Rush Against Time by Willow Brooke

her she didn’t know existed.  She went from confusion and sleepiness, to wet panties and horny.  Damion Shaddow was a massive man with the broadest shoulders she had ever laid eyes on.  Every boulderous muscle stretched his shirt tight, leaving valleys and mountains as far as the eye could see through the thin material barrier.  The brown wisps of hair that fell over his forehead made her itch to swish it out of his eyes.  Oh shit, and his eyes…were perfect ovals of the clearest sapphires she had ever seen.  They hid mystery and a story untold.  Well-defined chiseled high cheekbones and features made this Beta wolf a girl’s deep, dark fantasy.  Having a dildo fall at your feet in front of the cause of your mind-blowing discoveries only sent the day into a tornado of ‘what the hell’s’. 
    She stood, in nothing more than a ratty night top and her underwear, watching it roll across the floor slowly and stop against his boot.  Jessa was rendered motionless.  Usually, nothing shocked or embarrassed her.  There was something in his heated stare that grated her mind to melt into soup.  She had no recollection of where the purple pussy pleaser had come from or what it was doing on the couch with her, but her normal temper or sense of humor evaded her.  Fuckity fuck.  What the hell do I do? 
    After being froze n there, staring for what seemed like an eternity, she slowly raised her gaze to meet his.  Expecting him to make fun or say something rude, she readied herself for the blow.  Instead, an intense, hot fire licked and danced in the depths of his deep, dark blue eyes.  It was like a hurricane building and spinning out of control, ready to hit at any minute.  He didn’t look angry, yet there was a ferociousness so wild and strong radiating in her direction her knees weakened and she almost went to the floor.  Unable to understand or control her body’s reactions, she instantly darted her gaze to the ground and slowly walked over and knelt in front of him to fetch the toy. 
    Once she grabbed it in her now shaking hand, she stood and started to make a clean getaway until his hand wrapped around the fiste d bullet, rendering her motionless.  She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t budge.  The harder she pulled, the tighter it got.  Frustration swarmed her brain like a hive of angry bees.  With her teeth now gritted, she jerked back with all of her might.  To her dismay, ‘all of her might’ did absolutely nothing against the ironclad giant, besides get her body pulled flush against his.  The huge bulge of his hard tool ground into her belly throwing fuel on the flame he had ignited just moments earlier. 
    Her breath caught in her throat in a loud gasp.  She could feel the outlines of each ripped abdominal muscle against her chest, making her fingers itch to explore.  The heat that had taken over her life for the past couple months began to burn deep inside.  It laced over her like fingers, coaxing and taunting, encouraging her to touch and taste.  Her heart thudded like a bongo drum in her ears.  The light around them dimmed to a low glow, creating a space in time where only they existed.  She relaxed against him, fading farther and farther into the shadows of lust with every ticking second.  Her small hand went slack inside his bear paw, allowing him to remove the forgotten item out of her palm. 
    Damion pulled the toy up to his nose and inhaled a deep sniff.  A deep, low growl vibrated out of his chest, sending chills cascading down her entire body.  Her mind fought to hold on to the shreds of reality it still held against the lust that began to fog her.  Everything faded into the gray background of her subconscious the moment he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, making her eyes meet his.  She didn’t recognize the moans that escaped her.  Heaviness settled in her sex, making every heartbeat throb against her most intimate parts.  Both of her nipples poked