The Return of the Beast

An excerpt from The Return of the Beast

Madame Cara lay back against the headboard and spread open her copper-colored silk nightgown, exposing one round, eager breast and its dark aureole.

"Come, darling," she said softly, beckoning the pitiable creature who lurked in the shadows.

The beast approached slowly, timidly, but with a clear and undeniable curiosity in the lady's feminine form.

"Yes," she murmured. "Take my scent. Breathe it. Can you taste my desire, my little savage?" The creature's own desire jutted out from its pelvis like a spear, ready and able. It sniffed her skin, her hand, the dampening spot between her shapely legs.

"I will protect you," Madame Cara assured the hairy beast, the animal who crouched before her—who had transformed before her very eyes...

...Who had so recently been her stepson Giorgio.

The shock had been astounding, but curbed by the intense desire she had to feel him on top of her again, to feel him inside her.

"Come, darling," she urged again, taking its rough hand and coaxing him onto the bed. "Give me your tool. Fill me up and make me howl with you."