Goldie's Trios Excerpt

   She went to reach for him and his head snapped up to meet her eyes full on. There, peeking out, was
the beast that stood before her a few moments ago in a masculine but gentle face.
   A rumble escaped his throat and she jerked back as he reached for her. The minute he made a move
towards her, she attempted to crab walk backwards only giving him access to grab her ankle. Damn
near crushing the bones in it, he jerked her to him, bringing her bottom to his knees.
   Fear returned to her with a vengeance, a sob escaped her throat. He leaned over her and sniffed her
neck, moaning in ecstasy at the sweetness of her arousal and fear cocktail.
   "Even in this form, you fear me," he asked.
   She just stared at him, unsure whether he would enjoy her saying yes or if it would piss him off. She
also didn't answer because she was unsure if she wanted him to leave or finish what he started.
   Twirling a golden strand of her hair around his dirty index finger, he smiled at her, showing
perfectly straight white teeth. "Conflicted are you?"
   She mused that he could read her mind. Her breathing slowed and deepened to normal pants, causing
her chest to rise higher as an offering and lower in a tease, he took the bait.
   Supporting himself on one arm, he took his other hand and pushed her tank top up to expose the
mounds of her breast. As in his other form, he buried his nose in her cleft and inhaled deeply. He then
ran his tongue from between her breast and trailed a hot wet line to her collar, then nipped at it.
Involuntarily, she whimpered and tilted her head just a little.
   "Am I helping make this decision easier for you?" Chuckling, he ran a hand down her bared waist to
her stomach and back up to cup a petite breast. His hands were just as rough as they looked, obviously
no stranger to hard work. Squeezing, he watched her face, riveted on her eyes for her reaction but
disappointingly finding them closed, though it still told him a lot about what she was feeling and
revulsion was not on the list. Eyes always seemed to tell a persons story, but body language could
achieve the same thing.
   "Please," she whispered.
   "What exactly are you begging for," he asked. Moving his hand again and sliding it over the other
breast to tweak her taut nipple with his rough fingers. The shift cause his dick to go limp, but watching
her bite her bottom lip at his touch caused it to pulse back to life.