Free Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) by Rosalie Stanton Page B

connected. Until he saw the need on her face. At that moment, he would have taken her in the middle of the goddamn room if he’d lacked other options. Something primal had called to him. Something beyond anything he’d ever experienced—and the rush had tasted so damn good it hadn’t mattered at that moment whether it made sense.
    The girl was bad news. If not for encouraging his own recklessness, then certainly for the fact that he sat now with her passed out in his arms and his inner wolf had made half the transition to outer.
    Aria raised her hand and worked her magic. The next second, he felt his fangs recede and the fur stretching up his limbs vanished. His ears stopped ringing and the smells he’d enjoyed grew faint until reaching normal levels.
    And though the world righted itself, nothing could be right again. Twice. Two times in one day he had lost the grip on his inner animal. He had tumbled over the precarious edge he’d spent years learning to navigate. His wolf hadn’t been so temperamental since after Natalie’s death, when the girl’s friend—Raegan Something-or-other, if he remembered correctly—confronted him and demanded what, if anything, he knew about the murder. With guilt, anger, confusion and hormones jacking his nerves, it hadn’t been the best time to corner a strung-out werewolf. Thank fuck animal control had been on campus that night to chase him away, or Raegan’s blood might be on his hands as well. Razor released a trembling breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”
    Aria snorted. “That’s for damn sure.”
    “Hey, it was your brilliant idea that I start getting physical—”
    “Like a normal person, Raz! Not like some freaky nympho who can’t keep his paws to himself.”
    “I didn’t mean… It just happened.”
    He couldn’t help his wince. He had waded into deep waters armed only with a slew of pathetic excuses. Trying to determine what had happened tonight—why he’d lost control of himself at all, let alone so thoroughly—was beyond his understanding. And with Ginny’s warm body pressed against him, her hot cunt still wrapped around his semihard prick, he couldn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again the second she awoke.
    He’d never wanted a woman like this, which made her dangerous. He didn’t even know her last name.
    “It,” Aria repeated slowly, “just happened?”
    “Yes. I saw her and… I don’t know what’s happening, but it happened. For her too.” Razor tightened his arms around Ginny. “For both of us.”
    By the look on Aria’s face, she remained unimpressed or unconvinced—either way meant Razor was staring down a serious ass-chewing. However, a small melodic moan teased the air before the blonde witch could choke out another word.
    Ginny was waking up.
    His body’s response was instantaneous, and the beast in his chest began to purr, his cock swelling inside her against his mind’s protests. He couldn’t do this again—not right now, and certainly not with Aria standing voyeur. Shame and desire ballooned within his chest and warred equal parts for recognition. Ginny whimpered and shifted slightly, her pussy tightening around him. She blinked slowly and lifted her head, and the second their eyes connected that strange possessive snarl he’d come to identify with her dulled his hearing.
    “Hi,” she said softly.
    He warmed, his body threatening to melt in her arms. “Hi.”
    A small smile flirted with her bewitching mouth. Then her gaze shifted over his shoulder. “There’s a girl in here.”
    “That’s Aria,” Razor murmured.
    “I’m Aria.”
    “Aria.” Ginny nodded. “I remember. From last night.”
    “That’s me.”
    Razor grinned. “She’s looking for me.”
    Ginny nodded again, then slowly drew her eyes back to his. Her pussy tightened around him again, though from the look on her face he knew that one was intentional. She grasped his forearms and squeezed. “Mmm. Did she find you?”
    “Ugh. I’m outta