Sanctuary With Kings (Tempting Monsters, #3)

by Kathryn Moon

I jolted as starched cotton struck the ground, spun and found Conall wrestling out of his shirt. He had bright, fire-red hair glinting on his chest, down to circle around his dark belly button, the color deepening as it reached the waistband of his pants. His hair swung forward as he bent, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them unceremoniously. I stepped back, partly shocked and partly in need of a better view. Conall was broad and tightly packed with muscle, chest carved and thighs thick. He was elegant and wild at the same time, hair dense and almost furred down his thighs. His cock was half-hard, the tip a little sharper than a man's, the base slightly swollen. I'd fucked werewolves in the past, been fucked by them in captivity. I knew the pleasure of a knot—the dense muscle that swelled at the base of a werewolf's cock during arousal—and also the trap it became as it locked a cock inside of me. I tore my stare away and then paused at the swooshing beat of a bright red tail kicking behind Conall's back. "I told you I move better undressed," Conall said, words light, cock already calming.