Page 32 of Pleasured by the Panther (The Monstrum Kindred)

MIRANDA

The music swelled, sweet and solemn, as Hanna stepped into the aisle on her father’s arm. Miranda’s chest ached at the sight—her baby, radiant in white lace, her face glowing with happiness.

She forced herself to focus on that, on Hanna , on the moment. But when Martin turned to walk back to his seat after giving their daughter away, his eyes flicked to Miranda . He stopped, just for a heartbeat, staring at her with a double take of pure shock.

She lifted her chin and looked away.

Don’t you dare notice him. Don’t give him the pleasure.

Besides, she had bigger problems.

Because as soon as she sat down in the pew, with no more wedding tasks to distract her, she realized something was wrong… very wrong.

Her nipples were tingling, tightening painfully against the fabric of her dress.

Heat coiled low in her belly, spreading and making her thighs press together.

Her pussy was wet—so wet she shifted uncomfortably, terrified someone might somehow see.

What if she left a wet spot on the spider-silk dress? And right in the middle of the wedding?

God, not now! Not here .

A wave of heat flushed through her, prickling over her skin, making her heart race. She tugged at the neckline of her gown, desperate for air.

What is wrong with me? she thought frantically, trying to fix her gaze on the altar where Hanna and her groom were exchanging vows. Why do I feel like this?

But no answer came—only more heat…more aching need. It was as if her body remembered Korrath’s touch and was screaming for it, even here, even now.

But the big Monstrum was millions of miles away—he couldn’t help her.

What was she going to do?