stairs, she stopped and let out a tired sigh. How long had it been since she had sex? Months, she finally decided as she continued her trek to the first level.
    A cool wind blew across her legs, and she frowned, wondering where it had come from. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around. The patio door was standing wide open.
    She headed toward the door to close it when she spotted an image of Dastan that made her stop dead in her tracks. She’d seen Dastan without his shirt. She’d even seen him in boxers. But she’d never seen him like he was now.
    Every part of her tingled to life at the glorious sight of Dastan naked. His back muscles tensed; his tone, rounded ass flexed as he jerked his hips forward to meet his hand. Sarah swallowed at the sight of his hand wrapped around his massive cock, slowly pumping up and down. Her fingers itched with the desire to replace his hand with her own, to feel the width of his cock throb and quiver within her touch.
    He was huge. Thick and long, his cock would… Sarah again swallowed and wondered if she would even be able to take all of him inside her. In that instant, she wanted nothing more than to try.
    She had to get out of here. She had to stop looking, but God help her, she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she turn away?
    Because she wanted to look, that’s why. She wanted to do more than look. She wanted to touch. To taste. To feel.
    God, it had been so long since she’d had sex. So long since she’d felt a man inside her. Would it be so bad? She took a step closer without thinking. Would it be so wrong?
    Yes. Yes it would be wrong. It would be so wrong yet so good.
    She took another step forward.
    Dastan still hadn’t seen her. She could leave quietly, and he’d never know she was here. Swallowing, she moved closer, then stopped herself. What was she doing? She didn’t need to be coming on to Dastan. He was a shifter, the one thing her mother had always told her to stay away from.
    But Dastan wasn’t bad. Dastan had always been good to her. So had Dmitry, other than his usual teasing, which, if she were honest with herself, she could admit was something fun and always unpredictable.
    “I can’t do this,” she mumbled and turned to leave.
    The second she turned back toward the stairs, she froze. Not more than two feet away stood Dmitry. He too was naked, and Sarah couldn’t stop her gaze from working down Dmitry’s muscular, tan body. His cock was also hard and thick, the engorged purple head just barely reaching his navel.
    Oh God. This was so not good.

Chapter Six
    Sarah didn’t know whether to curse and run the other way or just submit. Give them all what they wanted. And Sarah definitely wanted.
    Every inch of her body burned with sexual need. Every muscle tensed with the craving to be touched. And her pussy. Good Lord, her pussy hurt, she wanted them so bad. She’d never been this turned on, been this hot, and that scared the hell out of her.
    They hadn’t even touched her yet, and already she could feel the stirrings of her climax just out of reach.