Adea
In the blink of an eye, Shane was around his desk. My fingers trembled as I held my head high defiantly. He made his way toward me purposefully and I fought the need to lower my eyes. The last time he’d raised his hand to me at the Crescent Moon Ball flashed through my mind. I was the Luna of the Desert Moon pack and I was not going to tip my chin. I would bow to no one, not even the monster before me.
Sooner than I wanted, Shane was in my space and his scent in my nose. I couldn’t stop the way my body flinched but I prevented the recoil as I felt it start to happen. Shane has always been the villain in my fairy tales. The witch with the red apple, the troll under the bridge, the big bad wolf who wanted to eat me.
In those stories, they’d been ugly, evil creatures, but those stories didn’t prepare me for the sex on two legs that stared down at me like he had a few placed in mind that he’d like to plunge his wet tongue.
