Howling at the Moon [The Mystic Museum] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

Carolyn’s hand from Milo. “Not now,” he said. Disappointment filled the air.
    “Damn, what am I going to do about this?” Milo touched his crotch and adjusted his boner. He wore an incredibly endearing look on his face, humor, frustration, and pain all sort of wrapped together.
    “I suggest the stream and a long run,” Jacob said. Jacob’s face was filled with sympathy.
    “You’re serious,” Milo replied. The annoyed look on his face expressed his displeasure.
    “She’s not ready for this.” Jacob gave Milo a quelling look.
    Milo leaned toward her and breathed deeply. “She’s ready,” he said. He looked back at Jacob, hope filling his eyes.
    “Milo,” Jacob warned.
    Milo’s face tightened. His jaw clenched, and his mouth thinned into a frowning line. “As you wish,” he said. He turned and headed for the door. He paused in the doorjamb. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Carolyn.” He stepped outside.
    Carolyn heard a wolf howl. It sounded very close. A part of her heart answered its lonely wail.
    “Would you like to retire for the night?” Jacob asked. Concern was etched on his face.
    At that moment, she felt exhausted. “Yes, I think I would.” She covered her mouth and tried to stifle a yawn.
    “You can shower in the morning. Follow me.” Jacob took her hand and tugged.
    She followed, but her mind was not on sleeping. It was on jumping his bones. She was amazed at how quickly his touch ignited her senses. It was his fault she felt this way. If it wasn’t for him, she’d be sleeping alone in her comfortable and familiar bed.
    He took her out of the open kitchen, dining, and living room area. He led her down a mustard-colored hall past a bathroom and past a few closed doors. He stopped in front of a door almost dead center of the hall. “This will be your room.” He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He flicked the switch and stepped inside.
    It was a plain room, painted in dull beige. It had a bed, end tables with lamps, a dresser, a closet door, and a set of double windows. The windows and bed were covered in a hideous green and rose floral design. She entered the room. “Thank you,” she said. He nodded. He backed out of the room and began to close the door. “Don’t go.” She touched his hand. “Stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
    “If I stay, I will fuck you,” he said. He looked at her intently.
    “Yes, please.” She held her breath. Would he stay? Would he fuck her again? She released her breath slowly. She was prepared for his refusal. She moved toward him. “I want you,” she said. She waited. It seemed an eternity before he came back into the room. What had he been thinking? He closed the door behind him.
    “Carolyn, you don’t know how much I want you.”
    “I can only hope you want me as much as I want you.” Was that really her admitting those desires? Yes, it was, and it felt good. It was liberating. This man wanted to fuck, and so did she. “Take me.” She pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She threw it away. She unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs. “Make love to me,” she said as she removed her shoes and stepped out of her pants, kicking them aside. She stood there in her bra and panties. She was hotter than she could ever remember being, driven by some unknown force. She wanted to jump onto this man and fuck him until she screamed. She reached for the lapels of his shirt. She ripped it open, the buttons popping free. She snarled at the T-shirt in her way.
    “Wait a minute,” Jacob said. “Let me catch up.” He undid the buttons at his sleeves and pulled the shirt off. He pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and raised it over his head. She undid the snap and zipper of his jeans. He pulled them to the floor and pushed off his shoes. He gently kicked the jeans out of the way. She pulled down his briefs. His cock was released at eye level.
    He grabbed his throbbing rod. “Suck it,” he ordered as he pumped it