Undergrounder by J.E. Glass

Undergrounder by J.E. Glass

Author:J.E. Glass [Glass, J.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glass Nerd Books
Published: 2022-03-31T13:00:00+00:00


Little Red and the Wolf

Fingers curled into the mattress, drawing the sheets taut. Back arched like the belly of a bow, Alex withered against a gusty exhale. Was she still breathing? Did it matter? No, because her focus wasn’t on the carbonation fizzling in her blood or the life-giving muscle roaring like a V-8 engine in her chest, but rather the relentless pace of tooth, tongue, and wiry fingers putting her through her paces.

Gasoline in her veins and helium in her head, Alex felt like a Mylar balloon filled to bursting. Her body ached and burned, fighting to accommodate the intrusion. One sharp jab was all it would take to bring her to pieces, and she yearned for it. Craved it. Panted and bucked and pleaded for it because, at this rate, she was going to self-combust or implode.

Two steadying hands snaked around her thighs, holding her still, drawing her close to the hot tongue gliding between her folds, drawing out every last gasp like a sea witch attempting to steal her voice. Alex invoked deities she had no business calling on as claws dug into the soft, pale skin of her legs. It was intoxication at its finest, a mix of pain and pleasure. She lost herself to it, feral and wanting.

But the static back-building in her lower belly was becoming unbearable. Alex struggled onto her elbows, desperate for relief. From the point of her parted legs and beyond, the room was inky dark. Darker than it had reason to be, making the blue orbs staring up at her shine like earth-bound stars.

Predator and prey, that was the thrilling sensation trickling down her spine. Brown hair ghosted across her skin, twining with the muggy breath panting against the burn of her arousal.

“Please,” she begged, voice horse and broken, halfway to a sob. The accompanying growl rattled the bones in her chest. There was a beast in her bed, and it was devouring her whole. Little Red and the Wolf, only she willingly submitted, wanton and loose.

A fanged smile in the dark, flashing like heat lightning. Terror and lust shot through Alex. The moment those same fangs sank into the meat of her inner thigh — breaking skin and spilling crimson — three fingers buried deep and twitched into a hard curl. Alex saw stars at the same time she saw sound, rocketing upright in a tangle of sweaty sheets with a gasp like she had been underwater for hours. Panic bloomed, bright and strangling. She couldn’t remember where she was until her eyes adjusted. Her room was empty save for her and a growing sense of loneliness.

Seated upright, Alex had to remember how to breathe. In and out. Over and over until the flush of climax faded. But the dregs of her dream lingered like a drunken lover.

It was an absurdly long time before she flopped back into her pillows — the heels of her palms digging into her eyes — sleep was a secondary need. This was the fourth time this week she’d been dragged out of the safe confines of sleep due to a dream.



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