Lily read until it was too dark to make out the words, devouring the entire book as the sun moved across the sky. And it wasn't until she reached the very end that she saw it. She tipped the book toward the moon so she could read the words.
There is but one thing that identifies a werewolf. It's presented on the body of the affected person. Every Lycan carries the mark of the beast, a simple moon-shaped mark, on his person.
Lily jumped to her feet. The book thudded to the ground. Simon! Simon had a mark like that. Oliver had a mark like that. Simon said it was a family trait, that Will, Benjamin, and Daniel all had one, too.
Simon was a werewolf? It was too difficult to believe. Lily ran down the path toward the house and through the back door. She had to find more books. She had to read more. Surely there would be more Lycanthropic lore if the men of the household were truly werewolves.#p#分页标题#e#
Lily ran down the corridor toward the library. And that was where her wolf stalked her.
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"Where have you been?" a voice asked from the corner of the darkened library.
Lily spun on her heels, searching the darkness. "Simon?" she asked.
"I asked where you have been, Lily." He leaned forward in his chair so his face was illuminated by the light of the nearly full moon that shone through the window.
"I-I was in the garden. Reading." Lily smoothed her hands on her skirts, trying to remove the wetness from her palms.
"I was looking for you," Simon said as he raised a glass of amber liquid to his lips.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Did you need something?"
Simon stood and stalked across the room, moving slowly toward her. "Just you," he said quietly.
She suddenly felt like prey.
"It's nice to be needed." She smiled, raising a hand to touch his face once he was close enough. She gasped as Simon growled and touched his teeth to the inside of her wrist. He abraded her skin and then licked lightly across the area. She felt that lick all the way to her toes.
"Cold?" he asked when she shivered, his eyes, black as night, meeting hers.
"Not a bit," she breathed.
Simon stepped toward her, forcing her to walk backward. She stepped back until she hit the wall. His hands came up to press against the wall on both sides of her head. She couldn't help but think she was well and truly trapped.
His lips pressed against hers, nearly painful with the intensity of his caress. She whimpered against him, but he paid her no heed.
"Is this new?" he asked as he tugged at her bodice when he finally lifted his head.
"Yes," she whispered. "You bought it."
"I'll buy you another." Then the fabric tore as he ripped it from top to bottom and shoved it from her shoulders.
Lily could do no more than gasp. She was terrified. But she was more terrified of her own reaction to Simon than she was of his actions toward her. She grew wet, her center pulsing as he cupped her breasts in his hands and lifted them to his face, pushing the centers together so he could draw both peaks into his mouth at once.
Lily reached for his shoulders when her legs weakened. She glanced toward the door.
"The door's open, Simon," she had the sense to whisper.
"I don't care," he said as he slid his leg between her thighs and rocked her body against it.
She immediately cried out. And then repeated the motion on her own.
His eyes narrowed. "Do it again," he said. She rocked against him once more, wetness flooding his pants leg as she did so.
"I want you," he said quietly. "Here. Now."
"Yes," was all she could say.
Simon pulled his thigh from between her legs and adjusted to free himself from his trousers. Effortlessly, he lifted her, pushing her against the wall as he slid into her in one hard, fast thrust.
Lily cried out. Simon pushed her face into his shoulder. "Someone will hear you," he said. "They'll know that I'm taking you like an animal in the library."
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She watched his face shift as he realized what he'd said and began to withdraw from her. Lily leaned forward and nibbled his neck, lightly abrading his skin with her teeth.
He growled and filled her again. She pressed her face into his shoulder as she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. She took him deeper. He slammed into her again. And again. And again. And finally, when she could take no more, he allowed her to splinter into a million pieces and then followed.
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Simon held her there against the wall while he caught his breath. What had he done? He'd lost control. He'd hurt her. He'd used her. He'd taken her in a library with the door open like she was a common whore.