Free Shameless Desire (The Outlawed Realm) by Tina Donahue

she had no choice other than to accept that a man would never look at her with passion again.
    A few short years before, Staci’s beauty had enticed many guys, mostly the wrong kind, like her last boyfriend. His actions had changed Staci forever, stealing her confidence, the future she thought she’d have. Reflexively, Staci reached for her shoulder but didn’t touch it, no doubt reluctant to feel the horrible scars her clothing hid.
    “You all right?” Gwen asked.
    Staci waved her hand as though to dismiss the question.
    Gwen murmured, “I’m sorry this shit happened tonight.”
    “Don’t be. You’re okay…and he is a great looking guy.” Staci’s expression grew thoughtful as though she was recalling Kuma as he’d stripped, his potent, magnificent form. “Really great looking,” she added, “considering.”
    That he was a werewolf? Yeah, he was definitely hot in spite of that—maybe because of it. As rattled as she was, Gwen wasn’t certain what she should be thinking or feeling. She rubbed Staci’s arm. “Get my clothes and the gun, okay?”
    “Promise you won’t leave.”
    “Like this?” She gestured to her nudity, far less perfect than Staci’s had been before her injuries.
    Staci gave her a wan smile, then paused just short of the hall. “One more thing.”
    “Sure—what?”
    “If he gets back before I return, please do not do it with him on the table.” She flicked her hand at the bright yellow-and-chrome furniture, a retro set Gwen had picked up at a yard sale. “I eat there, you know.”
    Gwen rolled her eyes, but it didn’t stop her from imagining herself on the furniture, nude and vulnerable. A feast for Kuma’s eyes, mouth, hands. He’d order her to pull back her legs and she’d obey, wanting want he did. Her pussy would already be wet, aching for him, the coolish air glancing off her damp folds, bringing on a small shiver.
    He’d warm her with his hands, dragging them from her inner thighs to her cunt, spreading her even more, exposing her to all he desired. With ease born of confidence and hard male lust, he’d enter her, his rod burrowed deep, making her feel taken, used, enjoyed. Before she could catch her breath, he’d slide his hands past her curls to her belly and onward to her breasts. Not stopping there, he’d wrap his fingers around her wrists, holding her arms to each side, trapping them as he plowed into her, his thrusts so savage the table’s legs would jump and scrape the floor.
    She’d moan long and loud. He’d—what? Groan? Bellow? Howl?
    The thought of him behaving like an animal should have troubled Gwen, but it didn’t. Despite her nudity, her skin stung with heat, her nipples were so hard they hurt, while her pussy pulsed, hungering for him to fill—
    “Here you go.” Staci tossed Gwen a clean pair of jeans and a tee.
    She tugged them on, biting back a moan as the crotch rubbed her unappeased pussy. “Where’s my gun?”
    “Still on your nightstand. Bitch all you want,” Staci added hurriedly, “but I’m not bringing that thing in here. You want a mindless slave, get a pet. I’m not the good girl I used to be. Just ask the cops.”
    Gwen zipped her fly and used the softest tone she could. “That SOB you lived with caused all the problems. How many times do I have to tell you, it wasn’t your fault.”
    The girl shrugged. “So much for love, huh? And thinking you found Mr. Perfect.”
    Aw, sweetie. “There are good guys out there, you’ll see.”
    Staci pulled in her arms, an instinctive move of protection, to make herself as invisible as possible.
    Gwen would have given her a hug if not for the tapping sounds she heard, different from the still-falling rain. Parting the curtains on the kitchen door, she saw Kuma—in human form—on her back porch. Moisture streamed down his hair, plastering it to his skull and neck. Ribbons of water coursed over the solid lines of his body. He’d turned his face to the side, his attention on something